Pip was up late to finish his chores again. He looked at all the nice and clean dishes he had just done. A small smile formed from his mouth. He was proud of his accomplishment. Pip looked down at himself and straightened the apron he had to wear. He then grabbed his tan colored floppy hat and plopped it on his head.

"There we are," Pip sighed happily. He now could rest a bit. He scurried through the big house, making sure not to wake Damien.

He arrived at his room. Small but he could live with being crammed in a room as long as he had a bed to sleep on. Which he did but it was small and ragged with almost no covering at all. But it was something.

Pip smiled as he pulled the ragged blanket down and sat down quickly untying his shoes and pulling them off. He also set his hat on the small stool that served as a table for him. He untied his apron and set it nicely under his hat. He sighed. What an eventful day he had. He broke down in front of Damien. He only did that before he went to bed.

He would lie on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering why he had to do this. He cried most of the time, the few times he had not cried himself to sleep he had punched the pillow he had weakly till he fell asleep from exhaustion. Pip laid down calmer than usual. Maybe it was good he told Damien what he did. But….maybe at the same time…it wasn't.

"Oh what am I going to do?" Pip whispered to himself. He was sure Damien would just get worse. Well of course he would. He was going to become the Devil, Satan, the boss, the big cheese down here. "Oh deary me, what am I going to do?"

Sleep. That sounded good. Get some well needed peace and worry about Damien beating him in the morning. Pip looked at his wrists. Dark spots were beginning to form from where Damien had gripped him. Pip sighed and shook his head. He'd deal with it; he always had to deal with getting beat down. He had to deal with abuse in South Park, Colorado. Maybe this would be better; it was after all a new life for him. Even if it was being a slave to the Anti-Christ he might as well take it. At least Damien would be the only abuser and he'd get a home with food.

Pip finally laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. "Good night Damien," Pip sighed. Even if he hated Damien, Damien had been Pip's only friend. He missed him. He missed having a companion he could relate to. Damien didn't make him feel empty he filled a space that he never knew could be filled. Pip finally drifted to sleep quietly murmuring, "Maybe, one day, he'll come around to say he's sorry. Then we can be friends again."

Pip woke up early in the morning. He had to, Damien demanded breakfast be served to him right when he woke up. Pip quick jumped up from his bed, he had no alarm clock but somehow knew when he had to wake up. He slipped his feet into his shoes and tied them tight, and then he draped the apron on him and tied it, quickly grabbing his hat he ran out to the kitchen. Plopping his hat over his blonde hair he rubbed his hands together.

"Well let's get started," Pip chirped. He was actually happy today. Strange. Ignoring that fact he went on making Damien's breakfast. Steak omelet, toast with jam, and some red liquid which Pip figured was wine of some sort or at least he hoped. Pip smiled at his work and began setting it on the tray to bring up to Damien. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the outside. Hell was different; the red and orange raging flames died down at night and turned a light blue. It was so pretty to Pip he wondered why they turned blue. Was there some element that burned at night or did the flames get so hot they burned blue? He wondered what kind of science allowed that to occur. He'd have to ask Damien.

Pip grabbed the tray and headed up the stairs to Damien's room. He walked down the hallway smiling and to Damien's door. He pushed the door gently open with his shoulder, there he found Damien reading what looked like a Stephen King novel.

"Morning Damien," Pip smiled walking towards him.

"You're rather cheerful today," Damien said monotone still reading. "I thought you'd still be mad after what happened yesterday."

"Well I think it was good I got that off my chest. I think it was better for the both of us. Since you know how I feel now." Pip grinned.

"Mhmm," Damien replied, obviously not listening.

Pip bit his lip then shook his head. "Well I made you a steak omelet."

"Hmm. Steak huh?"

"Right'o"

"Sounds good," Finally Damien set his book down and took the tray Pip was holding. "Shall I go over your chores for today?"

"Don't you want to enjoy your breakfast first?"

