Damien smirked at the terrified faces, feeling perfectly content to watch his new victims squirm underneath his gaze. Flames licked at the floor, melting it to a boiling liquid that lapped at the bleachers where they were trapped.

There was only one calm face, in the back, hidden behind the much larger forms of his classmates.
"It has come to my attention that an explanation is in order." He mused. "For years now, I have had a spy in your midst, recording and following every one of your sins. Now, it is time for me to claim your souls and my spy."

People turned accusingly to Pip, who clutched at a golden cross that hung
around his neck. "It's not me!" The Brit screamed in fear.

Damien leaned back and grinned as his blond stood up gracefully, making his way down calmly. The floor hardened underneath his footsteps. With quick, precise steps he was by Damien's side.

"Tweek?" Someone gasped in surprise. Tweek grinned and blew them a kiss as
Damien's arm snaked around his waist.

"Why?" Stan called out, fearful as they began to tilt downwards. The blonde pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair. Smoothing it down, two black
horns peaked out. They were sharp and gleaming in the flames as he stuck out his forked tongue.

"Nothing personal." Tweek said, shrugging slightly as he waved goodbye. The duo disappeared with a crack, leaving the screaming teens to their fate as the bleachers finally gave away, plunging them into the roaring inferno.