Chapter 7
Damien opened his eyes when he the sound of a shower starting echoed through his skull. He shot up when he realized how close it sounded, only relaxing again when he saw the kitchen area, remembering that he had made the room the way it looked now. The sound of running water he was hearing was the shower in the newly added bathroom; Tweek was taking a shower after they fucked.
The noirette lay back down with a smirk on his face. Tweek had been extremely good, now he understood why Craig had looked so satisfied after only a short fuck. He suddenly sat up again as there was a short knock at the door before it opened.
Satan poked his head in the door. "Damien?"
"Dad. What brings you over here?"
"I got some complaints of screaming coming from this room. What's going on?"
Damien laughed like his father had been told something that was blown out of proportion. "Oh, my soon-to-be husband likes rough sex is all. And I do enjoy the sound of his screaming."
Satan sighed and shook his head. "No, not that kind of screaming. One of the demons said it sounded like he was screaming for you to stop, like you were raping him."
Damien stopped laughing and blinked. Rape? Okay, so maybe it wasn't entirely consensual, but he didn't believe what he had done could be considered "rape." He shook his head. "No, it wasn't rape. You were misinformed."
Though Satan seemed unsure of his son's answer, he nodded and left.
When his father had gone, Damien rolled out of the bed and strolled over to the bathroom door knowing that Tweek was listening in. He pushed the door open and then walked over to the closed shower curtain.
Tweek's head shot up when he heard the shower curtain being pulled back to see a very enraged Damien glaring down at him. Tweek's eyes widened in absolute fear as they took in all of the dark, infuriating features of the anti-Christ's face that had been smooth and calm the last time he had looked at him. He looked like he would kill Tweek if he even twitched wrong.
As if he knew what the blonde was thinking, one of Damien's hands darted faster than Tweek could even begin to think about tracking and wrapped tight around his thin neck.
Afraid for his very life once again, Tweek screamed and clawed at Damien's wrist. A few tears flowed from his eyes and down his face at the sight of the eyes of his captor now completely engulfed by flames, the heat from which he could feel burning on his flesh.
"W-What did I do?" Tweek screamed; his lips trembling as he spoke.
Damien shoved Tweek back against the tiled shower wall with enough force to shatter some of the tile - fragments cut into Tweek's back but the blonde didn't even scream for this pain. "I did not rape you!" The noirette all but screeched. "You are marrying me of your own accord! You want this!"
I d-don't! I r-r-really don't! I just w-wanna go b-back t-t-to Craig! Though Tweek's mind screamed this, he didn't dare speak it aloud. Instead, he screamed back. "Y-You're right! I d-do want to m-m-marry you! But p-please let me g-go or you won't have a-anyone to marry!"
A few moments later the flames around Damien's eyes vanished and his hand loosened from around Tweek's neck. He looked down at his hand as he saw his nails had grown out to the claw-like state that happened when he became completely enraged. His nails retracted. Damien looked back at Tweek in time to see a small trickle of blood trail down his neck and shoulder.
"Turn around," Damien said in what he hoped was a soft tone.
Tweek's eyes stayed wide in fear and he pressed up against the shower wall. He hissed in pain as he felt the fragments of the shower wall that had dug into his back when he had been pushed back went further into his skin. He saw Damien's eyes soften and even show a bit of what could've been concern or compassion, but still didn't move. His shaking became less violent at the sight of Damien's eyes showing actual human compassion, feeling that maybe he felt even just a little sorry for what he's done and will do. But still, he didn't trust Damien enough to do as he was asked to. He shook his head.
Damien sighed. "Look, you're bleeding, I know you are, so just let me help you. Along with my usual awful powers to destroy and harm, I can heal. The thing is that you have to be willing to let me help you. You have to let me closed your wounds."
After a few moments more of searching Damien's eyes for any hint of a lie, Tweek slowly nodded and turned so that his back was to Damien.
