Disclaimer - Don't own south park or any of the characters, just bored and wanted to write something fun.

Authors note – What's this? Two chapters one day? Yes that just happened, you're welcome.

Chapter 12

At Wendy's house...

Wendy was pacing. She was trying to understand what was going on with her. She was not human, she didn't feel human emotions, then why was she so angry? She heard a knock at her door. Her father stuck his head in the door. "Mistress are you alright?" Wendy sighed, her parents as she called them were really hunters who had been assigned to raise and protect her, not that she needed the second one. In fact her home as one of the places she'd placed under her divine protection, she protected them. Sometimes she wished they were her real parents, but they only ever treated her like their child when others were around. As soon as it was just them, she was the goddess and they her servants.

"I'm fine, and you know I don't like you calling me mistress...call me Wendy if you would." She said knowing they wouldn't anyway.

"Mistress we can hear you pacing downstairs, is this something to do with that worthle-" She shot a glare at her guardian. He stopped bowed his head and left. Her protectors had never taken to Stan, but then most hunters outside of Stan's family looked down on him because of his handicap. She remembered when Gregory had come to town. He was from a noble family of hunters in England. Winning the favor of a god or goddess was a high mark of prestige, and he wasn't the first or last to come to try and woo Wendy. He and Stan had not gotten alone, Gregory was a fine swordsman, almost as good as Stan, but he also was a prodigy in magic. By hunter standards Stan was trash and Gregory had the potential to be a sorcerer some day. They'd clashed a few times with Gregory beating Stan handily. No one understood why Wendy favored Stan. Gods were supposed to be completely rational beings with no emotions, just large masses of magic. People feared and respected them, Gregory had, Stan hadn't.

"That's how we met after all..." She said quietly to herself. She remembered it like it was yesterday, another bonus of being a goddess, she had a flawless memory. Growing up she knew she was different she knew things she shouldn't know, could speak almost from the day she was born. She had coalesced in the woods of South Park. Randy and Sharon had found her and contacted a larger group of hunters for assistance. Randy was part of a splinter group that was looked down upon so they took her from him, deeming him unfit to be her guardian. Her parents as she came to know them were very kinda and she liked to believe part of them thought of her as their actual daughter. When she finally reached school age she demanded to attend, she had no need to, she could learn everything there was to know just by looking. But she had seen a show on TV, children smiling with their friends. She wanted that, gods weren't supposed to have desires or whims but she did. She wanted friends. Unfortunately things didn't go well.

"Get away!" The children had yelled at her, they were afraid of her. Her eyes had always made people uneasy, but young children were especially susceptible to magic. They didn't know what it was but they knew she wasn't like them. She had sat on the steps of the school watching the other children play. She knew she would never be like them and she felt nothing. She decided she would never attend another day of school. She saw a blond boy sitting on the edge of the playground. She didn't like looking at him, something seemed wrong with him. He was like her...but different. She didn't want to get close to him and he made no attempt to come near her.

"But then you saw me..." She whispered sadly. She remembered watching a small boy in her class with a red poof ball hat. She looked at him and into him, Stanley Marsh, his parents were...different. She was surprised to find someone like that, he was different too. He wasn't a god, he was human, and his magic wasn't all that impressive. But something about him seemed, comforting. He was staring back at her and she felt her face heat up. She had never felt that before and looked away from the boy. But he approached her.

"You have pretty eyes." He said, she looked up to see he was starting to turn a little green. That was the first time he threw up on her. All the other children had laughed at them, but she didn't care. All she could hear was "You have pretty eyes" No one had complimented her before. The only people she ever interacted with were hunters, they all treated her like she was some treasure, a god to be worshiped and put on a pedestal, not one of them. The boy tried several times to talk to her again in the coming days but each time he would through up. She knew why, he was sensitive to magic, where the other children felt uncomfortable, it literally made him sick to come near her. She began practicing suppressing her own aura. She was determined to be more human. She wanted to talk to that boy and she needed him to be able to approach her. Her parents took her then to a strange house, at first she was bored. They said she would meet a teacher. She never had much use for them since she could learn anything by looking at it, but when the door opened she saw someone she couldn't look into. There was a pretty young woman holding the hand of a young boy with a poof ball hat.

"Hello Wendy." The woman said addressing her like she were a normal person. It felt strange, her parents seemed to respect this lady because they didn't even try to correct her. Wendy spent the next few weeks at this house everyday after school. She was learning magic, but she also was learning about normal families. Sharon was kind and never treated her like anything other than a child. At first it annoyed her and she fought back but then she came to like being...normal. Stan tried to approach her but still couldn't get very close without throwing up. "Oh Stanley, you're so sensitive!" His mother laughed as she went to retrieve something.

