WOW AN EARLIER UPDATE XD

I do quickly need to inform you that I am no longer working on the animation to go with this story. I just didn't think it would work with a slightly different ending I've recently thought of, and I didn't like where it was heading. I don't know whether you'd like it or not, but it certainly didn't please me enough. Hopefully, considering only a few of you seemed interested, that you don't mind xD I am going to start something else to do with South Park, but it will be completely different and have nothing to do with fanfiction.

But I am, of course, continuing the story! So, without further ado, let's start!

Special chapter from Damien's point of view YAY!

Damien Thorn sat at his desk in his room, flicking through a file containing information on humans living in South Park. He stopped as he reached a page with the picture of a tall teenager with black hair, dressed in a blue hat and jacket. Craig Tucker.

The Devil's son smiled to himself. Perhaps he was a little too forceful with how he taught him a lesson, but it worked. He hadn't meant to harm Tweek Tweak, but it most likely had more of an effect that way, anyhow. The Tucker boy, he made himself seem so tough, which he was. But it was hard to see when he was begging for the life of his lover to be saved, with tears streaming down his face. That was always the downfall of humans... Their emotions.

However, Damien's smile vanished. He had been feeling some sort of his own emotions as of late, because of the English boy... Pip Pirrup. It was this boy who was making him deal with those people in the first place, and it was strange to think that a mere mortal could do that to Damien. But he had, and it was something Damien would have to deal with.

He continued to flick through the file until he came across a page containing a picture of another tall boy, with a sour and angry expression, dirty blonde hair, and a leather jacket. Trent Boyett.

Damien knew he couldn't hurt Trent, at least, not in a way that he hurt Tweek. If it was his choice, he would have just killed him. Whether it would be a quick death, or a much more long and painful one, it would have done the trick. Not only would Trent be gone, but he would also been spending a huge amount of time in Hell for his sins. In fact, perhaps if Damien were to ask his father, Trent's soul could never be reincarnated and he could spend eternity in the fiery depths which Damien called home.

But, he couldn't have done that. He could have just ignored Pip's pleads of not hurting anyone else, and had just done it anyway. But he still didn't, all because he didn't want Pip to be more hurt. And that is what confused Damien. He shouldn't care what Pip says, he shouldn't even care at all.

He sighed and looked back down at Trent's picture, his head in his hand. The things he wished he could do to him. He deserved punishment, severe punishment, at that. Even though he could not care less about what he did to other people besides Pip, it was part of Damien's job to punish those who have done evil, and Trent had certainly done a lot of it in his life. In this sort of situation, normally, he could just simply wait until they eventually passed away so Damien could give them all of the punishment they deserved in Hell, but after the crimes he's committed against Pip, he deserved to have that punishment now. However, Pip didn't want that, and so he couldn't happen.

Damien laughed out loud to himself. Since when did a human control how he acted?

He was, in fact, slowly starting to accept it more than he once was. Sure, it still completely baffled him as to why he was drawn to Pip so much, but at least it kept him occupied.

He flicked through the pages once more until his eyes fell on the picture of Eric Cartman.

Damien grinned slyly to himself. He was the last one to be taught a lesson about how he has treated the poor British boy. It was going to be more difficult to get into the mind of this one, and it was a case where he definitely had to make Cartman face his own problems to change him, but Damien was never one to say no to a challenge.

He closed the file, and clicked his fingers so it disappeared in a flash of fire almost instantly. He rose out of his chair, and was just about to leave when he heard a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" he snapped loudly. Could this not wait until later? He did have his own business to do.

"Master, it is I," the familiar voice of his and his father's most loyal servant, Lucius, called through the door. Damien sighed, and opened the door with a wave of his hand. He sat on his desk, looking at the servant with his unblinking red eyes.

"What is the matter? I have important things to attend to."

"My Lord, it is your father. He wishes to see you," the servant said.

"Tell him I will see him later. I really must go."

"My Lord, it is important, he-"

"I honestly do not care about what he wants right now," Damien sighed. "Go back to him and tell him that I will see him later. I have more important things to do right now than go listening to another one of my father's useless ramblings, understood?"

"Y-Yes, Master, I will tell him that at once..."

"Good. Please make sure to close the door behind you on your way out."

And with those words, he had soon vanished.

It was always a strange feeling being in the normal world. No fire or brimstone or anything. It was so plain compared to what he was used to. And yet... Damien did still have a liking for it he could not quite describe.

But he wasn't taking the trip all of the way out here to just have a little walk around and admire the scenery, or whatever humans liked to do on their holidays. He was, as usual, here for business.

