(A/n: Ms. Rain here with chapter five, Butters' sister is an OC and sorry for the long hiatus. College has me busy and during the meantime I've been updating my other fics but now I'm back to this one. Please enjoy)

Chapter 5: New Family

An 8 year old Butters stood beside his 10 year old sister Lily Stotch, she had short blonde hair and blue eyes which were narrowed at her bedroom door. Little Butters hid behind his big sister as they heard footsteps approaching her room. "Leo," she whispered turning to her frightened little brother. "Hide under the bed, and do not come out. No matter what."

She gently pushed him to her bed, and he ducked under it giving her a teary eyed frown. She gave him a small smile, and stood up when the door burst open causing someone to shriek followed by someone laughing.

"GAH! Man don't do that or at least warn me next time."

"Meh, you'll be alright, but anyway it's time for me to get my meal on." As soon as he said that, Lily was lifted into the air and blood quickly pooled the floor beneath her feet. Butters covered his mouth to keep from making a sound, tears sliding down cheeks and onto his hands.

"T-that's enough dude," the voice that screamed earlier said. "We gotta go, they want us back at HQ asap." The vampire dropped his lifeless sister right in the red puddle with a "Fine," her eyes shadowed by her bangs. Butters remained silent until he was sure the two vampires left.

After fifteen seconds of silence, he wiped his eyes and cheeks before inching towards the dead girl.

"L-Lily..." he whimpered.

Suddenly her hand twitched and her eyes flew open, her pupils were slitted.

Butters gasped in horror. "W-what?! But how?! She's dead...isn't she?" There was no way his sister can be alive after losing that much blood...

Lily gave him an empty look with her lifeless blue eyes. "I'm replaying your deepest memories 'Butters' and I must say, I feel bad for your sister." She said in a monotone voice that made her sound like she was being controlled by someone if anything, further scaring Butters.

"W-what are you t-talking about?" His words were in a low shaky whisper that he doubted the possessed girl heard him.

Lily stood up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him out from under the bed and holding him in the air. He struggled under Lily's strong grip as her eyes narrowed. "You sister is dead because of you, Leopold Stotch."

*Craig*

A 13 year old Craig was sitting beside a bed watching over his 9 year old sleeping sister in their ruined apartment. He sat there in silence until a few minutes later, May woke up. She groggily opened her eyes looking to her brother with a tired frown. "You can always leave if I'm holding you back. I don't wanna be a burden to you anymore." She knew that she was being a hindrance, and she knew that Craig thought so too, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings or abandon her by saying such cruel words.

"No way," he declined with a frown as well. "I'm not gonna leave you. You're the only family I have and I'm the only family you have, we're sticking with each other until the end." He stood up stating that he was going to find some food, but was stopped by a sniffle. He looked to his little sister whom was crying and rubbing her eyes.

"May what is it? What's wrong?" He asked sitting back down.

May sniffled again. "I-I hear you every night c-crying about how h-hard l-life is, and that you badly w-wanna leave me behind," she answered before sobbing harder. A look of confusion crossed over on Craig's face.

Two years ago when the out-of-nowhere virus struck their town in Arizona and killed all of the adults there, Craig was responsible for taking care of his sickly little sister. She was also infected by the virus even though she was only 7 years old, and Craig never let his sister out of his sight or left her anywhere alone. He sadly didn't have enough or any money at all to put her in a hospital. Not like any adults were running the place anyway.

"May what are you talking about? I never cried or complained about how hard my life is...well much anyway," Craig said sheepishly.

May suddenly stopped sniffing, and sat up with her left cheek covered in strange purple markings. She looked at him with dull caramel eyes. "You are a selfish human who only thinks of himself," she said in a monotone and cold-hearted voice. Such a statement made Craig's eyes narrow. He knew who this was.

The demon.

"This is a memory and the truth inside of you, Craig Tucker." Suddenly three children around Craig's age entered the room, he turned to them in bewilderment. The three children consisted of two males and one female, they all had blonde hair but different colored lackluster eyes.

