~Pip's P.O.V~
"Tammy, I'm terribly sorry. Those two left so suddenly…" I apologize to my companion as we walk out of the restaurant. She shakes her head, smiling brightly.
"No, no, I'm sure they had their reasons. It was still the best supper of my life, and-
Tammy feels around her coat, obviously realizing that she's missing something, "My packet of biscuits!" She exclaims, distressed.
"Oh dear, that isn't good. Perhaps you should," I watch as she runs in the direction of the woods without another word. "Chase them…" I turn around, watching my aunt and uncle speaking about something. Uncle sees me, and I immediately fall victim to his stern gaze.
"Phillip, we are departing home. Come." He commands, gesturing for me to walk with them. I remain standing still, "Phillip, what is it?
Come."
"No, I must meet someone." I explain, beginning to fidget.
"Who on Earth would you be meeting? Is this more of that 'fairy' ridiculousness?"
"It is a given, sir!" I protest, beginning to feel defensive.
"A given? You outrageous boy! Hold your tongue!" This is enough, "You are to put your elders first, before your stupid fair- ARE YOU TRYING TO CALM ME DOWN WITH THOSE SILLY POWERS OF YOURS!?" Oh no, it seems I've been caught. I spin around and begin to run away, unable to think of another solution. "Phillip, come back here!"
I ignore my uncle and bolt across an intersection, but thank goodness no one nearly hits me. My uncle tries to chase me, but I catch a glimpse of him being blocked by a carriage. I take the moment to escape, running around a few street corners. Stopping outside a pub, I pant for breath. My uncle is one of the people I truly fear in this world; that's the reason I was so calm when I first met Damien and he completely lost his temper with me. Damien was merely not as frightening. I blink down at the blue shackle connected to my foot, glancing around, worried that someone, somehow, is able to see as well. People continue bustling past, taking no notice of me or the chain I see on the ground. I watch as people's feet travel straight through it, fascinated. The chain travels into another pub across the street, indicating that Damien is there. Strange; he must actually be busy if he was not around when I finished my meal.
"Hohoho! This boy is unbelievable!" I barely hear a man exclaim, while laughing. I turn fully towards the pub, staring. It can't be…
"AH!" I shriek when two of the demon girls appear either side of me, both of them grabbing my arms and beginning to pull me across the street. One is the 'greed' girl, Madeline, and the other is the one that possessed Kenneth that time. She looks more reluctant than Madeline. They are both clearly in human form. "What are you doing? Release me!" I hiss at them, trying not to make a scene. They both ignore my objections, pulling me into the pub, through crowd, and nearly slam me into a table. Ah, now I see. It seems that Lucia and Damien are gambling, and neither will give in due to their pride. Lucia smiles at me evilly.
"There he is! Little Phillip," She wraps my hand in both of her's almost appreciatively, keeping her eyes on me. I gasp inwardly and watch her, eyes wide. She looks so corrupted and broken and fierce that it frightens me. If that is what hell does to you, then I refuse to go there, nor think about how Damien must have previously acted. "I wonder how you feel after-
"Phillip. Here." Damien says to me, gesturing next to him. I nod and obey, hurrying away from the girls. They allow me to go, resuming their places next to Asilynn. All three of them are staying completely still, keeping their eyes on the floor, while Lucia stares at Damien hatefully, her hand still in mid-air. "Do not leave my side tonight. They may try to kill either of us." He warns me quietly, and I nod.
"Of course." Damien nods back, looking at Lucia again.
"You win. I must take this boy home. Bask in your glory." He tells her icily, standing up. I notice his swayed movements (he must have been drinking) and clutch to his arm to steady him. "We're leaving." He states, putting his arm around my shoulders and trying to guide me out of the pub. Many men and waitresses watch in disappointment, upset that he gave up so easily.
"Why so suddenly?" Lucia appears in front of us, smirking. We pause. "Are you afraid we're going to hurt Phillip, Damien? Well, I can reassure you, we haven't been given the permission." I read the look in her eyes, and catch the tiny hint of deception.
"SHE IS LYING!" I shout frantically, afraid of how many there are here. Damien ducks quickly, and a different girl (that must have been hiding) flies over him and goes crashing to the floor. It is Satara, the 'wrath' one. I eye her sword carefully.
