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Damien was born at 3:33 AM on a Wednesday. The sky turned blood red. The bakery downstairs started producing cursed croissants. And Lilith, my beautiful, terrifying, pregnant demon princess, squeezed my hand so hard she broke three of my fingers.

Do not, under any circumstances, tell a pregnant demon princess that she is “glowing.” She will set your eyebrows on fire. I learned this the hard way. Twice.

BeelzeBubba (a pen name)

“You knocked me up,” she hissed. “One night. One stupid, tipsy, ‘oh, he’s so delightfully mediocre’ night. And now I’m pregnant with the heir to the Infernal Throne.”

The room spun. “But… I wore a condom.” Damien was born at 3:33 AM on a Wednesday

She wasn’t wrong. At thirty-one, my greatest achievement was a 97% completion rate on Elden Ring . I lived in a studio apartment above a Vietnamese bakery that flooded whenever it rained too hard. My job? I reviewed novelty fidget spinners on YouTube. My legacy? A single, poorly reviewed video titled “Is the Butt-Scratcher 3000 a Scam?” (Spoiler: It was not a scam. It was a revelation.)

Lilith’s doula was a three-headed serpent named Kevin. Kevin made me participate. I have never been so flexible or so terrified. At one point, I was folded into a pretzel while Kevin’s middle head whispered, “Breathe, Leo. Embrace the pain. It builds character.” At one point

“So,” Satan said, adjusting his cufflinks. “You’re the imbecile who defiled my daughter.”