A/n: Hello there! Welcome to my first South Park fic~

Now for the details

Rating: M-MA

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural

Main Pairings: Damien/Pip , Kenny/Christophe, Stan/Kyle, Craig/Tweek

Warnings Include (but are not limited to): Foul Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Conten, M/M Relationships

Now that that's done, enjoy~

Chapter 1: Right at the Start

He leaned over the sink, spitting blood and watching the water turn the dark crimson liquid pink before it circled the drain and disappeared. A shudder left those pale lips, the tips of a few golden locks getting wet from the rushing water. Slowly, a head lifted and a pair of large, cerulean eyes looked upon its owner's face.

A raccoon eye from an angered bully.

A split lip from a girl who'd slapped him because she knew he wouldn't retaliate.

Dark, purple bruises in the shapes of fingers across his neck from an irate Eric who needed to take his frustrations out after a fight with Kyle.

A small smile rose to that battered face.

"I've had worse. It's all in good fun" he told himself. He believed if he said it enough to himself, he'd believe it and the pain would lessen.

"Phillip, darling, come here. I've got some salt water for you to gargle" his mum quietly told him. That's right. He'd bitten his tongue rather hard when he was uppercutted today. Pip sent her a smile, unaware of the blood that had temporarily stained his white teeth. His mother winced and watched him tilt his head back, cringing as he let the salt water run over the wound in his mouth. He spit it out quickly, squeezing the sink hard as the pain of salt in the wound stung him and left his mouth throbbing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This would be different if I just had the money to get us out of this town" she whispered, rushing over and bringing her son's head against her breasts. Pip hugged her tight, and that was the only indication of his true feelings. That was all he would let the world see. And not even the world, just his beloved mum.

Well, adoptive mother.

But that wasn't the point.

"No, that would be a waste of your hard earned money. It's really no problem mum. I'm fine, see?" He smiled for her, mindful not to smile too much, lest his lip start bleeding once more.

The woman shook her head and gently ran her shaky fingers through his hair. She didn't say another word but he could see it in her eyes; she was blaming herself for all the torment he'd received through his life here. She thought moving to a "quiet little mountain town" with her husband and newly adopted son would do the British boy some good but they'd been there for barely an hour before she realized it wasn't nearly as quiet as they advertised.

Robots, demons, superheroes, zombies, gods, angels, aliens, you name it; it probably had been in South Park once or twice. Pip was all she had now. Her husband had been crushed to death by a robotic version of Barbara Streisand after he dove in to save Pip after the cheery, ever so selfless child had tried to get the beast to stop terrorizing the town.

Pip cried for hours and couldn't look her in the eyes for 2 months.

"Mum? Mum, I'm going to start dinner, what would you like?" Came her son's voice. The woman snapped back into focus and looked her boy over once more. She smiled softly and nodded and let him lead the way out.

She fought back the urge to cry for him.

A different kind of crimson came from below.

Intense, deadly, unforgiving.

"Damien, hun, if you keep scowling like that, your face will stick" teased a voice.

Crimson orbs narrowed.

"Kenny. If you don't want me to put you through a meat grinder, I suggest you shut the fuck up" the raven snarled. Kenny pouted, leaning back in his chair and yawning. He had been sent to Hell again after yet another one of Cartman's stupid ass plans ended up in him getting crushed by a falling beam from a construction site.

The blonde was currently in the Dark Palace, as Satan liked to call it. Of course, it was the largest thing in Hell, and even over miles upon miles of a fire sea, you could see the onyx landmark.

Speaking of, Satan had holed himself up in his room, working on how to punish a few lesser demons for trying to rise up against him. It never worked and it was always the newer souls and fallen angels who tried to overthrow him.

Kenny groaned. "Damien, I'm bored" he whined. Damien leered over at him, and Kenny was unfazed.

"Go back to your backwater town then and get out of my sight" he snapped. Kenny's eyes flickered over to him before he placed his cheek in his hand, leaning closer.

"Say, why don't you come back up with me?" Kenny questioned. Damien stared at him and the blonde twirled a piece of hair around his finger, grinning cheekily.

"You haven't been to South Park at all since that one time in fourth grade. You think Pops would let you come back and go to school again?" He inquired. Damien's brow ticked in annoyance.

"I'm the fucking Antichrist. What makes you think I want to waste my time with you fucking mortals? I already spend enough time torturing their souls when they get tossed down here. I'm perfectly fine with that" he grunted. Kenny pouted at him again.

