Chapter Two
"It's basic trigonometry, Stan. You multiply sin by the degree and then cross-"
"I just don't get it!" Stan threw back his papers in frustration, interrupting Kyle as he was explaining. "I'm totally dead tomorrow and this is what is mostly gonna be on our exam!" He then threw his head into his hands.
Kyle smiled at Stan gently. "Come on, you'll get it. Just don't let your anger get the best of you when I'm trying to help you." He laughed softly and I couldn't help, but smile as well. "I think we'll finish for the evening. Hey, Ken, what are you watching on TV?" Kyle said as he stood up from the kitchen table and plopped down beside me, closely followed by Stan.
"Just some documentary." I shrugged.
"You? Watching a documentary? Where's the real Kenny?" Stan smirked.
I chuckled slightly with Kyle. "Well I don't wanna fail my history exam, but to be truthful, I was too busy laughing at your dumbass to really get interested in the show."
Kyle laughed as Stan's cheeks changed a shade. "Hey, that's the only class I'm struggling in! How many classes are you failing?!"
"Only the non-important ones." I shrugged. "Not like I need them to graduate. Wait, don't you need trig to graduate?" I teased as Kyle burst out laughing and Stan smirked slightly and threw his hands up in defeat.
"Boys! Dinners almost ready!" Sheila's annoying voice called from the kitchen, Stan and I cringed as Kyle called back and she walked in the living room where we were all sitting. "Are you boys both staying over tonight?" She asked.
I shrugged and Stan shook his head. "Honestly, I'm only over her so late for the grub Ms. B." She let out a laugh while Kyle punched his arm.
"Wash up boys, you have five minutes before the table will be ready. Kyle don't forget to tell your brother the same." She started back towards the kitchen while Kyle started to get up.
"I'll get your brother, you and Kenny can wash up first." Stan said as he started for the stairs.
"Are you sure?" Kyle asked, confused.
"Yea, I've always liked little Ike. He's pretty adorable even if he's an ass."
Kyle and I made our way to the bathroom as Stan walked upstairs. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, m eyes landed upon Kyle's open laptop, it showed that three tabs were open and the one visible had my father's old drug dealer Facebook on it. Instantly, Kyle rushed in and closed it, he looked at me and laughed. "Sorry, I tend to study in the bathroom sometimes, I don't get disturbed as much in here."
I stared at him a second, slightly confused until it hit me about what I told him a few days ago after he heard me talking to Damien in the bathroom. "Hey man, I won't judge for looking up porn, every guys gotta have his alone time."
His face instantly broke out in shades of red. "I wasn't looking up porn! I was just researching things!"
"Kyle! Come set the table!" Sheila shouted and he glared at me for a moment before leaving to do so.
The moment he left I pulled open his laptop and quickly changed the profile to another drug dealer of my father's that was now dead. "That solves that." Then I opened one of the other tabs to see a website on treating anger management. I chuckled and deleted the website entire so the third tab became visible. I jaw dropped slightly as I stared at the page.
It was of the news story from nearly nine years ago when Kyle was almost raped by the two perverts. It showed the man that I had killed and the other man I scared away with his tail between his legs. Apparently, he had given a description of me. Although, I was never found, not like the police put much effort in doing so anyway, there was a small sketch drawing that was supposedly me, but looked more like a kid version of Mr. Potato.
"What are you doing Kenny?" My eyes darted from the screen over to Kyle in the doorway, who started to walk towards me, I quickly changed the tab to the drug dealer.
"I should ask you the same Ky. Why are you searching up some of my father's previous drug dealers? Are you trying to ruin your goddamn life?" I asked, trying to play off a sketchy excuse.
His eyes widened. "No! Not at all! I would never even think about doing something so stupid! I just...I felt bad that you were stuck paying off your father's so I was going to try and pay it off for you..." He looked slightly toward the ground.
I laughed uneasily and stood up, closing the laptop. "It's cool, man. I already got it taken care of." He looked up at me a bit shocked.
"How'd you get the money?"
