Damien had been laying in his bed as he read the Hollow Kingdom. It had been two days since he bought the book after group therapy. He had stayed good to his word on continuing to text Pippy. The two had so many things to talk about since they hadn't seen one another in so long. However, because it was Monday, they both had school during the mornings and she was currently at work. It was still hard for Damien to not be thinking of her, though. As he started to enter the second half of the book, his father walked into his room. The dark haired boy looked up from his book feeling slightly annoyed.

"Yes?"

"Damien, can we talk?" The big red beast asked his son. Damien took a deep breath, placed his bookmark where he had been, and looked to his father.

"Yeah Dad?"

"Well, I've noticed these past couple of days that you've been on your phone an awful lot… And I know you've said before you have no friends, so I was just wondering who you've been talking to so much." Satan explained.

"Why does it matter?"

"Well, if you made a new friend, I want to know. I care about you, pookie."

"Please don't call me that, Dad."

"Please tell me who it is?"

"There'd be no point." Damien said rolling his eyes as he tried to continue reading, in an instant he felt his pocket become lighter and the raven haired boy looked back up to his father now going through his text messages. The Antichrist's eyes burned a fiery red as fire lit up his room.

"What the Hell!? Give me my phone!" Damien demanded as he attempted to tackle his own father, when he lunged for the red creature, he was disappointed to fall flat on his face to the ground while Satan teleported to a different location in his room.

"Oh… So that's why you wouldn't tell me who it was. You got yourself a little mortal girlfriend!" The devil said in a sing songy voice with a huge smile, causing his son to blush in embarrassment and rage.

"Give me my phone, now! Don't you have some gigolo in assless chaps to mess around with instead of invading my privacy!? Damn!"

"Oh Damien, this is so adorable! I want you to invite her over for dinner. What's she look like? Is she into drugs? I don't want you involved with a girl who's into drugs, pookie."

"No, Pippy isn't into drugs, and she's not my girlfriend! At least not yet, anyway… Either way, it's none of your goddamn business!"

"Son, do we need to have the talk?" Damien's eyes widened at his father feeling even more embarrassed.

"No. No, we do not." Damien insisted as hard as he could. Satan sighed sadly and walked to his son handing him his phone back, worried he'd have a stroke from rage otherwise.

"Okay, Pookie. Here's your phone back. But just in case things get serious with this cute little human lady, use these. I want you to be safe, because I am just too young and sexy to be a grandfather." Damien's father then conjured up a large box of condoms and placed them in his son's hands, who was absolutely mortified not even being able to look him in his eyes. Satan then kissed the top of his son's head and went off to bake some chocolate chip cookies in celebration. Damien stood there continuing to be mortified a few more minutes before putting the box his father gave him away, and trying his hardest to just read and get lost in the world of Elves and Goblins in the Hollow Kingdom.

Pippy spent the next couple of days going crazy about what to wear. She and Damien had texted each other a lot more, about many things both important and not. She was surprised about how much she knew about Damien now.

He actually did love to read, developing the hobby since he didn't have many friends. His powers were also growing quite stronger as he aged, and abilities were essentially unlimited. He shockingly hadn't dated or been intimate with anybody because again, everyone was scared of him and nobody ever wanted to get to know the real him. He's a Pansexual. He has a really big love of creating firework shows. His favorite food is shrimp and lobster bisque. He was actually still currently living in Hell, but went to school and spent most of his time in Denver. He was also having issues with Satan because Damien was angry at how he showed no respect for himself when it came to his boyfriends, and sometimes took it out on Damien. He happened to be pretty good at cooking, too. He also wanted to go to college for a degree in Political Science and even pursue a career in Politics.

The more Pippy spoke to him… the easier it was for her to forget that he was the Antichrist. She remembered what had drawn her to him as a child in the first place, she had a kinship with Damien unlike anyone else she ever met. She liked him… a lot. She really, really liked him. Henrietta and Georgie continued to tease her about how close they were becoming, saying how they'd be "fifty shades" in no time, as the two liked to call it now. Even Tweek was supportive of her possibly budding romance when she filled him in on the basic stuff, excluding the fact that Damien was the Antichrist. She couldn't get the pale skinned dark haired boy out of her brain… and the dreams at night had become much more… intense.

"Bloody Hell, More…! Please more…! I can't… I can't…!" she had panted and moaned loudly in a voice filled with lust as she scratched at his back. He growled low in her ear like a hormone crazed animal, making her toes curl and wrap her legs around his body coated lightly in sweat as she tried to push her body closer to his, arching her back and nuzzling his neck.

"Say my name… beg for me… say it until you lose that sexy voice of yours…" He'd command powerfully in that velvety voice of his while pinning her wrists down and nibbling her earlobe.