"C'mon Craig, kill your sister so we can leave," one of the boys said in a equal monotone. The other two nodded in agreement, and Craig glared at them.

He was about to say something, but the girl held up her hand. "She's always holding you back remember? Kill her and the power is yours. You won't have to worry about paying for her medical operation either."

So these random kids were the demon's lackeys Craig assumed. He didn't know any of them, and for them to randomly appear here in this room seemed logical enough.

"Yes Craig, kill me. You want to obtain my power right? Get rid of this nuisance, and it'll be yours," the fake May encouraged with a smirk.

Craig's glare intensified. This damn demon had a lot of nerve taking the form of his sick sister, and then belittling her in said form. "How dare you," he seethed through gritted teeth. "How dare you talk about my sister like that you asshole? You don't know me or her!"

May giggled, further angering the noriette. If he managed to get this demon as his Cursed weapon, he was so going to teach it some manners. "Oh Craig, it's not my fault I'm like this, though I'm not lying when I say your sister actually wanted this. She really wanted you to abandon her. Remember, I'm showing you the memories and truths, so I guess you could say I know you at least." The demon's smirk returned.

Lessening his scowl, Craig stared at his demon sister for a moment, then suddenly embraced her into a hug making her eyes widen in shock. "Even though you aren't the real May, I know your feelings are still inside my conscious so I want you to know that I will never abandon you and I love you," he said softly. He pulled back giving the shocked demon a small smile. "I know you won't accept me for having a weak will or whatever, but if you decide to lend me your power I will make sure I show no weaknesses. You'll be proud to have me as your contractor, I'll guarantee you will." The demon stayed silent for a moment, and then gave him a small smile as well.

The room suddenly changed into a white space filled with clouds, the children were gone along with his sister. Craig looked around in the empty area for the demon, but only saw a black cloud of smoke in front of him a few feet away. He hesitantly walked toward it while the dark gas slowly revealed the true form of the demon.

After a few seconds, the black cloud disappeared and Craig could clearly see the demon's real appearance.

The demon was a androgynous preteen male who had short light green hair with short bangs, short eyebrows, and red eyes. He had pointed ears, fangs, blue horns atop of his head, and a fluffy tail. He's wearing a black headband behind his horns, also dangling earrings with sapphire orbs, and was wearing a white sleeveless collared shirt with a black knot which had a purple belt placed diagonally around his small waist with short black shorts. On his forearms were a pair of purple cuffs, and he wore black socks that reached up to a few inches below his knees; he's also wearing purple boots with heels that he left unzipped halfway.

The young looking demon gave Craig a toothy grin. "My name is King, and I'm a possession-type demon. Well Craig, you have greatly increased my interest in you, and that is a first in my book so I'm expecting you to keep up your end of the deal. One show of weakness of any kind, and I will get control of your body. You may have my power but know this first." His grin widened mischievously. "Don't expect to get a good nights sleep every night haha."

Before Craig could say anything, the white scenery faded to black with King's laughter echoing throughout the transition.

*In the real world*

In the ceremony room, the pair of twin blades in Craig's hands start to tremble as Craig himself stirs from his sleep. "Looks like Tucker managed better zhen zhe otzer two," Christophe praises in actual admiration. Nichole nods her head in agreement, then they both look at Stan and Butters, their weapons have yet to have moved.

*Stan*

16 year old Stan is walking through an abyss filled with nothing but white clouds in the sky. The more he walked, the less the scenery changed, and he grew more bored by the second. "When the hell is something gonna happen? Gettin' sick an' tired of walkin' around," he thinks irritably with a small pout. He then sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, there's no use getting mad so calm down.

He continues walking for what feels like an hour, which probably has been until he sees a figure in the distance. The noriette resists the urge to run to the person, almost forgetting that he's in his subconscious and is supposed to be looking for the demon so he can obtain it's power. The closer he gets to the figure, the more he suddenly recognizes who it is. He stops only a few feet away from the individual, whose back is turned and has short blonde hair. He's also wearing the livestock uniform Stan and his family wore back when they were little.

