A Day in the Life of the Devil: The birth of Damien

Damien was born seventeen years ago in the form of a tiny baby girl. She showed signs, as time passed, there was a twinkle of evil in her right eye, a glimer of anger so pure she put ¨Carey¨ to shame. It seems the first real act of devilish rage occured at the innocent age of six, which included a screw driver and the sounds of such a high pitched shriek even Axel Rose couldn´t compete. Her elder sister, Twiglet, aged ten at the time, was occupying the phone, whispering mindless gossip and giggeling like the school girl she was. Damien had decided that she wanted to use the phone and when her request was denied her once pale skin began to turn five different colors of red, until steam came out of every hole in her body. Screw driver in hand, she began to chase her sister around the house, up and down the stairs, yelling obscenities that no young woman should ever say. Something along the lines of ¨you bleep i´ll bleep you! Burn in bleep you bleep!!!!¨Twiglet finally locked herself in a room panting and holding the door in fear as the skinny little Damien threw herself into it repeatedly. Hours later all was silent, as Twiglet slowly opened the door she found Damien outside on the floor sleeping like an angel. When Damien awoke she had no recollection of what had happened and climbed into Twiglet´s bed to snuggel.