Hello, everybody! Or, rather, anybody who still bothers to read this. I hope that you're all well. Here is a new fanfiction chapter for you all to enjoy. I hope that you like it. I will try to get a new chapter as soon as I can, with work and school and apartment shenanigans to deal with as well. Anyways, enjoy!

I, EranthyaeNoire, have in no way, shape, or form ownership of South Park. The likes of which, including setting, characters, and any specific events mentioned in this fanfiction belong to the likes of Matt Stone and Trey Parker. I, personally, only own this fanfiction and any OCs, or Original Characters, that may take part in this fanfiction. Once again, I repeat that I do not own South Park.

Series: South Park

Rating: M for Mature. Such reasons include language, dark and/or suggestive themes, violence/gore, character death, and adult-like scenarios/concepts. Reader's discretion is advised.

Pairing: DamienxPip

Pip heard the far off clatter of plastic and hoped that it was the gun being dropped. He would not dare move if it were something else. Not that he could move to begin with.

His heart was beating away so much it hurt and he felt short of breath. His mind felt numb and incapable of all thoughts, yet the images of what just happened added with what he was reliving from Cartman's party were there. The caving in of the ground, the fiery pit below, the demonic entities ushered forth at Damien's command; he had been victim to it all. What's more, he just saw it all happen again, this time to someone else. And he couldn't shake the feeling he was going to be next. Any minute now Damien was going to do the same thing to him, wasn't he? He did it before and did it to Elijah just now. What was to stop him from sending Pip down below?

This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair in the slightest. He was going to die now, he just knew it. There was no avoiding it and it was terrifying. The fear made his gut twist and made him feel sick. Tears were coming and he was too consumed in the feeling to even try to do anything about it.

"Pip."

He jolted at the call of his name. Words. He needed to say words. Bollocks, why couldn't he bring himself to say anything?

"Pip!" The second time was much more commanding. "Get out from under the car, now."

Shakily, Pip crawled out from underneath the car. His eyes locked onto Damien, who stared back with the lingering gleam of whatever blood-riling thrill he felt from before. Pip could feel his body shake a bit as the other stared him down, anticipating whatever demise he was sure to fall prey to. The other took a step towards him and Pip immediately made his way away from Damien. Don't, please. Please.

"We're going back to South Park now, Pip. Come on." said Damien as he reached out and pulled the other by his arm. Pip, in turn, pulled his arm away.

"Don't touch me!" he yelled. He was a little taken aback with his sudden outburst, that in his state of panic he was even capable of speaking, much less a coherent and demanding sentence. Damien was apparently taken aback by Pip's response as well. He stared at the other with irritability and confusion, and then followed by the slightest signs of anger.

"What the hell is your problem? You want to go back to South Park, don't you?!" snapped Damien, "If you do I suggest you get your ass in gear and come on before my patience wears thin. Quit being such a pansy and get moving!"

"J-just don't touch me," Pip repeated.

"Why the fuck not?"

"You'll do it again."

"Do what?"

"What you just did to Elijah," said Pip, "You did it to me before. Please don't touch me. Please don't do it again." A silence hung between them, and Pip could not bring himself to look at Damien. He was frightened more than he had ever been in his life. The possibility of having to go through all that again was crippling him to the very core of his being. He hoped and wished and prayed that Damien would have a moment of empathy and understand. It probably wouldn't happen. And so in the silence that they shared he waited for his untimely demise.

"I wasn't going to do that."

