Warning: More sexual references and such.
~Butters' P.O.V~
"Pip… there's no choice." I try to make him realize that this is the only option; if Ruby is going to be saved, that is.
"But… no! She's too young! She'll never forgive me for letting this happen!"
"She will, there is no need to worry! Look, we need to hurry. Whether you want it or not, we'll have to end her life. SOON!"
"You mean kill her! How sickening!" I look down in shame. Yes, when it comes down to it, we are killing her.
"Yes, but it's for the right reasons! You will see Stella as a fairy constantly! Either that, or Ruby will never speak to any of us ever again! Is that what you want? Is it?"
"No, but-
"Enough of this! We need to get Ruby to Kenny! Now! Phillip, Ruby saved your life, the least you could do is help to save her." I nod in agreement, knowing this is what has to be done. "Butters, take me to where that child is. We need to see her." Craig says.
"F-For murder!" Pip shrieks.
"Damien… could you…?" Damien scowls at Craig's implied request, before silently grabbing Pip and dragging him away, presumably to our home. I hope he remembers to go into human form, because our 'parents' will go insane if they see a person such as Damien with Pip.
"PLEASE, LEOPOLD! DON'T TELL THEM!" Pip shouts desperately, but I merely wave him off. Frankly, Ruby is much more important to me than that other girl is. Even I can admit that.
"Alright, we need to get to the hospital. She was hospitalized, correct?"
"Yes. Let us go."
"Should I quickly go and fetch Tweek?" I ask as we pass Tweek's house, stopping for a second, but carrying on when I notice Craig continues walking.
"There's no need for him to come." I raise a brow skeptically.
"But would you not enjoy his company?"
"Of course I would. I just wouldn't want to trouble him." Craig states simply, avoiding eye contact. I frown. Even Ruby, who is barely even conscious, looks puzzled.
"Did you two have a fight? You seemed fine together earlier."
"No, nothing such as that happened. I just wonder…" Craig shakes his head, clearly not wanting to explain. Tough.
"What is it?"
"I just wonder how things could have turned out. I was so close to letting him die. I was going to sacrifice him. In the end, I chose Ruby over him."
"What are you talking about? Just what happened when I wasn't there?" I waver when Ruby holds up a hand, making Craig stop. She gestures for me to come over, much the same as earlier, and holds her hand out. I hesitantly take it, and my vision suddenly deteriorates. After a few seconds, I see a clearing in front of me. Ruby must be relaying the events to me to save Craig the trouble of explaining. When she finally finishes showing me, I stare in confusion at her. "How do you do these things?"
We're fairies, dude. We can do a lot more than you think.
Even if she's physically weakened, there is still absolutely nothing wrong with this girl's mind. We arrive in front of the hospital. A drunk man bumps into me.
"Watch where you're going!" He shouts, waving his bottle angrily. I give him a dirty look, not caring if I'm being disrespectful. The man thankfully ignores my lack of manners and staggers away, bothering a woman.
"We should…" Craig motions to the doors, and I nod. As soon as we step in, a nurse confronts us.
"Dear God, does she need help?" She asks, talking about Ruby.
"Um… yes, please, if you could bandage her." The nurse quickly nods and takes Ruby from Craig, who reluctantly lets go of her. He glowers at me.
"Why in the hell did you say yes?" He hisses, trying to be quiet considering the setting we're in.
"How could I have refused? She was stabbed in the heart for God's sake! Go and distract the nurse while I look for the girl." Craig suddenly sighs in frustration, obviously troubled. Seeing my questionable look, he explains.
"Damien is not here. We need him to kill the girl. If we're going to be humane about this, then it would be best if Damien killed her without harming her. He would just simply make her heart stop."
"Well… we'll think of something. The important thing is to find her. Now go after Ruby while I do just that!"
"You cannot go on your own! If something happens to you Kenny will send me straight to hell!"
