Okay, I see some people liked this, so I decided to add the first actual chapter. The slash will come eventually, but for now...wait. Huh.
Close to Redemption, Sermon One.
"SLEEP DEPRIVATION?"
"Yeah, sorry Son."
"I had no idea!"
"How could you not, all the signs were right there! His eyes were red and baggy, he was excessively sluggish…jeez, are you blind?"
"Well…he did keep on saying that he was like a talking zombie…I really didn't know what he was talking about." Damien stared at the hard floor of his father's office.
Satan shrugged. "Well, I don't really know what it was that kept him awake, so I couldn't really give him any of my help."
Damien looked up with a hint of hopefulness in his eyes, "So…can I-can I see him?" He twiddled his fingers.
His dad sighed and shook his head. "See Son, that's the main problem. You can't," Before Damien could yell something back, he cut him off, "He's in Purgatory."
Pip was dumbfounded at the sight that rested before him. He never expected Purgatory to look like this; he always thought of it as being some deep, dark pit that emitted the sorrowful moans of the Souls of the Lost. This place though, was like a regular city, except everything was gray and semi-damaged. It looked like a more ugly version of New York City.
He walked along the road that led to Purgatory. It was a long road that seemed to get longer with every step he took, but it must've been an illusion, for within about five minutes, he was there at the entrance. A large dented and frayed metal sign read 'Now entering Purgatory – Pray enough and you might just get to leave…'
Pip looked at the scene in front of him. The people he saw were either depressed, confused, or altogether expressionless. There seemed to be a lot of them at the entryway, but maybe they were just wandering around.
He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. Straightening his bowtie and cap, he carried on forward.
None of the souls that were around seemed to notice him; they probably just didn't care.
As he walked, he took a closer look at the people. Most had a gray colour to them and they just slowly staggered about. Their eyes were sunken in and they looked a lot older than they probably were. Maybe they'd been here awhile. The other people, the ones who looked confused, looked to be the same as they probably did when they died. These ones must've been new additions.
The streets were almost empty of objects, except for a few bits of trash and torn paper that flew about in the dry wind. Everything looked like it was layered in dust.
Pip stopped in his tracks and looked up. The skies were mostly clouded by pollution fog, but through the spaces, he could see what appeared to be shining stars on a black-blue background. That was the prettiest thing he'd seen since arriving here.
In his bedroom in the Palace of Hell, Damien lay on his bed, staring at a framed picture of him standing behind his Pipper and pushing him on a swing. They were ten when this was taken. A few stray, silent tears fell at the memory and he closed his eyes.
Damien was trying to come up with a plan that would get him into Purgatory. He didn't have the authority to go wherever he wanted like his dad and the Holy ones did.
"Damn it."
He hadn't gone back to South Park since the incident. After it happened and he cried, he left straight for Hell, where he continued to cry his eyes out over the death of his Love.
"Sleep deprivation? How the Hell did I not notice? All the stupid signs were right there and I was completely blind to them," he growled, "And what a way to go! Dying from lack of sleep, how the Hell was that even possible? I always thought that it'd be that fat ass Cartman who would get him on day…" He rolled over to stare at the cracks in the wall.
"Stupid."
I like the look of Purgatory. It's so miserable. And poor Pip, such a spirited one. Damien, however, is all moody and weird. As always, read and review, kiddies.