"Damien! DAMIEN!" She'd scream as he'd suck hard on her collar bone, making her blood feel on fire with passion.

Pippy blushed and had to shake her head to force her out of the memory of the dream. It always made her feel so… bad. Pippy was still a very good and caring human being. She was very loving, and had a heart of gold and a pure soul… so dirty thoughts about somebody really, really bad, gave her a sense of guilt she hadn't had since she was a child. She tried to focus on happier, better things. This date was her first date, and she couldn't deny that in her eyes, this was a very big deal to her.

It's why she woke up an hour earlier than normal on Wednesday to try to figure out what she was going to wear. As she stood in a short sleeved yellow bathrobe she looked through ever outfit in her closet, twice. She wanted to look attractive and flirty, without showing too much skin so it would leave Damien to his imagination. She thought about wearing black, and even tried on a black bodycon thick strapped dress that she had worn her Marian's mother's funeral. Pippy observed herself in the mirror and frowned. The style didn't look too bad on her, but it didn't look her style. Normally such dresses were meant to emphasize curves, and Pippy did have a little bit of curve now that she had her chest surgery, but for the most part her body was too thin and straight for it to work well. The color however was just simply wrong. The black against her light skin and light hair and eyes just didn't fit. She shook her head in frustration as she got out of the dress. There had to be something in her closet she could wear… Pippy decided to try something red instead, knowing already that she looked good in red. She picked up an elbow length sleeved sweetheart neckline a-line dress that fell to her knees. She modeled in the mirror and smiled. This is the one.

She then went to put on gray thick thigh high stockings, and red wedge shoes with a bow strap around the ankle. She then went to her jewelry box and wore, as always, her pentagram necklace, brass Victorian cameo necklace, a brass Victorian cameo bracelet, and brass pearl earrings. She then decided to use a gray and red clutch purse with a brass closing piece. She then fixed her hair, lightly curling it before moving part of it in the back tying it with a gray bow. She then actually fixed up more make up than her usual mascara and concealer, she used natural but somewhat sparkly eye shadow, brown eye liner, extra strength mascara, and bright red lipstick. Pippy looked at herself in the mirror a minute, a light smile touching her lips. She had a hard time for a while feeling pretty. Being a transgender, it made it hard for her to feel like she could ever truly be seen the way she saw herself… as a girl. She had been told that she were too ugly to be a girl or to have anyone want her. But looking at herself right now, thinking of the handsome man who looked at her… so lovingly… It made her feel like the most beautiful woman alive.

Which was saying a lot, because she still felt that Damien was the most handsome man alive. She heard her phone vibrate and smiled, already knowing it was Damien.

Good morning, Pippers. I'm excited to see you today, I finished the book last night and it is absolutely splendid. You will relate to Kate wonderfully, I am sure of it. :)

She could feel her smile growing. He had grown the habit of giving her the nick name "Pippers." She touched her hand to her heart. She should've been utterly terrified of him. She should be running to church on her knees praying for forgiveness and for help… She knew that she should. But there was so much more to Damien then who his father is. He was smart, and articulate, and so wonderful. She wasn't sure she could say she was in love with him, since they were still getting to know each other… but her heart swelled for him more every day. She didn't understand it… this was the Beast. The monster who was going to destroy the world, yet, he was truly a prince to her… She hoped he was as sincere as he was charming.

Good morning, Damien! I'm excited to read it, and I am very excited to see you as well! Did you sleep well last night?

She started playing Rhiannon lowly as she continued to primp and get ready.

I actually slept very well. I dreamt of you, in fact. I had a dream that we were at a Fleetwood Mac concert and Stevie brought you on stage and let you sing "Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You?" with her. You looked very happy.

Pippy smiled and immediately changed the song from Rhiannon to that, loving the smooth melody as Pippy sang along lightly and responded.

That would make me blissfully happy… I can't believe you remembered that I love Fleetwood Mac! I feel that I must confess that I dreamt of you as well, last night. I don't quite remember all the details, but I know you and I were having a great time!

Technically, the last part was a fib. She knew exactly what she and Damien had been doing in her dream the night before.

He massaged her bare hips with his thumbs as he kissed her neck repeatedly while she straddled his naked lap and moved her head giving him better access. She had barely and comprehension of the fact the room was only lit lowly by a few candles and the fact they were barely tangled with red silk blankets as smooth jazz played in the background. She was shocked by how the devil's son could make her feel like so much like she was in heaven. She tangled her slender fingers into his dark hair and breathed in his scent… an odd mixture of autumn air and smoke.

"Oh! Damien…!" She yelled out moaning as he bit on her neck and sucked delicately, moving his hands from her hips to grab her bum tightly. She forced her lips against his in a passionate mess of lips as she could taste a small trace of her own blood on his mouth.

