The time has come. The time is now. It calls us to the blackness with a herald's trumpet, and none can escape it's wrath....LET'S BRING ON THE ANGST BITCHES!!!! If you guys hate me for this, I don't care. Write your own Dip fic or something.

Disclaimer: Me no ownie. Just the plotline, and I'm pretty certain I own that, otherwise I'm in trouble. XD

I love you all, my faithful readers, remember that, okay? And Fanficitonlover4allfiction, you better finish that fanart! XDDD Don't make me hunt you down! It'll be Stephen King's Misery all over again!!

Chapter Ten
Stolen From Me

The next Sunday night, Damien was curled up with Pip on his bed, rubbing his hand absently on the blonde's belly as they lay together in the darkened room. Pip turned his head, looking back at Damien. His raven-haired lover had been abnormally quiet today. Pip touched Damien's hand, stopping the circles he traced on his stomach.

"Are you alright, Damien?"

Damien glanced down at him, a bit startled.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm good."

Pip slipped his hand in Damien's, squeezing gently. "Are you certain?"

Damien smiled at the concern in Pip's voice. He kissed Pip's neck, his breath whuffing hotly on the skin. Pip squealed as the familiar burning started, giggling.

"I'm fine. Now go to sleep, angel." Damien whispered.

Pip turned toward him, burrowing closer in his arms. He sighed softly.

"Good night, Damien."

"'Night, Pip."

Damien held him close, and Pip soon fell asleep, his angelic face surrounded by that white aura. Damien studied him for a bit, silent and watchful. The moon had risen high in the sky when he finally moved, carefully slipping out from his grasp, laying Pip's head tenderly on the pillow. Getting out of bed, he slipped on his shoes, then vanished, reappearing on an empty street in South Park. The cold night air hit him, but he shrugged it off. Pip had looked so innocent in bed, from the blonde hair that spread out beneath him, to that third button he had forgotten tonight on his shirt, granting Damien a peek of his soft virgin flesh. He growled. And that was the problem. Pip was too innocent. When Pip died, he would never join him in Hell. He would go straight to Heaven, where he deserved. And where Damien could never follow. So he needed to do something about that. He needed to darken Pip's soul, just enough so that Pip could go with him. He thought a moment, walking down the street. He had thought that having a relationship with a demon was sin enough, but apparently, it wasn't. He wasn't even sure that having sex with Pip would put a blemish on his soul, even though he was pretty certain that you weren't supposed to have sex with fallen angels, demons, or their fallen children. Man, God needed to write some sort of rule book on this kind of stuff. One that hadn't been fucked up by humans.

This wasn't exactly the sort of thing you planned for your beloved, but Damien felt no guilt. Pip was his, and he needed to find a solution. Maybe he could get Pip to kill a couple of animals. But Pip would never do that. He loved animals. And he would cry so much over it, begging for forgiveness, that his soul would still be white. Hmm. Well, the easiest thing for Pip to do to go to Hell for certain was renounce God completely. But would Pip do that? For him? Doubtful. And it was hard to come back to the holy fold after that, if he even agreed. You had to be re-baptized, then absolved of second sin by a three priests, each one representing part of the trinity in the name of their Lord...all this stupid junk.

Damien sighed, looking up to the stars.

He needed to fix this, fast. He didn't like loose ends, and this was a fucking big loose end. He wanted to make sure Pip would be his, no matter what happened. He kept on walking, his footsteps slow and silent on the dark sidewalk.

Pip woke up slowly, the moonlight shining down gently on his bed. He reached out for Damien, but he wasn't there. Sitting up, he looked around, eyes bleary. Damien was nowhere to be seen. He touched the area where Damien had been. The sheets were still warm. So he hadn't left too long ago. Okay. Yawning, Pip looked toward his pillow. He could go back to sleep, but he didn't really feel like it. And he didn't really like sleeping without Damien, either.

