To the Reader(s):
So, I decided to write a South Park fic, because I'm a big fan of DamienPip. I know it's a slow start, but, bare with me, alright?
The title is from a Rammstein song of the same name, and both Rammstein and this pic .com/art/Be-my-little-human-sacrifice-25693714 inspired the title and fic. As well as many other pics...
Later parts will have possible blood and sexual themes.
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"…ien."
"…mien..."
"DAMIEN."
Damien grunted and peeked his head out from under his blanket, glaring at his father. "What, Dad, WHAT?"
"Damien, Son, we need to talk… we… we have a new arrival."
Rolling his eyes, Damien pulled the blanket back over his head. "Yea, Dad, that happens everyday, all the time."
Satan made a face and then sat on Damien's bed. "This one is special, Damien."
"What's it's name?"
"… Phillip Pirrup."
Damien turned over, brows scrunched together, and pulled his blanket off. "Pip? Pip's in Hell? But he… he was a good kid… why would he be in Hell?"
Damien and Pip had only been friends briefly; Damien mostly using the other boy to gain popularity some eight or so year previous.
Sliding out of his bed, Damien ran a hand through his hair. "How…?" Satan had already left, leaving the boy to himself. Damien had grown substantially taller in the past few years, he'd also lost his girly voice to one more suiting. Despite growing up, Damien's taste hadn't really changed. His room was black, as it'd always been, just now adorned with posters and things that he'd acquired from various, unseen trips back to Earth.
Rummaging through a pile of clothing, Damien pulled out shirt and pulled it on, leaving his room to go find one Pip Pirrup. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to the boy. The last time they'd seen eachother, he'd blown the boy up. Sighing and fixing his hair a bit, Damien wandered through Hell to the 'New Arrivals' area. A meter with a very large number was hanging from the ceiling, number going up rapidly.
Damien began to think up possible reasons for Pip being in Hell. Maybe suicide? Though he seemed like a happy kid, not one who'd do such a thing. Maybe he was murdered? Of course, the people of South Park wouldn't have gone that far… Maybe it was because he was French… no, wait, he was British…
Being lost in his thoughts, Damien didn't even notice when he walked past the boy he'd been looking for until he spoke up.
"D-damien?"
Blinking and pausing, Damien turned around to see Pip standing before him. The blonde had grown as well, not as much as Damien, but, he was taller. He still had his girly voice and accent, though… and he still wore the same damn clothing he used to.
"…Pip?"
"Oh happy day! It is you! I thought I'd see you down here, being Satan's Son and all! How are you? Splendid, I hope!"
Damien was in slight awe. Even being dead, in Hell, Pip was still cheerful and happy, not to mention obnoxious. "Uh, yea… I kinda… live here, after all… why… are you in Hell?"
Pip blinked and shrugged. "Well, I'm not sure, really… I always thought I was a good boy… I guess Jesus didn't think so? I think maybe it's Eric's fault…"
Eric Cartman. Yea, he was that selfish asshole Damien had to deal with the first time he'd went to Earth. Didn't surprise him if it was his fault.
"Well… whatever, we can figure that out later…"
"Oh yes! I'd much rather talk about something else! It's been years, Damien… how has li… er, well, you get the idea… how have you been?"
Damien didn't know how to handle this. He barely knew Pip, of course, he did watch the people of South Park on occasion, much like his Father did. Pip had always been one he'd only seen briefly. "Fine… I… guess. Aren't you mad at me… for what I did? You know, blowing you up?"
"Pish posh! That's in the past! I understand you did it to be accepted, I would have, too! Of course, they still don't like me up there… I don't think they ever will… they still call me names, and they still think I'm French… you'd think after a while, they'd find something else to d-…"
Damien placed a finger over Pip's lips and shook his head. "I know why they hate you, you talk too much. I don't feel like standing anymore. Let's go to my house."
"Right-o!" Pip said and then followed after the Devil's Son as he turned on his heel and began to walk away.