~Pip's P.O.V~

"Pip! Oy, Phillip, what is wrong with you?! Did you promise to meet with her!?" Damien demands, sprinting after me down the steps to the hospital. I ignore him due to still being somewhat angry about my uncle. My fury is not as a result from the fact that that man is dead – I despised and feared that man. But what upsets me is that Damien… I thought he had somehow changed from such an attitude. But I was wrong; something such as changing for him is no simple task, especially when it concerns such a stubborn personality, "Answer me, this minute!" Damien grasps my arm, halting me. I resist, even more infuriated.

"It does not concern you!"

"Shut your mouth! Of course it does!" He shouts back, clearly affected. I stare him out, blinking back tears.

"You have hurt me greatly. I do not want to be around you at the moment."

"I apologised, did I not?" Damien does not understand the way in which humans think.

"I will not be soothed by a mere apology." I attempt to continue my way, but Damien does not release my arm.

"Then, what do you want?" He asks sincerely.

"There is nothing that can be done. I am disappointed in you either way. I wish you would not hurt me, Damien." His mouth drops open, and he takes a step back, repulsed.

"I… hurt you?" When I nod, Damien suddenly rushes forward and grabs me by the shoulders, angered immensely, "I am the one who hurt you!? I am!?"

"Yes!" I shriek back.

"How!? It is the one who made you cry!"

"You saw him as not human? Is that why you did it? Your temper is on the brink of insanity! Especially since you have made me cry countless times, hypocrisy is the crime committed here!"

"It intended it! It hated you! I never intended such! I… well… I do not hate you at all."

"I do not have time for this. Asilynn is waiting, and I cannot disappoint her. Excuse me." I turn around and begin stiffly marching towards where I visited yesterday. I love Damien, but he must understand my anger.

"However true that may be, I must accompany you for your own safety," He mutters begrudgingly, falling into a pace with me, "And you forgot your coat, dense thing." I snatch the item of clothing and put it on, ignoring him.

We walk to the destination in silence, both grim from the tension. Damien halts me, seeing with my body language that the rendezvous is merely around the corner.

"I shall check first. For all we know, Benjamin is behind there with a knife." He explains, beginning to hurry over. He peeks around the brick wall, and takes a surprised step back.

"What is it?" I ask, frowning. He suddenly turns towards me and picks me up, trying to flee, but I catch a glimpse. I fling myself away from Damien and run over, dropping to my knees at Asilynn's body. There is a large splatter of blood near her head; she must have been shot recently, since she has not faded away yet. I gulp, closing her eyes. As my hand makes contact with her skin, I am able to see her memories. As a human, she was forced into being a child prostitute by her father, making much money. The women looked down on her in scorn for it, however Asilynn was brainwashed into thinking that the men were actually fond of her. She gave up.

It does not matter. They can stare at me as much as they want. They are jealous that all the men love me.

When she was nine, Asilynn's mother caught her and her father in an act, and he quickly claimed it was seduction. As she tried to flee from the accusations, Asilynn unfortunately slipped on wet concrete steps and broke her neck.

I have gotten myself into something terrible, Asilynn had thought as she was chosen to be the embodiment of 'lust' as Satan's daughter. She was the least loyal and the stupidest, making foolish choices such as favouring me that had led to her demise. As she had been waiting for me, even four hours after our rendezvous time, Benjamin had appeared and shot her from a small distance.

"She is no longer needed, if she is going to betray me this way. What a foolish whore." He said, laughing. Lucia, his fearful company, said nothing.

It's truly the end this time, Asilynn thought, clutching onto an envelope, But Phillip needs this. As she slowly died, Asilynn murmured words to herself that astounded me, "A half-fairy supposed to be my enemy… was the sole genuine male towards me that I met. How tragic."

She was correct. Asilynn was tragic. She was unfortunate. She was immature. She was pitiful. But she was supposed to be; she was a child. That is what upsets me the most. But even so, it is my fault that she is dead.

"Am I a coward, Damien?" I ask quietly, watching her fade away. I bend down and take the envelope addressed with my name, which she clearly was wanting to give me.