Damien lunges at Satara, angered. She snatches up her sword and tries to attack him again, but he grab her arm, pulls her up, and flings her away painfully, towards the other girls. Lucia watches in shock. "You are a mere fairy. How-
"I am not 100% fairy, you fool." Lucia's eyes widen. "Satan failed to tell you that he was merciful enough to leave half of my demon abilities in me. And my abilities was all seven of you combined. I am worth three and a half of you!" He speeds over to Lucia so quickly that I barely catch sight of it, and he kicks her to prove it. She tumbles onto the floor, astounded. "Come, Phillip." Damien ignores the stares of many drunk men. They will not question what I do. Even though they respect me now, I know there isn't one person who would find it pleasing to get caught up in a half-fairy's troubles.
Damien turns around, taking hold of my hand and pulling me out of the pub once and for all. I don't say anything until we eventually reach the outskirts of the village. "…Why did you never tell me that?"
"I never felt the need to." He answers simply.
"I see; you don't have to worry, Damien. Do not force yourself to tell me anything you don't want to."
"…You were put with me because you are also a half-fairy. Two half breeds. God knew what I was going to be, and paired you with me."
"He did it because he loved us."
"If you say so."
"Damien, I honestly do not appreciate the way you treat the Lord! As if He's… some kind of fantasy!"
"Oh, be quiet, you ruffian. I have improved greatly; I even somewhat respect him these days." My mouth drops open and I stare at Damien as we walk in the darkness.
"Eh? Why?"
"…Well he gave me you." Damien shrugs, shyly avoiding my gaze.
As he opens the front door for me, Damien whispers, "You will ignore what they say. Do not answer back at all." I nod submissively, knowing that nobody in their right mind would try to do something to me if Damien was present.
"Phillip, is that you?" My aunt peeks around the door frame to the living room, alarmed. I ignore her as Damien wanted. The latter puts his hand on my shoulder and begins to guide me upstairs.
"Phillip!" I freeze upon my uncle's voice, afraid. Damien notices how uncomfortable I feel and turns around, making himself visible to glare at my guardians. They both stop upon his deadly stare, not saying anything. Damien turns back around and continues bringing me up the stairs, uncaring of how the adults are reacting.
"If they do not leave you alone to your own devices from now on, then I will kill them." Damien declares, pushing me into my room and closing the door. Leopold and I have been recently allowed to have separate rooms; auntie managed to convince my uncle. I don't know what reasoning she gave him, but I have a good idea of what her intentions were. God, so humiliating. Kenneth and even Damien couldn't stop snickering for three days.
"You ought to sleep. It's getting late."
"It's not even nine yet!"
"All the better. More sleep."
~Damien's P.O.V~
I sit down on the floor, staring out the window as Phillip changes. It feels as if someone is watching us. I narrow my eyes, barely making out a shadow in the bushes, trying to see a string of life. No such thing is there. This being is a not a human. A fairy or demon is watching us; gods and reapers are not visible to anyone but themselves. "Phillip." My human turns to me, barely finished with his buttoning.
"Yes?"
"Try not to look alarmed. Someone is watching us. What are they feeling towards us? What emotion?" Phillip, after a few seconds of stunned silence, glances out the window. I watch him read the suspect the same way he would read a book.
"Curiosity, surprise, alarm, jealously, hatred, sadness, regret. In that order."
"Who would feel in that way towards us?"
"There are many people who could," Phillip shrugs. "But oh dear, I wonder who it is." I glower outside once again, unable to detect the figure.
"Tch," I face Phillip again, "They're gone. Saw that we noticed them."
"Will we die?" He suddenly asks worriedly, taking me by surprise.
"Of course not. Where did that come from?"
"We nearly got killed at that pub today. Not to mention you storm off quite often. What if…?"
"If you think I'm going to let them get their hands on you, then you're absurd! Fool! Stupid! Are you mad?"
"But you are not listening! What if they approach me when you aren't around?"
"Phillip, we've been over this! If you see one, you run! Or better yet, fly! You're a half-fairy!"
