The click-clack of footsteps echoed through the perpetual darkness of Hell, a symphony of suffering accompanied by the pitter-patter of acid rain.

In the distance, a haunting cry pierced the air, swallowed by the roar of thunder that perfected the chaos. This was my domain, my playground, where reality bent to the will of fear and personal agony.

I am Damien, the Devil's son, and while the suffering of souls once held my unwavering attention, a new, forbidden craving had begun to stir within me—a hunger for the flesh, not to consume, but to experience.

Today, I had finally made my move. With my father preoccupied by a specially delivered 'angel,' I slipped through the ancient gates of Hell, stolen keys clutched in my trembling hand. The blinding light of Earth's day met me not with a rose garden, but a pile of filth on the edge of an old, abandoned graveyard.

Firmly closing the gate behind me, sealing Hell's horrors within, I ventured into the bustling city. The towering buildings, the cacophony of car horns, the myriad voices—it was a symphony, a confusing but perfect melody, unlike the eternal screams I knew.

I found myself drawn to a park, a burst of green and rainbow colors, its air filled with scents I'd never known. This was the forbidden fruit, the temptation I now understood. As I sat on a bench, observing these 'intact' humans, a scent wafted towards me, a delicate perfume of lily and vanilla. It struck me, electrifying my senses, making my heart pound with an unfamiliar urgency. Then I saw her.