He hid in the shadows of an alleyway as he watched Eric Cartman walked down the street nearby with a blonde by his side. What was his name again...? Oh yes, Butters. That was the one. Damien chuckled slightly to himself when he overheard their conversation.

"It really would just make you feel better if you told her how you feel, Eric."

"Oh yeah, like it's really that fucking simple! God, she'll probably just hit me in the face!"

It was strange to think that a boy with such an evil history could actually be so cowardly. In fact, the whole of Eric Cartman's mind was a strange and complex place. There was definitely more than simply what meets the eye, with him. This was why Damien had to scare the boy enough so that he could get past the bravery he put on so that Damien could get through to him, properly.

He carefully followed the two teenagers down the street, not wanting to be seen before he needed to be. Soon enough, Butters had reached his own house, and Cartman was left alone. The streets were empty, and it was very quiet. Perfect... The guy wasn't so tough when he was left on his own.

Damien quickened his pace so he was closer to Cartman, though he kept his eyes fixed on Cartman in concentration. He did not want to be seen by the large teenager... Not yet, anyway. That was why, when Cartman felt someone's presence near him and turned around, Damien had already dashed into the shadows of an alleyway and kept out of sight.

Damien had soon followed Cartman back to his home. He watched Cartman grab a set of keys out of his rucksack, unlock the door, and enter the house. Damien did not enter after him, however. That certain affect would be better when it was a little darker, which it would be soon enough, as he could tell from the sun setting. It seemed as though Cartman and Butters may had spent quite a while together after school time had ended.

He slowly walked around to the side of the house and carefully peeked through the window. Cartman was in the kitchen, and was getting food prepared on the worktop. He was clearly getting his dinner ready, which was perfect; by the time he had sat down to eat his dinner, the sun would have set completely.

Damien looked around, to make sure that he definitely wouldn't be spotted where he was stood. He was concealed from the sidewalk by bushes, and he could sense that there was no one in the house to the side of him. As long as he stayed by the wall next to the window, he would be completely fine.

He sighed, and brushed his hair back. He might as well find something to entertain him by while he waited for Cartman to have finally finished making his food. He held his hand out in front of him, and with barely a thought, created a flame in his palm. His other hand waved over the flame, and the image of Pip in his bedroom appeared in the fire. Pip looked like he was contemplating something, from the look in his eyes. After a moment, he grabbed his phone and after pressing a contact, put it to his ear. The concentrating look on his face made a small unintentional smile appear on Damien's face.

"You're not with Tweek or anything, are you?"

Damien tilted his head in curiosity. What is he on the phone to Craig for?

"Well, because... I want to talk about Damien."

He smirked slightly, and brought the flame in his hand closer to him. Pip wanted to talk about him to Craig?

"Yeah... That's him. Huh? No, he's... He's real."

Craig had not been fully certain if Damien was real? He must have felt guiltier about Pip than Damien thought... Otherwise he may have broken his promise. Damien knew now that he had nothing to be concerned about with Craig.

"I... I don't really know. But, I... I... I think I might have a crush on him."

Damien's eyes widened. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Sure, it had been rather obvious that Pip found Damien attractive. A blind man could notice that. But to hear Pip say that aloud... Well, that was something else entirely. Pip wouldn't confess something like that to someone unless what he was feeling was strong. Damien could not help but get the impression that Pip's feelings towards him might be something more than just a 'crush', with how he was acting.

And he wasn't so sure of how to react about that.

"I know it sounds really weird and everything..." He laughed. "I don't know, it's just... He's helping me and everything and it's just..."

Pip seemed just as confused about the situation as Damien was.

"Yeah, exactly. I just wanted to talk about it with you because, well... Yeah... Anyway, sorry if I bothered you. I better hang up now. That's true... Well, see you tomorrow, Craig."

Damien watched as Pip ended the call, and placed his phone on his bedside table. He fell back onto his bed, sighed deeply, and closed his eyes. He didn't seem any more relaxed than he did before he made the call.

Damien looked up from the flame in his hand, and was shocked to find that it had gotten a lot darker. He quickly extinguished the flame, and with great care, looked back through Cartman's window. Luckily, the conversation between Pip and Craig hadn't lasted as long as it seemed, and just as Damien had predicted, Cartman was in the process of eating his dinner. His mother was clearly going to be out for quite a while, and so this would be the perfect time to make his impact.

