The opinion at the lunch table was unanimous: Stan looked terrible. His friends could tell he was exhausted just from the slow way he walked toward them. Unless Stan had been studying all night, there was no way he was ready for the big test next period.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Kyle asked.

A groggy Stan plopped himself down at the table. "I was investigating." he replied with a slight yawn.

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "All night? Stan, I cared about Chef too, but you need to move on."

Stan shook his head. "I can't. I said I'd figure this out and that's what I'm going to do. Besides,
what about the Goth kid? Is it really a coincidence that two people from this school died?"

"Yes" Cartman answered on behalf of the group. "Think about it Stan. Goths cut themselves if their friggin' coffee's too cold. Of course they're gonna die."

"He burned to death though." Stan argued. "That's not normal. And he died just a couple weeks after Chef. Something's going on here."

Kenny joined in the conversation next. "Well, now you're gonna blow the history test." He maturely added a quick "Heh-heh, blow." to his statement.

Stan slapped his hand to his forehead. "Oh shit, the test! I forgot about that!"

"It's cool. You can just copy off me." Kyle offered.

"Right, because of course you'll ace it." Cartman teased.

Kyle glared at his fat friend. "It's not my fault I'm good at history! Maybe if you were smarter you wouldn't have to cheat off me all the time too!"

"It's not my fault I have a life, unlike you, and can't find time to study!"

Cartman and Kyle continued the argument. A few feet away in a corner, Damien listened closely to the loudly bickering table. He was always interested in the problems and/or pain of others.

"So what if I'm good at history!" Kyle said. "That's not a bad thing! I can't help it that I'm smart and you're incredibly stupid!"

"Kiss my ass, Jew!"

Damien smiled. He had found his next victim.

A bell rang. The long school day was finally over. Normal students fled home in drones, but Damien wasn't a normal student. Instead, the demon spawn waited at the side of the building for his target to come outside. The victim was easy to spot thanks to the green hat he wore. Within seconds of Kyle's exit, Damien was following him down the street.

After years of walking home, Kyle had learned a shortcut to his house. He walked down the bike path with Damien silently following behind him. Quickly growing tired of the chase, and now away from any witnesses, Damien got Kyle's attention.

"Hey you!"

Kyle jumped in surprise and turned around to see who was addressing him. The kid looked familiar, but Kyle couldn't quite place it.

"Yes?" he replied.

Damien smiled. "I understand you had a history test today."

Kyle blinked, unsure why this guy was even talking to him. "Um, yeah so?"

"How did you do?"

"...Why?" Kyle asked hesitantly. "Look, if you want me to do your homework or something-"

"Do you get good grades?" he interrupted.

"Usually" Kyle admitted honestly.

"Are you proud of this?"

"Dude, I have to get home. What do you want exactly?" Kyle asked, growing tired of the questions.

"Are your proud of your intelligence?" Damien repeated.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad I'm not a dumbass if that's what you mean. Yeah, I'm proud I guess. Can I go now?"

"The only place you're going is to hell."

Kyle backed away in growing fear. He could tell Damien was quite serious.

"Wh-what?"

"Pride is a sin."

Kyle had heard enough of this freak. He tried to run away, but it was no use. Damien conjured up a literal firewall to stop the redhead in his tracks. As Damien grabbed the boy from behind, Eric Cartman rode up the path on his bike. Confused and intrigued by the sight in front of him, Cartman quietly rode behind some bushes to watch the events unfold.

Within seconds Damien had used his dark powers to create a wheel out of thin air. He threw a struggling Kyle against it, and held him in place with some just as quickly created rope. A wide-eyed Cartman watched on in shock as Damien poofed up a bat next. The son of Satan began swinging violently, breaking the bones of a now screaming Kyle one by one.

After a few minutes, the violent deed was finally done. Damien brought down his wall of fire and simply continued to wander down the bike path. He left the physical body for some hungry vultures to find.

A shocked Cartman got off his bike. He cautiously approached his fallen friend.

"...K...Kahl?"

Eric poked a still-bound Kyle in his chest, thinking this might revive him. There was no movement.

"Kyle!" Cartman called louder, practically yelling in the boy's ear. "Get up you son of a bitch!"

This time, Cartman punched the motionless boy in the face. There was still no reaction. It was official. Kyle was dead.

"...Oh my god..."