A young looking blond angel stood anxiously outside the pearly gates of heaven, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground in front of him. He looked scared and nervous. You could tell from his apprehensive expression. A hand rested on his shoulder, startling the blond so much he actually jumped up a few inches in the air. The blond looked up to the older, brunet man, who wore a sullen and shameful expression on his bearded face. "Philip," Jesus said, pointing directly in front of them.",Here they come."
Suddenly a portal to the underworld opened up in front of them. From the portal, three figures emerged. Two being Satan and the Anti-Christ, Damien, themselves ,and the third was a lower class demon, problably working as security or back up, incase the angels tried anything funny. Not that they would dare, given the circumstances. There was far too much at stake. They were facing a full out war aganist hell unless they sacrificed one angel. It was horrible, but it was their only choice. Heaven was too short in number to survive another battle aganist the forces of hell. So, sacrificing one to save thousands was their only option.
Unfortunitely for Pip, he was the chosen sacrifice. Chosen by Damien himself.
A bead of sweat ran down the blond's face as he stared at the much taller man before him. If you could even call him a man. Damein didn't resemble his child self at all, and Pip had never seen his true form before. He looked more like a smaller version of his father, just with pale white skin, less muscular and a full head of black hair. He had large, curled, ram horns, the same color as his bright red eyes. Also, the male demon, instead of two normal legs, had the brown, hairy, lower limbs of a goat and from where Pip is standing, he could see that Damien also had a red devil tail waving side to side behind him.
He was clothed just like his father, in a black fur pelt and scull belt buckle.
Pip had to refrain himself from flinching away when Damien reached his clawed fingers out to him, and gripped his chin. The demon's lips curled into a sly smirk, red eyes gleaming as he looked down at the terrified blond adoringly. "You're cuter than I remember, Pip." He flattered the Brit. His deep, almost unhuman voice was laced with such glee and excitement it made Pip's skin crawl. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Pip smiled weakly back up at the much taller man. If Pip had to guess how tall Damien was, he would say about seven feet tall.
Damien snorted at Pip, and releasted his chin, folding his arms in front of his chest. He looked up at his father, who was still a head taller than him. "Shall we start the transaction?" Satan nodded at Damien, and with a snap of his fingers, a contract and an old style quill pen apeared in front of Pip, startling the boy. It only took a second for him to realize what had just happened and what was expected of him.
With a heavy heart, Pip picked up the pen and put it to the paper. That's when he found out it had no ink.
"You have to use your own blood for ink, it's traditional." Satan told him with a shrug of his shoulders. Pip glanced back at Jesus, who was still giving him that regretful, weary look from before. Slowly, the brunet messiah nodded at him reasuringly. "He will not suffer, will he?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
"Of course not!" Damien answered, furrowing his brow at his opposite. He looked back at Pip, his expression softening into a warm smile. "He will not suffer, for I wish to make him my mate, or, in other words, my bride." That statement sent the two into a bit of shock. The two had no idea what they had planned to do to Pip in hell, but they didn't expect this!
Damien's smile grew wider seeing Pip's shocked face turn pink.
Pip felt like crying now. Even though he spent all night crying, thinking that he had no more tears to shed. He was being torn away from heaven, this paradise, to go to hell, to be the anti-christ's bride. After nine years in heaven, he wasn't sure he could handle the intense and sudden change. But now, knowing he was definitely not going to be tortured made him feel better about the whole ordeal. Unless you count having unwanted relations with another man torture.
With a deep sigh and with great reluctance, he pricked his finger with the tip of the pen, and used his blood to sign his name on the contract. All the while he was fighting back the tears in his eyes.
"Today marks your eighteenth birthday, Philip," Damien said, grinning almost ear to ear."And the day you become mine forever."
In a puff of smoke, the three demons and one angel decended down to hell. Forever.