A/N: Blargh I'm starting to rearrange my story plan and stuff is just all over the place. My wall is drowning in sticky notes this is so sad pfff.

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Obey your leaders and submit to them, for they keep watch over your souls as those who will give an account. Let them do this with joy and not with grief, for this would be unprofitable for you. -Hebrews 13:17

Kyle bounced a bit in place, crossing his arms over his bare chest and letting out a long, tired breath. Conceding to Damien, regardless of Kenny's instructions, was something that the redhead was not going to be able to do easily. All he wanted was to see that smug black-haired son of a bitch ground into a fine powder and swept off in a gust of wind. He groaned, turning his attention down to Valefor sitting next to him. "I don't wanna," he whined a bit, the dog looking up at him and blinking. "I know you like him but you're not exactly his prisoner," he half-lectured, tapping his foot against the floor anxiously. "I mean...this is like letting him win, ya know?" he winced. "Kenny knows how much I can't stand being told what to do," he started snapping a bit, looking back out his door and scowling. "Why the fuck would he tell me to be compliant with my fucking warden?" He paused as he felt Valefor's cold nose press against his hip and he sighed irritably, letting a hand drop to his head. "Because it's my life," he answered himself dully.

He knew it was true. This wasn't Cartman trying to belittle him and make him his damn slave again. It wasn't his mother ordering him to meticulously research the mile-long list of kosher caterers she'd managed to scrounge up. And it certainly wasn't Kenny making the dire mistake of making demands to Kyle when he didn't allow it. This was a game being played with a spoiled child who'd happily slit his throat time and again if he didn't try to adhere to his rules at least a little bit. He sneered to himself. Kyle was down below Damien whether he liked it or not, but the Jew just hated to lose. He huffed, rubbing Valefor's ear between his forefinger and thumb. Kenny's advice or not, he wasn't going to just let this go easily. He tongued over his lips.

He could learn to play the game, he could play just enough that Damien would keep from completely destroying him, but still be able to find his way out. After all, Kyle knew that's what he'd grown to be an expert at while everyone his age in high school somehow got taller and bigger and he managed to come to a full stop. He could easily work under the guise of the weaker, more helpless one before managing to turn it all around and slam Damien's face into the pavement. He staunchly ignored the voice of reason screaming at him that he really was helpless against Damien's power. He clenched his hand free from sating Valefor's ridiculously high needy ways, feeling the evidence poking into the thin flesh. He had powers now, too. He'd find a way to get a handle on them and turn Damien's 'brilliant' little idea right against him.

He took a deep breath, looking down at Valefor's content face once more. "C'mon, I want a drink before I do this bullshit," he murmured, leading the dog out of his prison and back into the red, blazing heat. They silently made their way over towards the pond around the side of the cave and Kyle dropped to his knees in front of it. He made quick work to start pouring the sustenance down his throat, looking over through the sides of his eyes to see Valefor bending to do the same. The two of them continued relishing in the temporary relief, letting themselves sink into the tranquil moment. Kyle's overactive mind quelled in the slightest, letting him believe for just a moment that everything was all right. Reality came crashing back far too soon for his tastes, but just that moment was enough to help reinvigorate him alongside the water. He turned his attention to washing his hair and blood-stained body, wishing a little too desperately that he had some of his goddamn soap.

Valefor finished drinking, smacking his lips and sitting down beside him, panting as he watched the man cleaning himself off. Kyle raised his brow and snorted, "I don't even let Kenny watch me shower, Dude, have some goddamn restraint." Valefor leaned forward and licked a trail of water running down his cheek and Kyle groaned, softly batting his muzzle. "Dude, c'mon! Your tongue is as big as my fucking face!" he insisted. His fingers brushed over Valefor's scar and the dog flinched in the slightest. Kyle stopped his ridiculously girlish flailing and cocked his head. He cupped the dog's chin and turned his muzzle a bit, staring at the long scar and his face falling pitiably, seeing blood still encrusted in the midst of his fur. "Guess that fuck was right," he murmured. "I know just how you feel."

