Letting in Evil
A South Park Fan Fiction
By Michelle Berger
Notes: This is my first Damien x Pip slash fic, so be warned now, it is slash. It gets heavy later on (cutting, bondage, dominance, etc), but that's not for a little while to come (after chapter 5).
Pip Pirrip sat innocently at his usual table in the cafeteria, completely alone, just like every lunch. As he stirred the cold gravy with his plastic fork, he felt the sudden squishy feel of mashed potatoes hitting the side of his face, following by an eruption of giggles from where Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick sat.
"They still hate you?"
Pip jumped as he heard the eerie, sudden voice. As much as it spooked him, Pip found the dreary voice to be somewhat familiar. Pip quickly turned as he heard the teenager come closer.
Damien, son of Satan himself, walked towards the startled Brit with a grin on his face. Damien hadn't visited South Park since elementary school, having had a brief friendship with Pip, but attempted to fit in with the more popular kids by tormenting Pip. Despite witnessing Damien terrorise his classmates and setting things on fire, not to forget having demons sent after him and being exploded for Eric Cartman's amusement, Pip had never feared Damien and had even been sad by his departure.
Pip had always assumed Damien would be staying in hell, never to return to South Park, not after his last visit in sixth grade. Damien had stayed in South Park from fifth to sixth grade with his father, who had some business with Jesus during the course of the two years. Damien would talk to Pip every now and then, but having wanted to be popular, often chased Pip down with demons during school.
Despite the satanic torture Damien oh so loved, Pip still considered him his best friend. Damien would always walk him home after school, preventing any after school attacks from Cartman, and Pip always forgave him for sending demons after him daily. Pip had cried for days when Damien and Satan had to return to the seventh layer of Hell, with Damien having no intentions of returning. After hoping for the first two years of High School that the son of Satan would return, Pip gave up hope and accepted the fact that he would never have friends.
Both boys had grown considerably in the four years apart. Pip, still dangerously skinny, was fairly tall with much longer legs that always assisted him in running from Eric Cartman after school. His voice was still fairly feminine and had hardly deepened at all.
Damien, on the other hand, was much taller and had gotten muscular over the years. His voice had finally deepened to the point of which it sounded suitable for the son of Satan, but he could still raise it to the high-pitched tone his voice had been as a child. Damien's black hair had gotten long and had a grungy, rock 'n roll style to it, but he clearly took care of his overall gothic appearance. As soon as you looked into his black eyes, there was no doubt he was the son of Satan.
"Oh! Cheerio Damien! My, its' been some time since you've visited South Park!"
"I've been busy doing Father's bidding and all… Is that the SAME hate from grade school?" Damien grabbed Pip's hat off, inspecting it. The little British hat was, as could be expected, in perfect condition, aside from some dirt from being pushed around so much.
"Well… Yes…"
Damien laughed and tossed it back to him.
"You're such a weird kid."
"As are you, Damien, if you don't mind me saying. You being the son of Satan and all..."
"True enough."
"So, Damien, are you staying long?"
"Yeah. For my sixteenth birthday, Dad said I could have whatever I want. So I thought I'd come and spend some more time in South Park. Hell was getting boring, anyways."
"Smashing."
"Yep."
"But, Damien, if you want to fit in, you best not talk to me."
"Fit in? With the one they call fat ass and his idiotic friends?"
Pip nodded his head.
"Fuck them!"
"Oh. Jolly good then, I suppose."
"Yeah. Anyways, I will need a place to crash. Hey, you're an orphan, right?"
"…Right-o…"
"So you don't have parents?"
"That's the idea, yes…" Pip looked down sadly. Any mention of his late parents was usually followed by tormenting and laughter.
"So you live alone?"
"In a small house, yes."
"Great! I'll stay with you!"
"Oh! Well… I suppose it couldn't hurt."
"Don't be too sure about that." Damien had his usual evil smirk across his face.
"Oh, please don't send demons after me… Again."
"That's not what I had in mind." Pip could have sworn he saw Damien wink at him as he stood up from the table.
"Well well well, if it isn't a new kid!" Cartman had gotten up from his seat to see 'who in their right mind would talk Pip'.
"Don't you remember me? I came to your birthday party a long time ago."
"A lot of people come to my birthday parties, because they are totally awesome."
"I turned Pip into fireworks at the party."
"Oh! Haha, you're cool. Are you tormenting the limey French bastard?"
"Hey! I'm English!"
"I was just talking to Pip." Pip could see the red of a small flame in Damien's pupils.
"I think it's just about time for his daily beating!"
"Oh no! Please Eric, school's not even over yet!" Pip frightfully backed away in his chair.
"Why wait? Now the Goth kid can help, too!"