"I cannot fly that well yet! Not so suddenly!"
"Stop shouting at me!" I snap, and Phillip shuts his mouth. I run a hand through my hair in frustration as he sits down on the bed stiffly. After a few seconds, I sit next to him. I grab his shoulder and make him face me, but, knowing that I'm going to kiss him, he ducks away and glares at me.
"I detest it when you do things such as that." He says, shuffling uncomfortably.
"Do what?"
"Romantic gestures that are lies. Not mutual." My eyes widen in outrage. "I… I love you, but… you don't love me. So why in the hell do you even bother?" I stand up abruptly, angered.
"Well then perhaps I won't from now on, half-breed! Ungrateful swine! Empty-headed fool! I will not protect you from those witches! Do not ask anything of me!" I yell at him, jumping out the window.
"JUST LIKE SO! STORMING OFF EVERY DAY!" I hear him shout back behind me. I ignore him and storm away, upset. Phillip thinks I don't love him? I've… I've loved him since I've seen him! I'm just the stubbornest person that has ever come into existence, and I don't know how to bring it up. Curse my inexperience! And has Phillip not noticed the damn faint, but still glowing, red chain!? I've been waiting to tell for for four days, but now he's ruined it all! Unbelievable.
"Fool! Such a fool!" I hiss to myself, grounding my teeth in frustration. I stomp through the woods, stumbling at a sudden dent in the ground.
"You right, Damien?" I hear Craig ask, and lift my head up. He doesn't look very lively. But then again, it's Craig. Not much to be expected.
"…"
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be watching your human?"
"I could say the same for you." I reply, folding my arms and leaning against a tree."
"Shut up!" Craig suddenly screeches, glaring.
"It isn't my fault your human is angry at you. It seems that we're in the same situation."
"My human is not the same as yours."
"Stop calling Phillip human. He's half-human."
"Oh pardon me," Craig says sarcastically, "For missing that tiny detail. Tweek is angry because of something I accidentally said; Phillip is angry because you say harmful things on purpose, correct?"
"…You know nothing. What did you say to your precious Tweek?"
"God, we were just both in bad moods, and got into an argument about how we were speaking to each other. And then came the insults."
"So you crossed Tweek's boundary line?"
"Basically."
"Ah. Well, I didn't say anything to make Phillip angry. He just assumes that I don't love him, and is distressed about it."
"Wait, so you do?"
"I…" Thinking for a few seconds, I nod to confirm it. "I do."
"Then you should have just assured him of that, stupid."
"You know I've never loved anyone! Ever! What the flipping fuck am I supposed to say?"
"Damien, you can be so thick. A simple 'I love you' would suffice. A boy such as Phillip would be happy with that."
"I've never once said such a thing. How could I-
"Damien,"
"And even if I say it, he would never belie-
"Damien!"
"He would never believe me! Not to mention that I would sound so ridicu-
"DAMIEN!" I finally look up at Craig, "You're just trying to avoid this because you're nervous. You fear rejection." My mouth drops open, and I feel my face redden immensely.
"I am not nervous! I-
"Damien, just shut your mouth. Let go of that pride and accept that you are under Phillip's spell. You are beginning to worry about him hating you, and realize that he will not automatically love you under your hurtful ways."
"I would never think in such a stupid way!" I shriek in defense, feeling helpless.
"Think about all the things you've said to him. Think about how you would feel if he treated you in the fashion that you've treated him from the beginning." Though I do not want to, I recall my first proper meeting with Phillip, and I cover my mouth in shock. "You see now? You've been-
I cut him off, swiftly turning around and stalking back towards Phillip's home, in a frantic trance. Stumbling out of the trees and bushes, I hover over to Phillip's window, clambering in noisily. I find my footing on the floor, quickly approaching his sleeping frame. He's been crying very recently, so he must have just shut his eyes a few moments ago. I raise a trembling hand to gently stoke his hair. This thing – no, this person is too precious. I can't believe I… I…
I threatened to kill him when we first met…
I tried to murder him on three separate occasions…
I hired Christophe to do it as well…
I called him countless names…
I told him to always walk in the opposite direction of me because I refused to see him…
I refused to acknowledge it whenever I helped him…
I put him down for loving me…
I insulted him for it…
I called him a fool…
"I'M THE FUCKING FOOL!" I shout to myself, collapsing onto my knees, a tear escaping my right eye. I use my left arm to brace myself from falling further, but use my other hand to cover my eyes. I cannot bear the fact that I'm crying the way some kind of weakling would. This isn't the usual Damien. It's unheard of.
