Damien had his eyes closed, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth set in a determined line. A dark red aura surrounded his physical form as he meditated, his awareness was thrust deep into the bowels of his memory and the "database" of South Park history. He was witnessing the years he had missed when his father had first recalled him home. He was searching, and almost exclusively looking for everything regarding Butters Stotch.

An infernal beeping was insistent upon the edge of his awareness, growing more insistent. His red eyes flew open and he unfolded his legs as he floated the few remaining inches to the ground. On his desk, his cell was the thing making the noise. He approached it with irritation, it was 7 AM. He resisted the urge to crush the piece of technology within his fist and instead silenced it and gathered his bag for the school day.

He walked to the school as he ruminated on all that he had managed to learn. He was thankful that at least he had retained his meditative ability, it would prove useful in the coming days as he would have to make a thorough case as to whether or not humanity was ready. Of course, he was already of the opinion that they were not ready, but he would have to compile actual evidence stating thusly.

Leopold "Butters" Stotch was an interesting boy. Whether his parents actually loved their child was debatable as they engaged most frequently in rather abusive behaviors. Though in more recent years, his mother had receded, living in the haze of medication and drink. His father demanded obedience and would use force when he deemed Butters deserved it. It wasn't terribly frequent any longer, but still enough that Butters had scars upon his back and the upper backs of his thighs.

When Butters was a child, around the same age Damien had been when he first visited Earth, Butters had constructed an "alter ego", Professor Chaos. Through the years, Butters had honed his hacking and technical skills. He began with small acts of Chaos, simple things at first. But as Damien witnessed on his first day back, Professor Chaos had began using his skills for much more sinister purposes.
Despite all this knowledge he now possessed about Butters, he knew he couldn't exactly tell him he knew all of this. He would have to become his friend. Get Butters to actually, trust him, unlike the way he acted most of the time, Damien recognized that Butters only tolerated his "friends". In fact, the boy had detailed plans of how to get back at various members of the group, not that it seemed he had ever enacted any of them.

A cold smile found its way to Damien's lips as he entered the school, he could earn the true trust of Butters and together, they could sow some Chaos. It would likely take time, and it was not his original mission for being on Earth. He continued to dwell on those facts as he entered his first class for the day. He sat through his classes, ruminating on how to best approach Butters, how to gain his trust, and how to defend his plans that vastly deviated from his mission.

By the end of the school day, he had only made progress regarding how to defend his plans. It would be to prove whether humanity was ready or not, if they could sustain or even end, the Chaos. Because Armageddon would be nothing but Chaos, on a global scale. It was not the perfect defense, but it would do for the first time if he were to be questioned. He could iron out further details as he needed to. For now, it would do.

He had opted to walk home, and upon arrival he jogged up the stairs to his bedroom. He had more to learn of Butters before approaching him, so he was going to meditate again. To allow for a deeper state, Damien set about taping down a pentagram upon the carpet. Once it was finished, he stepped in the center and closed his eyes, focusing inward. Soon, he was floating four feet above the ground, his legs folded and his hands resting in his lap, a dark red aura enveloping him again as he cast his mind towards the "database" again, searching for anyone that had actually breached the trust of Butters.

It took searching but he finally found a kid that had appeared to have truly befriended the blond, a boy by the name of Dougie O'Connell. He was also ostracized, for being a "ginger" and therein became friends with Butters and even acted as his sidekick, General Disarray. However, that was when they were children. Looking more recently, it appears as though Butters has been working alone.
Interesting.
He continues to learn about Dougie's time as Butters' sidekick, eventually happening upon the cause of the rift between them.

It started as Butters' desire for originality in his villany, and only grew as Butters proposed more "dangerous" targets and schemes. Eventually though, Dougie was the one who stopped hanging out with Butters, without a formal word to Butters. If Butters was saddened by the loss of his one true friend, he didn't show any signs. Perhaps that was telling of the fact that he was always waiting for people to leave him for one reason or another.

Damien returned to his normal state after that, the red aura dissipating and he floated back down to stand. He checked the phone on his desk, the time reading 5:47 AM. He glared at it, he had school in a few hours, while he didn't need sleep, he would need to do the assigned homework or risk getting kicked out of the classes or worse, being forced to talk to a "guidance counsellor".
He finished the work but would be late if he walked, so he opted to teleport, appearing behind the school, in the dark shadows next to the dumpsters. As he walked out, he saw the goth kids, they regarding him with suspicion.

"What are you doing back here poser?" one of them asked, he had a cane and a large nose.

"Whatever I like," Damien replied, not breaking stride as he continued to the nearest entry.

He heard another whisper that they thought they recognized him, and that he was obviously trying to hard to be goth.

He put them out of his mind as he walked to his first class of the day. He mulled over when the best time to approach Butters would be. He wasn't keen on attention to himself. However..., if something akin to the first day happened at lunch again, he could use that as an entry point. And so, Damien sat back and began the long wait for lunch period. He continued to excel in his classes, acing the tests he was given and getting 100's on the homeworks.

At last though, it was lunch time.

He entered the cafeteria fifteen minutes late and acquired a double helping of food, wandering to his far corner table when the commotion began.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT BUTTERS!" Someone yelled behind him.

He half-turned, taking in the scene. A large brunette with a red jacket was towering over Butters at their shared table, Damien couldn't see anything from the angle he had but assumed somehow Butters was being blamed for something having spilled again.

He heard others at the table attempting to calm the large boy, but it wasn't working.
"I'M GOING TO KNOCK HIS FUCKING FAGGOT TEETH IN!" the boy bellowed, a meaty fist reeled back as he grabbed the light blue jacket of the blond.

Butters sputtered apologies, offering his lunch to the brunette in attempt to reconcile.
A woman, attempted to intervene but the larger boy told her to fuck off and she angrily got up and left altogether, as did two others that had been sitting there.
Butters appeared resigned to his fate, head hung low, but Damien could just barely see the glint in his eye.

It was then, Damien appeared behind the red jacketed boy and spoke, "I have two servings of today's lunch, I will let you have it, in return for Butters' lunch and his teeth as they are."

The boy released Butters with a none-to-gentle shove and whirled on Damien.
Brown eyes bored into Damien's red, "Who the fuck are you?!"

"That doesn't matter, do you accept my offer?" Damien replied, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he saw the brunette falter slightly.

"Fine!" he snatched the tray from Damien and stormed away, not before muttering "Fags."

With him gone, Damien extended a pale hand to the blond, "My name is Damien, you may remember me from class or from all those years ago when we were students together."

Butters regarded him in silence, with the others dispersed, his usual cheery demeanor was gone, instead he was cold and calculating, barely restrained anger bubbling beneath the surface.

"Everyone calls me Butters," he muttered.

"Would you care to join me at my table?"

"Why?"

"It's empty of all save ourselves."

He considers for a long moment, gray eyes examining Damien.
"Lead the way."

And so Damien does, to his table in the back, away from most people.
They sit across from each other, in silence as Butters enjoys his lunch and studies Damien. His anger is still there, but it's buried back beneath the cold.

With approximately five minutes of lunch left, Butters finally breaks the silence.
"Why did you come over and stop Cartman?"

"Why do you pretend to be meek?" Damien countered.

Butters laughs, but it is not of mirth, it's a haunting sound, one that Damien wouldn't mind hearing again.
Damien offers a small cold smile and Butters returns to the last of his lunch. An interesting start to an unusual friendship.