Yes!!! I'm back!!!! Hahahahaha!!! Anywaaaaaays.....this chapter gets a bit religious, so...any hard core Christians out there, no offense. I'm a Christian Catholic myself, but I just don't believe too much in the trustworthiness of time and human nature to believe the Bible is still pure. I have nothing against Twilight, but I just like the books better than the obsessive crap the movies caused. If you've never watched 'End of Days', you need to go watch it. Like now. And yes, I might actually feel sorry for the real Anti-Christ. But did not Jesus say, 'love your enemies'? So whatever. If I burn in Hell, well, at least I already know where I'm going. And yes, I know this chapter is long. More for you to love.
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Chapter Four
Movies Before Bedtime
Damien waited as Pip unlocked the front door. A voice called from inside.
"Phillip? Is that you?"
"Yes, mum!" Pip said, closing the door.
A nice-looking middle aged woman bustled out of the next room. She smiled at Pip, enveloping him in a hug.
"I've brought a friend to dinner, mum. I hope you don't mind." Pip said, muffled by the embrace. Mrs. Pirrup pulled away, smiling warmly at Damien.
"Of course not, dear. Any of your friends are welcome here. You should invite them over more often; I don't see why you never ask any of them."
Pip gave a slightly pained smile. Like he had any friends to begin with. His mother turned to Damien, who extended his hand. She took it as he said,
"Hello, Mrs. Pirrup. I'm Damien. It's very nice to meet you." He said smoothly. Taking a purposeful glance around, he continued, "You have a gorgeous house, Mrs. Pirrup. Truly beautiful."
The flattery worked; Mrs. Pirrup fell completely under his charm. She tittered, saying,
"My, my, what a lovely friend you have, Phillip!"
Pip looked at Damien with an astounded look on his face, while Damien merely took the compliment with a small bow of his head. She pulled her hand away, saying,
"I'm afraid you boys will have to wait a bit for dinner; I just got back from the store, and I haven't started cooking yet. But you can watch a movie while you wait, okay?"
"Okay!" Pip chirped brightly, leading Damien into the living room. Damien sat down on the couch, chuckling slightly. Oh, how the demon had fooled that woman so easily! Pip opened up a glass cabinet next to their television, scanning the titles of the DVDs there.
"What would you like to watch?"
"What'd ya got?"
"Hmm...The Day the Earth Stood Still, Wrong Turn 2, Dead End, Twilight-"
"Ugh, disgusting piece of crap."
"Constantine-"
"That one was interesting."
"End of Days-"
Damien sat up quickly.
"That one."
Pip glanced curiously at him. "End of Days? Are you certain?"
"I'm certain, now put it on."
Pip turned on the DVD player, putting in the disc. Settling down next to Damien on the couch, they waited. Soon the menu came up, and the movie began.
Pip had always liked this movie, it was one of his old favorites. The hero, still violently consumed by the turmoil the sudden murder of his family had brought about, embarks on a mission to save the woman chosen by Satan to birth his unholy child, and begin the end of the world. He loved the scene at the end, the unrelenting courage the man showed as he stood his ground while the power of Lucifer raged around him in the abandoned church. The sadness as the hero saved the woman, then was killed, impaled by the end of the stone angel's sword. Then the final part, when the man was finally reunited with his beloved family in the light. That happiness at the end that made all of this worth it.
He just wasn't sure that it was an appropriate choice for Damien. Pip glanced toward the raven-haired demon. He was watching the movie, seemingly enthralled by it. His blood-colored eyes caught every movement, every expression on the actors' faces. Well, he had picked it.
"My father hates this movie."
Pip turned toward Damien, startled at this sudden insight into his life.
"Huh?"
"It reminds him of his past failures." Damien said softly, eyes still riveted to the screen.
"What do you mean, failures?"
Damien glanced at Pip.
"How many times he failed in his attempt to have me conceived."
"To have you conceived? What?"
Damien gave a dry laugh. "It took my father twenty seven tries to have me born into Hell."
"So..." Pip gestured incomprehensibly toward the movie, too stunned for words.
"It's Hollywood's imagination come to life, but it's basically my father's failure on the silver screen." Damien scowled darkly. "It was always some damned 'hero', all high and mighty, come to save the day. Every single time, my father would run out of time, and have to go back to Hell. It never helped that only certain women could be chosen." His voice lowered in anger.
"No one on your world wants me to even exist. They conceive millions of their own every day, but they won't even give me my first breath." His mouth twisted in a sadistic grimace of a smile.
"My father showed them."