The words caught him off guard. His voice was softer than before. If Pip had never met him before and heard his voice for the first time, he would think Damien to be a kinder, more compassionate person than he truly was. He raised his head and faced Damien. The other's gaze had softened a bit, though still showed obvious signs of irritation. "I admit it, I'm a fucked up little bastard. What I did to you could be seen as terrible, but I really don't feel any remorse about it. I can't feel remorse about it. But what I did to you-" Damien paused and pointed to Pip, "-and what I just did to that prick-" he paused again to point at the ground, "-are two different things. One was to get a bunch of nine year old shits to like me enough to let me into a party. The other was a means of survival because I'm not sure if you remembered this, but he was hell bent on getting us both killed. I don't even know if any of my other siblings actually left the house or if they are dead. And frankly, I don't give damn. I just did what I feel I had to do in order to ensure both of us live. If I had any feelings of remorse I would apologize to you for this apparent trauma you're going through, but as the fruit of Satan himself's loins I can't do that. But despite all that I want you home in South Park, now. So do us both a favor and get moving."

For a moment he stood there, back still pressed against the far reaches of the garage walls. Pip's eyes were locked on Damien, searching rapidly for some indication that there was the slightest bit of insincerity and deception in his words and behavior. He was scared stiff; it felt that if he were to take the slightest of steps forward, Damien would turn on him in a second and reopen the pit and have him pulled down, too. His jaw trembled slightly and his shoulders shook, and could only manage the slightest of shakes of his head as he slumped back down onto the floor. He pulled his hands over his head and succumbed to the nervous shaking, unable to control himself. Maybe, just maybe, if he sat still long enough and was quiet enough it would all go away. The demonic children of Satan, the crazy band of hooligans trying to hunt them down, the giant house he was currently in; maybe, just maybe, it would all go away any moment now.

He heard an aggravated sigh followed by the sounds of footsteps making their way towards him. "Pip," he heard Damien say. His voice was in that same softer tone from moments before. It captivated Pip's attention, and he lifted his head up towards the other. Damien's face was one of pure impatience; his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pursed slightly, his nostrils flaring slightly when he breathed. Yet his dark eyes seemed to portray some other emotion. It was hard to pin down, but it was soft and captivating and made his fearful heart at ease a little. "I get that what you just saw was scary for your puny human psyche and probably brought back some unpleasant memories of the last time I was in South Park. But we don't know if Elijah was the only one here. And if he wasn't, we need to get out as soon as possible. I still want you home in South Park. So let's go." He held out his hand to Pip, and gave him a waiting look.

Pip hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out. He hesitated again before finally lightly placing his hand in Damien's. The other's grip on his hand tightened as Damien stood up, pulling up the other as he did. Damien then released his hold on Pip's hand and made his way outside the garage door. When he reached the outside of the garage, he turned to Pip, waiting for him to follow after him.

Slowly, Pip inched his way closer to Damien, taking small baby steps at first. When it seemed apparent that Damien was going to make good on his word and do nothing to him, he transitioned to normal steps and began walking alongside the other outside the garage. They made it down the driveway to the edge of the road. Rocco's car sat on the curb. It wouldn't be long now, soon they would be back in South Park and soon Pip would be home. And the sooner that happened, the sooner he could put all of this behind him and get back to the mundane, semi-normal life he had in South Park.

Or, at least he would, had Rocco not be sitting in the car with a bullet wound in his head.

Damien, Pip quickly learned, did not take to this very well. If the mailbox suddenly immersed in a flame were any indication, this was not boding well at all for him. "Are you kidding me?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" he shouted angrily, fists clenched tightly as he kicked the car's tire, "There goes our way back to South Park!"

Pip opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it again when he realized he didn't really know what to say. Lilia, before her untimely murder, offered him to stay with her. Elijah had tried to murder the both of them in his quest to prevent whatever Armageddon he and Micah believed to be coming. And now their only ride back to home was shot in the head. It was almost as if the world was doing everything in its' power to keep Damien and Pip from returning back to South Park. And it was a bit upsetting. Damien violently pulled open the car door and sat down in the front passenger seat.

"Get in," he said astutely. Pip was a bit lost as to why, given the driver was dead. His feet were as firmly planted to the ground as could be in his confusion, and had he began to wonder if Damien was starting to lose his head in the midst of all that had happened this morning. "I'm going to try something, get in!" His previously rooted feet became a bit mobile as he slowly made his way into the back seat of the car.