"I can multi task," Damien growled. "I don't need to worship food that tastes like crap anyway."

Pip winced. "R-right'o I'll work on the quality of your food."

Damien sipped his drink. "I'm going to be gone all day working. I need you to do your daily duties, my laundry, and have dinner ready for me when I return. And it better not be cold."

Damn, Damien was demanding.

"Alright, when do you plan on returning?" Pip asked kindly.

Damien shrugged. "Sometime late, 10 probably."

"Alright, your dinner will be hot for you." Pip smiled.

"Good," Damien replied. "Now leave so I can, as you say, enjoy breakfast."

Pip turned around and walked out. That wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Pip felt his face; he could feel a few tears. Were they falling in front of Damien? What caused them? When Damien called his food crap? When Pip realized he didn't care about what he had said that he'd never apologize? Pip wiped his eyes with his sleeves.

"C-calm down Pip old chap'" Pip said slapping his cheeks lightly. "You have to get through the day still."

Pip quickly started his chores, sweeping the house. Pip was almost done with the entire house when Damien walked out of his room. Pip looked up and watched Damien walk down the stairs. It was so perfect, Damien walked like an angel never taking one step to keep his fluid movement from continuing. He wore the same black sweater with a sliver necklace with an upside down cross on it and black pants. Pip smiled as he passed.

"Come back soon," He faked enthusiasm.

"Uh huh," Damien replied walking out the door.

Pip stared at the door. After a few minutes passed Pip did his chores till only one was left. Making Damien's bed, it was so tempting to jump into it all comfy looking with sheets made of silk. Pip was dead if he did, if Damien smelled him on his sheets he'd never see the fires of hell again. Damien was strict when it came to his stuff, very territorial. Pip began making it, all the sheets ending up nice and unwrinkled. Pip began putting pillows on it and looked down at the one he held. It was soft black silk just begging to be cuddled. Pip bit his lip and snuggled his face into it. It felt so good to him. Soft and still warm from Damien's body heat. Pip had to tear himself away from the pillow, it felt like heaven.

Pip sighed when he finally put the pillow down. It was a sad good bye. He set it gently against the others. Damien better fucking appreciate those pillows; Pip would probably go into a rage if he found out that Damien was so spoiled he didn't even appreciate pure silk. Next was Damien's laundry, now there's no need to go into much detail on what Damien wore since it was the same thing over and over. But Pip found out Damien liked underpants with Batman logos, those where on all of his underpants.

Pip then had lunch; he usually skipped breakfast since he had no time to make his own. Pip sighed as he nibbled on his baloney sandwich. He had all the house work done and still hours to spare till Damien got home. Well he could rest. No, he wasn't tired. He could just relax. But that wouldn't be fun. Visit Damien's dad, Satan? No, that would be too awkward considering Satan was gay. Wait, what was so wrong with that? So what if Satan was gay did that mean…. No it couldn't….that maybe…. Damien was gay too?

Pip gulped at the thought, what if Damien got horny one day and was gay? Would Pip be his booty call?

"Oh sweet Lord!" Pip gasped. "Why am I imagining it!" He squealed holding his head.

Pip couldn't imagine much, he wasn't very knowing in the sexual sense of things. He just saw Damien on top of him panting, groaning, and moving back and forth. That was it. Nothing much to it but that mental image made him feel funny. Pip shivered and shook his head trying to erase the image from his mind.

"Now now Pip," Pip scolded himself. "Those are bad thoughts and you, you are not bad."

But Pip couldn't stop imagining it, Damien's pale skin looking so soft in his head with his beads of sweat sparkling in a non-faggy way with his silky hair swaying back and forth with each movement.

Pip slapped himself. "Snap out of it Pip!" He sighed. "I might as well get to work on Damien's dinner." He looked at the clock. "Or at least figure out what I'll make him."

Pip stood up, threw away his sandwich and got started on looking up lamb recipes for Damien's dinner.