Meanwhile, across town, a distraught Sharon Marsh looked on at the destruction from her son's clubhouse. Her real house had already exploded and the charred remains of their furniture and personal possessions littered the back yard lawn. Randy Marsh had gone off to try and calm his son down, but whether he was dead right now…

A tear fell from her eye as an explosion echoed from the other side of town. What had she done to deserve this? She had always been a good mother, putting her son before everything except herself and her new romances. But that wasn't bad enough to warrant her son's death and resurrection as an evil demon.

I mean, it's not like she was that Butters kid's mother, right?

"YOU!" A voice shouted from the entrance to the clubhouse. Sharon stopped her crying and looked over to see a dirty farmer in a straw hat climbing in with an angry look on his face.

"Ah warned ye, didn't ah Marsh? Ah warned ye." The farmer spoke, removing his hat out of habit and twiddling it idly in his hands. "I told ye yar boy wouldn'a be tha same thing ye put in thar."

Sharon nodded slowly and looked down, shadows masking her features as tears fell freely down her face. The farmer sighed.

"Ah guess thar's only one thin' to do now." He reached into his coat and pulled out a small computer chip. Gazing at the V-chip for a second, he set off to find the legendary fat boy who defeated the demons when they rose from the pits of hell.

Leaving Sharon Marsh weeping in a corner of the clubhouse, he descended the ladder and headed straight towards the sounds of fire power and explosions. Such a foul-mouthed hero would surely be the main target for the demon's wrath.

'Ah can only hope he be still alahve. Or wa're all doomed.'

-

Eric Cartman awoke to see a dark, foreboding sky above him and no trace of a demon or anyone around him. Rubbing his head, he muttered something about filthy, no good, stinking Jews and sat up. He noticed a lump on his head and swore to himself that he'd make the Jew eat his own parents.

But then he remembered the plan - Bebe's plan. He frowned. Getting chased by a demon, hit in the head with a rock, and made to run two blocks… Was it really worth three thousand dollars?

But Cartman had plans for the large sum of money, namely he was going to buy his way into a slight position of power in the boy scouts, becoming troop leader so that he could work his way up the ranks, eventually gathering enough power and blackmail to overthrow the mayor and rule over the town. Once he did that, he would buy a satellite and blast the White House from space, then claim it was the Jews in order to launch an all out war on Judaism and Kyle.

…

Or maybe he would buy a ton of junk food. Either way, it was totally worth it.

He limped over to a tree on the outskirts of the forest to find a tank with a body shaped imprint in the side and three or four people to his left talking. He decided to go right, away from the easy prey that were so exposed to the demon's wrath.

He just wanted to go home and eat some powdered sugar pancake surprise and watch Terrence and Phillip. Was that so much to ask? He looked up and noticed a filthy hobo walking up to him.

"I don't have any spare change, and I'm pissed off right nah, so you better get outta my way you cock-smoking, ass-rangling, monkey-fucking son-of-a-bitch!" He growled. The hobo just smiled.

"Eric Cahrtman? Ah you Eric Cahrtman?"

Cartman paused. "What's it to you dickhead?"

"Ya must be Eric Cahrtman! Only he could have such a fahl mahth. Ya must take this!" He held out the V-chip to Cartman. "The fate of all mankind depends on ya!"

Cartman contemplated this for a second. "What's in it for me?" He smirked.

"Tha lahves of everyone ye hold dear." The farmer replied.

"Sorry, no sale." Cartman started walking off.

"Your OWN life, Eric Cahrtman." This made Cartman stop walking and hold his hand out to the V-chip.

"Alrigh, alright you bitchy hobo. Give it here." He grabbed the chip from the persons hand and stared at it for a second.

"What am I supposed to do with this?!"

"Just sware. Sware like ya've never swared befo'!"

"…Fuck."

The V-chip beeped and sent out a powerful electric blast towards the farmer who dodged just in time, his hat did not make it. Cartman grinned and started walking back towards the open prey, ready to fry some demon – and possibly Jew – ass.

-

The 'easy prey' Cartman was talking about was actually Kyle, Stan/Damien, Rebecca and Wendy. Wendy, at the moment, was staring wide-eyed at the thing that was once her boyfriend. Kyle was glaring at the demon, Rebecca was glaring with just as much intensity. But Damien was smiling. As fast as lightning, the demon spawn fired a blast of fire at Rebecca. Without even a chance to dodge, the blast hit her full on the chest and she was blasted back into a wall, where she hit her head on a wall of a collapsed building. Time went by in slow motion as Kyle spun around and watched her fall to her knees and then to the floor as all life left her.

"REBECCA!" Kyle screamed. He completely forgot the demon was there as he ran over to his girlfriend. He started crying before he reached her and knelt down next to her. He held her body in his arms as tears fell onto her forehead.

"Aw… Poor boy. Did I just hurt your wittle girlfriend?" The demon laughed. "Pathetic."

Kyle remembered the demon was there. He also remembered the demon killed his girlfriend. With this memory, his eyes went wide and the street started shaking. He whispered something inaudible and a street light exploded next to him.

"I'm sorry? What was that?" The demon shouted.

"You bastard." Kyle said, but the demon still couldn't hear him. Windows shattered nearby Kyle.

"Come again? I must have some wax in my ears 'cos I can't-"

"YOU BASTARD!" Kyle screamed and cars exploded as a telekinetic blast launched from Kyle towards the cunt who even thought of hurting the girl he loved. Unknown to even Kyle, his eyes switched from the natural green colour to a blazing yellow. He stood and began to walk towards the murderer.

The battle is on.