Phillip stirs, peeking at me through cracked eyelids. I barely notice him, folding my arms on the bed and continuing to weep. "What is… what…?" Phillip murmurs so quietly that I barely hear him. My head snaps up to stare him out. He doesn't look saddened upon seeing me this way, nor surprised, since he's still angry with me. He blinks at me for a few seconds, before sleepily shutting his eyes again. He hand snakes out from the warmth of the blanket, and it clasps one of mine comfortingly. I tightly entwine his fingers in mine, appreciating the kind gesture. Also shutting my eyes, I soon feel a strange senssation take me over. What is it?
Ah… this is…sleep…
~Butters' P.O.V~
"Shouldn't we have waited for my brother?" I question Kenny, glancing around my shoulder doubtfully.
"Damien would murder us. You know he detests it when we barge in when he's alone with Phillip."
"But he'll be late for school at this rate…"
"Well that's his choice. Never you mind, Butters." I nod in agreement. I'm still a bit taken aback that Kenny was so angry last night. What set him off was being reminded of that girl that broke his heart when he was a human. And then I accidentally mentioned my damn parents. And to top it all off, Kenny said he would even kill Tammy if she came between us. I don't understand – is Kenny willing to take such extreme measures? "What is it? What are you staring at me for?" He asks skeptically.
"Nothing. Just staring." I shrug, taking my eyes away from him.
"…If you say so." As we make it to the school, Kenny sees Craig standing at a distance. "I'm going to scold Craig. Be good to your teacher, alright?"
"I'll attempt it." Kenny leans down and gives me a quick peck on the cheek, before marching over to Craig. I watch him hold his hands out in confusion and outrage. Craig looks as if he doesn't want to speak about it. I sigh, turning around and making my way over to a dejected looking Tweek.
"Leopold!" I narrow my eyes at the voice, halting. Tammy jogs over to me from another group of girls, who are staring in interest. I envy her; she's slightly taller than me. "Leopold, I was hoping to speak to you."
"…And? What do you want?" I grumble, keeping my eyes on the ground.
"I'm terribly sorry for barging in on you and Kenneth's private moment together." Tammy looks embarrassed.
"Oh, not at all." I tell her flatly. "If that is it, then I'll be-
Tammy grabs my arm as I attempt to walk away. "Please wait! Leopold, do you… do you truly love Kenneth?" I flush and stare at her with wide eyes.
"Wh-What?"
"Please tell me. Do you?"
"Well, of course I do." I run a hand through my hair, staring at her in outrage.
"I'm interested in your fairy, Leopold." She suddenly declares.
"I know. I'm not stupid." I say after a while, feeling a bit sick.
"I request that you give up your feelings for him. It would be best if you were only friends, the two of you. I think I would suit him much better."
"Huh? I'm afraid it's vice-versa, Tammy. You do not understand – Kenny and I were chosen to be together by the Lord."
"Yes, of course you should be together, but only in a friendly manner."
"You're wrong." We both turn surprised eyes on Tweek. He lifts up his hanged head, glaring at her. Has he been listening the entire time? "Miss, you are being so foolish. Leopold and Kenneth were chosen to be romantic types. It is absolutely, one hundred per cent impossible for them to have any other feelings for each other. To think that you can change it… you're wasting your time. I'm sorry." I open my mouth, before shutting it again and nodding.
"What Tweek says is true, Tammy. I apologize for failing to inform you. Tweek, come," I pull Tweek away from her, and we face the schoolhouse. "Why did you step in back there?"
"Because… well, she seemed to be creating tension between you and Kenneth. It must feel terrible."
"I see, thank you. I've noticed that you are in a bit of a dilemma with Craig."
"Yes, well, we had a bit of a quarrel." Tweek cringes, before sighing sadly.
