It all started with a simple question.

"What do you hate, Damien?"

"Everything."

"Everything! Really?"

"Really."

"Even ice cream?"

"Of course. It's sticky and gross and cold."

"…what about TV?"

"It's gross and bias and stupid. It kills brain cells and feeds society opinion."

"…how about girls?"

"Oh. Most definitely girls."

"Why?"

"They're loud and shrill, smell like whores, are total sluts, never make up their mind, and they're really, really obnoxious."

"Oh. Do you also hate animals?"

"Yes. I'm allergic to anything with fur. Cute things make me wanna burn something, preferably said cute thing."

"Oh my. Do you hate music?"

"Music is just sound people make as another dumb excuse to make worthless money."

"Do you haaaaate….your dad?"

"Very much."

"Your mom?"

"I don't have one, and if I did, yes."

"Do you hate candy?"

"It gives you cavities."

"Is there anything you don't hate?"

"No."

"What about me?"

Pip's question is answered by a very, very angry kiss.

Well, it seems the antichrist doesn't hate everything about earth.