The next thing she knew, he had moved her to lay on her back with her legs high in the air and he began to feel and lightly bite every inch of her, especially her most sensitive spots while she was left to whither and cry out his name louder and louder… completely at his mercy.

Chills were sent down Pippy's spine at the mere memory of his powerful and warm hands on her… all over her. But of course, she was a lady, and she wasn't going to tell Damien how interested she was in the idea of playing out such indecent dreams.

Well that makes sense, I always have a great time speaking and spending time with you, Pippy. I'll let you get ready for school, now… Also, let me know if anybody locks you in a locker or boiler room or anywhere and I will come get you. I will also deal with whatever smartass who mistreated you in such a way. Have a wonderful day, I shall see you soon, Pippers.

That stopped Pippy's smile. She knew what Damien meant by "deal with", and she couldn't deny she was uncomfortable with that. Even though she found it unbelievably romantic that he'd come to her rescue. She stared at herself in the mirror again and wondered if she was fooling herself. He was still the Antichrist, which was the truth of it. She wondered to herself what made her different in Damien's eyes. What made her the exception to his violent ways? She knew there were still flares of that in him, even though with her specifically he had been nothing but charming and kind.

Pippy then received a picture message from him. It was a picture of him smiling at the camera, looking slightly tired, and his eyes sparkling a little. As she stared at is smiling face, she smiled with him wanting nothing more than to hold his hand. She could hardly believe that only seconds ago, she was scared of him… and now she wanted to kiss him. Her affection for this boy, this dangerous but lovable boy, could be the death of her.

Pippy went along with her day. School had seemed especially long that day, despite it being a half day. All she could do was count down every minute until she could leave the school to go to Colorado Springs. Henrietta had made a point to whistle at her when Pippy passed her that morning on her way into school.

"Mr. Grey is going to eat you up alive in that, I am so going to win that fifty bucks." She commented. Pippy rolled her eyes with a smile at her friend as she continued into the building.

The usual of slapping books from Pippy's hands and ugly swear words thrown at her couldn't even knock her good mood. She also made a point to be extra careful of people, in case if anyone wanted to try to lock her anywhere so that she couldn't get to her date. There was no way that Pippy was going to let anything stop this date.

When the bell finally rang, the girl happily skipped out of the school to run to her car… to unfortunately be met by a group of senior boys. Peter Welch, Zayne Ritt, Ash Burkes, Nick Barcus, and Frank Hen were the boys who really loved to pick on Pippy the most. Peter especially enjoyed making her suffer, being the one who locked her in the boiler room numerous times.

"Well, well, well… looks like the fairy boy got all dolled up today. Must be a pride parade orgy going on somewhere." Peter snickered stepping closer to Pippy.

"I'm not gay, and I am not a boy." Pippy explained for what must've been the fiftieth time.

"Oh shut up, Frenchy! Wearing a dress and make up doesn't make you a girl, it just makes you a freak who likes to play dress up!" Ash spoke up. Pippy clenched her fist.

"I pity you, boys… You insult and attack what you do not understand, and for that you will forever remain ignorant. I have somewhere important to be." Pippy tried to move to her car, but then Peter grabbed her harshly with his sweaty and smelly hands, trying to lift the skirt of her dress. Pippy's eyes widened with fear as she struggled against him trying to stomp his foot or kick him as the other guys giggled and held parts of her in place so she couldn't fight.

"Alright Frenchy… you wanna act like a girl? We'll treat you like a girl…" Zayne remarked as they began to try to remove her clothes giggling evilly as she began to cry and scream against Peter's hand slapped over her mouth. As they tried to carry her to an ally by the school, no other students seeming to really care or get involved in the situation. Pippy was sobbing hard now, this was a situation unlike any that she had ever faced… she knew these awful disgusting excuses for human beings were intending to rape her as punishment for being who she is. Pippy continued crying hard as she heard the boys begin to say disgusting and dirty things to her until a clear and velvety voice stopped them all in their places.

"You're going to let the girl go. Now." His voice was cold, demanding, and very scary. Pippy didn't have to see him through her tear filled eyes to know who it was.

"Who the hell are you?!" Frank demanded, barely able to speak.

"I won't ask again. Let the nice girl go…"

"This doesn't concern you, Goth fag!" Peter said with venom in his voice.

"So be it." Damien said simply before his eyes turned from charcoal to a fiery red. Peter started screaming as he let Pippy go, dropping to the ground and rolling. Much to the other's shock and horror… Peter Welch was himself on fire.

Pippy's hands covered her mouth in shock as she watched him burn before feeling warm, powerful hands hold her close and cover her eyes.