"Don't push me. I haven't slept in almost two days." Craig reluctantly nods and runs away into the direction of where Ruby was just taken, almost crashing into a doctor. I shake my head and go upstairs, remembering exactly where the girl's room is. When I go in, her bed is empty, and I gasp. The other patients look at me strangely. I cover my mouth in shock. Is it possible that she has died already?
"May I help you?" A doctor says behind me, concentrated on reading a piece of paper.
"Um… I think I may have the wrong room. Would you happen to know where a girl of the name Stella is residing?"
"Oh, that girl. She died last night."
"But we visited her last night!"
"Well, it must have been afterwards."
"How did she die?"
"We're not completely sure yet. All we know is that her heart merely stopped." I remember Craig's previous words.
He would just simply make her heart stop.
Did Damien kill her? No, that couldn't have happened. We saw him almost immediately after we visited her. And he was with me the entire time until morning. So he could not have done it. I don't understand. Damien is the only one who can do it. Pip said something about him having special scissors.
Just what is going on?
I suddenly recall the frightening, devilish red eyes of the girl I knocked down. "It was you, was it not?" I say to the empty space in front of me. No one answers, or course. Feeling someone approaching behind me, I fearfully scream and turn around.
Craig has his hand out, a second too late to put it on my shoulder. He lowers it, taken aback. "Are you all right? Did something scare you?"
"No, I'm just being silly." I try to reassure him, breathing heavily and quivering. Craig decides to ignore my unusual behavior.
"Did you find the girl?"
"She died last night, apparently."
"What!? How did Damien not notice?"
"I don't know, but-
"DAMN IT ALL! THAT LITTLE WITCH STOLE MY SCISSORS AS SHE HIT ME!" A voice screams behind me. I turn to see a very angry Damien.
~Damien's P.O.V~
"Please, please, Damien! Take me back! I cannot let them-
"Do you ever shut your mouth? Ever since I met you, you've been doing nothing but begging me for things. Just stay quiet for once!" I snap, losing my temper very quickly. Perhaps I should reconsider going back to hell.
"AHHH! AHHHHHH!" Phillip screams, and I immediately turn around, accidentally letting go of Phillip's wrist in the process. A red eyed girl lunges at him, looking hateful. Within seconds, she has pinned him to a tree, and is about to slit his throat with her sword. Before I can stop her, someone else does.
"What are you doing?" Another demon girl appears, laughing in disbelief. Neither of them look a bit the same as me, apart from the black hair and eye color, and they both look about ten, the same as the other girl. The new one is very pretty and dazzling. "Whoa, whoa! No need to kill the boy! He is such a cute fellow, Satara!"
"D-DAMIEN! SAVE ME!" Phillip fearfully shrieks, afraid for his life. Honestly, I am just as worried as he is. But is isn't as if I care about his well-being. It's just…going back to hell…
"Let him go." I tell 'Satara' strictly. She ignores me and looks at the other red eyed girl.
"That's all you fucking care about! Looks and sex!" She shouts at her. I frown. The newly introduced girl must be the lust one. And the one trying to kill Phillip is most likely the wrath one. The one that caused Ruby to be possessed.
"Well, yes. Since nothing else actually matters, of course." The lust girl shrugs smugly.
"Asilynn, you are such an ugly cow." 'Asilynn's' expression immediately turns from a look of flattery to one of brutality.
"You're the fucking cow, you short-tempered dog! None of the seven of us even wants you as a partner! The only reason I'm even here with you is because Levania, my partner, is busy with her personal affairs!" Satara takes her sword away from Phillip's neck and leaps at Asilynn. They roll around on the ground, clawing at each other murderously.
Phillip quickly flees from the tree, clinging to my arm in fear. I take hold of Phillip and bitterly wait for them to stop fighting each other; but when they don't, I warn Phillip, before stomping my foot on the ground as hard as I can. It makes the ground shake, and the two demon girls stop attacking each other and look up.
"Who are you all, and why are the seven of you here?" I ask, not bothering to be polite and introduce myself. Being kind to one girl who just tried to kill my human, and another one who is trying to flirt with him; both are not my top priorities.