"Pip told me during supper yesterday that he went to Kyle's house while you were in school. That's unusual."
"We had the fight during dinner." IT'S CALLED LUNCH!
"So rare. What was it about?"
"Oh, just a silly argument. But things got serious when I asked 'If I can be such a hassle, why do you even bother?' and he said… he said 'I don't know why half the time. You have no idea how embarrassed I am that you're my human sometimes!'." Tweek hangs his head, his shoulders slumping.
"Oh dear. That must have hurt. What did you do?"
"I told him that I didn't want to see him any longer, and stormed away. He obeyed me and didn't follow, and shouted that he was going to Kyle's, and to not follow him either. And we went our separate ways."
"Haven't you spoken at all?"
"No."
"Eh…" I watch Craig and Kenny have a heated conversation, both of them scowling. The teacher appears and rings his little bell. Dear Lord, how I despise that thing. I decide to actually try, and greet the teacher. "Good morning, sir." He looks taken aback.
"…Good morning, Leopold." After the entire class takes their seats, the teacher begins the lecture.
Pip comes in about an hour later, not even rushing. He looks the same as Tweek. Gloomy. What's more, he's in his fairy form, and visible to everyone. Perhaps he was practicing his flying. The form makes him look so… beautiful, I have to say. Everyone gasps and whispers about his lovely new white outfit, and more, his wings. He realizes what is and quickly changes back to his original form, earning several disappointed glances.
"Phillip! What on Earth are you thinking, arriving here so late?" The teacher demands, in the middle of drawing a diagram on the board.
"…Terribly sorry. Will not happen again, sir." He says, slowly walking over and taking his seat next to me. I blink down at my slate, not saying anything.
"It definitely will not happen again. Phillip, you are to stay after school today and collect all the firewood for tomorrow!" My eyes widen. The fireplace in here is large. It needs a lot of firewood to keep us all warm. I finally glance at Pip, and immediately feel sorry for him. He isn't his usual, lively self. He's sitting completely still, hanging his head and staring blankly at nothing. He must have had a fight with Damien. I know, because I would feel the exact same way if I was in such a situation with Kenny. I can't bear to see Pip or Tweek suffering in such a way. I stand up loudly.
"Sir, I will atone for Phillip by accepting his punishment upon myself. I will stay back after school. My brother has important things to do."
"What? Nonsense, Leopold. Phillip is the one who needs to be disciplined."
"Yes, I know, but do not forget what he is. Since his revelation as a half-fairy, he is expected to do work as well as all the other fairies. I think that is more important than collecting firewood."
"…Very well then. Leopold, remain after class." I nod, taking my seat. Pip stares at me, open mouthed.
"You lied for me," He whispers, in shock.
"You had better make up with Damien now, you daft thing." I murmur, getting back to my work.
"Class is dismissed." Many students cheer, standing up and chatting with their friends as they walk out. Tweek and Pip both leave as well, still looking distressed. "Erm," The teacher stands in front of me awkwardly. "Collect at least six large piles in your arms. That should be enough. If I come in the morning and see that you haven't collected any, or enough, then you will be severely punished."
"Mm. Alright, sir. Will do." The teacher nods, getting his coat and things, quickly leaving. Kenny peeks in, and once he sees me, walks in.
"Did you misbehave again?" He asks, glancing around to make sure the teacher isn't coming back.
"No, consider this a damn favor for Pip."
"A favor?"
"Yes, a favor. Kenny, please wait here. I won't be a minute getting my first pile of firewood."
"Hm? Firewood?"
~Kenny's P.O.V~
I watch as Butters leaves the schoolhouse, surprised. A favor for Phillip? How absurd. Butters is not the type to grant favors. I sigh, striding towards the teacher's desk and sitting on it. I'm not fond of him; he has treated Butters much too harshly. Hearing the door open again, I look up, thinking it's my human. No such luck.
"Oh, Kenneth, what are you doing here?" Tammy smiles politely, fetching something she forgot from her row. I ignore her, staring at the door blankly. I promised Butters I wouldn't acknowledge her at all, and I intend to keep that promise. "I forgot this," She holds up a pretty gold watch. It isn't a special fairy one. It looks very old and rusty. "Aren't I a fool?" She asks.