The anti-Christ flinched when he saw what he had done to Tweek's back. The blonde's flesh had been sliced open by the broken tile while small fragments that had broken off of the tile had been driven into his back, some being only a short distance away from his spine. He rested one hand on Tweek's shoulder, reassuring him that he was going to be fine and that he wasn't going to hurt him, and slowly began to pick the tile fragments out of the blonde's back. Each time Damien touched one of the bleeding cuts to retrieve a tile fragment, Tweek let out a small yelp and flinched away but never tried to get away from him.
After what seemed like far too long, Damien finally pulled the last fragment out of Tweek's back and dropped it into the wastebasket next to the toilet. "Okay Tweek," he gently rested his free hand on the blonde's cut up back, "I'm going to heal your back. This is going to hurt a little."
Hurt? Pain? Was there really anything more Damien could do that would hurt him worse than what he's already done? He couldn't really think that his finally doing something even slightly nice to him would be the thing to really hurt him, could he? Still, Tweek nodded and braced himself for the pain he was warned of. His fingertips pressed against the shower wall and he cried out with the sharp, warm pain that coursed through his back as the gashes were forced closed and the scars that should've been there as a result were forced into oblivion.
Damien released Tweek's shoulder as his now bloodied hand traveled up to the back of the blonde's neck where the puncture wounds from his nails were still bleeding. He brushed he fingertips over the puncture wounds, sealing them instantly. "There you go," he muttered.
Tweek turned back to face Damien, the blood left on his back washing away as he did. He met the anti-Christ's red eyes for a moment before his lips were against his.
For that moment when their lips first connected, Tweek melted into it. Damien's kiss was so soft, so loving, that Tweek could've sworn that he was kissing Craig once again. He moved to wrap his arms around Damien but the moment he felt one of Damien's hands tangle into his hair. Tweek shoved Damien away from him and wrapped his arms around himself. He just kissed the anti-Christ! He just kissed a demon!
Damien saw the look of despair and complete shock on Tweek's face and sighed. They had a moment, one that seemed to shock the blonde into any even deeper fear. It wasn't until he saw Tweek trembling harder once again that he decided that he couldn't let it happen again until Tweek initiated it.
"Finish up," Damien turned for the door, "and get dressed. I'll bring you some clothes in here while you dry off. The towels are under the sink." He walked out the bathroom.
Tweek stared at the door as it closed with confusion. He didn't understand what was going on with Damien. One second he has him pinned against the shower wall by his neck and looks like he's going to rip him apart, and then the next he's kissing him so sweetly that Tweek actually thinks he's kissing Craig. What was going on?
…
When Tweek woke up again - when he assumed it was morning - he found he was alone in the bed. It was a relief that Damien wasn't in the same bed as him, though at the same time he was more scared without the noirette there. There were many things that could happen with Damien gone that he could easily prevent. Like another demon coming into the room and killing him! Tweek let out a small scream at that.
As he screamed, the door opened to a thin man with shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Tweek looked over at the man and relaxed a little when he saw it was his friend Kenny McCormick. "K-Kenny? What're you d-doing - gah! - here?"
"I, uh," Kenny scratched the back of his head, "I died again."
"A-Again?"
"You'll know soon enough since," Kenny's gaze turned sympathetic, "you're staying. I wish I could take you back with me, but after the ceremony, you won't ever be able to leave."
"W-What? What ceremony?"
"Your wedding ceremony." Kenny stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "I'm supposed to help you get ready. Here," he held out a white button up shirt and a pair of black slacks, "you're supposed to wear this."
Tweek stood and took the clothes from Kenny staring solemnly at them. Damien really intended to go through with the wedding? Of course, it was a wedding ceremony; all he had to do was say that he didn't want to be married to Damien. He smiled slightly. He'd be back with Craig soon enough.
"Why are you smiling?" Kenny asked as Tweek began to change. "I thought you didn't want to stay here."
"I-It's a wedding, r-right? All I have to d-do is say that I will n-not marry him," Tweek said with a delighted tone.
Kenny bit his bottom lip and walked over to Tweek to place a hand on his shoulder. "Tweek," the shorter blonde looked at him, "you've never seen a wedding ceremony preformed in Hell, so I can't blame you for not knowing, but…you have no choice. Damien's the Prince of Hell, so who he chooses has no choice but to marry him."
