This story is about forbidden gay love, gore, sex, angst, lust suffering and loneliness. If this isn't your cup of tea, please do not hesitate to click the back button.

This is the prologue. More to come!
-Pip's P0V.-

"Phillip, I need to tell you something," Damien's deep voice hummed, his pasty white face showed no emotion, the fire in his eyes not burning, indicating he wasn't mad at Pip, but it was something diffrent entirely. Damien cleared his throat, "I'm going home today."

Pip looked up, staring at Damien with wide, blue eyes. He blinked, remaining silent for a moment, processing the thought in his mind. "...You mean, you're going back... down there?" He whispered softly, Damien nodded. "B-B-But why? Why so suddenly?" squeaked the British boy, his eyes scanning the other male for answers.

Damien shrugged, "Father's orders," he whispered quietly, then turned to walk away. Pip quickly acted, reaching out and grabing his hand, pulling him back. Damien turned around and gave him a nasty glare, but calmed down. "Pip, don't be difficult," his voice was low, and almost scary. He reached out, placing a hand on the smaller boy's shoulder. Pip pulled away quickly, staring at the snow covered ground.

"Me?" He whispered, tears building up. He clenched his fists. "I'm not the one thats leaving, and messing everything up, Damien!" Pip cried, tears spilling from his eyes onto his cold cheeks.

"Oh, Pip... Don't cry, please," Damien murmured. If anything, Pip knew that the demon boy hated it when he cried. Was that his sole purpose for defending and protecting Pip during the past three years? So he wouldn't cry? Pip didn't know, nor did he care at the present time. His thoughts were interupted as Damien pulled him into a warm hug. Normally, the heat radiating from the anti-christ would almost burn his skin, but in the January weather, it felt nice. He buried his face into Damien's chest, sobbing. He couldn't believe he had broke. He was an orphan, and a victim of Cartman's taunts for heaven's sake, and he was crying now? In front of the anti-christ of all people? Who probably didn't even care about him? Despite all this, Pip cried harder.

"I'll try to visit you," Damien's deep voice came soothing.

"Will you?" Pip questioned, his voice hoarse.

Damien remained silent for a moment, before sighing. "I'll try, Pip,"

"You won't," He argued, pulling away and looking up at him. Their faces were so close... Pip could feel the heat radiating from his face, and had the perfect view of his sharply trimmed jaw line, and his sickly pale skin seemed to glow in the winter air. Damien looked down at his wristwatch, and sighed.

"Pip..." He whispered, pulling him closer. Pip's eyes widened as Damien leaned closer. The demon boy quickly captured his lips in a long, soft kiss. Pip's eyes were wide, his face heating up. The touch of the other male sent electric sparks waving through his body, reaching even his toes and fingertips. All that, however, was gone when Damien pulled away. He was cold again. Damien rested his forehead against the small British boy's. "see you later..." he whispered softly, lifting up his hand, pulling a chunk of Pip's blond hair behind his hair before pulling away, then walking in the other direction, not turning around as he walked into the distance.

Pip watched him in silence, even when he disappeared beyond the curb, his eyes stared at the gray sky. Only when he began to loose feeling in his fingers, he turned back around, walking in the direction of his home, remaining quiet. His hand clutched his aching chest, but the pain wasn't leaving. It only grew worse.

Damien, the anti-christ, child of Satan, his Damien, had left him. and wasn't coming back.