Snow lightly fell on a quiet, old town by the name of South Park. Hills surrounded the area, rolling on for miles and miles. Pure, remarkable perfection hid the wild town's bizarre past, to be kept in the hearts of the residents who no longer could relive anything like that again.
One thing still remained, though. A tall, wiry blond boy kept a curse he would be trapped with.
Immortality.
And constant death.
Down in a ditch, covered in wet, freezing snow he lay, bleeding slowly to death. Kenny McCormick muttered curse words to himself, hoping he would die already and get the cycle all over with so he could continue on his daily life. Growing tired and weak, closing his eyes he leaves the wretched area once again.
"Welcome back."
Damien sat a small, vintage, black and red table sipping at his tea again. He always sat there, always wanting to be the first to greet Kenny. Satan's son became lonely after trying to befriend Pip again, although he didn't forgive him lighting him on fire like a rocket for Cartman's amusement.
"You're just the same as them." Is what the last thing Pip said to him.
Kenny got up, brushed his faded orange parka, and took a seat.
"How are you feeling?" Damien asked.
"Fine." Kenny said, and looked off to the side, then to the other.
"You don't look fine." Damien took another sip of tea.
Kenny sighed, and replied. "Well, I am."
Damien hit epiphany, and smirked, showing off his sharp demonic fangs. "Would you like to add some excitement to your life?"
"Hmm….I don't care. I'm not sure if I would approve of your idea, but I got nothing to lose."
Snap.
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Author Note; Please don't slap me.
Uhm, I'm just starting to get back into the "fanfiction" thing again. 0:
And, sorry that the story is gonna start out a little slow :B
....I'm trying.
Sorry if I'm a crappy writer. OTL.
I feel like Stephanie Meyer. ''
