Damien had a family.
Damien had a home.
But these were things of his creation.
Since the very moment his mother fell ill all those years ago, he didn't have a place to return to.
He'd moved from place to place, even slept on the streets a few times, and eventually, he was thrown into the First Dungeon, a place where he had no choice but to move around.
Whether it was any of the stops he made in the Human Domain, anywhere in the Divine Realm, or anywhere in the lower universe at all, he never found a place to truly call his home.
Because there just wasn't a place that could keep up with him. He would always have to leave eventually to continue forth his ambitions, so he never got deeply attached to the influences he was a part of.
Instead, he made connections to the people he met within them.
And they became his home.