"This is gonna be tough you know." Kenny warned his fellow blonde. "The guy lost his best friend. He's gonna be miserable, he's gonna be depressing, and he's not gonna want to do anything. But we have to keep trying no matter how hard it is to cheer him up. Okay?"
Butters nodded understandingly. "All right then."
The boys eventually reached the house. Before they could even knock at the front door, Stan flung it open.
"You guys!" the dark-haired boy exclaimed. "I know what I have to do now! I know who killed everybody!" Stan announced with a smile.
Butters blinked over at Kenny. "Wow, he -is- miserable."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kenny asked Stan.
"It was Damien."
"Damien?" the blondes said together.
"Yeah!" Stan said. "Satan told me he was doing it. I killed myself and I went to Hell, and Satan said Damien's trying to become the new Death because the old one's retiring. He's been killing people for the seven deadly sins. He needs to be stopped though, because he keeps sending everyone to Hell. Oh! And the guys were all there too! It was rad!"
Butters stared in disbelief at his friend. After a long minute of silence had passed, he reached inside of his backpack.
"Stan? I-I think you need to just have some cookies, a-and lay down. You're going crazy. Here, I baked them myself."
"Butters I'm not going crazy." Stan insisted. He grabbed some cookies anyway. "I'm telling you, I went to Hell and I saw my dead friends and Satan."
"It's about time." Kenny said, not nearly as skeptical as Butters was about his friend's story.
"Huh?" Stan questioned.
"It's about time Death retired." Kenny elaborated. "That poor fucker worked fourteen hour days on me alone."
Stanley rolled his eyes. "You guys this is important. I need to find Damien and stop him from killing people! Now!"
"W-well where in the sam heck are you supposed to find him?" Butters wondered.
"I don't know." Stan admitted.
Screams were suddenly heard coming from down the street, drawing the boys' attention. As they turned their heads they noticed the people the screams were eminating from running toward and then passed them. A single storm cloud in an otherwise clear sky flew behind the running people, shooting out bolts of lightning.
Butters gasped in sudden realization. "You know what fellas? I think maybe he's down that way."
The three boys decided to investigate.
As the boys walked further down the path of destruction, they saw some pretty odd things. Bats flew by in the air, making Butters jump. Small piles of burning rubble were present on the ground. It was now quite certain that Damien would be found at the end of this strange, messy trail. The worst sight of all however came when the boys turned the corner.
There, in the middle of the road, was a litter of dead kittens.
It was likely that Damien was behind their deaths. One cat getting run down in the street was somewhat common, but a whole family? Besides, it made sense according to his diabolical quest. Cats were some of the laziest creatures alive. They just sat around licking themselves until a human provided them with food or better grooming. They held no jobs and unless you had rats in your house, they contributed nothing to society. This was, technically, an act of sloth.
This made Stan especially sad. He didn't know any of the cats personally, but he was still a huge animal lover. It was almost as if Damien was mocking him by taking away everything he loved. From his best friend to a cute bunch of stray felines, nothing that made Stan happy appeared to be sacred to that son of a bitch. There was seemingly nothing and no one Damien could leave alone. If it meant something to Stan Marsh, that bastard was going to take it away. As they approached the end of the trail, Stan's sadness slowly turned to anger.
"WOOHOO!" Kenny exclaimed. The boys had found Damien all right. It seemed the earthly delight he wanted to partake in was that of the establishment known as Raisins.
Upon spotting the demon spawn inside, Stan's face turned as red as Damien's father. He started to powerwalk straight for the table Damien was occupying.
"Hey Stan?" Kenny called after him.
Stan didn't respond. At the moment he could care less about whatever Kenny had to say. He could even care less about the Raisins girls. All Stan wanted to do right now was fight.
"Stan!" Kenny called again in a louder voice, thinking perhaps his friend hadn't heard him before.
Damien put down the alcoholic brew he was sipping when he noticed Stan approaching his table.
"They let you come back?"
Without uttering a single word, Stan balled up a fist and drove it straight into the side of Damien's face. He put all his weight behind that single punch, and may have even broken his hand doing so, but he didn't care. Retribution was going to be his. He deserved it. His dead friends did too.
Caught off guard, the son of Satan fell to the floor and rubbed the assaulted area with his hand.
"Not smart"
"FUCK YOU!" Stan shouted. "YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"
One shot wasn't enough, and Stan was already tired of talking. He needed more. His one fist already worn out, and Damien still on the floor of the establishment, Stan began kicking frantically at the other boy. Unfortunately, Stan failed to notice Damien's glowing red eyes. His own anger was starting to rise, and that wasn't a good thing.
"Oh shit..." Kenny muttered from across the room. Kenny did notice the bright red glow, and tapped Butters on the shoulder.
"Get down" he warned.
"Huh?" Butters replied. His entire focus was currently on one of the dancing Raisins girls. Butters couldn't figured out for the life of him how that poor girl's chest became larger than her head.
Kenny grabbed Butters and pulled him underneath the nearest table. Within seconds Damien had levitated a few of the bar's glass pitchers of beer. He hurled them all in Stan's direction.
Stan stomped at the other boy for as long as he could. He stumbled a bit when the first mug hit him, but kept angrily kicking away. The second one phased him a bit, but he kept kicking his weakening legs. By the third hit though, Stan could no longer take it. He fell to the ground with a thud, allowing Damien to finally get back on his feet. The demonic one continued kicking Stan's ass for another minute or so, just for good measure. When the last large container had been broken over Stan's skull, Damien headed for the nearest exit.
"I'd slit your wrists, but you beat me to it." Damien remarked from the front door as he took one last look at the fallen mortal. "You shouldn't have come back. Fuck with me again, and you'll never return from Hell." he warned.
With that, the dark one stormed out of the building.
"I tried to warn you dude." Kenny said as he slid out from under the safety of the table. "That kid has powers."
Stan just groaned in response as Kenny and Butters helped him back up. It was a good thing they were there to help too, because Stan didn't feel very much like getting up from yet another loss. He had tried to avenge the death of his friends, and he had failed. Quite miserably in fact. His friends were dead, his vengeance was a bust, and nothing Kenny or Butters had in their backpacks was going to make him feel any better about that.
Worse yet, someone had to pay for all that broken glass.
To Be Continued