"Why the fuck should we have to tell you!?" Satara shrieks angrily, trying to get away. Asilynn winks at Phillip, also trying to run off. But, too bad for them, I grab both of their cloaks and rip them off. They gasp and turn around, both automatically shooting up one hand to their necks in order to hide their collars.
"Don't bother with the cover up. I know what you are." They both frown and lower their arms, revealing Satara's red collar, and Asilynn's dark blue collar. Satara is wearing a blood red dress that is very boring, and looks fairly easy to move around in. Her hair is up in a messily-done pony tail, most likely to keep her hair out of the way as she attacks people. Asilynn is another story entirely. She may have made herself look cute and perky, but upon closer inspection, I notice she isn't particularly good-looking. She isn't ugly, but is still fairly plain. Her dress isn't fancy or anything, but it is nothing like Satara's. It looks cheap, with many custom frills and bows sewn onto it. It is a nice sapphire blue color, and a bit on the short side. Her hair is clasped into a loose bunch with some hair pins, but it strangely looks grown up. Despite some flaws, this girl has succeeded in making herself look attractive. She must have had much practice when she was a human, to be this effective. Perhaps she was a child prostitute.
Asiylnn smile slyly, admitting defeat. "Alright, you've caught us, dear Damien. I'm terribly sorry for allowing this monstrosity " She sends a dirty look to Satara. "To attack your lovely Phillip."
"One of your companions threatened me last night."
"Oh, silly Lucia," So the proud one's name is 'Lucia'. "She wasn't in a very good mood last night." Though Asilynn is acting very polite, the flirty smirk on her face tells me all. Though I don't think she intends it, she has automatically started to sweet talk me in order to get into my pants. "I'm afraid that you'll need to be careful from now on, Damien. I wouldn't want to have to hurt you or this little gift." She smiles at Phillip in a sickeningly-sweet way. "Darling Phillip, please take this as a token of apology for Satara's foolish actions. Be careful, every rose has it's thorn." She pulls a beautiful blue rose out of nowhere and gives it to him. As she pulls away, she whispers in my ear, "There's a lovely aphrodisiac in the flower. Just have him sniff it." I grimace at her. Asilynn suddenly blinks in astonishment and takes several steps back, looking at the two of us properly. "My God…" She breathes deeply. "You two make a brilliant couple!" She says, putting her hands to her cheeks in shock. Her mouth is in a ridiculous '0' shape. I frown, flushing slightly in embarrassment. I don't want to be thought of in that way with Phillip!
"No thank you for the compliment. Phillip, let us go. You need to get home." I pull Phillip away from the girls, not wanting him to be anywhere near them. Especially Satara. She seemed to want to attack Phillip for no reason. And what the hell did Asilynn mean about me having to be careful from now on? Is she implying a warning? These red eyed girls are going to be trouble, and I know it. "Listen to me, Phillip. If you ever see one of those girls again, and I'm not around, run. Understand?"
"But Asilynn was so kind…" Phillip actually looks hesitant.
"She was kind because she wanted to rip off our clothes then and there, alright? Now look, those girls are demons from hell. They are dangerous and cruel, and I do not want you going near any of them. Especially since they seem to be after me. In other words, they are after you as well. Do you hear me?"
"Yes…" I notice Phillip is walking slower than usual.
"What's wrong now, you pathetic human?"
"No… it's just all coming back to me. The events of today, the fact that I'm half-fairy…" Phillip covers his mouth. "I'm going to be…" I immediately understand and guide him over to the side of the road. I impatiently tap my foot as I wait for him to finish being sick. But after a short while, unable to bear the sounds of his pain, I walk over and hesitantly pat his back. As he starts coughing as a result of the vomiting, I finally realize Phillip is crying.
"Huh? What are you crying for, you weakling?" Phillip cries harder, and I instantly understand that putting him down isn't going to stop this pathetic wailing. "Would you just stop? It's irritating me!"