"I had some saved up. Come on let's eat. I'm starved." I walked past him as he stood still for a bit. I could feel his confused stare as I walked into the kitchen where Stan and Ike already were.
Kyle was laying, knocked out, on the couch. He was curled up with a blanket as the TV screen flashed various colors against his skin, I stared and watched him quietly, ignoring the re-run of Terrance and Phillip that Kyle had insisted on watching, only to fall asleep half way through the sixth episode.
He stirred gently in his sleep, mumbling something inaudible that made me break out in a small smile. The colors from the TV bounced off of his face and captured my stare. His red hair fell slightly over his eyes and I was truly stunned at how his hair had gone from a red afro of curls to small, gently flips that laid against his face almost perfectly.
Suddenly, loud laughter came from the TV and my gaze tore from Kyle's face to the screen. Terrance had just finished saying a fart joke that caused them both to crack up laughing. I got up slowly, trying not to disturb Kyle, as Terrance and Phillip continued on with their script. I turned the volume down some more and walked into the bathroom.
The light caused me to blinked and rub my eyes before they adjusted. I pin pointed where Kyle laptop was and opened it, sitting down on the floor and leaning against the floor. It seemed Kyle had deleted all of his tabs and the only thing on the screen was the picture from last year when we all snuck off to California for spring break in Stan's car.
Butters was standing, trying to work the camera, while Kyle and Cartman argued, Stan was getting lectured by Wendy for not bringing her special sunscreen. Bebe was flirting with the, unresponsive Craig, who shielded himself from the blazing sun, under a tree. Clyde and Token were messing with Tweek, trying to convince him the ocean was going to kill him. I stood alone, staring off in the sea, bored out of my mind, until Butters yelled the camera was ready.
He held it up to take a picture, I turned towards him and suddenly felt a small mass jump into my back as everyone else huddled around me, smiling like a bunch of fools. Later, I found out it was Kyle who jumped on my back for the picture and now it was his wallpaper.
I smiled at my surprised face in the picture as Kyle had his arms wrapped around my neck and was smiling like his smile would save the world. I laughed at the memory, but my smile soon faded when I noticed Damien in the background, staring seemingly bored, causing me to remember what he said about Pip and Kevin a few days ago.
I opened a tab and went on Facebook to see if I could find anything on Pip's or Kevin's old Facebook accounts. First, I looked on Pip's account and all it was a picture update from two years ago of some type of black liquid, granted I thought he had died almost ten years ago, so it proved Damien's statement that he indeed wasn't dead. Other than that, there was nothing else. So, I moved to Kevin's page.
There was more activity on his page, more useful information as well. There was a picture posted of Kevin, his ebony hair was longer, and it shrouded over his face a bit. He was hiding his eyes well, and in the background I noticed someone else. Someone with blonde hair that fell down slightly past their shoulder. The person's side view was too broad to be a woman's so I pinned it as a man, then I noticed the old style dark red British clothing he wore.
That couldn't be Pip, no way. I clicked out of the picture and scrolled Kevin's page a big more before coming across a small public chat between Kevin and Bradley Biggle. Bradley was practically begging Kevin to come back, but all he said was for Bradley to privately message and that was the end of that. I pulled up Bradley's page, to only see that his last post was made two hours ago. It was written in some demonic poem that I couldn't understand. I looked around Kyle's bathroom for something to write with and found a pen, then grabbed some toilet paper, gently, copying the poem onto the soft paper before shutting the laptop, exhausted.
I pulled out my phone. It was 2:07am. I opened it and sent a message to Damien, he may be the son of Satan, but it wasn't like I could call on him and he'd appear, if that was the case, he'd be considered a stalker. My hone buzzed almost immediately.
I'll be there in a few hours, don't expect to get much sleep tonight. I have something interesting.
That was all the message said. I sighed and closed my phone before walking back out into the living room, Kyle was still curled up, only moved slightly. I plopped down beside him gently and changed the channel to horror movie, the type of movie Kyle would puke if he even watched for five minutes. I watched the dumb slutty girl walk upstairs towards the noise she just heard, walking right into her death, suddenly she screamed in horror as the killer grabbed her.
