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Damien: a demon, the antichrist, and the new ruler of Hell. The Prince of Darkness. Damien had taken his father’s title once he turned 18 and finished his lessons. Satan continued to tell Damien what he should do despite no longer having complete control over Hell. Damien honestly hated his job. The only fun part was when he got to torture the sinners. But the disadvantage of constantly dealing with his father’s overbearing orders was too much for the pros to outweigh.
Until, finally, Satan allowed Damien to make a decision. A feud had started between Heaven and Hell once again. Damien had to choose whether or not to battle. Of course, Damien’s instinct was to fight. But the lessons from his teenage years had taught him not to act on impulse. So, ultimately, Damien decided that he would speak with God before making a decision.
When Damien arrives in Heaven, all of the angels are terrified. Damien had decided to use his true form for the conversation to instill fear. He usually chooses to use his human-like form, as it is more convenient, and he’s gotten quite used to using it. Damien had grown up appearing human so that he wasn’t perceived as too much of a freak by the other kids. Though today is a special occasion that calls for his true form.
Damien’s true form is larger than his human one. He’s around 8 feet tall with cloven legs and hooves. Black fur adorns parts of his body, most notably on his calves, torso, and a fair amount on his arms and thighs. Damien also has black claws, deep red horns, a black spaded tail, and pointed ears. He also appears to be a lot stronger than he does in his human form.
Damien arrives at the gates of Heaven. After a moment of waiting, a group of angels opens the gate cautiously, watching Damien’s every move. “Can we help you…?” One of the angels questions shakily.
Damien opens his mouth, about to respond, until he freezes. That voice. Damien’s heard it before. It’s not hard to figure out how; it’s not like Damien has spoken with many effeminate British boys. Nevertheless, his voice is almost the same as the last time Damien saw him, albeit more mature. The soft, higher-pitched voice– it doesn’t take Damien long to recognize where he’s heard it. It may have been 10 years ago, but Damien could never forget his first and only true friend. Damien smirks once he remembers.
“Pip?”
Pip’s eyes seem to widen out of fear, scared by the fact that the ruler of Hell knows his name. Then, his eyes widen even more for a completely different reason.
“Damien?!” Pip’s expression seemed to have lit up. He steps forward, out of where he was hiding behind the golden gate. Pip then realizes how excited he looks. That’s not very great for his image; most angels wouldn’t be excited by meeting the Prince of Darkness, so he wipes the wide grin off his face and turns to look at the other angels. “Why don’t you all leave us alone? I think I can handle this.”
The angels give him a weird, suspicious look before moving to leave. “Call out for us if you need any help, alright?” One of the angels says before leaving. Pip nods with a small, polite smile.
Once the angels have left, Pip turns back to Damien, the wide grin back on his face. “Damien! It’s been so long since we last saw each other!” Damien smiles a little, a genuine, subtle smile.
“Yeah… uh… you’re an angel now? You, uh… died?” Damien questions hesitantly, not entirely sure if it’s a touchy subject or not.
Pip sighs. “Yes… I was killed shortly after you left South Park.”
Damien frowns. “Oh.” He scratches the back of his neck, now feeling awkward. “Sooo… you’re a guard angel, huh? How did that happen?” Pip shrugs, a slight smile coming back on his face.
“Well, I’m one of the purest. Never committed any great sins, hardly had any sinful thoughts, and my virginity is still intact. So, God deemed me a guard angel as a reward for my purity.” Pip seems proud of himself, proud that he’s finally gotten what he deserves for his unrelenting kindness.
Damien hums in understanding, nodding along. “Huh. Alright…” Damien stares for a moment before stepping closer. “Hm. You’ve grown.” He grins slyly before continuing, “You still got that cute baby face, though, huh?” Damien snorts. Pip crosses his arms with a small frown.
“I can’t seem to grow out of it! It doesn’t help that I’m still one of the smaller angels.”
Damien chuckles. He grabs Pip’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger, his sharp claws grazing the perfectly smooth skin. “Don’t be self-conscious about it, Pip. It fits you. You look cute.” Damien teases, though his words seem to hold a bit of truth.
Pip’s eyes widen, his cheeks turning red. He now seems to realize how different Damien’s current form is. “...Wow…You are… very big…” The comment seems to make Damien grin wider, partly out of amusement and partly due to his dirty mind.
“Yeah?” Damien hums, his tone deeper than before, more teasing and flirty.
Pip nods, cheeks warm. He looks over Damien’s form, taking in his large frame. Pip’s never had sinful thoughts before. He’s one of the purest, for Heaven’s sake! Yet, Damien is doing something to him that he never thought possible. Maybe it’s because he’s the antichrist. Maybe just being in the presence of one of the most sinful beings to exist is influencing him. Or maybe he’s always been this way, and he’s just been suppressing it. Or, he’s never been properly attracted to someone. He doesn’t have that many options, being in Heaven and all, most angels tend to look similar. No matter the reason, Pip can’t deny how attractive Damien is. He feels dirty thinking this way about someone, and a demon, nonetheless.