He reached down his leg, grabbing a section of his jeans down by his heel hanging on by a mere few threads and made quick work to tear it off. He bent down and wet the makeshift rag, still holding onto Valefor's chin. "I've done this for Kenny so damn much I'm an expert," he promised him with a small smirk. He brought up the denim and very gently began wiping the excess blood from his face. Valefor kept flinching with the contact, kept from thrashing only by Kyle's thumb gently sliding along his fur. "You're fine," he cooed. "You're a better patient than Ken, that's for damn sure," he commented, moving his way down the scar and rubbing in soothing circular motions. He kept his voice moving noting how Valefor seemed worse in the still silence, "Once, I touched a cut with antiseptic and he freaked out so much he jerked up and gave me a black eye." He snorted a bit and shook his head with a smile, remembering Kenny nearly crying in an absolute panic after the fact, trying to wait on the redhead hand and foot for weeks for what he'd done. "He's an idiot," he chuckled softly, Valefor watching him silently as he continued to work. He smiled fondly to himself and let out a quiet sigh. "But he's my idiot. And that idiot's gonna kill that fucking asshole and get me home," he said firmly.

He finished wiping off his scar down the length of his neck and pulled away. "See? Wasn't so bad, was it?" Valefor just licked his face again, wagging his tail at his lighthearted voice. He chuckled, tossing the scrap of denim behind him and getting to his feet, raking his fingers through his damp hair. "Usually I make Ken pancakes for not having a shitfit over first aid but I don't think I can do that for ya, Dude."

"I doubt you could make enough to feed him regardless," that damn voice poked through the two of them. They glanced over to see Damien standing there looking far too nonchalant for Kyle's tastes. "I'm proud of you, Little mouse," he smiled. "You healed yourself much quicker than expected." Kyle rolled his eyes, continuing to work through his hair and turning his attention down to the dog still at his feet. Damien watched him, taking slow steps closer; A ravenous shark gliding swiftly towards his seal. "Tell me, how did you feel seeing what you could do?" he ventured.

Kyle glanced at him, fiddling with a knot and trying to press his claw through to undo it. "Like a freak of nature," he muttered.

"But a strong 'freak of nature', hm?" he smirked. Kyle managed to fight through the tangle and sighed irritably, running his fingers all throughout his hair while Damien gaped a bit at him, watching the auburn waves smoothly flowing around his scalp at his dictation. Kyle looked to see him staring and moved a bit closer to Valefor in uneasiness, dropping from his curls.

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest again. "Can I help you?" he asked cooly.

Damien broke from his stupor and smirked, "Looks like you have something on your mind, Little mouse," he cooed. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can take me the fuck home," he scoffed stubbornly.

He rolled his eyes, "Not happening." Kyle bristled a bit, glancing down at the dog for a few moments before looking back up, nearly falling back into the lake as Damien had appeared only a foot away from him. The noirette raised an amused brow. "So. What is it, Little one?" Kyle kept his mouth shut doggedly, eyes fleeting anywhere but Damien's. He didn't want to do this. He wanted to just rip this fucker apart. Fingers on his chin brought his attention back forward, gulping at the famished glaze over ruby irises. "Well?" he urged.

He took a deep breath through his nose, unable to help but envision Kenny begging him to keep himself alive until he could get to him. He was out of options and Damien had him backed against the wall. Even Kyle's stubbornness could tell this was just going to have to happen. Goddammit. He looked into those eyes already beaming with victory, suppressing a long growl under his breath. "Train me," he muttered.

Damien's cheshire grin sent his heart beating in a furious terror that he absolutely refused to let show. "Once more, Little mouse?"

He growled, clenching his fists and ignoring Valefor's nose on his hand trying to coax it back open. "Train me, you sack of shit," he spat.

The demon chuckled devilishly, scraping his claws along Kyle's throat. "And just what changed your mind?" he questioned.

"That's none of your concern," he said primly, ripping his head from Damien's hold before a hand swept around the back of his neck, pulling him forward a bit.

"I suppose you're right," he shrugged casually. "All that matters is you know who you belong to," he smirked, watching with excitement as Kyle's eyes flickered with light.

He snarled, "I'm not yours."

