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Chapter Twelve
A Damned Better Ending, So It Better Not Be Forgotten

A Month Later....

Damien stood at his window, staring down at his father's domain. The ash was especially thick today, and his father was having a celebration down below. It was the anniversary of Damien's unholy birth, and the red wine flowed like blood, and the howls were loud on the air.

Though it was his day, the day he turned nineteen, he felt no urge to join in the dark revels below. He hadn't felt the urge to do anything except torture damned souls and throw more minions into the lake of fire since Pip had died.

A knock at his door derailed the train of his thoughts, and he turned irritably.

"Come in."

The door opened, and one of his father's demon minions stepped in.

"Your father commands your presence below." He said in a gravelly voice.

"I'm not going down to his fucking party. I don't care that it's my birthday." Damien growled, the temperature rising slightly. The demon gave no indication of fright, his yellow eyes blank.

"Your father commands your presence in the throne room, not on the grounds. He has a message to deliver."

"I'm. Not. Going." Damien snarled.

"He says it is very important. You must come down."

Damien roared in fury, flicking his wrist. A dagger of fire appeared, and buried itself in the stomach of the demon. The demon winced, but made no sound as it burned him. Damien looked at him interestedly.

"What rank are you?"

"57th."

Damien raised an eyebrow. "You've got more balls than the Demon-General. Alright. Tell my father I'll be down in a moment. Now leave me." He turned his back on the demon, and the fire dagger disappeared. The demon bowed, and left, leaving the door open for Damien's departure.

Damien went back to the window. He didn't want to go talk to his father. He didn't feel like doing anything today. Or yesterday, or the day before, or any other day after today. He sighed. Crossing to the door, he stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Five minutes later, he was outside his father's throne room. Opening the door, he walked in. His father sat at the end, leaning back in his dark ebony throne as the twin rivers of lava flowed down impressively behind him. He waved Damien in.

"Hi, Damien, happy birthday!" Satan said cheerfully. Damien scowled. Fucking damnation, his father could be so gay sometimes.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"I happen to have a very special birthday present for you today! Just for you!!"

Damien expression grew darker. "I don't want it."

Satan shook his head, smiling. "I think it'll make you very happy..."

"Nothing makes me happy. I don't want your fucking present."

"But, son, you've been so down lately. This will make you feel better." Satan said soothingly. "Come on...don't you want at least a peek?" He teased.

"I don't want it!!" Damien screamed, and the lava rivers exploded, spraying their fire violently around them. "Don't you fucking get it?! I don't want a party! I don't want a present! I don't want to feel better! I don't want ANYTHING!!!" Damien whirled around, turning his back on his father. He was going back to his room. This entire day was pissing him off. Striding forward toward the entrance, he froze as a soft voice called out his name.

"Damien?"

...

...huh?

Damien's heart gave a sluggish leap. It couldn't be. Could it? Damien turned around slowly, unable to believe his ears. His eyes widened. Pip peeked out from behind his father's throne, his face anxiously hopeful. Stepping out, he stood there hesitantly, his white aura pulsating gently. Satan patted his head.

"He's just throwing a tantrum." Satan reassured him. He pushed him toward Damien. "Go on, you can go to him if you want." Pip glanced at Satan anxiously, before padding meekly toward Damien. Standing in front of him, he gazed up shyly at the stunned demon, a gorgeous blush spreading across his face.

"I'm not a bad birthday present, am I?"

Damien reached out, tenderly touching the blonde's cheek. Damien felt his stone heart crack; the walls he had put up in the last month crumbling easily beneath the loving stare of his returned beloved. Pip smiled, holding out his arms, and Damien went into them willingly, breathing in the soft rain scent he loved so much.

"How?" He whispered, his voice cracking traitorously.

"I called in a favor." Satan smiled at his son. "The big man upstairs let me have him as your birthday present. The little guy wasn't doing so good up there anyway. He was making them all depressed." He stood up suddenly.

"Well, I have to get back outside. We're starting the luau soon, and things get pretty hot out there! Happy birthday, Damien. Enjoy your present!" He winked at him as he walked out of the throne room, his hooved feet making sharp sounds as they connected with the stone.

Immediately, Damien whisked Pip up to his room via shadow, holding him tight as if he was going to disappear any second. Once they were there, Pip pulled away from him, twirling in a happy circle. Damien sat on his bed, watching his returned angel spin around with a smile on his face.

"How wonderful! This is a glorious day indeed!" Pip expression turned a bit sober as he looked toward Damien, standing next to the bed. "I didn't even know it was your birthday. If I knew I was going to come back on it, I would have gotten you a present." He smiled at him. "What do you want for your birthday?"

Damien grinned wickedly. "The only thing I want is to fuck you senseless before you get away from me again."

Pip blushed scarlet, looking down. Then after a pause, his slightly trembling hands went up shyly, slowly unbuttoning his blazer. Damien's eyes widened in surprise. This was unexpected.

"I-it's your birthday, and if th-that's what you really want..." Pip murmured meekly. Damien's grin grew wider as he watched with sadistic pleasure as the quivering Pip took off his blazer and bowtie, then his shirt, hesitating with virgin innocence when he got to his pants. He glanced up toward Damien, his big blue elysian eyes scared but trusting. Damien pulled him forward, rolling over so that the demon leaned over Pip.

"You're going too slow." He whispered wickedly. Bending forward, he flicked his tongue down Pip's chest and belly, making Pip cry out. Chuckling, Damien spread Pip's legs, resting his warm hands on the blonde's thighs for a moment before tugging gently on the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them. He turned up to kiss Pip, his angel willingly parting his lips before the demon's probing tongue. Damien took advantage of the open invitation to dive in, coaxing Pip's tongue to respond to his demand. Pip moaned beneath him, and Damien rubbed him through his pants, making Pip arch up beneath his touch, gasping.

"I have you for all eternity..." Damien growled on Pip' soft mouth.

"I'm going to make sure you don't leave this room walking."

A/N: Cut!! And that's a wrap!! Damien, get off of Pip.

Damien: Fuck you.

(Me is pushed out of the room by an invisible force. The door slams in my face)

Me: Hey!!!!.....Dammit, I'm not getting back in there for a while, am I? Oh well. After all of this, I guess he deserves it.

Butters: Aww, jus' let them have some fun, what's th' harm?

Me: Butters? What are you doing in Hell?

Butters: Lookin' for you. Craig wants t'know when you're puttin' on his story.

Me: Oh, that's already up. "Tension Tighter Than A Loaded Gun", right? Yeah, I put that up at the same time as this chapter.

Butters: Oh really? Thought it was gonna take ya a bit longer.

Me: Nah. Oh, hey, I'm sorry I can't put up yours.

(Butters shrugs)

Butters: S'okay. You'll get it up there event'ally. Eric's kinda pissed it's takin' so long, though.

Me: Tell him to shut his trap, he still owes me. So yeah, tell Craig, alright?

Butters: Okie dokie! Bye, Ro--

Me: DON'T SAY IT!!!!!

Butters: (giggle) Oh, it's a secret, okay. I'ah won't tell nobody. Bye!

(Butters leaves)

Me: (sigh) Damn, that boy is cute, but way too innocent.

(Through the door you can hear Pip moaning)

Pip: Ahh, Damien...

Me: ...O_o.....I'ma just leave them to it...Pip needs to lose his virginity anyway.

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