Damien hardly looks human, yet Pip can’t help but be drawn to his appearance. The 2 and a half feet size difference, Damien’s strong arms that Pip is sure can easily pick him up and move him however he pleases, Damien’s deep red, intense eyes– everything about him is making Pip weak, his knees nearly buckling.
And of course, on top of all that, Damien decides he just has to speak.
“You’re staring, Pip.”
Damien sounds amused, yet Pip can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed. He’s just flustered. Incredibly, intensely flustered. Damien’s voice has matured, too, far more than Pip’s has. No longer is Damien’s voice squeaky. Instead, it’s the exact opposite: deep, rough, and scratchy. And it only serves to make Pip weaker. Everything running through Pip’s mind is the opposite of pure. The angel finally comes to his senses at the realization that this isn’t right. He’s one of the purest; he just said so himself! Yet, he desperately wants to hear that deep voice speaking into his ear, calling him names and obscene words as he pounds into him—
“Pip!” That same deep voice that Pip was just fantasizing about snaps him right out of his sinful thoughts.
Damien’s amused smile has disappeared, replaced by a questioning look. Pip clears his throat, finally embarrassed and ashamed of his dirty fantasies. “Oh… right, uhm, I apologize… I must have, ahem… zoned out a bit.” Damien’s eyebrow stays raised, still quite suspicious of the British man.
“...Okay. So, uh. It was nice seeing you, but I kind of need to get back to what I came here for.” Pip’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s been holding Damien back from his job. Another wave of shame hits him. Damien was only trying to do his job, yet he had to deal with Pip ogling and lusting over him.
“Oh, yes, o-of course! Uhm– what is it you came here for, exactly?” Pip forces his inappropriate thoughts away so he can pay attention to the actual conversation.
Damien still looks to be internally questioning Pip, though he doesn’t voice any of those thoughts. “I need to speak with God.” Pip ‘ah’s in understanding. He nods and steps to the side, opening the golden gate once again.
“Righto. Well then, follow me, please.” Pip turns to enter Heaven, guiding Damien through the bright, cloudy landscape and to a fancy-looking building. Pip ignores all of the looks that he is getting from the other angels, realizing that it probably looks odd that he’s calmly guiding the Prince of Darkness through Heaven. Once they reach the fancy building, Pip leads Damien inside and to a giant room where God is sitting on a large throne that looks much too big for someone his size. Pip reluctantly waves goodbye, muttering a small farewell before leaving Damien alone with God.
Some hours later, once Damien has left back down to Hell, God calls for Pip in his throne room. Pip now stands before the odd-looking deity, hands clasped in front of himself, politely. “You called for me?” Pip asks nervously. It’s not every day that an angel like Pip is asked to speak with God alone.
God nods. “Yes, yes, I wish to speak with you about your encounter with that demon earlier, Damien.” Pip’s eyes widen instantly– does God know about his sinful thoughts? Does he know how badly Pip has fantasized about Damien, tempted to give in to sin just this once? (To be very honest, Pip isn’t sure he would be able to let himself give in to Damien only once.)
“O-oh, right, yes. What about it, sir?” Pip asks, attempting to hide the nervousness that he’s sure is obvious in his voice.
God wastes no time before getting to the point: “Did he do or say anything to you, Phillip?”
Pip gulps anxiously. “N-no, no, he didn’t.” God raises an eyebrow, humming in acknowledgment.
“Right. So why has something changed in you, Phillip? You’re not having sinful thoughts, are you?” God questions sternly. Pip shakes his head quickly.
“No, of course not!” Pip attempts to sound genuine, yet it comes across as defensive. Like he really is hiding something.
God frowns. “You can’t lie to me, Phillip. I’m omnipresent, you know.” He sighs before continuing slightly softer, “You’re not in trouble, not completely. All I ask is that you don’t give in. Give in to your sinful desires, and I fear that you won't hold the honorable status that you do now. Give in to your desires with a demon, and you will be cast down to Hell with him. I would hate to have one of our best angels fall. Understand?”
Pip shakes out of fear and nerves. He knew those thoughts wouldn’t go unnoticed, that he wouldn’t go free without some kind of price to pay after what he fantasized. Pip looks to the ground ashamedly. “...yes… I understand, Lord…”
God gives Pip a small smile. It seems almost patronizing to give the angel such a smile after the talk that was just given.
“Wonderful. Now, go back to your duties and remember not to give in.”
Pip nods, turning on his heel and leaving the large room with shame and embarrassment on his mind.