Tweek's eyes widened and he shook his head. "N-No! That can't b-be!"
"It is. I'm sorry Tweek; you'll never be able to return to Craig."
"I j-just won't go then! No one can f-force me to g-go!"
Kenny turned Tweek to him and finished buttoning the blonde's shirt. "Sorry Tweek," he met Tweek's eyes, "but that's another reason I'm here. I will be escorting you to the ceremony."
Tweek's eyes watered and his bottom lip started trembling. What? Kenny was only here to make sure he was forced to marry Damien? But…why? "W-What have I d-done to make you d-do to me? Why c-can't you help me escape b-back to Earth?"
"I'm sorry Tweek, I really am, but I have someone waiting for me to come back and Damien threatened to strip my immortality from me. I finally have a reason to go back, so I'm going to do this for him." Kenny looked Tweek up and down. "You're ready, let's go."
…
Damien stood next to his father looking between the door leading into the large room and the V-42 Stiletto knife laying on the rounded end table in front of him. Only a little bit longer and Damien would be married to Tweek, and then he could finally begin his true transformation to becoming the King of Hell.
"Damien," Satan said concernedly, "you know you don't have to do this yet. I mean, you two barely know each other. What if you're not compatible as lovers?"
Damien smiled at his father. "Don't worry father, we talked about things last night. This is what we both want," he lied flawlessly.
"Oh…okay…"
In the next moment, the doors swung open to a very terrified Tweek with his arm hooked in Kenny's. The blonde looked like he wanted to turn around and dart as far away from the area as possible, but it didn't look like Kenny was going to give him that chance. At knowing this, Damien smirked. He didn't care that he was going to have an unwilling bride; the fact was that he was going to have one.
Satan also saw the look on Tweek's face and became concerned but said nothing. It was his wedding day and if Damien explained what the ceremony entailed, of course Tweek would look scared. After all, cutting open one's palm was very painful.
When Kenny and Tweek had finally reached Damien, Kenny released Tweek's arm and stepped back so that the ceremony could commence.
All was silent as Satan spoke words of romance, bonds, and eternity, and with each word spoken, Tweek was getting closer and closer to crying in agony and fear. He didn't want this…! This wasn't how things were supposed to go! He shouldn't be here marrying the son of Satan! Right now Tweek should've been with Craig getting ready to go for their daily walk, where he knew he was safe and forever loved. This, where he was right here and now, wasn't where he was meant to be. This situation wasn't supposed to be happening! Tweek shouldn't be going through this!
"…Now," Satan continued as he grabbed the knife from the end table between Damien and Tweek, "hold out the palms of your hands to me."
Damien held out his right hand while Tweek held out his left; the anti-Christ flinched as the blade cut his palm open, and Tweek let out a small scream when it did. Kenny moved the table from between the two when instructed.
"Join the hands that now bleed," Satan said as if he had never stopped talking.
Quickly Damien took Tweek's hand, pressing their palms together tight and linking their fingers to ensure that Tweek couldn't pull away.
"The blood you both now share symbolizes your togetherness and the scars you will have shall show that bond. The ceremony," Tweek shook violently as fiery warmth seared the flesh of his palm shut, scarring it, "is complete. You are married."
With their hands still together, Damien wrapped his other arm around Tweek's waist to pull him close for a passionate kiss. When he pulled back from the kiss, he whispered into the blonde's ear, "We are now forever one, my beautiful bride."
Tweek nodded as tears rushed to his eyes. They were married, and their blood ceremony meant that nothing could change that fact…ever.
"Go now you two," Satan said delightedly, "go enjoy your wedding night."
Damien smiled at his father. "Oh we will." He moved his hand in Tweek's to pull him along as he walked back towards the door. "Let's go dear."
As the two left the room, Tweek glanced over at Kenny with a few tears falling down his face. The taller blonde's posture slumped and he mouthed, "I'm so sorry."