"My lovely mother and father died protecting me, and now… I have no one! No one loves me!" I frown, seeing that he is clutching the rose so hard that his hand has started bleeding. Snatching the rose from him, I see his blood on it.
"Will… WILL YOU STOP IT!?" Phillip looks at me, sniffling. "I detest it when you cry! Now come, you need to get home, and go to damn bed!"
"…" Phillip still looks heartbroken, and I know I'll have to say something kind to make him feel better. You may ask 'Well, why do you care whether he's sad or not?' The answer is simple. Would you prefer a moochy, unhappy, soppy little boy, or a upbeat, happy, logical young man? I would have chosen the former a decade ago, but since I need to have this child by my side these days, the latter would be the least irritating option. So I'll have to say something that'll make him happy. Think, Damien, think…
"When Asilynn said that thing," Phillip looks at me inquiringly, still crying slightly. "That thing where she said that we make a good couple," Phillip nods, bracing himself for criticism. "When she said that, I was actually… slightly happy." I quickly walk ahead as I see Phillip's surprised face. He runs after me, trying hard to keep up.
"Did you honestly just say what you think I said? What did you say? Repeat yourself!" I shake my head in embarrassment, shoving my hands in my pockets and closing my eyes miserably. What pisses me off is the strangest thing has occurred. When I lie, a feeling of satisfaction always passes through me. But right now, all I feel is resentment. And the strangest thing of all is… I only feel resentment when I tell the truth.
As soon as Phillip steps through the door, he is confronted by his frantic aunt. I notice him brace himself for a lecture.
"Phillip! Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
"I-I'm sorry, I was-
"You were what? Walking around in misery the way you always do? Why don't you find some friends? What you do is always so-
"What he was doing was finding out what species he was, ma'am. You no longer need to lie to him about his parents. Come along, Phillip." I grab him by the back of the collar and drag him up the stairs, not letting him explain to his aunt who I am. She isn't worth my time, as far as I'm concerned.
When we get to his room, Phillip immediately finds a small vase and puts the flower in it. "I'll have to get some water for it later."
"You're actually going to keep that flower?"
"Yes, of course." I frown in disbelief.
"But… that thing gave it to you."
"Yes, and it is very pretty, so why let it rot and go to waste?" Phillip's words remind me of Asilynn herself, but I'd rather not say anything. Why not let Phillip be his gullible self and believe she is a kind, innocent person?
"Your hand is bleeding." I observe, gesturing towards the hand he was clutching the rose with.
"Oh. I did not even notice." Phillip smiles sheepishly and finds a bandage in his drawer. I snatch it from him, calmly unfolding it.
"I'll do it, so just sit down, half-breed."
"Is that what you're going to call me now, instead of 'human'?"
"Yes. That, and 'the stalker'." I meant to offend him, but Phillip just chuckles. He looks at me with one of his genuine smiles, and I avoid his eyes.
"What do you use to end a person's life?" He asks, seeming sincere.
"I… use a pair of special scissors to cut a string." I asnwer, concentrating on wrapping the fabric around his wounded palm.
"A string?"
"God gave you life. You have a string attaching you to him, which is allowing you to live. I have to cut it when the time comes for every human." I explain bluntly, giving the final knot an extra good tug.
"I see," Phillip nods in understanding, then suddenly sends me a glance of great interest. "Are you able to see my string?"
"Ah," I take extra care in looking for it, since Phillip is a special case. Fairies are not among the living, so they do not have strings. Since he is half-fairy, I'm not completely sure if he has one. But there it is between us, clear as day. "It's here. Right in front of you."
"Am I able to see it?" Phillip asks, squinting. I almost laugh at him trying so hard.
"No."
"Um… could I?" I solemnly stare at him, before sitting down next to him and taking hold of his unhurt hand. I have to touch him for it to work.
"Here it is." I declare, reaching out and pulling it with my finger. Phillip's eyes widen at the sight.
"It's so pretty!"