"…I would never think so."

"You are lying. I am spineless."

"…Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I do."

"Then I will tell you this. I have frightened and encountered many cowards in my time, and I shall say," Damien puts his hand on my shoulder and leans closer, "Considering what I have done and said towards you, you were one of the bravest people I'd ever seen. That was what shocked me." I eye him for a moments, before smiling slightly.

"Thank you. I feel much better now."

"You perhaps need more rest. We have had too much commotion in recent times. Let us head back." I grin weakly as we began to journey back, me cheerfully linking my arm with his. He speaks after clearly thinking for a few seconds.

"I… love it when I am the reason you are happy,"

"Oh, is that so?"

"…I despise how I was before. I prefer being happy," Damien attempts to smile genuinely, "I feel happy when you are."

Two Weeks Later

~Butters' P.O.V~

"Do you need a bit of aid?" Pip asks as we begin to approach a wooden bridge, out on a stroll. I adjust my crutch moodily, vaguely irritated at my injured leg.

"Most likely." The last time I crossed it by myself, the contraption had gotten jammed in a gap and I had toppled over. Kenny needed to be soothed for the rest of the day, and it was troubling for me, "Does Damien tend to irritate you? Kenny is… "

"Um, no. Not often. He's being so lovely lately. And when I turn fifteen–

Pip stops speaking, deciding better. "What is it?" I pester him.

"He said… well… we'd do other things when I'm fifteen, since he thinks that is a proper age," I ask him if he means what I think it does, and he nods a yes, making me flush. I hadn't truly thought of doing something so grown-up with Kenny, "Has your Kenny never spoken of it?"

"The only time we were even close was eating lunch with Miss Maria." I murmur, embarrassed. Pip halts abruptly.

"Oh, dear." I frown and stare ahead, soon seeing what Pip is referring to. A group of children in our class are gathered at the bridge – it consists of the ones that convinced me to cross that dangerous fallen tree a few months ago.

"Ignore them. They will not hurt the half-fairy, Pip." I assure him optimistically. He takes hold of my arm and supports me as we begin to make our way across. The children see us, but dare not to do anything. As we pass, I hear a familiar voice and pause.

"You all wear nicer clothing than I did." It was Levania, the 'envy' demon girl. I make out her body sitting on the ground – she is thankfully in human form. I hope she will not lose her temper and kill them all. Levania is a monster, but I still feel a surge of anger when they pick her up, laughing, and attempt to haul her into the small river below. It would not harm her, surely, but it is still uncalled for.

"Stop that," I snap, dropping my crutch and marching through their small crowd, pulling Levania away from them and limping back towards Pip, her still in my arms, "How uncouth of you all. Are you not the English, famous for being civil to one another? Shameful." I scold them angrily. The furious children are then chased away when Levania flashes them her red eyes. When they are all out of sight, I calmly set her down. Pip has also ran off, since he has promised Damien to run if he ever encounters one.

"Why on Earth were you allowing them to tease you?"

"They were accusing me of being a slag because of this," It is a warm day, and Levania is wearing merely a sleeveless white chemise. I flush.

"Why are you?"

"It is to honour my deceased partner. You humans wear black clothes. Since she was a whore, I wear a chemise."

"It is ghastly of you to speak so disrespectfully of her!"

"I am ghastly, so it does not matter."

"But answer my question. Why would you allow this?"

"…I do not know. But thank you for saving me," She leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I'll save you if the time comes, as atonement." A hand is suddenly on my shoulder, tugging me away from her. I turn surprised eyes on Kenny, who must be coming back from a spot of work. He seems possessive.

Levania does not have much of a reaction to seeing him, considering she detests him more than anything. "From this moment on, you are to remain far away from him." Kenny warns her firmly, bending down and retrieving my crutch, "Or else drastic things will occur." Levania does not protest.

"I do as I please. And that is to not cause trouble for myself." She states simply. I blink in confusion as she suddenly has her red irises back and a faded green dress, "Watch yourself, Leopold. Do not bring yourself into that Phillip's business. You will die."