"You're no fun. I'd enjoy being able to talk to you on a daily basis without me having to get my head smashed in or a metal pipe through my chest first, thank you very much" he huffed. Damien rolled his eyes and Satan finally emerged from his office, easily towering over his son and Kenny.

"Ah, Kenny, I hadn't sensed your arrival. What was it this time?"

"The usual. Cartman fucks up and I get crushed to death by a falling beam"

"Ah. I will enjoy the day that one gets sent here. Are you heading back up?"

"I am. But I want Damien to come with me"

The hiss that left Damien's throat was immediate and the teen summoned a flaming knife, plunging it into Kenny's thigh and twisting it savagely, tearing through bone and muscle.

Kenny screamed and Satan watched his son with interest before he snapped his fingers, sending Damien's knife away and healing Kenny's leg.

"I like it. Damien hasn't been back to the mortal world since the boxing match I had with Jesus. A breath of fresh air is just what he needs. Damien, go with him. Try not to set the school on fire the first week" he stated, watching Damien's crimson glare shift over to him.

"This is fucking bullshit."

"Think of it as a vacation. And, if anyone happens to piss you off up there, you could make a little list so you know which souls to torture extra good"

"How the fuck are you my father, you bubbly idiot?"

Satan only smirked.

As soon as they were sent back to the mortal realm, Kenny grabbed his parka, sliding it on and tightening the drawstrings after pulling the hood up. Damien stuffed his hands in his pockets, not at all affected by the cold of Colorado.

"Where are you going to go? Want to stay at my house?"

Damien's lip curled ever so slightly. "Absolutely not. I have a condo across town" he grunted. Kenny's brows shot up from behind his parka. "Really? Since when?"

"Just now."

With that, Damien disappeared in a plume of fire. Kenny rolled his eyes and began the trek back to his home.

Pip grabbed a blanket, draping it over his mum. She had fallen asleep on the couch after crying. He knew it. She cried and it was because of him.

Pip leaned down to kiss her cheek before he grabbed his satchel and hurried out of the home. He rushed to get to the bus stop, standing back and letting people get on before him, even those who came after he arrived.

He sat down heavily and watched the scenery go by in a blur of greens and blues.

Damien grunted as he heard an insistent knocking on the door. Fucking Kenny again. The Antichrist debated on whether or not he should start the day off by maiming the blonde but he decided against it. Too much work to bring him back to life before school started.

He rolled out of bed and opened his window, crimson eyes leering out at the blonde. He saw him beaming up at him, Kyle and Stan at his side. Damien rolled his eyes and got dressed, disappearing in a plume of fire and appearing before Kenny and his friends. He clicked his tongue as Stan and Kyle jumped in surprise while Kenny's grin only widened.

"Good morning, princess"

"Fuck off, Kenny"

Damien grumbled, following the trio as they lead the way to South Park High. "Where's your fatass friend?" He grunted, not really caring for the answer. Kyle's face scrunched up and Stan sighed while Kenny put his hands behind his head as he walked.

"Probably somewhere harassing some poor kid with his pack of idiots" he grunted. Cartman was still their "friend" of sorts but over the years, the chubby teen had drifted over to a set of more mindless friends that followed him without question. A pack of bullies was all they really were.

As if on a cue, the four boys heard a slam and a cry of pain, followed by a cackle. They looked down the hallway to their left, spotting Cartman and a group of his lackeys crowding around a lithe blonde. Cartman stepped forward, driving his fist into the smaller boy's stomach before he grabbed him by his forehead, driving his head back onto the lockers.

Pip cried out and slid down to his side, holding his midsection. He was shaking violently, coughing. He looked ready to empty the contents of his stomach.

"Aw c'mon Pip, old chap, don't got anything to say?" Eric sneered, grabbing a handful of Pip's bloodied blonde hair and lifting his head up. Pip sent him a smile.

"If its not too much of a bother, could you let me go now? We're all terribly late for class" he told them. Eric stared at him before he lifted his fist, ready to beat the smile off the Brit's face before his hand was caught roughly.

"Leave him the fuck alone, fatass!" Kyle snapped from behind Kenny, who was holding onto Cartman's hand. Stan got over to Pip, helping the European up.

"Pip, dude, are you okay?" He questioned. Pip smiled up at him. "Quite. I'm a bit sore in some places but I'll be fine" he hummed. Stan shook his head, noticing the blood dribbling down the back of Pip's neck.

Damien stood back, watching the blonde with no expression on his face.

"What the fuck is your problem, Cartman?!" Kyle barked, coming forward and shoving Cartman. The teen hardly moved. He crossed his chubby arms and laughed in the redhead's face.