"What happened?" Pip whispered. Damien looked at him, as if surprised he was there. He gave a slight chuckle. "Well, obviously, I'm here, so he succeeded. What else do you need to know?"
"No, no..." Pip shook his head. "I mean, how did he succeed? What happened?"
"He stole her away to Hell before she could be saved. It was a close thing, really. But he managed it. He impregnated her soon after." Damien laughed dryly. "That was before he came out, of course. And nine months later, I popped out. The woman died."
"Oh...I'm terribly sorry."
"Don't be. She never wanted me. Father told me she tried to kill me by stabbing her stomach. He stopped her just in time. So why should I care about someone who only called me a monster? Wherever her soul is right now, I don't care." Damien looked down.
"I owe so much to my father. But I'm not the person he wanted me to be. All I can do is hate him for not giving me what I wanted. I guess this means I'm a horrible son."
"That's certainly not true!" Pip said firmly. Damien looked at him in askance. Pip flushed pink, losing the sudden burst of courage that had possessed him.
"Well, I mean, people just fear what they can't understand. But you're not a bad person."
Damien raised an eyebrow. Pip flushed deeper.
"I only mean, you came here to bring about the Apocalypse and whatnot, but you haven't done that yet, have you? You could have easily just taken over, but you haven't so far. So, you're still following your father's advice in a way, right?"
Damien was about to answer, when Mrs. Pirrup's voice came from the kitchen.
"Boys! Dinner's ready!"
"Oh boy! Dinner!" Pip bounced up, pausing the movie.
"Come on, Damien!"
Sighing, Damien got up, following Pip into the kitchen, where Mrs. Pirrup was laying out plates on the table. She looked up as they walked in.
"Oh, Phillip, your father called. He said he was working late tonight, so we'll be eating dinner without him. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks, mum."
Sitting down, the teens waited for her to bring out the food, which was a steaming pan of spinach alfredo fettucini, the melted cheese practically slathered over the top. The smell was irresistibly delicious, tantalizing them as she lay it out.
Which was why, when she finished serving them, Pip dug in eagerly, cutting off a piece to jam in his mouth eagerly. His euphoric expression soon turned to one of surprise, and his eyes watered. Swallowing painfully, he waved his hand frantically in front of his mouth, panting heavily. His mother admonished him.
"Phillip! You know better than to just stuff it in your mouth like that! It's very hot!"
Damien calmly cut his into pieces, chewing them slowly. The heat didn't bother him. Besides, it was very good. Mrs. Pirrup glanced toward him, a bit shocked.
"Don't you think it's a little hot, Damien dear?"
Damien only smiled, the deceiver's weapon.
"I like my food hot."
Dinner passed uneventfully after that, Mrs. Pirrup bringing out tea and honeyed biscuits as an after-dinner snack. Damien liked the tea, preferring to keep it's slightly bitter taste and withhold any milk or sugar in it.
Afterwards, Damien and Pip returned to the living room, to watch the rest of the movie. Pip fell asleep during the middle of it, his head somehow finding it's way to rest on Damien's shoulder. For some reason, Damien didn't mind much.
When it finally ended and the credits were rolling on the screen, Damien shook Pip awake. The blonde looked up sleepily.
"Oh, hello Damien. Did I fall asleep?" He yawned.
"I guess it's time for me to go to 'hit the hay', as you Americans say." Pip glanced toward Damien interestedly. "Do you plan to stay or leave?"
Damien thought it over. He really didn't have anywhere specific to go, and Pip was driving his curiosity nuts, especially since he had said about him still following his father's advice. And there was also the promise of breakfast in the morning. Demons didn't need to eat, they fed off of pain and misery, but Damien wasn't a complete demon, and he had enjoyed the dinner tonight. He shrugged casually.
"I give in. I'll stay."
"Wonderful!" Pip beamed. He turned his head in the direction of the kitchen.
"Can Damien stay the night, mum?" He called.
"Of course!" Mrs. Pirrup poked her head out from the kitchen doorway.
"Will your parents mind, Damien?"
Damien shook his head. If his father hadn't come to retrieve him by now, he wasn't going to object to a sleepover. Mrs. Pirrup beamed.
"Perfect! I'll bring up some pillows and covers for you later, Phillip. Are you going to watch another movie? Or go straight to sleep?"
Pip looked toward Damien. Damien pointed to the television.
"We're going to watch another movie, but we'll go to sleep after this one, okay mum?"
"That's fine, Phillip. Well,I'm done cleaning up here, so I'll go bring the pillows and covers up to your room now and then I'm turning in. I'll see you boys in the morning."