"Come, I need to dry your hair," I reluctantly allow Kenny to begin patting my dripping hair dry with a towel. We unfortunately got caught in the rain. Damien also knocked me over into mud as he rushed out of Eric's fence gate, Pip having told him I was encountering a demon girl. "I do not see why you insisted in keeping your trousers on."

"I do not see why you do not allow me to be cleaning myself." I mutter knowingly. Kenny is merely unable to spend enough time with me for his liking. Not that I can complain – I secretly love it. Kenny silently pulls a fresh on and does the buttons, while I watch.

"I do not want you to ever be caught in Phillip's affairs ever again. Do you understand me?"

"…He is my brother. If he is at risk, then I shall be of aid." Kenny ceases his buttoning and stands fully, glaring slightly.

"Butters, I swear to God… if I awake in heaven… with you not next to me…" A tinge of fear runs through me at the thought.

"You lived for over two centuries without me. I am sure you would manage and eventually forget me." I tell him, feeling extremely bitter about how I will not be with him either way. It is difficult to improve a fate.

"The reason I remained a fairy for so long is because I was waiting for you." Kenny reasons with me, clearly hurt. Instead of apologising, I carefully take his hand in mine and squeeze it. He notices something. "You're cold. You need some tea. Come," As we go downstairs and enter a sitting room, Kyle is sprawled on a sofa reading. Seeing that I'm beginning to fall ill, he offers to fetch us the tea, which Kenny thanks him for. The latter sits me down next to him, near the fireplace, and I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I love you." I inform him the first time today.

"Yes, likewise."

"Kenny?" He glances at me, smiling gently, "When do you plan to… have intercourse with me?" He immediately takes his arm away from my body and leans back dramatically.

"Wh-What did you say?" He demands, fully taken aback.

"I asked when you ever plan to… with me." Kenny gawps at me for a few seconds, before laughing in amazement.

"Don't be silly. You are still too young to discuss such things. I will speak of it again when you are older." I begin yapping at him to not treat me as if I am a small child, but Kenny suddenly snaps, "A twelve year old boy should not have to speak of such things with a two century old man! Shush!" How theatrical of him. Kyle arrives back with our tea and stares, carefully placing the tray on a glass table. We sip at our cups in silence, Kyle silently going back to his book.

"…That's wrong." I eventually state, Kenny looking at me inquiringly, "What you said. It is wrong."

"Yes, I suppose it is, but–

"No, I mean you are not an old man, Kenny. You're an intelligent boy who has grown wise from experiences of a two century old man."

"Yes, he is right," Kyle supports me half-heartedly, not taking his eyes from the page, "Cheer up, Kenny."

"How simple minded of you, Kyle! You only died nine years ago! You are technically still young." Kenny accuses, motioning the height of a small child.

"Is that true?" I ask, surprised. Kyle shrugs, "How recent. I most likely didn't, but there is even a chance I met you as a human."

"Perhaps. I definitely met Cartman and Stan, however. They were still young then, and so now they are unable to remember."

"Because such things never happened." Stan's voice cuts through the air, and we all see him in one of the large doorways, "It's supper time. Come and sit with us." Kyle ignores the comment and hurriedly stands up to join his humans. Kenny helps me up and towards the dining room, making sure I'm seated comfortably. When the servants come in a serve our appetizing soup, Eric reluctantly eats some due to Kyle's glaring. I cannot understand why he refuses to eat. Kenny has told me he sees no traces of human sickness in Eric's body.

Said person suddenly drops his spoon a few minutes later, gaping at the wall behind me with wide eyes. It makes us all pause with our eating. I glance behind me but see nothing.

"Cartman?" Stan asks, shaking his shoulder. Eric shakes him off frantically, beginning to whimper, "Cartman, what's wrong?" I notice both Pip and Craig frown upon seeing his emotions.

"AHHHH!" Eric's scream makes us all jump, and Stan continues trying to console him. I vaguely hear Damien mutter that it is a vision Eric is experiencing, but pay no heed, "AHHH! STAN, HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME! Oh God, they're going to kill me! AHHHHHHHH!"

