Things are about to get much more exciting. This is for all you Dip fans! I know some of my readers have expressed their desire to see more Dip romance. Well here's your chance! Enjoy this doozy of a chapter!

After the hostile takeover of the City Hall, it was necessary to prevent the citizens of South Park from suspecting something amiss in their town. Their grand plan wasn't quite complete yet. And that's where Eric Cartman came in. Cartman would have to resort to his conniving ways to ensure that no one stumbled upon their conspiracy. Deceiving people was what Cartman did best. But it no longer felt enjoyable. Things were different now. Cartman wasn't sure if he could do this any longer.

Sitting alone on a park-bench at Stark's Pond, Cartman felt lost inside and it seemed like nothing would ever put his doubts to rest. This wasn't what he signed up for… He only wanted to know who he was. To remember who Eric Cartman used to be. Now he was torn between two parts of himself… The Eric Cartman who relished in evil thoughts and bringing harm to others for his own personal gain. Then there was the other Eric Cartman who wished to repent for all his bad deeds. To add more to his inner grief was the raspy voice of his most hated enemy.

"You did well, Eric. I'm so proud of what you've done for us all," Scott said, with an arrogant leer lurking on his face. "In no time at all, you'll be part of a great future for this town. Together we'll become great partners. After all, you and I aren't so different."

Snorting upon this in disgust, Cartman got up from the bench and turned to throw the ginger-teen a dirty look. "You and I are not the same. We never will be."

With nothing more to say to Scott, Cartman walked away while dealing with a guilty conscience that wouldn't go away. Scott watched his little half-brother leave and frowned to himself. Eric Cartman was not to be trusted… He had to stay one step ahead, especially if he wanted to see his schemes through to the end. Make no mistake; Scott would get rid of that fatass sooner or later.

From a distant hill, blessing the darkness for keeping him hidden from view, Damien Thorn had watched the whole thing go down between the half-brothers. He watched as Eric Cartman and Scott Tenorman parted ways and went in opposite directions. There was definitely a lot of tension between those two. One thing was for sure though… The resentment between Cartman and Scott was fiercer than ever. The Antichrist was amused by it all. Mortals were so easy to corrupt.

Damien reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the piece of paper with the enigmatic message on it, telling him to come to the park. He was nonplussed as to who might have sent it to him but his answer came when he saw someone coming. Even in the deep darkness, Damien had no trouble recognizing who it was. Pip Pirrup appeared and smiled when he saw that the son of Satan had shown up for him.

With a scowl and a roll of his eyes, Damien should have known. Figuring that he had nothing better to do, Damien went and sat down on a park-bench with Pip joining him. Damien still felt awkward to sit beside this sweet-natured British-boy whose kindness and acceptance of him was something he had a hard time fully understanding. Now that it was just the two of them, Pip wasted no time scooting closer to him on the bench while looking totally contended.

"I'm ever so glad to see you, Damien. I was afraid you might not come," Pip said pleasantly. "Isn't this nice? I like to come here whenever I'm feeling a little down. You can get the most beautiful view of the night sky from here."

For once, Damien finally started relaxing and gazed up to see that Pip was right about this place. It was a nice night with the dark-blue sky dotted with many twinkling stars alongside a big full-moon glowing brightly. It was so peaceful here. That must be why Pip asked him to come here. However Damien couldn't resist questioning the British boy's motives behind all this.

"You know something, Pip. I can't decide if you're really brave or really stupid," Damien said, warily eying the blond-boy sitting beside him. "As the son of Satan, all prophecies can agree on one thing about me. It is my destiny to bring ruin and destruction to all of Mankind. Doesn't that bother you?"

Pip was quiet for a few seconds and wasn't sure how to respond to this. To Damien's surprise, Pip settled on a warm-hearted smile instead. "Well not everyone should live their life according to some prophecy. We should all get to live an unpredictable life. It's what creates mysteries and wonder, does it not?"

Damien wasn't entirely convinced by that. Pip didn't know the whole story. "You really don't get it. I can't control my destiny. I have to do my father's bidding. It's expected of me. It is the sole purpose of my creation…to manipulate innocent mortals into joining Satan in his continuing rebellion against God and the heavens."

"But surely your father loves you and wants you to lead a life of your own?" Pip insisted. "Why don't you just tell him that you're getting older and you can make decisions on your own? Doesn't he want you to be your own person?"

Damien's ruby-eyes stared into those crystal-blue ones and it was funny how these things never occurred to him before. All his life, Damien has never questioned his father before, the ruler of hell. For the longest time, he'd always done what he was told. Was Pip right? Did he really have a choice? It wasn't easy being the Antichrist, what with his father's high expectations and not to mention the overzealous priests of the church always trying to assassinate him. And yet it felt so good to finally have someone to talk to with these issues.