He got up, stretching languidly. Maybe he could catch up to him, wherever he was. He put his feet in fuzzy blue slippers, putting on a jacket. Tiptoeing quietly down the hall, Pip padded down the stairs, opening the front door silently. Slipping outside, he closed the door behind him. Looking up and down the street, he started walking slowly. Maybe he would try the park. That was where they almost always went. Maybe Damien had gone there, although for what reason Pip could not fathom.

The blonde hummed a merry tune as he went along, thinking on the past week. He had never felt so happy before, and he loved it. Damien was everything he had ever wanted: a person who cared about him, who was loyal, who held him tight, who knew just what they wanted so Pip would never have to be left floundering in confusion on how to please them, who was just the slightest bit commanding, so Pip could follow happily and focus on doing it just the way they wanted him to.

Pip had never thought about other guys before, or girls for that matter, because no one paid any attention to him in a good way. But now that he had met Damien, he didn't care if loving him classified him as gay. No one could deny that it felt good to hear someone say 'I love you' to them. And if other people could have love, why couldn't Pip? He had waited so long for even a sliver of the feeling, and it was high time he got it.

As it was dark, the trees seemed to sneak up on Pip, until he suddenly found himself crossing the street that bordered the large park. His feet finding the gravel trail, Pip walked forward, looking around eagerly. He couldn't see Damien, but maybe it was because it was so dark. He continued on his way, and in about a minute, his mood dropped. Damien was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't in the park. Pip sighed. Oh well, he had tried.

Drawing a breath, Pip opened his mouth to call on Damien. And froze when he felt the cold steel settle on his neck.

"Don't even think of calling out." A low voice growled.

"Turn around."

Pip did as he was commanded, his heart thundering in his chest. A strange man was standing in front of him. His clothes were askew, and his eyes were wild. Pip could clearly smell the alcohol on his breath. And he was pointing a knife at him, moving it from his neck to his belly. The man glanced around anxiously, the knife trembling in an unsteady hand.

"Give me all your money, now. I don't want to have to hurt you, so just take it out." He said. Pip hesitated, and the man pressed the knife in deeper to his stomach, so that Pip felt it through his open jacket and thin pajamas.

"What the hell are you waiting for? I said give me your money!!"

"I-I don't have any money on me." Pip said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Don't lie to me!" The man pushed it in deeper, and Pip whimpered. His voice was trembling in fear as he tried to reason with the man.

"Please, I'm telling the truth. I'm in my sleeping clothes, and I just went out for a walk. I don't have any money on me. Why would I?" Pip's had went slowly to his jacket, and the man's eyes widened.

"Don't move!"

"Look, I'm just going to show you." Pip said soothingly, reaching into his pockets. He flipped them inside out, showing that there was nothing there. "The only pockets I have are in my jacket. I don't have anything on me."

The man hesitated, withdrawing the knife a bit. He muttered wildly to himself.

"Oh, God, I'm so fucked...what do I do...I can't go home like this...she's gonna leave me...she's gonna leave me..."

His eyes focused on the quivering Pip. His eyes narrowed.

"It's all your fault. If you'd had some money on you, it wouldn't have to be like this. It's all your fault!!"

He lunged forward with a harsh cry, and plunged the knife in deep into Pip's chest. Pip's eyes widened, and he gave a soundless gasp. The man pulled out the knife with a wet sucking sound, and Pip collapsed on the ground. The man looked at him in horror.

"Oh, God, what did I do? Oh my God, I didn't mean it, oh, I didn't mean to do it!" He turned and fled into the dark, leaving Pip to bleed on the cold ground.

Pip couldn't breathe. It hurt. It hurt so bad. What had happened? It was all so quick and the pain hurt so, so much...

Tears left his eyes to wander down his cheeks as he tried to suck in a breath. He coughed, and blood burbled up, splattering onto his pajamas. Wheezing, he tried to call out, but only more blood came up. His chest fluttered as he tried again. This time he succeeded. He whimpered softly.

"...D...Damien..."

Damien froze, his heart pounding. Oh, Father, no!

"Pip..."

He ran, ebony smoke and ash swallowing him up.