"K-Kenny?" Stan asks tentatively checking to make sure that the person in front of him is really his deceased brother.

The scene suddenly changes to the orphanage they were in as children, and he sees the 12 year old Kenny holding a teddy bear. Stan glares at him. "Goddamn it, quit imitating my family you damn demon." It may be only the second time a demon has done this to him, but twice is enough. He is not weak to fall for such an obvious ploy more than once.

"Oh?" Kenny questions tilting his head to the side. "I thought I touched the softest part of your memories, and that you would've been effected by such."

Stan continues to glare at the fake Kenny. "Yeah well that's too bad cuz I'm use to this now so give up and give me your power already."

The blonde is suddenly engulfed in black smoke, and he collapses to the floor with the teddy bear falling out of his hands. Stan raises a confused eyebrow then slowly walks toward the boy only to get stabbed by black tendrils formed by the demon. The demon rises as a black formless mass with red eyes from Kenny's body, Stan gritting his teeth in pain. The tendrils stabbed him in the arms and legs. "Fool do not take me lightly. I am not like the weak demon you fought when you went to rescue an idiot mortal from the forbidden chamber. Now answer me this, why is it you want to obtain power so much? If you are power hungry then you can forget it," the formless demon states in a condescending manner.

"I-it's for revenge," Stan answers through clenched teeth. "I wanna a-avenge my f-family." Even though he knows Kenny didn't want something like this from him, he has to obtain a Cursed gear based on such.

"Oh really now? I can give you endless power for revenge. Endless," the demon said with a non-visible smile.

"It is not enough," a familiar female voice interrupts. Stan turns to the voice finding Ruby standing in a corner, and corpses of his family appear on the floor behind him. She remains standing, staring at him with lifeless grey eyes with her pupils nowhere to be seen. "I cannot give you power unless you fully devote yourself to revenge," she tells him in a apathetic voice. Suddenly the fake Kenny, and the other children stand up looking at Stan with emotionless eyes making him feel cornered and uncomfortable. The pain in his limbs aren't making him feel any better.

"Are you going to abandon us again?" The children ask with no trace of emotion in their tone.

Stan's eyes widen. Abandon? He'd never abandoned... "W-wait you got it all wrong, I didn't-"

"Get rid of love. Demons hate love, and only need lust. Get rid of that pathetic feeling, and the power can be yours Stanley," one child says. His black hair shadows over his eyes.

"Are you going to be the only one to make friends and live a happy life?"

What? Where did that come from?

"That isn't fair, Stanley is the only one who survived," another child comments.

Stan lifts up his head at that, looking to the child that said that. Karen. "What the hell are you guys talking about? I'll never live a happy life without you all. I mean how can I?! You're all my family! No one can replace any you!" He ends up yelling.

"If that is so then get rid of your friends. It shouldn't be too hard since you haven't claimed none of them as such, and you also said that you didn't need them to begin with."

Stan grits his teeth. What Kenny said is true, but...for some reason he can't do such a thing. If he hadn't of gotten close to them in such a short period of time, then he would've denied them instantly but now he can't. The children sense the conflict going on within him, and their frown deepens. They then remind him about revenge, their voices echoing around the room making Stan's head hurt. "Stop it already! I need power in order to protect everyone I care about goddamn it!" He shouts with his eyes shut tight.

Silence.

He slowly opens his eyes seeing the children still giving him blank looks, but then the scenery slowly changes. The children disappears in the same fashion along with the orphanage, but he faintly sees Kenny giving him a small smile before vanishing.

Stan and the black formless demon appear back in the landscape of clouds again, the black tendrils that were piercing through him are gone as well. "I admire how your love and lust contradicts each other, but such contradictions is the reason why you humans destroy the world. I concede to following you Stanley as long as your heart stays strong. If you show any weakness, I will not hesitate to control you," the demon says narrowing it's red eyes.