"Cartman," Stan makes yet another attempt at soothing him, "There is nobody dangerous here. Calm down. You're being paranoid." Eric swats Stan's arm away in fright.

"Stop it, Stan," Craig says, beginning to stand, "He's afraid of you at the moment. Don't touch him."

"You all do not understand! It's…" Cartman clutches painfully at his chest, "It's painful! It is killing me slowly, I can feel it! I cannot bear it any longer! Kill me now, Stan! Make it stop! Kill me!" Stan gapes it him in shock, and Eric continues yelling, obviously unable to see, "Leave, Stan! I want Kyle! Where is he!? KYLE, KYLE, KYLE!"

"Kyle, go to him right now," Kenny hisses to his friend. Kyle mutters that Eric does not actually mean it, "If your human calls for you, then it is your duty to obey." My fairy seethes at him, and I clutch his hand comfortingly. Kyle hesitantly leaves his chair and approaches Eric, repeatedly telling the latter to calm down. He gasps begins shaking when Eric coughs up blood.

"Please, Cartman, relax, relax," He tells him, loosening the ribbon around Eric's neck, "Calm yourself." Eric suddenly sits up, trying to wipe the blood from his chin, surprising him, "Oh! Are you alright?"

"Better," He murmurs out though heavy panting, receiving a relieved smile from Kyle, "You're so fucking pitiful. That is the first time you've smiled at me." We all silently watch as he is helped up, "I, erm… apologise for interrupting everyone's meal. I think I shall retire now." As they leave the room, Kenny whispers to me.

"Do not mention this to anyone not sitting at this table. They will believe Eric is involved with witchcraft." He warns, swirling his spoon in his soup half-heartedly. Stan returns to his seat a short while later, attempting a smile. I avoid his gaze, not knowing how I would react if I were in his unfortunate position.

~Special #10: Stan's P.O.V~

"I see nothing out of the ordinary in this fellow," Damien announces, concluding his examination of the glowering Cartman, "He merely had a vision. The best thing for him is to rest."

"But what about his screaming?" I demand angrily, "He said he was in pain. He was afraid!"

"And he was coughing up blood, for Christ's sake." Kyle puts in, slamming his back to lean against the wall, "And Kenny is claiming nothing is physically wrong with him. What nonsense. Cartman, what are you hiding from us?"

"Nothing." He hisses.

"There is obviously something wrong with you." Kyle persists, and I tell him to stop bothering him and be quite, earning myself a glare.

"Well, there's nothing I can say unless he either tells me or I examine him as he has another fit." Damien concludes defensively, folding his arms. I narrow my eyes at him, having to take my frustration out on somebody. Eric has been hiding something for over a month, and being unable to control himself even at the table is a sign of whatever it is worsening. And I will not be standing there with him, allowing it to happen.

"He usually does not sleep at night," Kyle comments, and I avert my gaze from Damien to him, "Perhaps that fact has something to do with his condition."

"Of course it does. Are you dense?!" I shriek. Kyle frowns, and I can see his fuse growing shorter and shorter, but I do not care anymore.

"He's was strange when he was small. Who's to say he is not even stranger now? He could perhaps prefer working at night, for all I know."

"You never saw him once when he was small!"

"Of course I did. How can you not remember it all, Stan?" I hesitate. When asking Cartman about this, he said Kyle's words were true. But if we did indeed encounter Kyle as a human when we were small, then why does Cartman remember and I do not? And why does he pretend not to remember? Sense cannot be made out of it!

"Both of you should shut up." Cartman suddenly snaps, sitting up, "I will tell you all now, this one time. And it will never be repeated," He glances around hesitantly, "For all our safety. About a month ago, Damien, I had an argument with Kyle and Stan over something trivial. One thing lead to another, and it ended with me out in that small lawn next to the kitchen's door, there," He gestures out the window with a flick of the head, "I encountered two of those demon girls you speak of. And a possessed fairy. They spoke of that that time… where you attempted to poison Pip, and I prevented him from drinking the tea," I notice Damien flinch ever-so-slightly at the memory, "They were angry with me for it because… they'd wanted you to die, I recall. As a punishment, one came forward and socked me here," Cartman puts a hand on his stomach area, "And warned me never to interfere with them again. Ever since… I cannot sleep, for I fear I will have more nightmares. I cannot eat, because my body refuses to accept it. I cannot work, for my paranoia and visions plague me. I can feel it, something in me, slowly rotting me." Cartman concludes with, "And now you know."

