Public high school was the perfect location. Drugs, sex, and many other sins were a huge part of the average high school experience. If that was the case at South Park High, Damien would likely have no trouble finding people to justifiably kill. As Damien walked the hallways with the rest of the students, he impatiently tried to find the next sinner as quickly as possible. The sooner he accomplished his goal, the sooner he could return to Hell and make his case for the Death job.
Blending in wasn't a problem since the school was fairly big. Every time Damien walked into a classroom, the teachers either didn't notice him or assumed he was a new or often absent student. Unfortunately, blending in was more than just sitting at a desk. Damien also needed a group to surround himself with as he searched the building for his next victim. These "friends" would help create the illusion of a long existence at the school to the casual observer.
Because of the way he dressed and acted, Damien's only real option for social interaction was hanging out with the Goth kids. The son of Satan knew within the first day that that group was going to get on his nerves, but things only got worse one evening when he was invited over to watch movies in the basement of the baby Goth's house. Being a "friend" to these people, he naturally had to attend the gathering.
The room was lit up by a single candle and the glow of a television set. The black-clothed kids stared blankly at the TV in front of them from their respective positions on the couch or floor. Damien appeared quite bored as the Goths began conversing about the action on the television screen.
"This movie is funny," said the tall Goth in an emotionless voice.
The red-haired Goth nodded in agreement before flipping his trademark hair back. "Yeah. If my soul wasn't filled with darkness, I'd probably laugh."
Henrietta took a puff of a cigarette before speaking in an equally low, monotonous voice.
"Adam Sandler is a comedy genius. He reminds me of my life. My life is pain, just like his. Only I'm not a conformist water boy."
Damien rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous. How dare some people associate Satanism with whiny little pussies like these? He had to say something to these people, or at least suggest they put on Little Nicky.
"Oh bullshit!" he snapped at the group. "Your lives aren't that bad. It's not like you've had to grow up where I have."
The Goths all turned their heads to look at Damien, confused by his very vocal response. The dark prince continued speaking.
"I watch people get tortured on a daily basis. I've witnessed acts of rape, plague, starvation, and my father being made into a little slut by a foreign dictator. The things I've seen in Hell would turn most humans into a traumatized shell in an instant! What makes your lives so terrible!"
The others took a moment to consider his words. Baby Goth replied on behalf of his group.
"…This one time, I asked for a toy truck for Christmas. But I didn't get it. See? Life is pain, dude."
Fire filled Damien's eyes-literally. He stood up from the couch and stormed outside. He couldn't take these kids anymore. As he lit up a cigarette of his own, he wondered to himself how he was going to get out of there. He pondered the idea of just walking away from it all, until he heard a voice behind him.
"That was really cool what you said."
It was the voice of the tall Goth. Damien turned around and responded to the remark.
"Excuse me?"
"Well sometimes I think those guys do whine too much. They can be such conformists. You got a smoke?"
Damien tossed the other boy his near-empty pack, finding a new respect for this particular Goth kid.
"So you don't actually enjoy the lifestyle?" Damien questioned.
Tall Goth lit up. "Well being Goth is cool and everything. But sometimes I wish we could be more like you. I mean, actually being Satanic…Wow…that's hardcore."
Damien smirked. It was all too clear now, at least in his mind. The tall Goth, the leader of the clique, was envious of him. He was envious because Damien was the real deal when it came to darkness. Everyone in the basement probably knew it, but only the tall Goth had the guts to basically admit that he was surrounded by a bunch of little posers when compared to the son of Satan.
"So, you're envious of me?" Damien asked for confirmation.
"Yeah, I guess so…"
The Goth tried in vain to light another cigarette. Seeing the lighter failing, Damien approached the boy. He raised his hand up and forced small flames to shoot out of his fingertips. The Goth held out his cancer stick, assuming Damien was going to use his cool devil powers to light the object for him.
"Envy is a sin you know." Damien grinned.
"So?" the Goth questioned.
With a flick of his wrist, the flames shot out of Damien's fingers and onto the Goth's chest. The fire instantly became hotter and larger as the Goth screamed in true pain for once, the flames of Hell consuming him at a rapid pace. Damien smiled as he finished watching the boy burn to death, and then simply walked away from the scene as he'd originally planned.
"Two down, five to go."