He quickly bent down when Cartman looked up from his food, but when Damien glanced at him, he only looked over at the door, then back at his food. Damien slowly raised his hand, looked up at the light on the ceiling, and clicked his fingers. The light began flickering, before it turned off completely, as well as the other lights in the house. Damien chuckled as he saw Cartman's eyes dart around the room. He was saying something to himself, and got out of his chair, clearly believing that the power was out. Just as he turned to leave the room to sort out the power, Damien swiftly banged on the window and teleported himself upstairs in the house just as Cartman spun around wildly. Damien proceeded into Cartman's room quietly, and walked over to his closet. He conjured a piece of paper, and waved his hand over it so the words 'You shall pay.' were written on it in red ink. Perhaps it was a little extreme, but when there was a lesson to be taught from Damien, he taught it well. He quickly threw everything out of the closet with a wave of his hand, placed the paper inside, and clicked his fingers so that an illusion of fire surrounded the note. He disappeared out of the room just as Cartman ran in there, his eyes wide with shock and horror.

Damien grinned as he watched Cartman through the flame in his hand, as he leant back in his chair. Of course, the lights in his house were now back on, but the fear was still clearly there. His mother had just returned home with a man, but she quickly grew concerned when she saw how scared Cartman was when she saw him tidying the mess that Damien had made.

Damien groaned when he heard a knock at his door. He extinguished the flame, and opened the door with a wave of his hand without bothering to ask who was there.

"What is it, Lucius?" Damien snapped.

"My Lord... Your father still wishes to see you," the servant replied.

"Oh fuck, I forgot about that," Damien muttered.

"He insists you come now, Master."

"Yeah, I already guessed. Fine, I'm coming now," Damien sighed, and rose out of his chair. "But I do have my own things to do, too."

"I know, my Lord, but he says it is important."

"I bet it is..." Damien said, rolling his eyes.

Only a minute or so later, they were stood outside the door leading to Damien's father's room. The servant raised his hand to knock, but Damien simply moved him out of the way and swung the door open. His father quickly looked up from his desk with fury in his eyes, but that look turned to only mild annoyance when he saw it was his son.

"Leave us, Lucius," he said, and the servant quickly nodded and closed the door behind him.

"How are things, father?" Damien said, and relaxed back in a chair opposite to his father's.

"Perhaps you would know how things are here more if you actually were here more than you are," Satan snapped.

"Oh, father, that's a load of bullshit and you know it," Damien laughed. "I'm here just as much as I ever was. Just because I've been making the odd trip up to the surface doesn't mean I've hardly been here."

"It's concerning me, Damien, how much this boy you've been strangely helping has taken over your duties," said Satan. "Why are you focusing so much of your time with this mortal, when you know you have plenty of things to do here?"

"Honestly, it's keeping me busy," Damien chuckled. "The jobs I do here alone aren't enough to keep me preoccupied. I like to keep myself busy, you know that. As long as I actually do everything I'm supposed to do, where is the problem?"

"The problem is that you're helping a worthless human! I am concerned that soon enough, all of your attention will be focused on him and you will no longer care about what you have to do here."

"That isn't going to happen."

"But why are you helping him?"

"I've just taken an interest in him, alright? He's not like other mortals."

"I'm worried that this 'interest' will develop."

"It won't! If you should be worrying about anyone, then you can simply choose any of my siblings. Take fucking Akuma for example! She spends most of her time making herself look good. I don't see her doing anything around here."

"Yes, but you're..."

"But I'm what? The oldest? I don't give a shit. None of us are going to die anyway, so who even cares? I work harder than any of the others, and yet, I don't get any credit for it. So I honestly don't care about what you think about Pip. Just be happy that I'm helping you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to get some rest."

Damien got up out of his chair, and walked over to the door. Just as he opened it, his father spoke once more.

"I'm worried that you're actually developing a liking for this human. Perhaps even more."

"Don't be so ridiculous," Damien snapped, and slammed the door after him. His father could be so annoying.

But... There was a little bit of truth in his words. It was quite clear to Damien that he felt something towards Pip. It was a positive feeling, also, which was a very strange feeling.

Damien had never felt happiness before. It was a rare thing for demons to actually feel anything. But as soon as Damien spoke to Pip, even simply thought about him, he felt a warmth that he thought was impossible for him to feel. Was it even possible for a creature like Damien to feel any sort of emotion to a human like he did? A feeling that made him feel warm, that filled the empty space in him, that he wanted to never let go...

"Well, fuck," he muttered quietly to himself.

It seemed as though that he had, in fact, fallen for a mortal.

Did you like this chapter? It was fun to right it from Damien's point of view :3 I may also be writing the beginning part of the next chapter from Damien's point of view, because as this was just before Damien and Pip's meeting from the eighth chapter, Damien isn't quite done with Cartman yet.

I hope you enjoyed this, and reviews are appreciated! Come on, let's get it to fifty ;)

Thank you very much for reading, as usual. Until next time!

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