"…" I glare down at the floor, still keeping silent.
"Kenneth? Are you listening?" I hear her approaching footsteps, and inwardly curse. "Kenneth?" I still ignore her. "Pft," She bends down, trying to look me in the eyes; I avoid her stare, "Did Leopold tell you to ignore me? Is he that jealous?" I feel the urge to lash out and tell her that she's wrong, but I just cannot. "Why don't you just do what you want?"
Because he's the first priority, you daft girl!
"Why would you choose a boy such as him over a girl?" Tammy sighs. "I know I'm a peasant, and that I'm too impolite and stick my nose into other people's business, but I truly like you. I, erm, I would do anything to keep you happy. And besides, we obviously have much more in common with each other, and we are very compatible." I think for a few seconds. If I was still a human, this would be considered. Honestly, Tammy would have been the ideal girl for me. But I'm not a human. Tammy is not the ideal girl for me. She's a burden. A threat.
"…"
"Kenneth, for God's sake!" Tammy shakes me by the shoulders, but I stand strong, not making eye contact. I inwardly shriek when she begins to lean forward, but no… no, I cannot acknowledge her, I cannot…
"Kenny, what are you doing…?" I hear Butters suddenly ask, and Tammy & I both turn surprised eyes on him. He's standing in the doorway, shell-shocked. He thinks I'm allowing Tammy to kiss me. I absolutely lose sight of everything when I see the tears forming in his eyes at the sight. I push Tammy away, reaching behind me and pulling out my secret dagger. I push Tammy to the floor and prepare to stab her viciously, but Butters' voice makes me pause.
"Kenny, stop! Stop it! KENNETH, PLEASE!" He screams frantically, using my real name to show he means it. I drop the knife, standing up fully. Butters runs over to Tammy, helping her up. "My God, I'm sorry! Kenny, he… he made me a promise! He told me that he's willing to kill anyone who came between us too much. He snapped; my apologies." Tammy composes herself, looking thwarted.
"Leopold, you ought to watch him carefully. Someone else may have a worse fate than me. Kenneth, I apologize for angering you so severely. I must leave now – I-I'm late. Forgive me." She leaves hastily, trembling slightly. I have to say, she handled it better than most people would have. Butters watches as she leaves, before staring at me in shock.
"Run," I tell him, leaning back on the desk, "Go on, Run."
"Why would I run?"
"I know you're afraid. You didn't think I would have actually killed her, did you?" Hearing nothing but silence, I nod to myself. I rest my case.
"I knew," My head snaps up, "I knew you were serious. And yes, I am a bit shocked that you did that. However, avoiding you wouldn't do anything. I don't want to end up… the same as Pip and Tweek."
"Phillip and Tweek?"
"Yes. They both ran off without sorting out the problems with their fairies, and I've seen them. Those wrecks. Their expression frightens me. I thought to myself, 'I never want to have that expression, and more, I never, ever want to be the reason Kenny has it either'." I nod, feeling saddened that he had to think that way. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around him gently, glad that he doesn't flinch.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeat several times, clutching him to me tightly. Butters pats me on the back, hopefully bearing no harsh feelings. "I love you…" I whisper as another reminder. After a while, he responds something that makes my eyes widen.
"I… I love you too." He tells me quietly. My eyes widen, and if I had a heart, it would have skipped at least three beats.
~Unknown P.O.V~
"Isn't this your lucky day, vermin?" I stiffen, taken aback. I can hear again.
"…Oh, fuck off with your shit." I tell the voice and not moving. Well, the test to see if my muteness has been removed also has worked. I detest not knowing what is going on. I wish I damn knew.
"You'd better be good, or you will not be let out."
"You have all never once considered letting me out." I tell him, smirking to myself bitterly.
"Get up. Your sight will not be returned until you are in front of Satan."
"Pft, stop with your teasing and leave me alone here. Give my deafness and muteness back as well. It will be less horrifying in here with those." I tell him flatly, relaxing on the floor even more.
"I am not joking. Do you want to come out or not?" I turn around, scowling towards the voice. "Lying there giving me that look isn't going to get you outside of this cell. Stand." I sit up, taking my time, and smile again.