"I suggest you get this bastard to a hospital. If any of you so much as look at this girl funny again… I promise you a fate much worse than burns. Am I being quite clear?"

"C-clear as glass!" Zayne said as he went to go to his friend, whose entire back of his body looked like a burnt rotisserie chicken.

"Actually… there is one more thing. You're going to apologize to this beautiful girl. Right now." His eyes narrowed as he uncovered Pippy's eyes. The bullies fell to their knees all saying so many apologies Pippy wasn't even sure of anything they were saying clearly…

"Good. Now get this scum and leave…" Damien finished as the boys grabbed their injured friend, and began to help him limp to a van that belonged to Zayne and they went to the hospital. Pippy was still standing in shock at what she had just witnessed. Damien stepped in front of her. She noticed that he had dressed up in a black button up shirt, some nice dark gray slacks, and black dress shoes. He even had a bouquet of white calla lilies in his left hand.

"Are you okay, Pippers?" He asked her.

"You set him on fire…" Pippy managed to say staring at him in shock. She didn't know how to feel about this.

"Pippy… You didn't know what he was thinking. The vile things they were all thinking! Do you have any idea what he was planning to do?"

"As a matter of fact, I had a good idea indeed, that's why I was crying and screaming for help…"

"I'm going to take a guess you probably want to post pone our lunch date…"

"No, no, I don't… but I'm going to need to just, I need a minute to gather my thoughts on all of this, I just saw someone almost burn to death." Damien nodded in an understanding manner and the two went to her car and climbed in, Pippy in the Driver's seat while Damien was in the Passenger seat. She turned the car on to turn on the radio, the song Seven Wonders playing while Pippy ran her fingers through her hair nervously. After a few minutes of silence between the two Pippy finally spoke again.

"I don't know how to feel right now, Damien. Yes, Peter is a son of a whore who was undoubtedly going to rape me but I don't know if he deserved to be lit on fire. I have to admit, I'm a little scared of you right now. I honestly hadn't felt scared of you until now, in fact, you are the only thing that's been on my mind associated with things nothing to do with fear. In fact, I had been panicking about whether or not this was an official date and if you liked me because I very much like you, a lot! I kept telling myself there is so much more to you than who your parents are, and I still believe that, but now I'm scared. It's not in my nature to be ill spirited and believe he necessarily deserved to be almost murdered by fire… Which makes this complicated because I still like you a lot and even now, I think about snogging you, when I should be cowering in fear, and I'm not!" Pippy covered her mouth again realizing exactly how much she had said at once, turning to face the boy. His eyes were staring affectionately as he slowly smiled.

"Do you know why I like you so much? Why I wanted to know you again? You're unlike any human I have ever met. Everyone else has some selfishness to them, something awful… but you? You're pure. Your soul is so bright and beautiful, it is practically blinding. I am honestly shocked right now about how beautiful a person you can remain, finding some kind of pity for that monster of a human. It both baffles and amazes me… and I like that about you. I like so much how good you are… How much like me that you're not. I admire you for the ways you are different than I, Pippers. If I am being honest with you, you are all I have thought about since I left South Park when I was eight. Your smile, your kindness, your gorgeous blonde hair… everything. Pippers, I know we haven't seen each other in so long, and I don't want to rush into this too fast… but I adore you. But before I lose my train of thought completely, I have to ask… Did you just say that you like me back?"

"…I do… I really, really do Damien. I like you so much that my heart hurts from beating so hard and my palms get all sweaty…"

"Then I hope you forgive me for what I'm about to do, Pippers… But I've been waiting eight years to finally do this, darling." Damien said lightly as he placed his hand on her cheek, leaned in, and once she gave a small nod of approval, he began kissing her. Pippy's eyes almost immediately fell closed as she wrapped her arms around Damien's neck and continued to kiss him passionately. The way their lips blended was different than how it had in Pippy's dreams. In her dreams, it had been lustful and hungry kisses. But here, in this band, while Seven Wonders played, it was adoring and affectionate and loving. His lips were so gentle and magical Pippy was worried she'd float through the ceiling of the car. So she held to him tightly as they continued to kiss.

After about fifteen minutes once Pippy had calmed down more, she finally drove the both of them all the way to Panera where Pippy ordered potato soup served in a bread bowl and Damien ordered a Steak and White Cheddar Panini. As the two ate their food and chatted away about the Hollow Kingdom and the fascinating world within the book that Pippy couldn't wait to indulge on. As the two conversed with one another, any earlier unpleasantness seemed to slip away and the two slowly moved their fingers towards one another over the table, slowly but gently holding hands and intertwining their fingers as they continued to talk, dark charcoal eyes staring lovingly into sky blue ones.