Damien could see all of Hell from the balcony outside his master bedroom. From this incredible view someone might actually think it's a pretty sight, if they didn't know what they were looking at. From way down below, he could faintly hear the constant wailing of the damned. He leaned over the edge with his elbows on the stone railing. A lit cigarette was held between his fingers as he blew smoke out his mouth.

The heat radiating from the flames surrounding his castle did nothing to cool his already sweat damp skin from tonight's actions. After he and Pip had finished, he had thought about taking a shower, then decided against it. He didn't want to wake the blond still sleeping in his bed. Perhaps they'll take one together in the morning, if Pip was up to it. Damien grinned and brought the cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag.

Damien could hardly believe that Pip let him bed him, and of his own free will. He gave in so willingly and he was oh-so generous when it came to letting Damien touch him. Damien never pictured Pip to be so bold in the bedroom, but still it was a pleasant surprise. He didn't mind letting the blond take control, so long as he remembered who topped.

Pip seemed to know exactly what to do. If Damien didn't know any better, then he would say that he's done this before. But he could tell that it was Pip first time, not only because he's been watching him for so long. As bold as he may have been, there was no hiding his hesitance. And the way he called out-

"Where is he?"

He lifted his eyes from the flames at the deep voice echoing from behind. Damien grinned when he recognized the calm, booming voice of God almighty himself. The small hippo-lion creature stood by the glass door to Damien's bedroom. The dark prince turned to face his enemy with a smirk, blowing smoke from between his lips. His grinned widened as he replied;

" He's resting in my, oh wait, I mean our bed. It's been a long night for him."

God only nodded his much too large for his tiny bodied head, his calm expression never leaving his face. This almost bothered Damien a bit. He had thought God would have been furious after losing one of his angels to the spawn of Satan. But he was in too good a mood at the moment to let this old fart upset him. Damien had gotten what he wanted and there was nary a thing God could do about it.

Now that Pip has willingly given himself to Damien, there was nothing God or anybody else could do to save him. No one could take him away again. Never again, Damien had vowed. Pip was his forever now, as he was always destined to be, and nothing could change that. Maybe now Damien could focus on other things, like eventually taking over Hell after his father.

"Judging by all the things you have done for him," God said suddenly. "I now see that your love for young Philip is true."

Burning out his cigarette, Damien chuckled darkly. "So this was all just a test? I should have expected as much from you."

With a shrug of his feline shoulders, God sighed. " I was wondering when you would figure it out." He paused first before saying " I thought Lucas was a good hint. That sorry excuse for a lost soul as one of my angels? I think not. He's wallowing somewhere down here now, since he is not fit to live in eternal bliss." He sounded a bit tired. Perhaps all of this has taken it's tole on God as well. Even Damien felt like he needed a vacation after all of this.

"I wish you two luck in the future." This surprised Damien a bit. Not only was he so excepting about losing one of his angels, but he was actually giving Damien his blessing? This night was just filled with unlikely but still oddly satisfying surprises. But hey, he's not complaining. Just then a sudden question arises in Damien, causing him to blurt it out without thinking.

"What if I hadn't showed up on time, or if I didn't show up at all? Would you have sat back and watched as Pip was raped?" He didn't like to think about it. It seemed like a miracle when he made it there just in time. He hated to think of what would have happened if he lingered for even just a few more minutes...

God shook his head. "I knew you would come, I knew you would never let that happen. But even if you didn't show up in time I would have stopped him before it got too bad." It was a simple answer but it was enough to satisfy Damien. He made a mental note to torture the fuck out of that God forsaken fallen angel the next time he got a chance. He will make sure that Lucas suffers for all eternity for what he almost did to his Pip.

After all had been said and all matters were settled, God turned to make his leave. But before he descended back up to Heaven, he turned to say "Oh and Damien, if you want Pip to be more comfortable here then I would start by straightening up the place. He really can't stand all the dust. He made a good point about that when I first took him from here."

Damien chuckled as he lit up another cigarette. "Thanks, God." He said, bringing the death stick up to his lips and taking a puff. With that said God disappeared, leaving Damien alone to begin planning to redecorate his mansion for his beloved angel.

A/N: Bet you weren't expecting that ending, were you? XD Yeah folks, this is the end. I wanna thank everyone for reading and reviewing. With your help this story has become my most popular story! And if you liked this story and if your a CREEK fan, then you should check out my other story "Craig Tucker Must Die." It's my sequel to Scapegoat so if you wanna then go check it out.

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