Best place to start, everyone tells us growing up (especially when we're in trouble), is to start at the beginning. And no, the beginning isn't going to be Genesis (though that would help a bit), nor is it going to be the ever aggravating Prologue to the Gospel of John (In the beginning was the Word...). Actually, I'm not gonna go that far back. Let's go back, back, waaaaaaaaaay back.....
To June 6, 1950, at 6 am (Yep, for some of us, that is way back ), where some dude (right now I'm using the original movie version. Just wait til I do the scripts after the movies...) is driving like a madman through the streets of Rome. Nice car, wish I had one like that with special plates. Still trying to figure out if they drive the right way or not.
So the guy- turns out he's Robert Thorn (later we find out he's a rich kid who has connections up the wazoo!)- pulls up to a hospital and runs in like a chicken with his head cut off. Turns out the wife really, really wanted a kid (Guess she wanted to prove herself to her man that she was worth keeping), and was currently in labor in said hospital. So the Brother (from another Mother) tells Pappa Thorn that the baby died right after being born. So, rather being a man and telling his wife that the baby died, Thorn unofficially adopts a baby boy with a load of black hair. But... I had a lot of hair when I was a baby... Maybe... Eh, I'll save that for another day. And just like that, little Damien Thorn enters the world.
I'm going to stop here, can't just give my movie commentary so quickly. And besides, I need to figure out how I'm going to shred apart the movie script I have of it... Ooh, this will be fun.