Stan nods his head in understanding, but still can't get the image of Kenny smiling at him out of his head. What could it mean or does it have a meaning?

The demon then covers the area in black startling him out of his thoughts, a figure then appears in front of him after a couple of seconds. The demon is now a androgynous adolescent male with long blue hair, red eyes and pointed ears, a bang covering his left eye. On his head is a headband formed of two parallel golden strips that match the horns piercing through his hair from the edge of his hairline. He is wearing a sleeves open-back dress including a collar with gold beads covering his throat. The chest piece is black while the rest of the dress is red, and the gown splits open at his outer thighs freeing his legs for movement. Black sleeves separate from the gown that reach his mid-upper arms and come down to his middle finger, where each sleeve is attached to a ring. He is also bare-footed. The black fog disappears completely, and the landscape of clouds reappears.

"My name is Asura, and I'm a possession-type demon. I never noticed before, but I sense that 10% of you isn't human," the now formed demon says as he gives Stan a scrutinizing stare. Said noriette gives him a confused one. "I suspect it has something to do with human experimentation," he answers his non-asked question. "I advise you to be wary of the humans you're hanging with. Humans can be just as scary as us demons and vampires."

Stan's eyes widen at the information. Only 10% not human thanks to experimentation? He's never felt any different or anything over the years but then again, you can't trust a demon either. "Mind fillin' me in on some more info?"

The demon shakes his head giving him a toothy smile as he states that the contract is complete.

Then the white fades to black.

Stan wakes up with a groan and a heavy head. "So 'ow did it go?" Christophe asks wasting no time in knowing if the troublemaker made it or not. He sits up and looks at his green sword then smiles, he gives Christophe a thumbs up. The Frenchman nods his approval.

"About damn time," a voice says. Stan looks over to Craig, who's standing up and holding his sheathed twin blades in one hand. He sticks his tongue out at him as he stands up while picking up his sword. Everyone looks to Butters whom is still asleep.

"Think he's doin' alright?" Stan asks.

Craig shrugs. "Who knows. I'm pretty sure he's holding up against the demon, but is just having a hard time." Stan gives Butters a worried frown. He hasn't known him for long, but he knows that the blonde is a good frie-person to hang out with unlike a certain redhead...Craig is tolerable also, but only as a good sparring partner.

...

Ah screw it, he officially deems them as his friends. There's no use denying it now especially after his confrontation with his demon, but they'll never replace his family. Never.

"Zhe morveux needs to 'urry up. I need a smoke," Christophe complains.

Nichole shakes her head while Kyle calls him a cancer stick addict. "You don't need anything aside from a better attitude gramps," Stan jokes.

"Oi you petit merde, do not make me stick zhis shovel up your ass," Christophe retorts back. "Getting really tired of you zhinking zhat I'm old, I'm only 28!"

"Ooooh I'm so scaaared," Stan says pretending to feel afraid. "Being only 28 proves my point, gramps."

With a glare, the Frenchman is about to grab his shovel when Nichole stops him by pulling his ear. She gives both males a scolding look, one that makes it seem like she's both of their mother. "You two need to stop messing around and act your age. In case you've forgotten, we're still waiting for Butters to wake up. Now the both of you behave." She lets go of the man's ear as Stan mumbles that he started it.

"You tell 'em Mama Foster," Kyle praises giving her a high five.

*Butters*

The demon formed Lily was sitting at the desk messing with the lamp in boredom. The now 16 year old Butters stood awkwardly behind her, they hadn't said not one word after the fake Lily stated that his real sister was dead because of him. Minutes passed by after that and the demon said nothing else after her statement thus they fell into an awkward silence.

Butters decided to break the awkwardness by asking a question. "Who are you? I-if you're not my sister then-"

The demon cut him off with a final click of the desk lamp. "You asked for my power so you should know who I am," she answered dully.

He then recalled that he was in the middle of the contract ceremony, and he felt like face palming. How could he have forgotten such an important thing? He frowned at the demon's back. "Ya know, i-it's not very nice to take on a deceased person's form e-especially if it's a family member." He tried to sound as intimidating as possible to scold her, but his stuttering only made him less than that.

