Ch.2: A/N: Wow thank you. I didn't think I would get reviews so fast. Thank you; it makes me really happy to hear praise and to get help with my writing. I will try to update so much as possible now when its summer breaks.

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Chapter 2: Tea

After his match against Jesus Satan moved around with his son as much as before. Nothing really changed but their age, if Satan could age that is. Even Damien wasn't sure about it.

Damien guessed he got sad in the progress, he doesn't remember much from it just a lot of moving and the lack of friends in his life, because one day Satan announced that they were moving back to South Park to settle down.

Damien could guess that his father choose the little town because he was already known there and if anyone deserved hell it was the people that lived there, so why the hell not. One of them even got to hell at least once a day, but people rarely remember it.

When he returned to South Park he was treated the same as when he was young, but this time it didn't bother him. He was older and had started to understand the role he had much better. He didn't need any friend as the anti-Christ and he resented the most who tried. His power kept the most people away from him; you don't mess with a person who can set you on fire with a snap of his fingers. But yet some people actually got close to him, people he thought were okay to hang out with. So his life in South Park wasn't a lonely one.

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Two rules were set when the angel started living with them. One was a rule from Satan: don't leave the mansion's ground at all cost. And the other wasn't really a rule but more of a promise that things would not go well if it wasn't kept: don't mess with Damien.

But the angel seemed to understand the silent request and stayed away from both of the demons. Only Satan got worried when it didn't come down to eat with them, Damien didn't give a shit. His father was also the one that had found his name, probably on the list of people that died. It was written weirdly on the paper, neither demons knew what name they should use. Pip Philip Pirrup.

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A loud crash made Damien jerk up from his homework and look for the sound, he then felt stupid. The sound had clearly not come from his room and looking for it wouldn't provide an answer.

"Dad!"

Nothing.

"Dad!"

He made another attempt but that wasn't answered either so he got up from his bed with a scowl. His room wasn't a big one and the dark colours in it made it feel even smaller. But he liked it how it was, cramped but comfortable, even comfy he would say but it was not a word he liked to use. He had his bed, nightstand, closet and a desktop if he wanted to do his homework in the room.

The demon left his room with the book tugged under his arm. His father was obvious out so he had to search for the sound himself. The source actually gave him a surprise. He slowly tilted his head as he watched the angel pick up the shattered pieces from the vase that used to stand there on a small table. The demon kept watching and the angel kept picking up the pieces. Small cuts were made on the angel's fingers but he didn't seem to notice it. When he had all of the pieces in his shirt he stood up and looked after a place to put the destroyed thing.

Blue eyes met with red and again Damien noticed the dull colour in one of the eyes. The shards fell to the floor again and the angel backed away, he tensed up and darted his eyes around for an escape. The other frowned annoyed and then stepped over to the smaller one; he kneeled down and picked up the pieces once again. The blonde didn't move just kept his gaze down in an apologizing manner.

"Come here"

Blue eyes followed him as he passed the owner and went down the stairs.

"I said come here!" he shouted and Pip made a fast movement and ran after him.

When he made it down Damien was throwing the shards, he glanced at the blonde then towards the shelves.

"In there, there are patches. Take them out"

Pip gave him a distant stare, suddenly uncertain about something. But then he nodded and made it to the shelves, they where little to high for him but he reached it standing on his toes. The noirette turned when he heard a muffled thud, the box with the patches had made their way to the floor. Pip stared at them for a moment before closing the shelves and picking them up. He pried the box open and took out a small amount of the patches, and then he sat silently down and patched the cuts.

The noirette sighed and walked over to the blonde and sat down beside him. He took the patches and Pip's hand to make them right instead of the clumsy way the small teen did. He felt the hand stiffen in his and a small tug in a try to get free. Damien only gripped harder and held the hand still so he could do the damn job the angel failed with. And he didn't know why he even helped. That question was poking his thoughts and made him furrow his thick eyebrows. Why did he bother to help the angel when he didn't want to have anything to do with it?

He took the other hand when he was done with the first and continued to do the same. The angel didn't try to pull away but stared at him with a silent urge like he was waiting for something to happen. Sometimes he darted his eyes around the kitchen in reassurance that nothing was going to get him. Suddenly his eyes stopped just for a brief movement and a flash of a recognition glinted in his eyes but the glint was lost as he continued to dart his eyes around.

Damien looked curiously to the thing that had pulled the other interest. A small bag of his father's tea was placed on the counter. Damien quirked an eyebrow and looked back.

"You like tea?"

A scared glance was directed at him and Pip tried to get away again. He tugged uncomfortable on his all too long sleeves to hide his hand under.

Damien stood up and made his way to the tea; he put on the kettle and took out two cups. It was odd for him to make tea again. When he was little he would drink tea with his father, how busy the devil was he would always sit down once a day and drink tea with his son. It had been nice to sit with his father and just be able to talk freely about his problems in school and other things.

He put the tea in the two cups and carried them back to the table. Once there he hesitated. Would he taint the memories if he invited a bystander to their routine, he wasn't sure that he wanted to share the act with this angel. But it was a long time ago his father had sat down with him so he put the cup down, he left the table and took a seat in the couch as a final act of protest. In the corner of his eye he could see Pip reach for the cup, miss, and then take it in his hand.

"You know you should eat dinner with us, father has been in fucking rage down here every meal"

He saw that Pip flinched when he used the crude word but that only made him grin in satisfaction; the reason to swear was to get a reaction after all.

"Do angels have too much pride to sit down with a demon?" he sneered to the other.

He got a hurt glance and Pip shook his head solemnly. He brought his knees under his chin and made a wall of feathers around him.

"Good, then you are eating with us"