"Why are you suddenly letting me out?"
"You will not be told until you reach Satan. So come."
"And what if I don't? You obviously need me. I can take however long I want."
"Do you want to do the job while you are deaf, mute and blind? Or with your senses? Do you want us to numb you as well?" My smile vanishes, and I finally stand up, feeling my way out of my prison. The voice takes the bandages from my eyes, and I blink at him blankly, still completely blind. He grabs me by the shoulder violently, turning me around and restraining my arms with something. He then lifts me up, beginning to carry me upwards. I feel the temperature start to decrease as the altitude gets higher.
"It's fucking freezing up here." I remark, smiling to myself knowingly.
"Silence." The voice says, thumping me on the back harshly. I narrow my eyes, not wanting to do whatever I'm needed to do without my senses. As soon as we come out of my prison underground, there are large arrays of shouting, snickering, screaming, and evil laughing. It makes my grin wider to hear such familiar sounds. My sounds.
I am suddenly set down about ten minutes later, and my smile vanishes. I feel a presence in front of me, and immediately know who it is.
"Been a while." I state, slumping lazily.
"…Your sight should be back in a few seconds." I blink a couple of times, having forgotten the feeling of seeing things. "I have a proposal for you."
"And what would I receive from helping you?" I ask cunningly.
"Your permanent sight, hearing and voice. If you refuse, then you will be made to do the job without your senses. However, if you cooperate, then when you finish, your senses will remain permanently."
"I'm intrigued. What's the job?"
"These girls," Satan gestures to seven young demon girls standing in a row. They all are looking down, not making eye contact. Psh, they belong in heaven, those pathetic things. "Are my daughters." My eyes widen, and I burst out laughing. A few of the girls look up, staring at my absurd behavior.
"Daughters? First you choose a son, Damien, and now you have some good ol' daughters to keep you company? Seven of them?"
"You are the prime reason I decided to collect them into seven instead of one." My mouth shuts tightly. "Now be quiet. As you know, I sent Damien to Earth as punishment for being weak. He has been there long enough, and he is much more promising than these girls. I've sent them all to fetch him, but it seems he has been given a human, and they are unable to bring him back."
"Why would that matter? Why would he not just kill the boy in the first place?"
"He cares for him."
"Well, why won't one of these," I point to the girls, "Just destroy the human? Then Damien would arrive back here."
"Damien is protecting him. He is too strong for them. And I'm afraid that none of these girls have the intelligence to outsmart him. But you do."
"…You want me to deliver Damien to you?"
"Yes. You are the only one who is able to at this point. I'm too busy with things here. You are the only option."
"Do you want me to kill the human, then?"
"I want you to do anything necessary." That's all I need to hear. Seeing that I've decided to obey, Satan gives me a nod and departs, followed by some servants. I point at the girl in the center, able to see she's the leader.
"Give me your name." She steps forward, scowling slightly.
"Lucia." She says, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear.
"And the rest of you, say your names one by one. Hurry up." They all glance at each other, before proceeding.
"Satara," A rough-looking one says, "Beela," Another one says, "Madeline," The third says, "Levania," says the fourth, "Asilynn," A pretty one says, "And I'm Belphoebe." The last one shrugs.
"You are all the most worthless things I have ever seen." I declare, folding my arms. The looks in their eyes harden, but I don't take notice. I grab Belphoebe by the collar, and slowly point to the exit of the hall we're in. "Go and fetch me a piece of paper and something to mark it with." I tell her.
"…No. It's too far." She retorts, not fazed by who I am.
"Would you rather fetch that for me, or have yourself quartered here and now?" I question her simply.
"…I'll fetch it for you."
"Good, off you go then." I shove her towards the exit, and she lazily leaves, muttering things to herself. "Now," I flop down on the floor, ready to listen. "Tell me every single thing you have done to negatively affect Damien or his dear human. Or any close people to them. I will write it down when Belphoebe arrives back."
"Alright, but when will we go back to Earth?" Lucia asks impatiently.
"I must be allowed seven days to plan Damien, or his human's, demise. After I have finished, I will commence with it, and the seven of you will assist me. Unlike you all, I will not fail."