"Damien, what ar-"

"Shut up." interrupted Damien, "I need to focus if I want to see if I can actually do this." And so Pip did silence himself. He heard Damien breathe in deep and the sound of the leather seat bend beneath his weight as he leaned back. There were a pregnant pause of silence and Pip contemplated getting out of the car. Whatever Damien thought was going to happen didn't seem to be working out the way he-

The sudden hum of a revving engine stopped Pip's thoughts. Well, that was unexpected and the littlest bit relieving. Damien leaned over and pulled the shift downward and glanced back at Pip. His dark eyes seemed to almost dance with pride and excitement. He turned back around and appeared to be focusing again. And this time the car jutted forth unexpectedly. Damien punched the ceiling of the car with both of his fists. The car continued to go forward in a series of jutted stops, slowly becoming more and more fluid and consistent like actual driving. By the time they reached the end of the cul-de-sac, Damien's hold on the car's movements were all but convincing that the one behind the driver seat was driving the car. By the time the car had left the neighborhood, Damien moved the car as if he were the one in the seat rather than the dead corpse of his brother and had years of experience. It was a bit surprising; he had seen Damien move objects before, yet nothing of this size and at this distance. Pip was impressed by the feats Damien was apparently capable of. And with each passed street and made turn, his impression and admiration of Damien grew.

This was it. He was finally getting home. Thanks to Damien and his awe inspiring abilities brought by his parentage, he was finally getting to go home. He was finally going to get to see his adoptive mother and father again. He was going to be able to sleep in his own bed again. He was going to be able to go to school again and see his classmates, even the ones he didn't enjoy the company of. He was going to be able to wear something aside from the same garments he wore for three weeks straight. And it was all thanks to Damien.

A thought struck him then; what about Damien? The other always talked about getting Pip back, yet never said anything of the sort if he would be going back to South Park as well. Would Damien be staying this time in South Park once Pip got home? Or was he going to vanish without a trace again and leave Pip without a friend in the world again? The thought of being alone and friendless in South Park again made his heart ache. He didn't want that. Not again. He lifted his gaze to Damien, who was focused on the road ahead of them. Pip let out a small sigh. He might as well ask. It was better to ask and lose all doubt than to let himself get his hopes up as the ride went on, wasn't it?

"Damien?" He waited for a response, and was met with none. He thought it best to continue regardless. "You're always talking about how you want me back in South Park, but you never say anything about yourself. Am I to take it that means once I'm back home I won't be seeing you again?"

His question was answered by Damien's silence, and Pip's heart sunk. It was going to happen again, wasn't it? He was going to lose his only friend again and be left all alone in South Park, Colorado without anyone to remotely call a friend. "I'm going to miss you, old chap."

Damien briefly turned his head towards Pip, yet never made it far enough to face him directly. He sat that way for a brief while, as if contemplating whether or not to speak to Pip. And, if he were to speak to him, just what he would say. But he said nothing, and in time turned back to the front of the car.

A heavy silence hung in the air of the vehicle between them. Pip stared outside of the car, watching trees pass by on the edge of the highway. His head lightly rested against the glass. Why couldn't Damien stay in South Park? He made Micah swear, albeit against his will, to stay out of South Park. If he wasn't going to be coming back, then surely one would think that it would be the safest place for him. And, for Pip's more selfish reasons, he would be there with Pip. The two of them could be friends as they were the last time Damien was there. They could go to school together, eat lunch together, play on the playground and hang out after school together. Pip could invite him over to his house and they could play games and watch movies and maybe, if he were fortunate enough, have sleep overs. It would have been perfect to have Damien stay in South Park. But he wasn't. And it was so unfair.

It wasn't long after they made the turn off the highway the car began to swerve. Pip bumped his head against the glass window and was brought away from his thoughts. What now? He turned around, almost expecting something to be behind them ready to attack the moment the car came to a stop. There was nothing. The car swerved again and began to slow down. Pip turned back to Damien.