"Kenny...don't go..." I instantly stared at the sleeping Kyle as he shivered. The blanket had fallen off of him and onto the floor, he was subconsciously reaching for it in his sleep. "Please..." He whimpered softly. I stared at him, slightly confused, but intrigued as he continued to reach for the blanket.
I picked it up slowly and pulled it up enough for him to grasp and instantly he yanked it out of my hands and into his chest as he quietly cried and held onto it as if he were going to die, but soon enough he relaxed and fell back into his sweet dreams. I was taken back still while I stared at him.
"I'd have to guess he is dreaming about you." Damien said tiredly behind me causing me to jump.
"You're here early." I remarked, pushing aside his comment.
"Yeah, well this seemed more important than dealing with a bunch of drunk idiots complaining about why they were sent to Hell." He motioned for me to follow him outside.
We walked to the side of the house, between Kyle's and Cartman's, Cartman's lights were off it seemed. "So, what did you need me to look at?" I pulled out the paper and he looked at it. He looked concerned as he read it. "Why are you showing me this?"
"It was on Bradley's Facebook page nearly two days after him and Kevin spoke publicly and Kevin told Bradley to message him in private. Can you tell me what Bradley was trying to say? I wasn't the best with English when we were working on deciphering poems."
Damien rolled his eyes. "'Two paths have been laid before me. One full of false beliefs the other full of my every dream.'" Damien quoted one of the lines. "That means he has been given two choices, one of them reality the other is fantasy. 'I picked a path that gleams the darkest, but offers the brightest. I will go forward, no, I will not look behind.' That's him pretty much saying he doesn't give a fuck how other people see his choice, he sees that it is the best option. Also, he is leaving to go for this choice without saying goodbye. 'For now, my true life will begin. My eternity will raise your Hell. Forever you are weak and I am strong.'" Damien stayed quietly after reading the last line allowed.
"What? Is he killing himself or something?" I asked taking the paper from Damien's hands.
"No. You said him and Kevin were talking privately right before he conjured up this shit?" Damien leaned against the side of Kyle's house.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure. If not right before than a few days before. Why? What are you thinking?" I asked reading the poem over again, trying to comprehend as well.
"I think...I'm pretty sure Kevin must have told Bradley about what he is experimenting with right now. Did you find anything else on Bradley's wall?" Damien looked over at me, his arms were crossed and a small breeze rushed by fully exposing Damien's glowing red eyes.
"Not on Bradley's wall, but I did look up Kevin. He has a picture of him and what I believe to be Pip. Other than that, not much of anything else." I shrugged.
Damien shuttered slightly at the mention of Pip's name. "So, that pretty much makes my hypothesis correct. Whatever, Pip did to himself, also happened to Kevin. Now, it seems Kevin is trying to get Bradley to also do so if he hasn't already." He bit he lip a bit before sighing. "Fuck."
"What?" I asked looking around a bit at the dark surroundings, suddenly, remembering what was on Kyle's laptop earlier and the night I killed that man for Kyle. I tried hard to cover up my tracks, I did not need him snooping around again. In other words, I didn't need him contacting that other pervert and starting something up again.
"Kenny!" I jerked up and looked at Damien who's eyes were a bloodthirsty shade now. "Look, I get you're tired, so am I, but I don't need you sleeping on me while I'm trying to explain some serious shit to you!"
"S-sorry." I rubbed my eyes and looked at him, not having enough energy to fight his rude ass. "As you were saying before?"
"It's clear Kevin is trying to start up something he doesn't really know much about. Even I know very little about what they're handling, but it's better to be on the same side. While I was looking at Kevin and Pip's files I noticed that even their relatives were marked off their files meaning, the chances of what their doing could possibly be something very dangerous. It's as if they've erased themselves from their previous lives and started a new one." Suddenly, a heavy rain started to fall down. "The only way to do so it by being possessed by something demonic therefore it makes your soul and your file a false life."