"I'm sorry for throwing up on you." Wendy looked up, Stan was standing on the other side of the room. She saw that in his mind he'd decided to try talking to her from a distance if he couldn't get close. She also saw that he thought she was pretty, and saw his determination to protect Kyle another boy in her class. Kyle was Stan's favorite person, they'd been friends since they were in diapers, no one picked on Kyle because Stan would fight them.

"Even then he had a special place in your heart..." Then she saw who he was really inside, he was a sure of himself then as he was now. Rare for a child. He was a good person, kind and a bit simple. He didn't know what she was, to him she was just a girl who looked lonely. Wendy pulled herself out of her thought then, she didn't want to reminisce anymore. It was just making her feel worse. "What is wrong with me?" Outside it was pouring as she was filled with fake sorrow, one of the emotions she imitated automatically, she didn't say it out loud but it didn't feel fake.

At Butters' and Kenny's house...

The two blonds had lived together since sixth grade. Ever since their families were killed. All they had was each other. They'd gotten close even before that but once they were under one roof Kenny could only contain himself for so long. Butters had been straight before Kenny had tempted him he was sure. But Kenny being the kind of god he was had corrupted the poor little boy. He hadn't done it intentionally but he knew it had to be him. Butters had started to act more feminine after he spent more time around Kenny and then they'd started dating. Innocent little Butters wasn't so innocent, they hadn't done too much in their middle school years. They made out sloppily and they were terrible at it. Kenny unlike Wendy had to learn everything the hard way, he didn't have her eyes. Part of him was glad for it, he didn't want to know everyone's deepest inner thoughts. He was afraid of what he'd see. "Ken, dinner is almost ready!" Butters called.

"Alright I'll be down in a minute!" Kenny smiled, he loved that Butters had taken up the position of the housewife. He always took care of Kenny, cooking and cleaning without complaint or asking for help. The only thing he ever had asked for was that Kenny lay with him every night. Butters had terrible nightmares for the first year or so they had lived alone. He kept replaying his families deaths in his head. Kenny had held him every night that entire year and no Butters couldn't sleep without him. "The close proximity can't be good for him though." Kenny thought. He was a god of madness after all. He remembered back to what had happened in sixth grade.

"Hey Kenny! Wanna come over after school? You can stay the night too...since you live alone..." Butters asked as he approached Kenny's locker. Kenny gave him a hollow look. His family had been completely wiped out a year earlier. But it was finally starting to get to Kenny. Butters shivered as Kenny stared into his eyes. Butters bit his own lip until it Started bleeding and he was crying. Kenny blinked and turned away realizing what he'd just done, Butters was gasping for breath. "Wow...umm I don't feel so good all of a sudden...I think I'll go home early..." He started to walk away unsteady when Kenny had an insane idea. He spun Butters around and Kissed him. Butters froze in surprise that his best friend had suddenly kissed him. Kenny looked at him directly in the eyes again and did the one thing he would regret for the rest of his life. He marked Butters, he pushed some of his own rotten essence into Butters body awakening the younger blonds magic.

"There you go! All better!" Butters backed away though. He had a look of utter horror on his face. "Butters whats wrong are you OK?" He hadn't expected Butters to look like he was in pain.

"Ken...what did you just make me remember...?" Butters asked tears in his eyes. Kenny was surprised apparently since a god had awakened Butters he was instantly had all his memories restored. This was not a good thing though there was a reason it was supposed to come back gradually. Butters started screaming and ran out of the school terrified. Kenny watched him go for a moment before finally chasing after him. He didn't know it at the time, but a piece of his own madness had wormed its way into Butters, the little blonds mind was tearing itself apart.

"Butters wait!" Kenny yelled trying to catch the smaller blond. For some reason though Butters was steadily pulling away. Kenny was horrified when Butters looked back a crazed smile on his face as he ran. Kenny chased him all the way to Butters house where they ran inside. Kenny tackled him but he fought furiously.

"Butters!? What are you doing home! You're gonna be in big trouble Mr!" His dad said walking in from the kitchen followed by Butters mother. Butters stopped moving then and smiled the most horrifying smile Kenny had ever seen.

"No you're going to be in trouble..." Kenny felt the world shift as Butters pulled them into the nightlands.

"No Butters don't!" Kenny yelled. The house was twisted and warped and Steven and Linda looked suddenly very pale.

