Yeah, so I'm not entirely sure where my full inspiration for this came from. I've actually had the idea for a while. I hope I can keep the inspiration up long enough to finish it all the way through.
This chapter is mainly just an introduction I guess... Either way. Enjoy.
South Park and it's characters belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. (for now...)
The cold winter air bites at my face, arms, and toes. I've been anxiously awaiting call from my master. He told us that we all have missions to do. What will mine be? I pull my knees up to my chest; the stone balcony seat is smooth under my feet. My pale skin looks like snow against the dark gray granite. Waiting… waiting…
I must have zoned out because the next thing I knew, my cell phone's loud ring pierces my ears, making me jump with shock. I pick it up to see who's calling, and to my dismay, it's my mom. I flip the phone open harshly and hiss, "What do you want, hag?" My mother's condescending voice fills me with rage, "Honey, I'll be running a little late on my way home from work today. Will you order a pizza for you and your brother's dinner tonight?" She called me for this? "Yeah, sure. Whatever." I snap the phone shut and set it back beside me on the seat.
"Your mother pissing you off again?" asked a cool, calm voice from behind me. I jump for the second time tonight, turning around to see what is not only the person I admire most, but also the person I fear. I stand, bare feet hitting the balcony floor under me. "Master! I-" His scarily beautiful face twisted into a small smirk at how easily flustered I'd became, "Shh. Come inside where its warm." He turned and walked into my room. I followed, closing the balcony doors behind me.
"Master, why'd you come all the way here? I thought you were just going to call…" I linger next to the wall. He was seated on my bed, running his hand over my black comforter, "You know how much I value my followers, Henrietta. I could not just call on this matter. You see, you have known for some time, along with the others, that eventually I must return to my father. And along with this, I have promised that a select few will accompany me on my return, while the others stay up here and do my bidding. Dear Henrietta, you are one of those select few."
It takes me a moment to process what he had just told me. I was going to accompany him back to Hell? But I was mortal… How could I? I'd have to come back eventually, right? But that was it. I wouldn't be coming back. I was going to die. "Master… Are you sure? Am I truly qualified to… to…" He stands, slowly making his way towards me, "I am certain. I know your true fear is that you will burn with the damned, but fear not, Henrietta. For your loyalty, you will be put in a place of high importance." He was right in front of my now, inches away from me. You could feel the evil radiating off of him. It was intoxicating.
"Master… I-," My speech was cut off once again. Not by him speaking however, but by his lips on mine. It was like an electrical shock throughout my entire body, sending tingles all over my skin. What was this? What was he doing this? Why was my mind whirring and my heart beating out of my chest? Then he pulled away, and suddenly my heart wasn't beating anymore. I coughed and blood splattered onto his lower face and his neck. I look down, and in his hand, is my heart. The next thing I knew, I was falling. Then everything went black.
Well, that's the first chapter/introduction/thingy. Henrietta and Damien. Yes yes. No, they will not be a couple. Sorry to disappoint.
I'm working on the second chapter, and I'm hoping for it to be up soon-ish. (I say ish, because I'm a terrible procrastinator.)
Opinions? Suggestions? Questions? Anything? Yeah, you know what to do!