Shadows whirled black as Damien stepped out next to Pip, his eyes widening at the sight of the blood spreading on Pip's shirt.

"Pip!!"

He knelt down, gently cradling his bloody angel. Pip tried for a smile, but he spasmed, coughing out dark red liquid. Damien's nose burned with the scent of blood, and he ripped open Pip's shirt to look at the wound. It was deep and blood oozed up from its depths. One look told Damien everything. Pip's lung had been pierced, and was filling up with blood. It was too much. Pip was going to die.

There was nothing he could do. The son of Satan could not be blessed, or cursed, with the gift to heal. That was for the light, and the light alone. His eyes burned and his throat closed up, but no tears came. Demons could not cry. He slipped his hand into Pip's, holding him tight. Looking down at him, he realized he couldn't ask him to give up his God. He wasn't going to deny him entry to paradise, no matter how much it hurt his own heart.

"Damien..." Pip whispered. "I'm so glad you're here..."

Damien nodded silently, his heart cracking, ready to break. Damien's voice was low, husky.

"Pip, you're going to go to sleep, and you're not coming back."

Pip frowned slightly, his eyes bleary.

"I'm going to die?"

Damien nodded again, unable to speak. Pip, amazingly, smiled.

"You're going to come with me, right? You're not going to leave me alone?"

Damien's heart broke as he heard the softly-spoken question, so full of hopeful love. He shook his head slowly.

"I can't go where you're going."

Tears flowed again down Pip's cheeks, and he cried out,

"I don't want to go if you can't come! Please, Damien, don't leave me!" He whimpered brokenly. "I don't want to be alone again."

Damien held him tighter, trembling. "Don't worry. You're not going to be alone. You're going to a better place."

Pip only whimpered again. "Damien...can you hold my hand, please?"

Damien looked down. He had never let go of Pip's hand. He put a smile on his face, looking back at the nearly-gone Pip.

"Anything for you, angel."

Pip sighed contentedly. His chest rose and fell slowly for a moment, and he struggled to breathe. In books, death was cold, but he only felt warm. He felt so sleepy. Was it time to go yet? No, not so soon...he looked up at Damien.

"Damien..."

"Yeah?"

Pip coughed weakly, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He focused his eyes again on his beloved.

"Can you kiss me?"

Damien smiled, leaning forward to press a tender kiss on Pip's quivering lips.

"I love you..." He murmured gently on his skin, tasting the blood. Pip smiled sweetly.

"...I-I lo-" He gave a shuddering gasp, and his eyes widened. Then they went blank, glazing over, and he gave one last exhale. His body went limp, and Pip died.

Damien saw his soul fade, and he clutched him tighter as his heart's broken pieces shattered into fragments, stabbing deep into his own soul.

Looking up, he howled out his anger to the sky, wishing that he could cry.

A/N: It would be a lie to say I did not cry when I wrote this. I did cry. But I am not sorry. This is the way things were meant to be.

(A loud roar is heard in the distance)

Me: Aaaand, here comes karma...

(Damien flies out of dark smoke, lunging forward and pinning me by my throat to a wall)

Damien: What did you do to him?!?! Where is he, you fucking bitch?!?!

Me: (slightly choking) H-he's...he's i-in a better pl-place...

Damien: The only place he should be is next to me!!!! Bring him back! Bring him back or I swear on my Father I'll rip your throat out right now!!!

Me: Heh, Damien, you...y-you couldn't k-kill me if you t-tried.

(Damien roars, his free hand swinging around to complete his threat. He freezes.)

Damien: What the fuck is this?!?! Let me go so I can drag your soul to Hell with me! I'll give you the torture you deserve, fucker!!

Me: Damien, Damien...you can't kill me. You know that. Just accept it, my pet. Pip is dead.

(Damien glares at me, then lets me go)

Damien: I'll never forgive you. You better hope your soul is pure enough to escape my grasp, because I shall be very happy to see you in Hell.

(Damien walks off, shoulders hunched, alone)

Me: (sighs) I know, Damien...I know...