"Yes, yes he is," Damien answered, seemingly hidden previously but now very much there. He does that sometimes. He was dressed in all black. "There's a lot of us with special talents. Mutants, werewolves.. the Antichrist.." He laughed then, pointing to himself. "Um, that last one would be me. Yes, I'm real, got the 666 mark, I can heal, walk on water, and raise the dead. Among other things."
He glanced toward Five for a moment. Something was.. well, he was something. Special. More than he looked. "And you're Five? The name, not the age. Obviously." He laughed again. Oh, the lad looked 13. But something in the eyes, the soul, so much more. Damien could sense it. "You don't look dangerous at all. Which is actually a good thing, hmm? As they say.. appearances can be deceiving. Oh, I'm Damien by the way."