"Why did you not inform me!?" I demand ferociously, "Or Kyle? Why? How dare y–

"Here, you said it was?" Damien asks, feeling around Cartman's stomach. He frowns at Cartman's timid 'yes'. "Is there any pain?"

"It comes and goes. But yes, it's now beginning." Damien scans the area more closely. He eventually utters:

"Oh, dear me." He stands up and shakes his head, "You have been cursed. Kenneth was unable to detect it because curses are not physical. And Eric, you are completely correct. It is slowly killing you. You will either starve, or end your own life. You will go mad from it." A silence ensues, with me beyond speechless. How could this happen? How could Kyle and I have allowed this to happen? Cartman has been silently suffering, and for what? Does he not want to worry us?

I recall when I woke up in the middle of the night and wondered to his office to find him sitting there in a daze. I asked him if he was alright, and he replied that he was. I told him to go and sleep, and he assured me he would. And then, the next day he'd refused breakfast. Why did I not suspect him? Did I assume it was a bad mood? Later that day, I'd asked Kyle to bring him for lunch. And I head it. He'd… he'd actually screamed at Kyle, not in their usual arguing manner, but a truly angry manner. Kyle came back, brushing it off, but I knew how shocked and appalled he was. We both were.

"How can we prevent this?" Kyle eventually inquires, even though Damien made the answer quite implicated.

"You cannot. Perhaps if the one that cursed him died, then it would disappear, but some do not. There is no possible way for me to tell." Damien says simply.

"You bastard," Kyle finally loses his temper, "I'm you would respond differently if it were Pip in Cartman's situation!" Damien grimaces, shakily raising a hand to run through his hair.

"But it is not." He manages to utter, before leaving the room.

~Kenny's P.O.V~

I make sure the window is barricaded nicely, "Little bunny Foo Foo /Hopping through the forest/Scooping up the field mice/And bopping 'em on the head~," I sing as I tuck a scowling Butters in his bed. Ruby taught me the song after she'd had some fun in the 1950s, "And down came the Good Fairy/And she said/"Little bunny Foo Foo/I don't like you're attitude/Scooping up the field mice/And bopping 'em on the head!"/I'll give you three ch–

"Kenny, please. Why are you singing me a lullaby?" I smile at him for being so simple.

"Well because I'm tucking you in, and I would love for you to have a nice sleep."

"Do not treat me as a small child again! You would never see a husband doing such a ridiculous things to his wife, now would you? Why are you tucking me in? It is not done by lovers unless one is poorly. I understand my leg is broken, but Lord, you…"

"I would suppose we are not the same as 'those kinds' of lovers, are we? I would say more a combination of friends and lovers."

"…But why is that?"

"Because we are still children. You said it yourself. I am a fourteen year old boy with the 'experiences' of an old man." Butters pouts childishly and turns his back to me, facing the window, "I'm sorry, I know you're angry I'm not sleeping next to you tonight. But I must speak to Kyle and Damien about Eric's condition. And Craig needs company as well, to help him cope." I pull Butters up and prepare to kiss him goodnight, but his question makes me halt as our lips are about to touch.

"Is Eric going to die?" My answer is something I haven't needed to say for a long time.

"I do not know," I quickly peck Butters and lay him back down, tucking him in once again, "But there is something I do know, and it is that you will not. Stan is stupid, and Kyle is irresponsible. It is their own fault that Eric is suffering. But I am ensuring that you will not suffer. I will not allow you to suffer. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I stand up, "Then goodnight. Call me if you need me." I close Butters' door to see Damien doing the same things with Pip's door down the corridor.