"Oh dear!" Pip jumped up from his seat and backed away more, shielding his face with his hands. Looking through his fingers, Pip noticed the fire growing in Damien's dark eyes as he glared at Cartman.
"Leave Pip alone."
"What?!"
"Leave the British boy alone!"
"Dude, he's just some faggy Melvin anyways. Come on, spit in his eye! Try it!"
In seconds, the remainders of Cartman's tray of lunch were in his face. Pip gasped as Cartman grew furious.
"You son of a bitch Goth kid!"
"Leave the kid alone!" Damien glared.
"God, you losers aren't even worth my precious time! Screw you guys, I'm going home!"
Pip watched with relief as Cartman stormed off, being followed by his three friends who had known better than to mess with the son of the devil.
"D-Damien, you saved me! How can I ever thank you?"
"Well, you're letting me stay at your place."
"Oh, right-o."
The school bell rang and students shuffled off to lockers.
"Oh dear, that's the bell. I must go off to class, will you be joining me?"
"Nah, I'll just hang around town. I'll meet up with you after school."
"Splendid. See you then, Damien."
"See you, Pip."
Pip rushed off to class, giving Damien a chance to explore South Park. It wasn't much different, but that could be expected from a quiet Mountain town like South Park. Aside from tens more gravestones with "KENNY MCCORMICK" engraved on them, everything seemed as usual.
As promised, Damien sat in front of Pip's locker at the end of the school day. When Pip arrived back from last period, he jumped at the sight of Damien in front of his locker.
"Did you forget?" Damien glared at the startled Pip.
"Oh no! I just didn't think you would be at my locker."
"I am. I advise you to get a better lock, too." Damien twirled Pip's now broken lock on his finger, smirking.
"Oh bother!" Pip grabbed the lock back. Pip quickly placed his books neatly on the bookshelf before putting his homework away in his bag. Shutting his locker, he sighed.
"Something will surely get stolen without a lock."
Damien sighed and walked away. Pip waited curiously and cocked his head in confusion when Damien returned with what seemed to be a slightly used combination lock.
"The combo is 66, 13, 66."
"How original…" Pip mumbled under his breath as he locked his locker back up.
"What did you say?"
"Never you mind… Let's go home, shall we?"
"Okay, okay." Damien stood up and followed Pip as they began to walk to his small home.
"You don't speak in that creepy manner any more, do you?"
"I can if I choose to. I just don't need to; I'm not on any mission for Dad or anything. Besides, I picked up a lot from hanging out in South Park."
"I see. Well, here's my house!" Pip pranced up to the door, holding it open for Damien, who briskly walked through and made himself at home, sitting down comfortably on one of Pip's kitchen chairs.
"Nice little place."
"Why, thank you. I try and keep it clean."
"It's a tad bright, don't you find?"
"Well, I like a splash of color. Oh my!"
Damien had lit the toaster on fire and watched as it burned into a pile of ashes, just as planned, grinning in amusement.
"That was my toaster!"
"I make my own toast. Fuck the toaster."
"Please don't burn my house down."
"I'll try my best."
"Damien!"
"Sorry, sorry… Man, you seriously do act like something is shoved up your-
"Damien!"
"Okay! I'll shut up. Where can I sleep?"
Pip paused, having obviously not thought things through, and pranced down the hallway to his bedroom. Damien shrugged and followed up.
"Very colourful room. Too colourful." Damien murmured.
"Well, if you can handle the colors, I suppose you can take the bed and I can make do with the sofa in the living room."
"That won't work."
"Why ever not?"
"'Cause I plan to be around for a while, and you are going to be one hell of a bitch if you spend my entire stay here sleeping on one of those god awful sofas."
"I only have one bed!"
"Why can't we share? You're still pretty scrawny, there's room for two."
"I guess that could work… I suppose…"
"Great. I'm beat."
"We only just got home!"
"Well I'm only just taking a nap, okay?"
"Right-o."
Damien kicked back onto Pip's bed and smiled.
"Goodnight." He grinned.
"Have a nice nap, Damien. Would you like me to wake you for supper?"
"You're making supper?"
"Of course!"
"Sure… Why not?"
"Excellent!" Pip pranced off to give Damien privacy to sleep.
It didn't take long for Damien to fall asleep. However, as the malevolence teenager tossed in his sleep, dreaming of torture and blood, his satanic powers began to act up on their own.
Damien's hand blazed on fire. Of course, this was painless to the son of the devil, but with no consciousness, it didn't take long for the situation to turn bad. Damien awoke to the sound of Pip, screaming from the bedroom doorway, the room completely set alight with demonic fire.
To Be Continued
Next Update: August 13 2007
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