"So, you're saying Pip became possessed by a demon by creating some kind of serum? Then, years later Kevin found Pip and is possessed by this 'demonic serum' and now Kevin is trying to possess Bradley as well? Do you realize how fucking stupid that sounds?" I stared at Damien, too tired to care about his harsh tone.
"You didn't let me finish streetrat."
"Love you too." I commented as he rolled his eyes and continued on.
"The fact that Pip had injected himself with some kind of formula and straight after caused him to go unseen by my radar just shows that it's impossible for any of them to be possessed because I would be able to still see them since demons are creations of my father's just as angels are creations of God's." A flash of lighting lit our surroundings as fast as it left, followed by a loud crack off in the distance.
"Long story short, you have jack shit to tell me to help m, am I right?" I flipped my hair over to the side letting some of the water splash out. "Maybe, we should go talk to your father about this, Damien. He might know something."
Damien quickly looked at the ground and shook his head. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't exactly know too much about this." His voice was quiet.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "You come to me making it a big deal and then expect me to solve everything like some hero?! Hey buddy, it's been almost a decade since I played heroes and bad guys!" Another flash of lighting lit up the sky.
"It is serious, Kenny. When I first lost communication with Pip, my father was the first to hear about it, we didn't think much of it until I looked for him in Hell for years. Then, suddenly, Kevin goes missing and he isn't in my radar anymore. I didn't think much of it until I got my hands on their files When I asked my father to mark their files he didn't seem to care too much to ask why. He just did, but taken back a bit about how the mark was declined. After declaring God must have prevented their cords from being cut, I spoke with him. He couldn't seem to locate Pip nor Kevin. Though God seem slightly more concerned, he said the must be in the death cycle or a stuck spirit. However, they both can be either of those because then, once again, my father would have been able to mark their files as dead." A roll of thunder exploded slowly off in the distance as he started to finish.
I sighed softly. "Well, then I guess it's time to fully explain the situation to your father. Even though you don't want to man, we have to. He might have some useful information that could bring us closer to solving this and saving humanity and such...if it really needs it."
Damien stared hard at me for awhile before nodding in agreement. He suddenly, pulled out his cell phone and tapped the screen. A painful burning sensation washed over me as my eyes squeezed shut. The rain had stopped beating against my body, now all I felt was my skin burning alive slowly.
"Hello, Kenny. It's been awhile since I've last seen you. Living a normal life I see." A familiar voice boomed around me. I blinked and saw Satan standing before me. He was towering over me as he sat at his desk, papers were everywhere and stacked high on his desk.
"You're as busy as ever too, huh?" I asked.
"What is your reason for bringing him here, Damien?" Satan said a bit tired. I tuned out while Damien started explaining the situation.
I eyed the room until I found a couch which I quickly sat down, Satan only giving a small eyebrow raise when I yawned, suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted. I pulled out my phone. 3:46am.
Damn, I really wasn't going to get any sleep. I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, thinking about Kyle and the reasons for him looking into the past. If anything, that should have traumatized the kid, not intrigued him. I had to get him to leave it alone so it didn't cause problems for me later, without him realizing. I can't exactly delete the internet; breaking his laptop was always an option. I chuckled slightly at the thought of the ginger's red face if he found his precious laptop destroyed.
Somehow, I knew the Jew wouldn't give up so easily on his search, by a smashed up laptop. I sighed heavily realizing if Kyle found out it was me who kill the man, and practically saved him from a horrific event, he'd likely dig too deep into me and discover everything about Pip and Kevin as well, then he'd probably end up getting himself killed. I had a gut feeling, whatever Damien and I was dealing with was not something Kyle's brains could fix, it might help and move this along faster, but it all reality he was just a mortal. He really wasn't much help to either side unless Kevin convinced Kyle to join 'The Dark Side'. Damien and I would be pretty fucked if that happened...then again we have Satan on our side and Kyle wasn't the type to join anything against his religion, and whatever Pip and Kevin were doing didn't seem like something Jews would necessarily pour a class of wine to. Did Jews even drink wine?
"Kenny." Satan said pulling my attention away from my thoughts and onto him. I turned my head to the side lazily and stared at him.
"Yea?"