What he saw struck fear within him. The young Antichrist was hunched over, one hand cupping his head while the other was pressed against the windowpane. Oh no. Oh no. What was happening? What was wrong with Damien? Was he okay? He wasn't sick, was he? Or worse, potentially hurt? "Damien, are you all right?!" Pip asked as he moved closer. The car pulled over to a sudden stop, and Damien immediately opened the door and got out. Pip followed suit, wanting to make sure the other was all right.

Damien hunched over on the ground, cradling his head as if it were in immense pain. As Pip made his way closer, he could see the faintest of red stains on the snow covered ground. Was that what it looked it to be? As he got closer, the better he could see, and Pip's heart sank into his gut. Blood. Damien was bleeding. "Damien, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he inquired as he placed a hand on the other's shoulder, only for it to be quickly swatted off.

"Don't touch me!" the other snarled as he continued to hold onto his head. Blood was flowing from the young boy's nose onto the ground. "Just don't touch me for a while!" He groaned and leaned forward, his hair nearly touching the ground. Pip sat next to Damien, wondering if there was anything he could possibly do aside from just sitting there. He wanted to help. His best friend was in pain and he wanted to help. Damien just wouldn't let him. He would only let Pip sit there and watch as the other writhed in the snow, and the sight of it broke Pip's heart. He could hear mumblings and groans coming from the other, but could not make out what he was saying. Pip let out a small defeated sigh, and sat still. The two of them sat in silence for a few passing moments, with Damien cradling his head and Pip silently worrying over him. The red stains of blood on snow were slowly pinking as it diluted into the snowy ground. Finally, after much waiting, Damien snorted the blood back into his head, wiped his nose and sat back up. He rose to his feet and feebly began making his way down the interstate exit.

Pip, taking this as his cue, quickly got up and followed after him.

"Damien," he began once he caught up, "Out of the concern I have for you as a friend, may I ask as to what happened back there? Are you sure you should even be walking around right now?" Damien turned to Pip and scowled, then let out a small groan.

"I've never moved something that big for that far for that long before. I just overexerted my power," he explained, wiping his nose on his sleeve again, "It would seem that even the esteemed Son of Satan himself has some damned limits, as infuriating as it is." He paused for a moment and turned back towards Pip. His gaze went past him, looking upon the car behind them. "Although I think I still have enough power left in me to get rid of the evidence." Evidence? What could Damien have meant by that?

Pip watched Damien warily lift his hand and snap his fingers. "Come on, we need to get a few feet ahead." Damien said as he began hobbling forward again. Pip followed after him, placing one of Damien's arms around his shoulders to help him walk steadier. A sudden loud BANG! erupted behind them, and Pip felt a harsh wave of heat behind them. He turned to see the car, with Rocco's body still inside, burning away on the side of the road. "Don't stop moving, Pip." Damien urged as he wobblingly walked forward. Pip coming along with him to hold him up.

"Damien why did you set the car on fire?" Pip asked.

"It's no use to us anymore. Might as well get rid of it rather than give Micah something to chase after us in." responded Damien. Pip furrowed his brow.

"But what about Rocco? You did set his body ablaze along with the car."

"He's dead, there's no use keeping his body around. Even with Elijah gone, there's still Micah and his ragtag band of idiots, or anyone else that could be after us for that matter, that could salvage his body if left there and find some way to kill the rest of us. Besides, I find that the sooner the body is reduced to just bones the sooner we come back from Hell. If anything I'm giving the asshole a quicker way back to Earth to do his damn job." Damien replied, grunting as he tried to walk on his own, "You can let go. I can manage it from here." He wobbled along, but aside from that Damien seemed to be able to walk along fine. Pip stayed close to him, however, just in case he needed to step in to catch Damien again. Pip watched the other walk along, and his heart sunk at the sight. Damien always seemed so proud and mighty and now seemed brought so low by his own means.