He feigned a cute little pout, brushing damp curls away from his face, wanting to see the anger in full. "Denial gets you nowhere, Little one. Fact is all that matters here, you know this."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I'm the one in denial. Not the one who's signing his own fucking death warrant and blindfolding himself for the fucking firing squad."

"Oh really?" he challenged.

"You're so deep in denial that fucking Copiapó is sending you down resources," he snapped, pushing him off and leaping off to the side to get himself out of the corner.

Damien snorted derisively. "You want me to train you, hm?" he asked. Kyle remained silent, watching him carefully for any indication of an attack coming his way. "Then come here," he folded his finger.

"I'm not a dog!" he bit.

"Then maybe you should cut down on the growling," he smirked. "Wouldn't want to have to chain you up and muzzle you again, would we?" Kyle glared darkly at him and the demon merely chuckled. "Now, come here," he repeated in a firmer tone.

Kyle looked from Valefor back to him, staunchly reminding himself of why he was doing this. Kenny and God came to this conclusion and he trusted the two of them more than even himself. Some things he was just going to have to bend on. He swallowed his pride, keeping his scowl prominent as he took deliberate, steadying steps towards the monster. Damien watched his sluggish tempo but felt his own pulse thumping out of control. Watching him submit, beating down his self-respect to follow his orders...the demon let out a small shudder. This was his first taste of what could come, and all he could think about was the second course.

Kyle finally made it in front of him, silently watching as Damien seemed to stare straight through him. He tightened his posture, returning the look and not daring to back down. He already lost one thing, he wasn't about to lose another right off the goddamn bat. "Good boy," Damien grinned coyly. Kyle flinched but kept his eyes locked, digging his tongue into the underside of a fang furiously. "Now, turn around," he directed, spinning his finger in the air.

Kyle blinked, "Excuse me?"

"Turn around and let me take the burden of free will from you," he said smoothly.

He blanched a bit before sneering in frustration. "You said if I agreed to be compliant you wouldn't fucking do that-"

"As often," he cut him off. "But you've been so naughty and resistant lately I haven't been able to practice with you. So, turn around. The quicker you comply, the quicker I end the pain," he raised his brow. Kyle's breathing picked up its pace, looking between Damien and the sky. He didn't want to do this. God he didn't want to. "Now or I turn you myself," Damien snapped.

Kyle's shoulders trembled, forcing his dissent down. His options were just too few and far in-between here, he knew well enough he didn't have much choice. He took a wavering breath, slowly pivoting on his foot, looking at the ground in shame. Damien's grin nearly hurt his face, staring in blatant interest at the lines of scars splayed across Kyle's slim back like a textured painting. He couldn't help but feel his stomach twirling in excitement. This was his masterpiece. He was the artist of this canvas of a stubborn mortal who was lost beyond all hope. He got to control every little minute detail, sculpt every line, fuss over every stroke. He walked up right behind him, taking a long breath through his nose and smelling Kyle's natural spice leaking off of him. His first whiff of victory; Almost enough to topple him over.

"Good boy," he whispered against the back of his neck, watching Kyle's shudder in interest. He placed his hand against Kyle's scar, biting his lip in near-ecstasy at the feeling of their power melding together, feeling every ounce of Kyle flooding his system, overriding his reason for a moment. Kyle clenched his eyes, feeling the same effect but with nothing but nausea. It was too much, too much fire and energy slamming down onto him at once, like shots of espresso lined up for miles that he was being force to swallow down in a row. Among the rush he could feel the burning inside of him quelling in the slightest, hating the fact that he found relief in the midst of this insanity. He could feel his body trying to shiver, only able to do so with his head and groan lightly as Damien slowly began to cull his veins from inside of him. Kyle whimpered, feeling them uncoiling from within, seeming eager to go to their puppeteer's hand.

Valefor watched him, whining softly in confusion. Kyle glanced over through his pain, giving him a small 'shhh'. The dog simply sat and watched, deep eyes flickering worriedly between the two standing together. Damien chuckled, "Now, we're going to test dividing the power," he said simply, winding strands around his fingers. He let a bundle of them drop from his hand and Kyle blinked as his legs sprang back into feeling. "Can you move them?" Damien asked simply. The redhead kicked a little with each foot and nodded. "Very good," he said approvingly, bringing up a hand and petting through his hair.

