The night was dark and moonless as I strolled through the deserted town. After my talk with Craig, I had to let myself cool down, although my earlier meditation did help. Still, despite my leisurely pace, I soon arrived at my destination: the South Park movie theater.

Due to the darkness that covered the town (they didn't have many street lights, and the ones they did have were mysteriously off), the movie theater looked haunted. Being an angel, the darkness didn't bother me, although it did remind me why I was there. As I entered the theater (which was already unlocked), I saw a movie playing soundlessly on the screen. It was a stupid movie starring Rob Schneider as a stapler. I stood there in the aisle, staring blankly at the screen. That's when a childish voice spoke from one of the seats next to me.

"Never have I seen anything as vile and repulsive as the one the mortals call Rob Schneider." it said, the fire it held burning through the darkness.

"And you would know." I replied, my icy voice unwavering.

I turned to the other boy, who just stood up from his seat. He had pale skin, even paler than mine, but his hair and clothes were completely black. The only parts of his body that had any color were his eyes, which glowed a bright, fiery yellow.

"I am Damien, the Antichrist! Son of Satan!" he said, facing me, "Why did you summon me, Dragonborn?"

I stood unflinching in front of the high-level demon, completely unfazed by the evil oozing from every pore in his human body.

"There's a battle fast approaching, one you might take interest in." I replied, my eyes glowing red as my Dragonborn powers activated, "Against a mortal calling himself the Dark Lord."

At the mention of Clyde's self-given title, Damien's eyes lit up with rage, just as I had predicted.

"What?" he growled, "Some mortal dares to carry my father's title?!"

"Indeed." I replied, "He commands an army of Nazi Zombies, so he thinks he controls the world."

"That fool!" Damien snarled, his anger rising, "Who does he think he is? He'll pay for this!"

"I thought you might say that." I said, keeping my voice calm so that I could counter the demon's energy if it got out of control.

"I'll join this fight." Damien said, his voice low with rage. His tone then became sadistic as he smirked at me. "Besides, I owe you one. That little "alien shipwreck" stunt has made things quite eventful around here. I was getting bored until you showed up again."

I smirked back, although mine was far more bitter. "I'm glad someone's enjoying that total fuck-up."

At my comment, Damien burst out laughing. "I'm the Son of Satan! I LIVE for fuck-ups!"

"So I recall." I said in agreement, before remembering something, "By the way, are you going to bring your mate with you?"

Damien paused, his rage temporarily gone from his eyes as he smiled, a rare sight.

"Perhaps. He likes to act gentle, but he can be vicious when he gets angry." He gazed at the theater's exit, clearly thinking of his beloved.

"So I've heard." I said, subconsciously looking in the same direction, "My mate told me a story of how your mate broke a boy's nose with a dodgeball when he was still alive."

Damien laughed, clearly recalling the same thing. "Of course! I remember he knocked out entire teams with one dodgeball! All you have to do is call him French."

I chuckled. "Typical of the Brits. They're always fighting with the French."

Damien was nodding, still recovering from his laughter, when he suddenly perked up. "Wait. Your mate? Since when did you have a mate?"

"Since about two nights ago." I said, looking in the general direction of Butters' house, "A rather recent development, although the mortals would still call us boyfriends."

"Mortals are stupid." Damien snorted, "Anyway, who is he?"

I chuckled. "You'll see." I said, my expression something between a smile and a smirk, "If you join the fight. He'll be there."

Damien's eyes narrowed, not pleased with my lack of straight answers. "I'll know him when I see him?"

My eyes met his narrowed gaze. "You will."

Damien sighed, although he didn't sound too disappointed. "Fine. I'll be there. I'll even convince my mate to join the fun as well. You've gained my curiosity."

I smirked. "That's my job, isn't it? In order to unite people, you've gotta draw them in."

"Is that why you don't talk to mortals?" Damien asked me.

"Nah." I replied, "I just can't stand small talk."

Damien snorted in agreement, his fiery yellow eyes fading to a dull brown. My eyes returned to their usual obsidian shade, the scar on my left eye burning as blood ran down my face. Damien noticed this.

"That scar still giving you trouble?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied, "I doubt its effects will ever completely fade."

"Have you found him yet?" the demon asked knowingly. I smiled bitterly.

"Yeah. He's here."

"You really should let me handle him." Damien told me, looking serious, "You know it's a serious crime to-"

"I know the severity of what he's done." I interrupted, returning his serious gaze, "Which is why I should be the one to handle him. How can a leader protect his followers when he can't even protect himself?"

Damien still looked unsure, but he nodded in understanding, turning to leave the theater, with me following behind. Out there, we were met by a group of animals wearing various winter accessories.

"Prince Damien!" a chickadee chirped happily, "We're heading to a blood orgy in the Lost Forest! Wanna come?"

I recoiled slightly at the thought of a "blood orgy". Luckily, the animals had yet to notice me, so I remained in the shadows.

"Not tonight, Chickadee-y." Damien answered, "I've got a battle to prepare for." Chickadee-y?

"Oooh! A battle? Sounds like fun!" a little bear purred, clearly liking the idea of a battle.

