AN: Full description:When Pip enters the after life he is informed that he's been 'bailed out'. Unfortunately, only the person who killed you can do this and that happens to be Damien. In exchange he's decided that Pip is his possession and as his possession he has to keep him safe. That's when the murders start Pip, being totally oblivious, thinks there is just a random maniac about and confines in Damien. Confining in the killer can be rather dangerous though. How far is Damien willing to go to have Pip all to himself? Contains character death, gore, lots of Dip. Prepare for the worst. I do not plan to have smut in here but I'm writing this chapter by chapter so who knows what might pop up. Happy reading.

Pip's light sky blue eyes scanned over his surroundings. People were lined up all in front of him and behind him as well. Walls made out of cumulus clouds enclosed the large building. He'd been waiting in this line for some time now.

He kept his head down. It was an old habit that he had picked up ever since his parents had passed away. He thought it helped hide him better. He lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line. Being silent was also another thing he thought would help him blend. He honestly had a hard time being quiet though. Maybe if he had kept his mouth shut he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Pip is eight, blue eyed, British, and blonde. Sadly, he has also passed on. He could thank a certain Antichrist for that. He straightened his bow a bit as he moved a few steps forward in rhythm with the line. He would stand there in line for a couple more hours, pondering over why he was hated so much and why he had deserved to die.

His pupils dilated when he looked up at the person in front of him. No. It wasn't a person. It was more of a creature and it had to at least stand nine feet tall, dwarfing the blonde. The creature had blue fur covering its whole body and honestly, it looked like a deformed humanoid rabbit. He held a large book and a quill in its paws. Menacing fangs poked out in its smile as it nodded its head at Pip politely, blinking four blood colored eyes at him. Ever polite he, Pip dipped his head back.

The creature's ears flattened back against its head as he opened its jaws, making a serious of hissing and clicking noises before ever speaking in proper English.

"And your name is Phillip Pirrup, correct?" His words slithered out past his jagged fangs, sending a chill up Pip's spine as he gazed up at the beast.

"U-Uh…Yes," Pip longed to place a 'sir' or 'miss' after his reply but he really could not detect the gender of the creature. It had a male sounding voice but how could you really be certain about a creature like this.

The beast chuckled at the frightened look in his eyes and began to flip through some pages before scribbling down something. "Well, Phillip, it seems today is not your day," it offered a kind smile down at him but to Pip it was still horrifying.

Pip managed to snap out of his frightened state and raised a brow in question, "A-Am I not dead though?"

"Smart lad you are. Although it seems you were bailed out."

He did not have enough time to even to say another word of a question before the world turned completely black to him. He could feel nothing but the deadly sensation of falling. He had no idea where he was falling to though. But his heart felt like it was sinking and he could feel wind pass over his limbs and his hair raise. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound left his lips.

And then the world seemed to falter to a stop.

There was no sound. Complete silence eating up any sound that might try to break through like a ravenous coyote devouring up a rabbit.

The coyote of silence melted away as the rabbit of noise wailed.

The blaring noise of an alarm pierced through the darkness and silence. And Pip found himself jolting up in his bed and instinctively turning off the alarm like he did every morning.

But this was all very long. Pip could remember dying. He could remember where he was. He could remember falling to the last detail. Yet, here he was in his bed like nothing had ever happened. Was this what being a ghost was like or was he really alive?

As Pip questioned over everything over and over in his mind, a boy just shy the age of nine stood out across the street, adorning in midnight black clothes. Dangling from his neck was a pure silver inverted cross, shining brightly in dawn's light. His crimson eyes stared at the Brit's house with intent, fire sparking here and there near his pupils. He brushed his black bangs over as he grinned a bit.

"Damien! Come now! We must leave!"

He glanced over his shoulder, gazing upon Satan himself. His father. They were always on the move and for once, he fit in this place. It was so corrupt that it could rival Hell's atmosphere. He glanced back over at the Pirrup residence, cursing aloud in Latin. He wasn't very comfortable with leaving his property here but he didn't have a choice for now.

The Antichrist shoved his hands into his pockets and strode up to his father, furrowing his brows up at him before smirking.

This wouldn't be the last time he'd be in South Park and it certainly wouldn't be the last time Pip and he would see each other.