"Yes, well, you are still a child. It'll get more grey as you grow." If you grow, that is, half-breed. I feel like slapping myself for thinking such a cruel thing, but ignore it. What I think is true. There is most likely not even one being who knows the life span of a half-fairy.
"Damien, what were those collars?"
"What?" I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Phillip.
"Those collars that Asilynn and Satara were wearing. What were they?"
"Oh, those. They were collars that all demons have to wear when they go to hell. Humans change into demons once they enter hell."
"What is their purpose?"
"There's a spike lodged on the inside of it. They have a poison in them that prevents rampages from new arrivals. Their purpose is basically the same as a dog on a lead."
"Did you wear one when you were in hell?"
"Of course."
"So they took it off? Did it leave a mark?" I don't answer, but instead undo my tie and begin to unbutton the first two buttons of my black shirt.
"What are you doin- oh my God! Did it hurt?"
"When I first got the collar stuck in it was unbearably hot. But over all the years I grew used to it. Can you imagine the cold I felt when it was ripped off? I can tell you this, it hurt more than anything." I hiss, preferring not to remember.
"So then a yes." I growl at Phillip, but he laughs it off. I quickly grab his wrist as he reaches out to touch the dark black hole where the spike was.
"Do you want to lose a damn hand?"
"N-No." I shove him away, standing up and putting my tie back on. "Just go to damn bed."
"I cannot in these clothes!"
"Well then fucking change them!" I snap, folding my arms arms a swiveling around. Phillip does as he's told. I turn back around when I hear him getting under the covers.
"Will you stay here with me?"
"No." I answer simply, preparing to leave. Phillip grabs my jacket as I attempt the escape. I look down to yell at him, but his pleading eyes have me in three seconds flat.
"Oh, for God's sake. This is a one time thing. Remember that you promised me earlier today you would buy me some chocolate. And go to school." I tell him grouchily, sitting cross-legged next to the bed.
"Yes, I remember." I silently wait though all Phillip's tossing and turning, until I finally hear steady breathing, indicating that he is asleep. Hearing something appear, I murderously pull out my dagger and prepare to attack the stranger.
"Whoa, Damien, it's me!" The person shrieks. Or actually, not a person at all. It's Alastair, a demon that I knew while in hell, and one of Satan's most loyal servants. We were never very fond of each other. "Long time no see."
"What do you want? I see you have a lovely human body now."
"I merely came to see what you were doing. Your father's watching you very carefully, you know."
"I assume he's using those seven girls as tools for that."
"Ha, so you noticed them!"
"Be quiet. And yes, what fool wouldn't notice those loud abominations."
"Hmph, well, they have their reasons. But tell me, what is this child to you, Damien?" I glower, not completely sure if I should answer.
"…My wife. It's my wife."
"Your wife? What nonsense!" Alastair cackles at my answer and makes a move to stab Phillip with a knife. In a flash, I've grabbed the blade of the knife and prevented it from touching Phillip. I glare hatefully straight ahead of me, not even bothering to look at the thing I'm directing my hatred at. "I would really fucking prefer if you refrained from doing that." I say quietly, using the darkest voice I have. The voice I used to use in hell.
"What has happened to you, Damien? You previously would have loved this opportunity."
"…Times change."
"Oh, bullshit. Go on, Damien. Kill him. No one's going to stop you." Well, what do you know? This is the second time today someone has said that very thing to me.
"…"
"Kill him, Damien." I hold my knife and raise it above Phillip's chest; Alastair smirks at the sight in accomplishment. Little does he know my true intentions. I grip the dagger with all my strength and stab Alastair right in the chest. He gasps, mostly from shock, and falls to the floor. With one hand over Phillip's ear, I speak quietly. "You can go and tell my father what you want when you get back to hell. There's only one thing I want you to make sure you tell him. I'm not going to fucking kill this boy. And nothing will change my mind." I smile evilly at his quivering, afraid body. "Oh dear, are you afraid of me?" I ask, preparing my knife.
"N-No, please, forgive me for-
"You know me, Alastair. I never forgive."
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