Himself

He decides to brand himself. So he heads it up with his mom's curling iron in the bathroom with a tub full of cold water near by. He left up his jeans legs and exposes his left calf. He inhales deeply and presses it to his skin. He grits his teeth as he smells his skin burning away. He removed the iron and dunks his left leg into the tub. The pain only intensifies as he starts to blank out.

His vision fades and standing before him is a giant feminine Cherub of a man. He laughs boisterous as he speaks, "Old Stan finally croaked, eh?"

Jerry swallows once as he gazes up at this... Angel of a man, for lack of a better descriptor. " Umm... Yeah, I guess. Who are you?"

The man laughs yet again, "Kids these days. I am Eros. The maker of the Branding Irons now in your possession. You choose well in selecting the Theos Brand. It gives you the power of the gods. Allowing you to control others and take tribute from them. You are the Branding Iron's new Master. Treat them well, young Jerry. And don't forget to visit from time to ti..."

Jerry vision starts to come back into focus he is laying on the bathroom floor water all around him. The aluminum branding iron in front of his eyes.