"Calm down, Kahl. I'm teaching the little pipsqueak to be a man"

"By beating the hell out of him?!"

Kyle was going to surge forward, give Cartman a taste of his own medicine when Pip shot forward, standing between them and blocking Kyle. "Kyle, no. I'm quite alright. No need to worry about me and fight. Let's just get to class-" Pip hadn't even finished before Cartman wretched him back by his hair.

"Yeah, Kahl. Run along" he sneered. Kyle wasn't about to back down and both Kenny and Stan looked ready to go at it as well when suddenly Cartman let out a loud cry and let go of Pip, holding his chest. Everyone looked at him in shock to see Damien had teleported behind him, his hand phased clean through Eric's back as he grabbed hold of his heart, squeezing with no expression on his face, his crimson irises half lidded. Slowly, he tilted his head.

"I wonder how it would feel to squeeze your heart until it burst like a tomato" he mused, his demonic fingers clutching Cartman's heart a bit tighter. The boy cried out and Pip jumped up, pulling his sleeve.

"Oh! Please don't! You'll kill him!"

"That's the point."

"P-please stop it..."

Damien's eyes flickered down to the other teen. He remembered this kid. He was the only one that called him a friend when he came to the mortal realm. Well, the only one that called him a friend unconditionally.

Rolling his eyes, Damien snatched his hand out of Cartman's chest, watching the boy collapse to the floor in a wheezing pile. Damien yawned and start walking away, ignoring the stares of horror everyone but Pip and Kenny gave him.

The latter blonde grabbed Pip from Stan's grip. "Go to class. I'll take him to the nurse." He mumbled beneath his parka before escorting the short blonde away.

The nurse looked up and gasped when she saw the state Pip was in. She rushed to him.

"Oh my goodness Phillip! Bullies again?"

"I wouldn't call them that, Mrs. Holic."

Kenny snorted a small 'I would' as he crossed his arms. The brunette nurse sat Pip down, rushing to get her first aid kit. "Do you mind taking your shirt off?" She inquired gently. Pip nodded and removed his shirt, cringing when he rose his arms. She came over and cringed. Gently she touched his bruised chest and pulled away when he cringed once more.

"Your ribs are most definitely broken" she sighed. Pip's smile didn't falter and she tightly wrapped his chest, giving him some protection for the injury. She grabbed the spray on disinfectant. "Close your eyes, my dear" she cooed. Pip compiled and she sprayed the cut just under his cheekbone. Pip clutched his knees tightly, grinding his teeth together. She gently patted it with a cotton swab before placing a band aid there. She walked him over to the sink, rinsing the blood out of his hair and inspecting the cut there. It wasn't too bad but it would need stitches.

"You don't want to go to a hospital, do you?" She asked rhetorically. Pip nodded. "I'm terribly sorry but I can't burden my mum with the bill" he replied. Mrs. Holic nodded and sat him down, positioning him with his face to the floor.

"I've got you. It's going to hurt though since I can't give you morphine. Just hang in there and bite this" she instructed as she passed him a clean rag. He balled it up and stuffed it into his mouth, breathing steadily.

Kenny watched the tall woman grab a needle and thread before she looked over at him. "Ken, darling, can you come hold his hair apart?" She questioned. Kenny frowned but came forward, keeping Pip's hair parted as she sewed the wound closed. The smaller blonde cringed in pain and bit down hard on the rag. Kenny sighed along with him when the nurse finally finished. She rubbed a small amount of ointment over it and Kenny let his hair fall back down over the wound.

Mrs. Holic grabbed a ponytail off of her wrist, gently brushing Pip's golden locks back before she tied his hair into a ponytail. Pip looked up, long bangs framing his face while his usually flowing hair was tamed. He turned up the watts on his smile and Mrs. Holic shook her head, hugging him tightly.

"When I find out who's been doing this to you, I'll show them what for. I'll give you two a pass now" she muttered before she disappeared into a back room and came back with a yellow slip for both of them.

When they got back to class, all eyes flew over to Pip, who looked away. Kenny threw an arm over his shoulder and leered at them. Most of them looked away. More often than not, you didn't want to fuck with the kid that wouldn't stay dead.

Pip took his seat, realizing the boy from before was sitting beside him, arm propped up on his hand as he stared out a window. His eyes were an unholy shade of crimson that seemed familiar to him but he couldn't place where'd he'd seen them before.

With a small shake of his head, Pip focused back on the lesson

A/n: Ah, first chapters are always the worst.

Anyway, please review and until next time, I love you~

-Scarlet)