The drive from the interstate exit to his home would have been about twenty minutes, but now without a car it would most likely take several hours. It was probably for the best that the morning was still rather young; the two of them would have all day to walk their way there. At the very least it would draw out the time Pip got to spend with Damien before the two parted ways. Perhaps in this time given to him he could convince Damien to stay in South Park. After all, he made Micah swear under threat of harming loved ones to stay out, right? Anyone in such a situation would surely follow those terms, right? There would be no harm in at least asking, right?

"Damien? May I ask you something?" he asked.

"You probably will anyway," replied Damien, "What is it this time?"

He breathed in and out slowly and turned to the other. "I request that you stay at my house. You've gone so far out of your way just to get me home when many others probably would have just left me there in the hotel. And what's more you saved my life even at the cost of the lives of your siblings Lilia and Rocco. I know you probably don't consider me as much as friend as I do you, and that you probably don't want to stay in South Park for too long for fear of being hunted down or something, but I would be honored to have my best friend stay at least one night. Besides, you deserve a moment when you don't have to worry about your life or spreading the word of your father's impeding rule of the Earth." With his hands behind his back he crossed his fingers, eagerly hoping with all his young heart that Damien would agree. "You don't even have to stay that long, if you want. Please. I'd just love to have my best friend around for longer than a day."

Damien looked at him and gave a small, exasperated sigh.

"If it were that simple, I would," Damien began, "In all honesty I wouldn't mind that at all. I'm so sick of constantly going town to town and between Earth and Hell. If it were possible for me to have a little stability and stay longer than a few weeks in one place, I would take your offer up. But it's not. So, I can't."

"Why?"

"Several reasons. Some of which I'm not at the liberty to dispose with the likes of you." he replied.

"Does it all have to do with your and your siblings plan to free your father from Hell?" Pip asked. Damien gave him a small nod. "So you can't even stay one day in South Park?" Damien looked away and gave a small shrug.

"I'm not sure. Chances are I'll have to go back to Hell for a while to explain to Father why the Whore and the Horseman of Pestilence and anyone else that may have gotten offed by Elijah. I am my Father's most valued asset in the plans for his escape, so when one of us dies unexpectedly it is to me it all falls on." Damien said. There was a tone of exasperation and reservation in his voice, as if he's gone through this so many times before that he's just come to accept it. How many times could Damien have gone through this to come to this point? "You have it so easy, Pip. I could almost say I'm a little bit jealous of you."

"Why on earth would you say that?" Pip asked with genuine confusion. Jealous? Of him? Pip found that a little hard to believe. Aside from Damien he was essentially friendless, his only living family had shipped him overseas, and his academic life was mediocre at best. He had no special skills or talents that set him apart from the rest. The other children back home mocked and ridiculed him for his nationality and accent. There was nothing, to Pip anyway, that seemed it could be at all appealing to Damien.

"Because you don't have to live up to the expectations of freeing your father from a literal hellhole so he can unleash his thousand year reign upon the Earth. And you don't have to worry about people trying to kill you while you try to live up to said expectations. And you get to go to school and sleep in a bed and live a life so perfectly mundane. I've never had the mundane life. I'd give anything for that. But I can never have that, because I am what I am. You're so lucky, Pip. "

Wow. Pip had never thought of it that way. Small pangs of guilt ached in Pip's heart.

"So you can't even afford to even stay one night? Not even a day?" he asked, "Surely you can at least stay until the afternoon?"

Damien looked ahead and stuffed his pockets. His eyes looked at the ground and breathed in deeply. He turned back to Pip.

"We'll see. It will all depend on how things are in South Park, and whether or not Father needs to know why at least two of my siblings are now back in Hell when they're supposed to be up here corrupting the Earth." Damien replied, "And if that's the case, it may be a while before you see me again."

