Demon children mostly don’t survive to adulthood. As children we have to fend for ourselves in the coldest depths of hell. We fight. We battle. We survive or we don’t. There is no brotherhood. There is no room for kindness or weakness. In the end, after centuries of scrapping and struggling to reach our adolescence, we stand before Our Marker and are judged. Is there enough evil in our heart. Have we rejected love. Sometimes he just sends us into the flames for no reason.
Am I bad enough?