NOTE I was going to have this be the second part of chapter 2 but I couldnt find a good way to connect the 2 parts. So enjoy Chapter 3 anyway. End NOTE.

Damien returned around 10 as he had said. When he entered the room and aroma of garlic, herbs and fresh cooked meat had filled the air. Damien blinked in a bit of shock on how well cooked and ready Pip was.

"'Ello Damien," Pip smiled as he set Damien's plate on the table. "I didn't expect you so soon."

Damien stared at Pip's face, he could tell Pip was mad and sad on the inside. It was obvious with how plastered his smile looked compared to the smile Pip had in 4th grade. "Ah, well, I was able to leave a bit early." He sat at the small table in the kitchen where his food waited for him steaming hot.

"Well eat up," Pip smiled fakely. "It's lamb."

"I can tell," Damien stated cutting the meat with smooth movements. "It looks.." Damien stopped before he finished his compliment. "It obviously looks like lamb." Damien sneered covering up his was-to-be complement.

Pip sighed sadly. "Yes, yes I know."

Damien chewed his tender lamb watching Pip in the corner of his eye. He wondered what Pip had done all day with the few chores he had given him. Damien lifted his empty glass which was Pip's que to fill it with the red wine like liquid. Pip did so as usual, slowly pouring the thick liquid into Damien's cup being careful not to miss the glass. Once Pip finished pouring he set the bottle on the counter.

"Um, Damien?" Pip whispered quietly.

"Yes?" Damien stated between his bites.

"Why is that….the flames turn blue at night?" Pip bumped his fingers against each other.

"Why does that matter?" Damien asked back, taking a rather large bite of lamb. "It's just a blue color." Damien spat with the lamb half chewed.

"W-well there must be a logical-"

"This is hell Pip, nothing is fucking logical here." Damien interrupted.

"Ah, I-I guess you're right." Pip stopped. "But it's not necessary to swear so harshly."

Damien shot a stern glance at Pip. "Excuse me?" That was Pip's warning.

Pip took a deep breath. "There's no need to say fuck."

Damien's eyes widened. "Bloody Mary rest in hell, you actually dared to say it."

Pip blinked. "Y-yes I did. S-so?"

Damien grinned. "You're a fucking idiot."

Pip winced at the word. "D-damien, please. There's no need for the foul language." Pip felt a sharp sting as Damien's hand met his cheek.

"What's so wrong with fuck?" Damien growled. "It's not hurting you, except when I do this." Damien began slapping Pip while yelling the word at him.

"DAMIEN STOP!" Pip screamed.

"BEG ME BITCH!" Damien shrieked. Damien wasn't exactly conscious to what he was doing, he instantly started blaming puberty or maybe it was something deeper…. He was hiding emotions he never wanted. To block them he had to be violent, aggressive, terrible.

Pip screamed he was on his knees crying, begging for mercy. Damien stopped for a split second and looked down at Pip. His frail figure shook and twitched in fear of another hit as well as all the pain from the aftershocks of Damien's blows to him. Pip continued crying, begging quietly.

"Stop…. Please stop…" Pip squeaked.

Damien lowered his hand. "Pip…" His hand lowered to his side. He caught glimpse of the bruises on Pip's wrists. They were a dark purple. Damien's eyes lowered. He felt guilty for doing that to Pip. Breaking him. Damien shook his head. Human emotions. What was wrong with him?

"Pip, go to bed. Be up early in the morning or else." Damien hissed.

"Y-yes Damien, will do." Pip slowly got up trembling and crying his little mortal heart out. Damien watched Pip as he scurried to his room.

Damien sighed, looked at his meal and left it there. Pip would take care of it in the morning.

Damien headed up to his room and looked at his bed. It was wrinkle-less and the silk shined as the light of Hell's glorious flames touched it. Damien wanted to flop onto it like a small child. Damien sat on the side and flopped back. He let out a long sigh.

Damien grabbed a pillow and hugged it. It was so soft, so smooth, and so good smelling. Wait.

Damien sniffed the pillow. "P-pip?" He gasped. The pillow smelled of Pip. Some sort of flower fragrance with a hint of vanilla. That was Pip's smell. Instead of being disgusted and throwing it aside and beating the crap out of Pip again Damien sighed and continued to smell the pillow. It was a calming scent. It was a beautiful scent, the scent an angel would have according to Damien.

"W-wait," Damien quickly put the pillow down. "P-pip? Smell like an angel?" He forced a laugh. "Yeah right." He set the bed so he could head to bed but he kept the pillow that smelled of Pip on the bed. He looked at the pillow as he walked to his closet to get his pajamas wondering if it would still be there when he returned from changing.

Luckily it was, Damien embraced it in a soft hug. He smelled it imagining it was Pip and he was digging his nose into Pip's hair. "What in the name of my unholy Father?" He growled as he threw the pillow against the wall. Little bitch, that Pip was a little bitch. He couldn't be making Damien gay could he! "MY FUCKING DAD!" Damien screamed. "THIS IS HIS FAULT, FUCK, THAT GAY FAG!"

Damien kicked the pillows on the floor in his rage.

Pip looked up from his bed where he was praying. Pip gulped. "Good Lord, I may be in hell but I pray you give me strength to get through it since this probably one of your many….many challenges for me." He slowly slipped into bed wondering what Damien was yelling about since the walls made every word so muffled.

"TH-THAT BASTARD!" Damien growled while kicking another pillow. "THERE IS NO WAY ON EARTH I AM GOING TO BECOME A FAG LIKE FATHER!" Damien roared which sounded like the screams of sacrifices given to the Devil long ago.

Pip gasped as he heard the roar. It was horrifying, his hid under the covers hoping they would protect him from the horrifying screams.

"DAMMIT!" Damien kicked another pillow. "DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!" He screamed just as he was about to kick the pillow that smelled like Pip. He stopped and paused. "Pip." He picked the pillow up gently. "You're just a good for nothing bastard like everyone else." He ripped the pillow in half.

Pip shook in his bed. "God please, don't let it be me he's mad at. Please, please, please." Pip silently prayed. Pip jumped as he heard Damien slam a door and stomp his way down the stairs. Pip froze waiting to see which way he went.

The footsteps got closer and closer. He could hear Damien's sharp hisses and growls under his breath indicating he was fuming. Pip squeezed his eyes shut as Damien stopped at his door. He heard Damien grab the doorknob but he never turned it. Damien just stood outside Pip's door shaking with anger, confusion and fear. Slowly and silently Damien released the door handle and retraced his steps back up the stairs and to his room. Breathing heavy since he was still mad.

Pip gulped as he heard the door shut upstairs. "H-he didn't come in. Why?" Pip looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he had some self control for once. Pip smiled at the thought of that and drifted off to sleep.

Pip didn't know that it was much more than self control. For the entire night Damien stared at walls of his room holding the patches of the pillow. What could he do? What would killing Pip do for him? If he was gay, killing Pip wouldn't reverse that. If he was gay….. He wasn't….. H-he…. He was sure of that. Or at least that's what he told himself the entire night.