"It means I'm a citizen of Hell." Daimon slipped back into his shirt and shook his head, smiling. "But really, it depends on who you ask. In my case, it means that I'm the son of Satan. That I have my own domain and my own minions and as a ruler, responsibilities to maintain. That's where I sent the demon lord you summoned by the way," he added. He was still impressed that Wanda conjured up enough power to do that. Still, Daimon couldn't say he'd be willing to let her open a portal again if she asked. At least, not anytime soon.
"Demons are always plotting ways to take over Earth and other realms. That's why I was born, believe it or not. And just imagine my father's surprise," he grinned humorlessly, "when I rejected that plan. When I went against every thing he was about. I'll admit, it was not an easy decision. At the time I was still trying to understand what I was and come to terms with it. And for a split second, standing at my father's side just seemed like it made more sense. Keeping the demonic side of me in control is a constant battle and sometimes..." a long sigh tumbled past his lips, "sometimes I just...can't."