Yeah, I get that you didn't like the last chapter. And thanks to for pointing out the mistake on there. It is now fixed. And if you didn't like the last chapter, then I don't think you'll like this one. But whatever. Yeah, I know it's really short, but deal with it okay? Dude, I was crying when I wrote this. No joke. Just in case you think I'm heartless for killing Pip. I'm not. But anyway, read and enjoy. Now, I'm not gonna update until Valentine's Day, so shut up and don't whine when you don't get anything until then, okay?

Disclaimer: The only thing I'm taking credit for is the plotline. Nothing else.

And guess what?!?! I have more fanart!!! From the illustrious Fanficitonlover4allfiction, it's a scene from "Movies Before Bedtime". Hooray!! Okay, the link is, http://animelover4allanime (dot) deviantart (dot) com/art/Dip-Watching-a-Movie-153733991 Again, you know what to do.

Chapter Eleven
Final Goodbye

Leaves blew on a bitterly cold wind, sending them floating and whirling down like earth-colored tears. The sky was dark and overcast, pregnant with heavy rainclouds just waiting for the signal, at which they would unload their melancholy burden on the world below. It was a despairing and miserable day, as was fitting the sad burial of a poor soul too innocent to survive in a cruel world.

It was the day of Phillip Pirrup's funeral.

The cemetery was empty, save for two lonely figures who stood beside a coffin, ready for interment. Mrs. Pirrup was one, veiled in black lace, sobbing out pitifully her violent sadness at this betrayal. The robbing of her only son.

Damien was the other.

Cloaked in ebony night, he stood silent a couple steps away from Pip's crying mother, his face a mask of stony, unemotional blankness. He had seen Pip earlier, lying so peacefully in that wooden box. He had seemed so small in death.

His beloved's face had worn an expression of tranquility that Damien truly envied at this moment; his emotions were a turbulent whirlwind of grief that threatened to bring him to his knees, yet he stood tall, if only for the fact that Pip would have hated to see him beaten down.

His eyes flicked toward Mrs. Pirrup. She was the only one. Not a single other living soul had bothered to come bear a final witness. Damien felt his depression worsen. How long had Pip struggled to be loved, to be seen and cared for, only to have failed so bitterly in the end? The kids at school which had tormented the better part of his life were nowhere to be seen, not even bothering to skip school to attend. Nobody cared for the sad soul, once bright-shining, now long-gone for better places, who's body lay so softly in it's final resting place.

Not even his father could be bothered to show up. And though Damien had never met the man, he hated him. Hated him for the fact that he could so blatantly ignore the funeral of his only son.

Mrs. Pirrup, as if sensing his eyes upon her, looked up, her eyes puffy and bloodshot, a testament to her grief. She took a step closer to him, laying a trembling hand on his arm. She tried to smile through her tears, ending out more like a pained grimace.

"Damien, how lovely of you to come to...to Phillip's..." She burst out in tears again. In a heartbeat, Damien did the unexpected and gently embraced her, holding her steady.

"He wasn't ready! He wasn't ready to go like this!" She wept, tears falling on Damien's clothing. "He had so much to live for! My baby, my poor poor baby...I just want him back...I miss him so much......oh, my little Phillip, I love you so much!"

Damien patted her back, and when he spoke, his voice came out low and husky.

"Pip loved you very much, Mrs. Pirrup. He loved you like no one else." He paused, his throat closing up, but still no tears came for him. No blessed release of this damned, Hell-forsaken pain.

"And he'll always love you. He's looking down from a much better place, and one day, you'll join him there, and you'll never be apart again."

But not me. Damien thought sadly.

I'll never be with him again.

Mrs. Pirrup drew back a bit, looking at him with watery eyes. This time her smile came out a bit better.

"Thank you, Damien. You're a lovely boy."

She gazed at him, this time a bit confusedly.

"You know, Pip never once mentioned you, but then suddenly, you were there, and you were all he talked about." Her brows furrowed. "Even if it's too late now, I'd like to know, just what were you to my dear Phillip?"

Damien took slow steps to the coffin, laying a heavy hand on its surface, so covered with white flowers. It was a white that didn't do justice to Pip's pure soul. His head bowed forward, and Mrs. Pirrup's heart almost broke again as she saw the indescribable sadness and despairing grief that was etched so clearly onto his face. Damien's voice was soft as he finally admitted what he had so vehemently denied in the beginning.

"He was my friend."

Damien stood on top of a lonely hill, overlooking South Park. His face was blank, his heart a black pit of emptiness. The city's inhabitants rushed around like ants, unaware of his existence. He looked down at them. There was nothing left for him here. He turned his back on it, vanishing in a swirl of heated ash and smoke.

The sting of brimstone and perpetual fire met his nose as he stepped out, on the shores of the spitting lake of fire. A demon minion flew from the sky, landing next to him.

"Master Damien! Your unholy father is most displeased with your absence, he demands-" He got no further. With a swipe of his hand, Damien sent him into the lake of fire, where he joined the other damned souls in mortal agony.

Damien strode toward the center of Hell, his footsteps leaving behind burning marks on the black stone underneath. Fire swirled around his legs, flickering red and gold. Not even moving his hands, stone crumbled to ash as he passed, souls were set aflame, and the very ground trembled as he walked. His heart was stone, and Damien preferred it that way. His place was here, and when his father told him he was ready to go up, he would come back to Earth, and destroy it all.

A/N: (sigh) Damien doesn't like me anymore....not that I blame him, but still. I don't have anyone to talk to anymore. Sheesh, just because that other Dip oneshot I wrote was sad, doesn't mean this one is. Well, it is, as of right now, but come on! Get over it already!

Craig: Dude, seriously? You just killed off Pip. How the hell would you be taking it if someone did that to you?

Me: But you have to understand!!! I had to do it!!!

Craig: Had to do it, my ass! You just couldn't stand that they were having a good relationship! You just had to fuck it up!

Me: You don't get it!!

Craig: There's nothing to get! You're just a sadistic bitch who hates having someone's love life work out when yours is pathetically failing!!!

Me: ....

Craig: ...I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Me: No, you did. It's alright, you just can't see it. But you will. You'll all see later. Then I'm gonna have you all on your knees, begging my forgiveness.

(Me turns, walks away)

Craig: (sigh) Dammit, that went over well.