The demon chuckled at his statement before turning to him with her dull blue eyes showing a hint of amusement in them. "Oh really now? Well that's too bad cuz in order for you to have access to my power, I have to do things like this. I'm pretty sure your Superior warned you of such." He blushed in embarrassment then the demon frowned. She stood up from the chair as she looked him straight in the eyes making him very nervous. "What I feel from you are stability, gentleness, and love. Not vengeance and I despise those types of feelings. They are disgusting," she said glaring. Her penetrating scowl made Butters even more nervous, the way she's looking at him with disgust, hatred and pity.

Wait pity? Why pity?

He curls his hands into fists. "I do want revenge, but-"

"You're glad that you were saved," the girl interrupted with an eye roll. "You hate conflict, and I refuse to put up with your sad excuse of vengeance when you don't have the guts to kill anyone. I hate humans with such weak wills." Black smoke appears around the angry demon, Butters' eyes widening in horror. This wasn't good. She gave him an evil smirk through the darkness as her blue eyes turned red. "I'll do you a favor, and help you get your revenge. With my own hands."

She quickly pierced her hand through Butters' chest making him gasp...but not in pain. This was an odd feeling he couldn't describe, instead of pain he felt...empty. It felt as though his heart was no longer in his chest, but instead the demon's hand had filled the void. "You are nothing but a weakling who doesn't have any balls at all to fight back, I refuse to give up my power to such a pathetic human," the demon sneered. Butters' eyes dulled in color as the demon laughed evilly.

Definitely not good.

*Back in the real world*

A sudden cracking sound erupts from the giant ogre head overlooking Butters. Stan and Craig look at the blonde nervously while the other three give the now possessed teen a worried frown. Christophe shakes his head in disappointment as he reaches for his shovel's handle. Butters was so determined earlier, but it looks like it wasn't enough. Said blonde's eyes fly open revealing golden cat-like orbs and with cat-like grace, he jumps on top of one of the other giant ogre heads. Stan frowns at Butters not making it. Poor guy, he was so confident earlier too.

"It's a shame 'e didn't make it," Christophe says walking forward. "But two out of three passing isn't too bad." Both noriettes glare at him for saying something like that about one of his soldiers. This shit is serious, and that was uncalled for.

They suddenly hear laughter from above, and they all look at the demon Butters who now has sharp fingernails, pointed teeth, two small horns on his head and purple markings under his eyes. After he's done laughing, the demon sighs. "Oh man humans are such a pain," he says shaking his head. He produces a large green and black bow, taking the one from the sand container.

Christophe walks in between the two black haired boys. "It's obvious Butters 'as been taken over so I want zhe two of you to kill 'im," he orders. Their eyes widen at the command, but they had no time to oppose because Butters starts shooting at them.

The three dodge the multiple green arrows, crashing to the floor and kicking up dust upon impact. "Like hell I'll kill him. We'll find a way to bring him back." Stan says refusing to kill his friend even if it was an order, he never followed them anyway from the start. He runs to the giant ogre head Butters is on, and jumps off of the sand container that's under it. He kicks the bow from his hand, but it immediately reforms back into his opened palms.

"You idiot, zhe demon is inside Butters not zhe weapon."

Butters smirks at Stan's failed attempt, said teen landing on the floor with a tsk. The possessed blonde start back shooting.

"Chris why the hell did you order them kill Butters? You know they won't go through with it," Kyle says to the brunette.

Christophe huffs. "Then why don't you do somezhing since you care about 'im so much." Kyle glares at him while Nichole shakes her head with a soft sigh.

Things are going nowhere.

After minutes of struggling, Stan growls and throws his sword to the side. "Goddamn it Butters, snap out of it! Gain control back into your body, don't let some demon take control over you like this. You are not this weak!" He tries shouting some sense into the blonde, but it was another failed attempt. Butters gives him a cold glare.