Pip saw the troubled expression on Damien's face and felt bad for having made him feel bad. "Oh buck up Damien! Never-mind all that, let us talk about something else. So tell me, what's it like having demonic powers?"

Damien studied Pip and for the first time noticed his gentle features and endearing charms. Nobody had ever looked at him with such adoration. Suddenly wanting to test the British boy, the Antichrist held up his hand where he easily summoned up the flames of hell. It was a pretty easy trick that all demons knew. With his hand literally on fire, he held it out for Pip to see and carefully watched his expression. Pip was enthralled by the fire but never once did he scream, flinch or show any sign of fear. As a matter of fact, the British boy held out his hand in fascination. Damien's and Pip's hands reach out and touched. No matter how much the fire burned, it never scorched Pip's hand. And then the Antichrist felt a bond…

Damien looked down at their connecting hands and felt truly something. "You're different Pip. You're the only one who has ever treated me like a person…not a monster."

Pip grinned sheepishly because nobody has ever given him a genuine compliment before. "Yes…well…if it's not too bold of me to say…I've always liked you, Damien. Was that too forward?"

After that, the iciness melted away and the Antichrist found himself opening up more and more. Soon the two were talking about many things and growing more comfortable with each other as their conversations became more intimate. Together on the bench, they've also got to enjoy looking up at the night sky and watching the stars glimmer back at him. But eventually Pip began asking personal questions about Damien's involvement with Scott Tenorman.

"Say Damien, I couldn't help but notice that you're hanging around that Scott Tenorman an awful lot lately. Just what on earth are you always doing with him anyway?" Pip asked anxiously.

"That's no concern of yours, Pip. What I do with that ginger madman is nothing but business," Damien answered stiffly while crossing his arms.

Somehow Pip knew that Damien wasn't being totally honest. Hesitating for a moment, he chose his words carefully. "Look here Damien… I don't know what that Scott Tenorman tells you, but you can't trust him. He's like some con artist who goes around tricking people into terrible schemes. I wouldn't want you getting mixed with stuff like that."

Now Damien became offended by this and threw Pip a nasty scowl. "What do you take me for, Pip? I'm nobody's fool. As the son of Satan, I am perfectly capable of keeping people from taking advantage of me. Unlike you Pip…"

Damien realized what he just said and wished he could take it back. But it was already too late. Upon hearing these insulting words, Pip was crestfallen and began scooting away and putting some distance between them. Pip refused to face him. Damien watched the British boy and hated himself for being so callous toward him. Why did he have to go and say a shitty thing like that?

"Pip don't…I didn't mean it. That's not true," Damien tried to amend. He slid closer to Pip on the bench. "Please don't be angry. It's just… I can't talk about Scott Tenorman right now because I'm actually planning to…" Damien couldn't say anything more. Nobody was to know about that.

There Damien put his hand on Pip's shoulder and wanted to persuade him to come back to him. "This isn't easy for me to say…but I don't want you to go away. Please come here… I want you to stay."

For a moment, Damien was afraid that Pip would get up and walk away from him. He would go back to being alone and misunderstood. He couldn't handle that. Pip was starting to mean something to him. Just as the Antichrist was worrying, he was in for another surprise when Pip turned to face him and was chuckling mischievously. Looking into Damien's befuddled face, the British boy cuddled up to him looked at home.

"Heh-heh… it's alright Damien. I was never angry at you. I was only testing to see how you would react if I really did went away. I'll stay with you if that's what you want," Pip promised. He rested his head on Damien's shoulder while his golden-hair carried the scent of cinnamon shampoo.

Damien only stared in awe at the cheeky British boy who proved to be cleverer than he looked. Perhaps he had judged him too soon. Pip Pirrup might be a little too nice for his own good sometimes, but there was no denying that he had inner strength from within. The son of Satan was impressed and was more than happy to put his arm around Pip and hold him close. The two shared a wonderful moment together. Damien could really get used to this. Just as he was drifting off, Pip had one more thing to say.

"Damien… Whatever it is you're doing with Scott Tenorman…do be careful. I wouldn't want you to end up getting hurt," Pip said gently.

It was with a heavy heart that Damien could only give him half the truth. "Relax. I'll be fine, Pip. Trust me; I know how to take care of myself. Nothing bad will happen to me."

But Damien was lying. If Scott Tenorman's big plans did succeed, it would put Pip in jeopardy. But there was no backing out now. He was too involved and didn't want to draw any unwanted attention onto himself. Besides, Damien had his own schemes to worry about. He couldn't afford any distractions. Rather if he liked it or not, Damien Thorn still had a destiny to fulfill, even if his own existence was at stake. Whatever the outcome…he would have to find a way to protect Pip from unspeakable horrors.