Story Summary; Damien has always known what he was meant to do in life; go to earth, and start the war between Heaven and Hell, so that his father may reign supreme in all the realms. It's only during his seventeenth year that he starts to wonder if maybe that's his only purpose. He's the Anti-Christ after all, the incarnate of everything evil, so didn't that mean he had the power to carve out his own path? Looking for answers to questions he can't put words to, Damien heads to earth, where a small Colorado town is calling his name.

Satan has also been terribly restless lately, his anger growing by the day. It's been clear for months that his relationship with his son has become frail and withered, but why- what secret is he keeping?

And what will happen when Damien discovers a way to change his future, with the help of Craig Tucker and Tweek Tweek, who in turn discover that they control a weapon unlike anything the world has ever seen? On top of it all, Damien must learn to deal with the human side of him, which is rapidly making itself known.

Pairings; (main) Creek/Dip (sub) Bunny, Style,

A/N: Hello there. This is one of my first attempts at fanfiction, South Park especially. I will try to get a chapter up every Friday, maybe faster if reviews come. I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, and am also looking for Betas. You must be able to review at least one chapter a week.I am going to do my best to stick to the characters, so please give me a chapter or two to settle into them. Alright, enough talk- on to the Prologue!

Days Of Darkness

Prologue (Damiens POV)

Purpose.
It was the single word his very existance was wrapped around and bound too, the one word he had always thought he understood completely. Where the other things in his life had changed immensely, it was the one thing that was definite, the one thing he knew was certain; his purpose. There was no memory he could recall, not a single instance in his life, where he didn't know what part he was meant to play in the scheme of things. Before it was even ever explained to him he had known it, had felt that burning, ambitious, tenacity that fueled him onward. His one and only purpose had been the single easy thing in his life, and now, he was losing it.

It was a strange feeling, for sure- the raven haired youth had never lost his grip on something before, especually something of this calibur, and though it manifested itself as nothing more than excess rage, he was unnerved. Why was the one his father gave him, his only purpose?

Surely he, the son of all Sin and Evil, could carve out whatever destiney he pleased for himself, right? Why then, did he stay here in the bowels of hell, training beneath lesser demons for a time when his father would call upon him- like some common dog- to do his biding? Was he really going to let himself be used like a mule to start the war between Heaven and Hell, only to let his father take the throne when the dust settled?

These were the thoughts that consumed and festered within him, each day bringing him to a more and more restles state. He had always been detached and violent, filled with a malicious loathing and a lust for the suffering of others, but this last month or so, even his father had warned him to keep himself under control, so unpredictable and violent the episodes. He couldn't help it though- he felt like he was bursting at the seams with some unseen need, and he knew that if he didn't do something soon, finally settle on a choice, he was going to end up destroying himself.

And so the young half god did the only thing he could think of to keep himself in check- he left hell, and went to blow off some steam on earth.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

The very foundations of the plane known as Hell seamed to shake as it's Kings fury and astonishment was unleashed, and almost at once the demon who had brought him the news exploded in a flurry of fire and ash, the act so sudden it didn't even have time to yelp. Satans eyes then fell upon the demon who had been standing next to it's now ashen cohort, and it hastily sank back behind a boulder, though it would be no help if the cursed angel decided to attack.

"S-s-sir! It's Damien- he's gone!" stuttered the red fleshed minion with wide, black eyes fixated in horror on his master, who was literally so mad he had steam rolling off of him.

"How is that possible? Nobody gets in or out of Hell without my okay- how did he slip through? Which Gate?"

"We don't know how Sir, but it was gate 714-"

"714? Hasn't that gate been deactivated for the last 200 years?"

"Yes my Lordship! That's what we don't understand! The gate couldn't have just appeared before him-"

"Enough!" snapped Satan, and at once his brows creased in worry. In his eyes was an unreadable emotion, and after a few steady moments of thought, he at last turned and spoke, a tone a finality in his voice.

"Send Ammut after him."

For a moment the lesser demon simply stood there, not sure if he'd heard his Lordship properly. Ammut was a savage creature, forever hungry for the souls of the dead. To unleash her upon the world to bring back Damien would draw a lot of-

"WELL! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" snarled the hooved deity, and the demon was gone.

South Park was in for one hell of a ride.

A/N: Weeeeeeeell? What do you think? It only takes a second to send a review, so please do :D