Mrs. Pirrup came forward to hug Pip, kissing him on his forehead.
"'Night, mum."
"Good night, sweetie. Make sure you boys don't stay up too late, okay?" She turned off the kitchen lights, heading up the stairs.
They watched The Scarlet Letter, a movie based on a classic by Nathaniel Hawthorne. A young widow in a strictly religious community is seduced by the most-upstanding citizen in their small village, and enters a secret relationship with him. When she ends up pregnant, the town is scandalized and forces her to wear a scarlet letter sewn on her clothing to brand her a whore.
It seems that Damien really likes religious movies. Pip thought sleepily. How ironic. It was one of the last thoughts he had, before he fell asleep again, once again resting his head on Damien shoulder. Damien continued to watch the movie, glancing at him occasionally. He could see Pip's white aura glowing softly around him, and took in the peaceful expression on his face. He really did look like an angel. Damien let him stay where he was. As long as he didn't drool, he was okay with the gentle pressure resting on him.
Damien woke him again when the movie ended, and Pip yawned, looking around blearily at the dark house.
"Did the movie end already?"
Damien chuckled. "You slept through the entire thing."
"Oh." Pip gave another yawn. "Sorry. Come on, I'll show you to my room." He got up shakily, stretching out tired limbs. The smaller boy led Damien upstairs in the dark, to the last room on the right. He opened the door, turning on the lights. What met Damien's eyes was an explosion of red, blue and white. The walls were a medium navy blue, matched with a white wooden border running through the horizontal middle. A huge British flag hung on one wall, while an American flag took up the opposite one. A large queen-size bed was pushed up against the right wall, covered by scarlet red and ivory white pillows and a dark royal blue comforter. The extra pillows and a sleeping bag that Pip's mother had promised to deliver lay on it. Other than the color patterns, everything else in the room was normal: a white dresser back up against the left wall, a nightstand next to the bed, a small desk in a corner with a closed black laptop sitting on it. Damien looked around.
"What the fuck were you on when you chose the color here?"
"Oh, well..." Pip yawned again. "I've always liked these colors. They make me feel happy."
"Uh huh..." Damien looked around, then froze. A dark scowl came across his face, and he growled.
"What is it Damien?"
Damien stalked forward, roughly opening the nightstand's drawer. He reached in, pulling out a small golden cross on a thin chain. He snarled. He closed his hand around it in anger, and the air surrounding him seemed to shimmer for a bit. When he opened his hand again, he let the cross dangle on the chain from his fingers. The cross was now inverted, and its golden color had turned to pure ebony. Pip stared at it.
"That was a gift from my grandmother."
Damien glanced at him, his scarlet eyes flashing dangerously.
"Fuck your grandmother."
He dropped the cross on the nightstand, going to lay down on Pip's bed. Pip walked forward, touching the cross lightly. It was hot to the touch. He looked at Damien warily, then took hold of the sleeping bag, laying it out on the floor. Damien watched him lazily, as Pip put down the pillows. The blonde bounced up, digging in his dresser.
"I'll be right back, okay?"
Damien leaned back on the bed, kicking off his shoes. This wasn't such a bad reward for homework help. Pip's blushing face in the park flashed into his mind and he grinned. Oh, that had certainly been interesting. Pip's reaction had pleased him, in a way. It made him feel dominant, like he was finally in control of something, not being controlled. And how Pip had defended him as a good son had been nice too. Pip's words had been a kind of understanding that he wasn't used to from other people, demon or human. Hmmm...this was getting more better than he had expected. Damien sighed. Pip would have made such a wonderful minion. He was still thinking that when Pip bounded in, closing the door behind him. He had changed into dark red plaid pajamas, just a bit large on him so that the sleeves hung off his hands and the pants legs covered his feet.
"What is that?"
Pip looked down at himself. "It's my sleeping clothes." Pip sat down on the sleeping bag, opening it up. Damien watched him silently as he prepared to squirm in.
"So, you're sleeping on the floor?"
Pip paused a quarter of the way in, looking up at him.
"Of course!" He chirped. "It would be rude of me to do anything else except offer you the bed, especially since this is your first time visiting my house." He went back squirming in.
Damien was silent, his face unreadable.
"Sleep on the bed with me, Pip."
Pip looked up, caught completely off guard.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I don't want you to sleep on the floor. I want you to sleep on the bed with me."
Pip's face was a brilliant red, blending in perfectly with the red of his pajamas. He stuttered slightly.
"I-I...I don't..."