"You really think talking to him will get through?" Craig asks. "Also pick up your sword, do wanna get killed?" Stan just shrugs then narrows his eyes. Butters prepares to shoot another arrow. This time Kyle gets ready to step in along with Craig.

Christophe huffs in irritation. "You little sheet, 'ow long are you planning to stay under zhe bed for? Come out 'ere already so I can get my damn smoke!"

Butters stiffens at his statement. He relives the scene where his sister orders him to go under the bed, but he declines saying he doesn't want to stay under there anymore.

"I don't wanna stay under the bed any longer. I wanna stay out here and protect my friends," the 8 year old Butters tells his sister. Lily's eyes widen as Butters returns to his 16 year old self.

The room darkens, and he takes the demon's hand out of his chest giving the shocked girl a look of confidence. "Give me your power demon."

The possessed Butters grits his teeth, and shoots the arrow in Stan's direction. He doesn't move from the arrow's trajectory, having no need to because it misses him. Butters drops to the ground on his feet, and with his blonde bangs shadowing his eyes, the bow slips out of his hand. After a second, he looks up with teary sky blue eyes, and runs to Stan for a hug.

Craig and Kyle walk over to them and pats Butters' back, glad he's his normal self again. He pulls away and wipes his watery eyes then bows. "T-thank you guys. I'm very sorry that I put you all through so much trouble," he apologizes sincerely. Craig mutters a "Better be" earning a pinch in the arm from Kyle.

Stan waves him off. "You gave us quite the scare dude but it's over now, and you're back so that's all that matters." Butters beams at the noriette, but then gasps when he is sent to the ground by the person behind him. He lays on the floor unconscious.

"Really, was that necessary?" Kyle asks shaking his head. Craig snickers as Nichole calls Christophe an idiot.

Butters glares at the brunette. "Y-yeah why'd ya kick him? He didn't do anything." He crouches down next to Stan to turn him over on his back, feeling sorry for the abused teen.

"Just be lucky I didn't kick you, morveux. Later you're gonna buy me some smokes." Butters sighs with a nod while he tries to wake up the knocked out teen, he is really not in the mood to carry him again. Christophe walks over to the noriette, crouches down as well and repeatedly smacks his cheek to wake him up. Butters pleads for him not to do that.

Stan groans, but doesn't open his eyes. "Forget about your previous family Stan," Christophe tells him. "Zhey are gone now, and you need to move on. As cheesy as zhis sounds, we are your new family now petit morveux. Now get up, I seriously need a cigarette." He walks away while Stan opens his eyes, and stares up at the ceiling. Butters helps him up to a sitting position.

Stan rubs his back (His back is still sore from when Kyle used his full power on him on the rooftop). "Damn old man, goin' soft on me saying crap like that," he mumbles with a small smile. He stands up, and Kyle pats his aching back making him hiss. He calls him an asshole for that.

The four teens catch up to Christophe and Nichole in the hallway while leaving the ceremony room, the tall brunette turns to them with a stern expression. They give him a confused one in return. "Since zhe three of you managed to acquire your Cursed weapons and worked as a team somewhat, I'm going to send zhe four of you out to zhe front line."

"The southern vampires plan on retaking Lakewood," Nichole adds in before the puzzled teens can say anything. "And we need to stop them from doing so." Stan's eyes brighten with a smile on his lips, he can finally get back into action. Finally.

"But zhat won't 'appen until in a few days."

Stan's eyes dim in color as his smile disappears. "Goddamn it!"

"We will be arriving in Denver shortly," a black haired vampiress announces on a plane. "The U.S Demon Army are expected to attack Aurora, Arvada, and Lakewood."

The vampires nod their head. Clyde turns to Kenny. "Where do you think they'll go first?"

Kenny stays silent for a second. "Lakewood," he answers without any doubt.

Clyde grins at him, glad that he finally received a one word from the other.

(A/n: The word in italic:

Merde- Shit

I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up tomorrow probably later in the day)