He looked back at Damien. "Although many of the effects seems to be leading up to a false life, I don't think this is it. Damien, Kenny have either of you heard of The False Descent?"
We looked at each other.
"I assumed you didn't. It doesn't surprised me, this was never marked in the bible or anywhere else." Satan pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "It was an event that took place millions of years ago. A man, so consumed with the idea of power, he envisioned ways to countless plots to over through God. Of course, he never succeeded, but he grew fatally ill with a form of cancer. When his life finally ended, he left behind something very crucial to his experiments. Many years after that two boys, hardly the age of thirteen yet, stumbled upon Frostle's work when savaging for animals to kill. The boys, Dreth, the strong one with hair darker than the night sky and Ark, the weak one, who held much intelligence though his ideas were shunned, he was born with red hair. They both were very intrigued in Frostle's experiments and for many weeks, when they were sent out to hunt they instead stayed in Frostle's ground house, researching for countless hours. They too became obsessed with the idea of power."
"So, when does any of this start making sense?" I asked staring at Satan, confused as he chuckled.
"Kenneth, the boy became mad with the want for power, they grew mentally ill. Both of them wanted the power alone, but couldn't gain anything separated. They fought constantly, deeming the other of unworthiness and unfaithfulness to the secret. They continued to work together though and their need for power that kept them together finally paid off. They realized they were going about it wrong, that trying to over throw God was nearly impossible, they had to disrupt the balance between good and evil to throw God off. Both had marked this the False Descent since they were going down, but in reality they would gain power from the evil."
"So, they went after you." Damien said.
Satan nodded. "Indeed, over throwing me would unbalance good and evil therefore not strengthening God, but weakening him."
"Wait." I said stopping him. "Shouldn't God be all powerful again then and control everything if you're gone?"
Damien shook his head. "In order for the world to work, there must be a balance. There will always be good, but with that there will always be bad. If one is tipped lower the other must follow in order to keep things balanced. Knocking my father out of the picture, the bad in the world declines, so in order to balance that God becomes as weak as the bad that is happening." \
"Good, Damien." Satan looked back over towards me. "They boys realized this and quickly started to fondle with the evil of things. With Ark's intelligence and Dreth's they were able to slowly begin to overcome the evil of things and control it."
"Meaning they were mortal, but with demonic abilities." Damien said dumbing it down for me.
"After gaining control over everything evil they could get their hands on without allowing themselves to die, they started to conjure up formulas for immortality. They had to test every serum they made, so they constantly took infants and small children, just in case they did find the right formula, they wouldn't have trouble controlling the immortal." Satan was now had his elbows against the desk and was staring at the two of us.
"Father, why did you not mark them dead before they got too far?" Damien asked.
Satan sat back in his chair and sighed. "Before humans had started to evolve, God and I agreed not to control a human's life span, that it was to be marked on its own. It wasn't until after Ark and Dreth that we decided it was for the best we have the control to mark a human. You see, they did find the immortality formula. God and I watched the boys closely as they took a girl, she went by Valkerin and was only six years of age. The boys were of adulthood already by that time and controlling a girl that was a decade younger than them seemed easy. The moment they injected her with the formula she had disappeared from both God and my radar. We could see the boys, but only for a short amount of time after she disappeared."
"What did you do? Is that the end?" I asked stupidly.
Satan shook his head. "The only way for us to see the three now hidden humans was to appear on Earth. I did just that and soon enough they confronted me. Valkerin was acting as a servant to the boys now and she beamed emotionless. The boys on the other hand smirk maliciously and required some steep request. Of course, I denied them and that resulted in an attack. Apparently, Valkerin wasn't the only one they manipulated. Also, conjuring up demon to aid them and other fallen angels. they used many forbidden powers that allowed them have access to any kind of demonic source and Dreth's strength was able to make all spirits abide by him."
"How did you kill them?" Damien was now sitting against the chair he had conjured up.
"Remember, how I said the boys were mentally ill? Valkerin saw this clearly and she wasn't the time to play servant. She came to God and I saying she would find a way to stop the boy if in the end we'd remove her immortally." Satan spoke with a bit of confusion in his tone.