Pip's heart lifted a bit at the news. He could at least stay until the afternoon. That was great. Wonderful, even. It wasn't a lot, but it would be good enough for Pip. "I hope that's the case. Thank you, Damien."

The two were at Main Street of town by now. Pip's house wouldn't be that far off. At this rate he could very well be home by noon. He found a bit more of a pep in his step as his surroundings became more familiar. With each passing block he was getting closer and closer to his home, his bedroom, his adoptive mother and father. He was getting closer and closer to normal life and he couldn't be more excited. And what made it even better was that Damien was going to stay with him a while before leaving. Things couldn't get more delightful. It was not an hour of walking that they passed the main street area of town and began to enter the suburban parts of town. He could see the giant, yellow building of the South Park Elementary School off in the distance.

Close. They were so close. Home wouldn't be that far now. He turned to Damien and gave him a small tug on his sleeve. An excited grin was spread across his face. He couldn't contain his happiness. "Damien, look! There's the school! We're not that far from my house!" he exclaimed joyously, "Oh, we're making such great time! This is great!" Pip could practically dance from pure joy running through his body. He turned back to Damien, who gave a small nod in agreement.

Pip could feel his eyes begin to water. He was almost there. He had been gone for almost a month, and now he was almost home. He wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, the coolness of the moisture leaving a tingling sensation against the cool air.

"What's with you? I thought you were happy to get home." Damien asked.

"I am; that's why this is happening. I'm just so happy." Pip responded, turning to the other and giving him a small smile, "It's kind of hard to explain. I've just been gone for so long and now to be back, it just makes me really happy. When I was still trapped in that hotel, I had thought more than once that they would eventually grow tired of keeping me held up in that room and just come up and kill me. After the first week I was pretty sure no one was going to come get me and was just starting to wait until I was eventually put out of my misery. But then you came and got me, and now we're here. We're blocks away from my house and I couldn't be happier. Thank you, Damien."

"Stop thanking me." Damien retorted.

With each passing house and each neighborhood block they walked past, Pip found himself walking faster and faster. By the time he reached the South Park Elementary School building, he was practically frantic in his walk. He could practically see his house now. In the driveway, he could see his mother's car. The door opened up and she stepped out. She looked worn down, exhausted. He couldn't hold in anymore. He ran frantically up to her as fast as his feet could take him.

"Mother!" he shouted. Her head jolted up and she looked around before her eyes finally rested upon Pip. She dropped her things, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock. Pip ran faster and faster, so hard his heart was pounding in his chest. He collided into his mother's body and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her windbreaker. He felt her arms around his body and felt solace in her embrace.

"Pip? Pip?" his mother said softly, "Oh my god, you're alive!" He could hear her sobbing as she held him tightly. "P-Pip, my little boy…back from the dead…" Pip could feel himself losing his composure and beginning to shake; his throat was tight, his jaw trembled, his eyes were tearing up freely and his face was moistened with his tears.

"I missed you, mother," he mumbled into the fabric of her shirt, "I've missed you so much."

She pulled away from him for a moment, and knelt down to his eye level. She brushed the hair from his face, cupped his cheeks and covered his face in kisses. She pulled him to her again in another tight hug. Oh, how he had missed this. He thought this would never happen again for the longest time, and now here he was being held and kissed and loved again by his adoptive mother. And it was all thanks to Damien.

Damien. That's right, Damien!

He turned from his mother, ready to introduce her to the young boy who had helped Pip escape and brought him back home. But where Damien should have been, there was nothing. No black sweater. No tussled, dark hair against pale skin and dark eyes. No Anti-Christ. No Damien, anywhere. And Pip's joyous heart sunk.

Well, that's about it for this chapter. I'll try to get to work on the next chapter as soon as I can, and try to finish it as soon as I can as well. If you guys have anything you want to tell me or simply want to gush feelings about the chapter, feel free to leave a review. Thank you for reading and have a nice day!