"Whats going on..." Steven said as he fell to the ground followed by his wife. Butters wasn't fairing much better. His breathing was labored and he was turning pale. The nightlands was sapping their strength.

"We've gotta get out of here..."Kenny started to lift Butters when dozens of shells began to break into the house from all sides. Kenny's eyes went wide, he'd never seen so many. He was unarmed and not particularly good with magic, even as a god he doubted he could be so many barehanded. He heard gun shots then and shouts. One of the voices sounded like Stan? Of course It was Stan! Kenny had known for a while that Stan's family were hunters they'd been the ones to save him when his own family had been attacked. "Stan in here! We need help!" He turned to see the shells dive on on the Stotches. To his horror Butters had woken up enough to watch his parents being torn apart and devoured. Kenny covered his friend's eyes before he could see anymore, but he didn't look away. He'd seen this before, he'd hid under his bed and watched his family torn apart before they had come for him. Kenny started dragging Butters towards the door of the house only to have more shells come running down the steps. Where had they all come from? Were they waiting just on the other side for someone to open the way here?

"Move it turd!" Kenny heard from behind him as the front door flew off It's hinges and flattened two of the shells. Shelley stood in the doorway barehanded fists balled. She looked at Kenny and Butters. "Get him outside, take him to Stan his aura will protect the little guy." With that she charged off into the house yelling. Kenny thought she was insane to fight barehanded until he looked closely. She was using magic to enhance her strength and speed constantly. None of the shells could keep up or hope to block her attacks as she jumped around the room rapidly destroying furniture and walls along with the creatures.

"Kenny what happened!" The younger Stan asked running up to Kenny pushing his glasses up his nose as he looked at Butters. In Stan's presence the color returned to Butters face and he began breathing easier.

"I...I marked him Stan...I was lonely and I thought..." Kenny dropped to the ground cradling Butters head. "I made him go insane Stan...I just made my best friend kill his parents." Stan looked into his friends eyes and felt a shiver go down his spine at the thought of something like that happening to Kyle.

"Kenny you- oh no..." Stan said looking down at Butters. Looked too and was horrified to see Butters soul had been sapped far greater than either had thought. It was fading. Butters apparently had little magic and it was almost gone now. Butters eyes opened and were completely black, looking like empty sockets. He started to convulse as he began to become a shell.

"NOOOOOO!" Kenny screamed so loud it was deafening. Stan had to move away away from the enraged god. The shadows in the nightlands reacted to Kenny's rage and swirled around him and Butters. "No! This can't happen! I won't let it!" Stan watched as everything about Kenny's face suddenly looked wrong. The whites of his own eyes turned black and his hair took on a more feral look. Butters was fighting him then, almost completely turned. Kenny just stared at him stoically before kissing him as he had done earlier. Only this time he was giving Butters much more than a simple burst of magic.

"Ken?" Butters called sticking his head into their room pulling Kenny from his reminiscence. He looked over to Butters and blinked.

"Oh sorry Butter ball I was a bit distracted..." He was staring at the top of the apron Butters was wearing. That was one of his biggest turn ons. Only one thing could make it better. Butters giggled when he noticed what Kenny was doing and he pushed the door open more so Kenny could get a better look.

"Better hurry if you want some..." Butters said seductively turning around to give Kenny a good view of the rest of Butters. He sauntered away leaving Kenny drooling.

"Naked apron...Oh Butters..." He hopped up and ran after his boyfriend who began giggling as he was caught.

Outside South Park...

"Twice you've failed me now." The voice of a young man spoke. He was sitting on a throne in the middle of the woods where he'd chosen his domain.

"Yes master bu-" He was silenced with a glare from red eyes.

"How hard is it to kill a broken and a fledgling hunter?" He was staring directly into his minion's core making it shudder.

"Master the gods! They interfered!" the minion said believing he'd found an out, no one could expect him to best a god surely!

"Yes I suppose they did the second time...what would you like to have it said your excuse was for the first one?" The young man said bored. His minion looked confused for a moment before jumping up and attempting to run. "Why do they always run..." He lamented before he snapped his fingers. His minion hadn't gotten more than twenty paces when he was instantly torn to shreds. "Alright then, I suppose It's time I send some competent minions." He said as he stood up and stretched. He looked behind him to the minions kneeling behind his throne. "So who's it gonna be?" An evil smile stretching across his face.

Authors note – Well this chap was a lot of flashback and background knowledge but then some plot development! Hope you liked! Review please!