"Why would she want that?" Damien asked also confused.
"Even to this day I don't know."
"It fucking sucks. That's why." I piped in. "Even if someone is immortal it doesn't make us Superman. We still feel the pain of dying and it's even worse if we are tortured because then the pain carries on for so long and you know even if you end your life, you'll just come back to be tormented again. I can see why she wouldn't want to live with it." I slowly got off the couch and stretched my legs.
"May that be the case or not," Satan began again. "We took her up on her offer. She was able to manipulate the boys minds into not trusting each other even more by talking to each of them alone making false comments about the other one and eventually she brought them to a breaking point. When the day came the boys were tired of waiting and were ready to destroy me; they started conjuring all the demonic sources they could in order to ensure my defeat. However, because of their rigid trust in one another the demons were just as unstable as their relationship. That started an argument between the boys, they started to accuse one another for betray the other. That's when Valkerin made her move. She took Dreth's side and said Ark was secret planning to kill Dreth and gain all the power. This sent Dreth into a rage and in the end he killed Ark for he was much stronger than Ark to begin with."
"How would that end everything?" Damien asked.
"They had a bond with each other since children, never inseparable so when Dreth realized what he had done, not only did the red head's spilt blood cause Dreth to gain all of the power, it overloaded him. His broken mind and heart allowed the overwhelming power to destroy him." Satan finished.
"Hold up, they were bother immortal. How the hell was Dreth able to kill Ark if no one else could?" I put my hands in my pockets and slouched my back slightly.
"They were false immortals. Although they were ignorant in the end, they were stupid. They must have created a way to kill a false immortal just like they created one." Damien sneered.
"That's exactly right. Using a second dosage of the serum was able to destroy Ark by reversing the immortality and resulting in death."
I cleared my throat slowly before speaking again. "So, you're saying Pip might have discovered this False Descent shit, that you didn't think to destroy after Dreth and Ark, a few years later Kevin also is injected with this serum, but only because Kevin joined they are able to start pulling in people."
Damien was silent for awhile as Satan waited for his response. "Pip has never been the one to take control of things...he has always been a gentle soul that would follow people. It's not surprising he didn't do anything with the new false immortality until Kevin showed up."
"Kevin's never been much of a leader either?" I remarked.
He nodded his head at this. "That's very true, but Kevin left South Park in a rage. Just like Pip he grew tiresome of the constant bulling and being the outcast. Now the same goes for Bradley, seems as if Bradley will also be leaving South Park in this blinded rage."
"Well, we have to stop Bradley."
"Wrong." Satan interjected. "Find him ad follow him. He will lead you to Kevin then Pip. As Damien as stated, Pip is a kind soul and he is found of both of you two. He is bound to listen to you and put an end to this."
"What happens if this goes on?" I asked.
"Likely the same events are to take place. I feel incredibly stupid for not realizing. Though, ending this False Descent a second time won't be so easy if it occurs. You, yourself are in danger Kenny. It would only take one dose of that serum to run through your body before you're killed permanently. So, I'm warning you now. End this now boys before it gets too big." Satan's voice wavered a bit as he spoke.
"Why can't you?"
"I can't see them and showing myself to them risks a chance of me being destroyed. That would only fuel their strength even more. So, this is Satan himself asking you personally Kenny. End this."
"What's in it for me?" I raised my head slightly.
"I offer you anything you wish once I see the job is done..." Satan said quietly. "Get him home Damien. He has classes in two hours."
With that I felt Damien tap my shoulder and instantly the burning sensation was subsided as the feeling of cool raindrops fell against my body. I was alone on the side of Kyle's house, I sighed already feeling the knots of stress forming in my back as I started to walk back inside Kyle house. "Fuck my life."
A/N_Soooo much writing and thinking! Boy, am I bad at romantic scenes ;-; oh well! Their romance will pick up soon enough and some pootang will happen soon enough (hehe pootang) Any whoo Sorry this was so long. Tell me if you want the chapters short like the first chapter or long like this one! I'm liking this story so far x3