Sorry for being late! D:

Damien's POV

I showed Christophe the book showing the only name in it, but as he grabbed it I held on so he could see the name without it disappearing. "Where ze live?" Christophe stated bluntly at me. "Here, in Britain as well. We just need an excuse of going over there so we can make this work..." He let go of the black book and let it fell to the floor. "Zo you are really going to fuck ze demon just to bring all these beeches back to ze normal time?!" He yelled out but also trying to to keep his calm.

"Christophe, I got to do this ok? Plus why are you getting all mad about this anyway? It's not like I'm going to butt fuck you too...?" I could slightly notice the pinkish hue through the dark color of his skin. "Ze not getting mad with vous!" He then started to leave the room. "Ze wanted to know...ze will be a ball at ze household of ze demon vous is searching for...Ze child told me..." and he left before I can stop him. So young Ceil says there's going to be a party at their house. Must be a rich guy to even consider inviting that rich brat to come.

I walked out of his room and back down that hall and stopped before the entrance to the tea room, I could see Mole already sitting back down with a cigarette in his mouth, being played around in his lips. "There will be a costume ball at the Trancy household. You may bring your friends but don't be embarrassing." Ceil said letting out a sigh at he looked with his uncovered eye at twitchy Tweek and Clyde, the cry baby.

A masquerade...I actually think luck is on my side today. This will make my task easier. I should tell the guys to help get the plan ready.

Christophe's POV

How can he even imagine himself doing that just to take all of those guys back to the stupid future. Gregory and Pip seem perfectly fine. Send Clyde to Spain to be with those Spanish food eating bastards, I don't care! Maybe destroy that fat ass so he doesn't start a world war early but I don't really care. Damien just can send himself back home...and I wouldn't mind being the only one he takes back as well...

Snap out of Chris...let the stupid demon be. If he wants to fucking butt rape another person, let him! He's not yours...not yours at all. I just have to keep reminding myself that. I don't need anyone in my life. No one has ever wanted to be in my life if it wasn't just for a mission or something stupid like that. Except Damien...even when we were just stupid little children...

*FLASHBACK*

*poke*poke* "Où suis-je?" I groaned softly. I could feel my skin burning from the ground I was laying on but I still felt so cold...and empty. *poke*poke* 'Who the fuck is poking me?' I suddenly feel myself being pulled up by someone. Finally my senses came back to me. I jumped up onto my feet and smacked whoever's hands off me.

"Where's Terrance ze Phillip?! I heet stupid beetchy gaurd dogs!" I suddenly let out a grown as pain started to take over my body once again. Soon I heard another child's voice around me. "Oh I think they're going to die soon and you're in hell. You're dead." I finally looked to the child's direction and it was another little boy, like me except he had a really squeaky and girly voice.

"Zis is hell? It was worse on ze earth then here." The boy just looked at me and smiled. "Yeah it's usually worse down here but since my dark father is soon going to take over the world he's been kind of busy instead of greeting the new guest. So he put me in charge of that." He held out his hand. I was very cautious of grabbing it at first but since he says we're in hell, and by the surroundings I don't think he's wrong, I shook his hand.

"Hi my name is Damien Thorn, welcome to Hell new soul." His girlish voice let out. "Christophe 'Mole' DeLorn, and thanks." He then let go of my hand. "How is it on Earth, up there...I was up there once but I had to come back home." Damien said as he looked up into the big black hole that was the sky that was lined with fire and the bodies of the new black souls fall into it like shooting stars.

"ze zupid war is sheet." I started to feel around my pockets but I couldn't find the pack of cigarettes i had this morning. "Is this what you're looking for? And yes that war...that has been my father's dream since he figured it out." he had a newly opened pack of cigarettes in his small hands and he put it in mine. "Umm thanks, I needed one after being mauled by ze zupid guarrd dogs...I-"

"I hate ze zupid beetchy guard dogs...yes I heard you complain about it the first time." He just cut me off...and made fun of my accent! "At least I sound like ze boy and not ze girl like vous." I snickered at him as I lit up one of the death sticks and placed it into my mouth and took a big puff of it. "At least people can understand me and I don't bitch around every five seconds about some stupid little dog..." Damien said as he flicked it right out of my mouth.

"If you're afraid of dogs like you say you are...please stay away from mine..." He then pointed at a big dark figure out into the distance. I turned around and saw the biggest dog or whatever it was...it had three heads and it was eating people and breathing fire, burning anything that moved around it. I could feel my whole body go limp and my face went cold.

"Yeah...ze think ze better be ze friend..." I chuckled trying not to faint and I could see it amused him. "To tell you the truth, you seemed to be the only one not scared of me and is actually trying to be my friend down here." Damien said as he started to walk along, I didn't stay to far behind because I didn't want to be left alone with the monster of a pet he has in Hell. "Well you iz just ze kid too like me and i zon't want to be mauled by ze monster back there..." I pointed at the demon with people's blood draining from his mouth.

"Just stick with me and nothing bad will happen. So you did just come up from up there right, but you died in the war?" He asked me again. "Oui, I was trying to free te captives but ze know...those beetches got me killed...So what do you do for fun down here?" I took out another cegarette and placed it in my mouth once more, making sure Damien doesn't flick it this time.

"I just walk around do whatever I want really. Burn people's souls, maybe torcher them a little, greeting you." He laughed. "Oui, sounds like we can be friends no?" He just smiled and I just now noticed he was taller than me and he had those big ruby eyes that just seemed to stare down into your soul, I felt naked. "Yah best friends Christophe!"

For a good while me and him just played around and I stopped in between to cuss at the world and god for doing nothing right. I seem to fit well in Hell like Damien says. Other times I had to have a smoke because of my slight liking to them. It's not an addiction, I can stop whenever I want. "Best friends forever right Mole?" he said as he held out his hand for me to shake it. "Oui, friends." and I did shake his hand. It felt like a pact.

Until I stared to be surrounded by a light. Everything in front of me was blurring out but I could still see Damien's face, it seemed to look sad but he seem to wave good bye. "No I belong here! Fucking beetch! Ze zupid god!" I yelled out but I didn't think i could be heard.l God was always ruining my life when it was the best.

Before everything went white, I could barely read Damien's lips before they disappeared in front of me.

'I'll be waiting in Hell...'

Yay! Little!Mole telling his story and what not...

What do you think?

Sorry that I was late...really late!

School you know!?

Où suis-je?= Where am I?