Kyle sneered, looking back over his shoulder, "Don't you fucking pet me!" he shouted.

Damien watched him with a smug grin, beginning to move his fingers and watch as Kyle's upper body began jerking around with his direction, the redhead yelping as skin began to tear. "Do you want me to be kind or not?" he asked cooly. Kyle whined, his free legs shaking in their pain. "Answer me, Little one," he plucked the strands again.

A bare hint of a 'yes' floated between them, held down by Kyle trying to contain his pained sobs.

Damien shuddered, "Then behave," he said lowly, petting his head again and nearly groaning as Kyle begrudgingly allowed the hand to remain. "Let's see if we can keep you conscious," he murmured almost to himself. He licked his lips, looking around the wasteland surrounding them. "All right, look at the water." Kyle blinked, turning to do so. "Was that on your own?"

"Yes," he muttered tiredly.

Damien nodded, sharp mind whirring. "Take a step forward." Kyle took a deep breath, shakily inching forward, trying to stay close enough to Damien's hand he wouldn't continue to rip his skin. The demon bit his lip in thought. "Raise your right hand and keep it up there." Kyle's eyes fell dull and he immediately raised it, staring off into nothingness. Valefor let out a large, panicked bark, something feeling off. "Hush," Damien held up his hand to the dog, keeping the veins in his hand and circling around the frozen redhead, strands slicing along with him. He stood in front of the man and let out a thoughtful 'hmm'. "Step forward," he directed. Kyle stood perfectly still, hand still raised and eyes glazed over as Damien watched him.

He nodded to himself. "All right, hand down." Life sparked back in his eyes and his arm dropped, hissing as he looked to see the new tears along his waist and arms. Damien couldn't help but smirk, "Stubborn little mouse," he murmured.

"H-huh?" he blinked, dazed with the blood pouring out of him once again. Damien noticed his legs shaking and sighed irritably.

"Get on your knees, Little one."

Kyle's face erupted in color. "I don't think so!"

"Either you do it or I do," he reminded him harshly. Kyle's lips curled in on each other, shakily letting himself drop to the ground, thankful when Damien's hands followed his movement to keep him from tearing even worse. The demon knelt down in front of him, scanning over his body and the strings in his hands. "So stubborn," he repeated, shaking his head.

The redhead frowned, "You're one to talk."

He chuckled, "Perhaps you're right. But I'm not the one who resisted a spell, Little one," he reached with his free hand and flicked Kyle's forehead. "Whoever heard of a puppet who can move the strings its master doesn't use?"

"What are you talking about?" he frowned confusedly.

He smirked, "If you're conscious and I let go of your strings, you can move whatever I relinquish. But if I'm controlling something of you that's not free, you can't do anything with those I let go of, not even what I tell you to."

"So?" he raised his brow, hating the fact that he was having this conversation about how much control of his fucking body was being relinquished to the maniac in front of him.

"So, you're only a true puppet when I have you completely tangled up, Princess," he scoffed. "Guess you're gonna have to get used to it..." He paused, "Not like you have a choice," he shrugged.

"Or you could be a fucking man and fight your own fucking battles instead of dragging me into it," he spat.

He smirked, "Now where would the fun be in that? And that'd just be a waste of your potential, Little one," he reached forward and slid his hand up through Kyle's hair, noting his panicked breathing beginning to once again pick up its pace. He chuckled, "You know, it's funny." Kyle twisted his face in befuddlement as he continued, "You know how they say they have someone in their hands?" He grinned slyly, "Who would've known we could make that so literal?" he held up his domineering palm.

Kyle growled, "All right, you did your fucking tests, let me out!"

"No," he said sharply, tugging Kyle up towards him, his legs flailing trying to pull away from the demon but merely sliding around frantically. He looked the redhead down into his marbled eye, fingers caressing through the thick locks intertwined around them. He let out a low, hungry murmur, "I need to see just how far I can take you."


A/N: I need to learn how to not make shit so convoluted. But where would the fun be in that I guess. Ugh.

Thanks for R&Ring!