"Just come here."
"I-It wouldn't be decent!" Pip protested.
Damien narrowed his eyes.
"I'm not telling you, I'm commanding you."
"I don't know..."
Damien's eyes glowed bright blood red, and the temperature in the room rose a couple of degrees. Pip nervously plucked at his collar at the sudden heat. Damien's voice was dark as he said flatly,
"Come here."
Pip wavered, hesitating, then meekly crawled out of the sleeping bag to the bed, climbing in between the covers as the temperature returned to normal. He put his back to Damien, keeping some room between them, his face still blushing crimson. He curled into a loose ball, clutching his pillow tightly. Then he let out a sudden squeal as a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist, pulling him back. He collided sharply with Damien's chest, feeling his heat.
"W-what?" He squeaked in shock, completely scarlet.
"The only person who's ever slept in my bed is me. My father never even bothered to tuck me in. Give me a fucking break, Frenchie."
"O-okay..."
Pip tried to relax enough to go to sleep, but it was hard when Damien's arm was still draped around his waist. It didn't help matters any that he could feel the other's breath over him, gently ruffling his hair. He tried to think about Damien's words from how he meant them. It must have been hard, living alone all your life with a father who was too busy to take care of you half the time, and have so many expectations on who you would be when you grew up. Was it really so hard to believe that Damien could have been lonely? Then again, you could never truly tell with Damien.
Pip gave a bit of a start as Damien suddenly snapped his fingers, turning off the lights and plunging them into darkness. They lay there in silence, Pip trying his hardest to remain still, before he finally got up the courage to ask something.
"...Damien?"
"...yeah?"
Pip hesitated. Damien gave him a couple of seconds before speaking.
"What do you want, Pip?"
"...why...why did you do that to my cross?"
Damien growled softly, his hold on Pip tightening ever so slightly in his anger.
"Because Christians piss me off."
"But, why?"
"Those hypocritical bastards are the ones who began to spread so much shit about me. All they do is talk about how you accept you're a sinner and follow God's law to the fine print or you'll end up in Hell. Then they talk about the end of the world, brought about by sinners, like everybody except themselves, and how they'll all be deceived by me in a time of great need, then when Jesus arrives for the second time, I'll be killed. They're the ones who call for my blood to be spilled in the streets of their holy city." Damien snarled savagely, his breath hot on Pip's neck.
"But they themselves have done so much shit to people. They can't accept anything besides their own beliefs. Muslims, Buddhists, Mormons, Shintoists, the Jewish, they hate them all. They drove the peaceful Illuminati to madness and violence, murdered thousands of Muslims on their quest to 'retrieve' the Holy Land from infidel hands, they enslaved and killed millions of Native Americans in the name of their Lord, they persecute homosexuals because of differing sexuality, they beheaded people in the old days for believing in science, not religion, then they turn around and try to preach peace and forgiveness to those people that they just mortally injured. I have nothing against Jesus or God, but it's the people that twist up their religion for their own perverse means that piss me off. The Christianity that you know is nothing but a sick joke on what it was meant to be. At least my father never bothered to hide what or who he is." Damien calmed himself, but his grip on Pip was still tight.
"...wow...I never realized...but..." Pip touched Damien's hand lightly. "We've done a lot of bad things, but I believe in a more benevolent God, one who condones such violence. And I don't want your blood to be spilled. Or hate any other religion. At least there's one person who tries to be open-minded about what the truth is, or might be, right?"
Damien sighed deeply behind him, loosening his grip slightly on Pip.
"Whatever. Humans are not going to change their ways because of the faith of one person. Now go to sleep. And loosen up a bit. You're like a fucking board."
"Okay."
A/N: And thus the plot thickens!!!! Yes, it shall all go toward a more fluff direction from here. Well, okay, not fluff. But...okay, you know what? You all can wait until the next chapter to see. (sticks out tongue) How you holding up Pip?
Pip: I could have sworn I felt something poking my back through all of that.
Me: ....
Pip: Hmm, oh well, it must have been Damien's phone or something.
Me: ...yeeeah...that's what it was.
(Pip walks off, happy to have solved a mystery)
(Damien approaches)
Me: Please tell me you own a cell phone or something.
Damien: No. Why the hell do I need a phone? I don't commune with worthless mortals. Why?
Me: Yeah, Pippers totally felt you right there.
Damien: Come on! What do you want from me? Did you see how he looked like when he was sleeping?! He's just begging to be fuck- uh, played with!
Me: Don't worry, my pretty beast. Every dog has his day.
Damien: I better.