"Oh, it will be, Beary." Damien grinned, purring in excitement as well. Beary?

"Who will you be facing?" a gray rabbit asked.

"A mortal who has dared to claim my father's title." Damien growled, eyes flashing yellow in rage. The animals started.

"WHAT?!" a skunk screamed in a mix of anger and fear.

"How dare a mere mortal claim the title of the great Lord Satan?!" a fox barked, furious.

"We'll tear 'em to shreds!" a beaver declared, snapping its jaws shut as its sharpened teeth glistened.

"Hey." a more gentle voice belonging to a female porcupine piped up, "Who's that?"

At her question, all of the animals turned to look at me. I tensed, readying for a fight as my eyes glowed red. These animals were radical Devil-worshipers. They could be very dangerous, especially to angels in mortal forms. Damien stepped forward, yellow eyes on the animals.

"That…" he said, "…is the rarest type of angel in existence: the Dragonborn."

The entire group of animals looked at me with wide, terrified eyes as they scurried backward.

"The Dragonborn?!" a squirrel chittered nervously.

"I-Impossible…" a baby deer whimpered, "The Dragonborn is one of the most powerful angels ever…"

"What's the Dragonborn doing here with the great Antichrist?" the chickadee (Chickadee-y) chirped, just barely brave enough to face me, "What's a pure being like you doing here?" The word "pure" was spoken with immeasurable disgust.

"Oh no!" the bear gasped, "Porcupiney just fainted!" Porcupiney?

"You bastard!" the fox roared.

The group of animals turned toward me, this time in anger, and charged, sharpened teeth and claws bared. Knowing that I wasn't going to get any help from Damien, I activated my spirit manifest.

Spirit manifestation is a technique through which a spiritual being can materialize their souls in the physical world. The degrees of materialization can range from merely gaining an intimidating aura that is more felt than seen to actually turning into a physical incarnation of one's spirit. To face the little woodland critters, who were attacking out of fear, I activated the first stage.

The animals, as they got close, suddenly froze in their tracks as an unearthly chill consumed them. Although nothing could be seen, they sensed a dark presence looming over them, ready to send them to an early grave, its blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

Damien, who was watching this spectacle in amusement, grinned, standing next to me as I released the animals.

"Calm down, guys." he said, "The Dragonborn is the one who told me about the mortal who is attempting to steal my father's title."

The animals, now once again at a safe distance, looked at me again, a sense of grudging respect in their gazes.

"Furthermore," Damien continued, "This angel is the one who crashed the ship that released the Nazi Zombie goo, which I know you've been having fun with."

The animals stared at me again, this time in awe, as I hid my eyes behind my hair, still not proud of what I'd done. At least the Devil-worshiping creatures had stopped attacking me.

"…alright." the fox relented as the rest of the group settled down, "I guess, as angels go, he isn't all that good." The others muttered various agreements. I sweatdropped.

"But of course." Damien said, grinning again, "Do you honestly believe I'd tolerate the presence of such a pure being if he didn't have some bad in him, Foxy?" I give up.

"Come one, guys." the beaver (Beavery, I'm guessing) called to the others, "Let's get to the Lost Forest and start the blood orgy! There's no way Porcupiney would ever sleep through a blood orgy!"

"Yeah!" the other animals yelled cheerfully as they carried the still-unconscious porcupine into the forest. Once they were out of sight, Damien turned back to me, chuckling.

"Adorable, aren't they?"

"That's one word for them." I muttered, looking in the direction they had gone, "They're certainly very loyal to your father."

"They'll be loyal to you too." Damien said as I got twelve new friend requests on Facebook, "Your power has impressed them."

"Probably because it's dark and demonic." I growled, remembering how often I've been mistaken for a demon.

Damien laughed again. "More like because you froze them in their tracks without even moving. Devil-worshipers may be evil, but they do respect power."

I huffed in grudging acceptance, turning to walk back toward my house. "Speaking of power, I need to save the amount I have left for the battle tomorrow. I suggest you do the same."

Damien just continued laughing. Demons always became happier at the thought of violence. "Please! I've got energy to BURN! You'd just better hope I don't scorch the entire battlefield!"

I nodded, starting to walk away, before stopping and calling, "Just leave some fun for the rest of us! I won't be the only other spirit there!"

"If you insist! You're the host, after all!" he called back, and I could hear the grin in his voice. I allowed a small smirk in return as I headed back to my house, ready to get some rest in preparation for tomorrow (although it was technically morning already).

Despite being opposing entities, angel and demon, I actually get along rather well with the Antichrist. Part of it has to do with the fact that Dragonborns are frequently mistaken for demons. Also, despite the amount of hatred, fear, and blame they get from the mortals, demons are not entirely bad. As Damien's father once said so eloquently, "Without evil, there can be no good, so it must be good to be evil sometimes."

I passed by Tweek's house, exchanging a glance and a nod with the caffeine addict, who was sitting next to the sleeping Butters with his ever-present coffee mug on his bedside table, before finally returning home.

I looked up at the darkened sky as I reached my house, withdrawing my wings as I climbed back into my still-open window, bathing the sleeping town in a gentle silver light as I released the moon from the clouds that had bound it.