Okay, so I've had this story plot kinda stuck in my mind for a while now, Its a little different than most of the stories I've read, a little OOC but I'm sure you'll forgive me. Also unlike my last two stories which stared Style, K2, and Kyman this one mostly involves Style and Cryle, and a few others I won't spoil. I hope you enjoy! :)

It was perfectly silent, you could hear a pin drop. It had taken them five and a half hours before they were able to settle down their children for a nightly slumber. Like always, it took hours of continuous hissy fits and loud screams before the children gave into their heavy eyes and sore limbs, allowing their parents to lay them in their rooms for rest. Damien, tired as he was, lingered in their nursery doorway. Propped up against the dark wood frame he studied his kids soft faces of slumber, hoping they were dreaming of pleasant things. His red eye focused on his children protectively, watching their cute belly's rise and fall with each little breathes. He wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten so lucky as to help procreate such beautiful creatures, he hadn't really thought he deserved them as the Anti-Christ. But they were here and they were his. Damien felt his lips tug slightly upwards in a rare smile as he watched his youngest of the three sigh in her sleep, pulling the covers up to her chin as she curled into a ball. He loved her. He loved them all. Because they were his, his to teach to fight, teach to control their powers, teach to care and look out for each other. The smile on his lips grew wider as his heart tugged pleasantly. He would never let anything happen to them.

" Damien?" A small voice called out from the hallway. He turned his head away from the children, craning his neck over his shoulder to look at the one who had called his name. Behind him was a small boy, around the age of nineteen. He was short and scrawny, yet had an air of elegance to him like a young duke or a heir to some big buisness. The boy was staring up at him with bright blue eyes, his blonde hair falling slightly into them but the boy didn't move to push the strands away.

" Yes, Pip?" He asked the boy, turning his body along with his head. Damien walked towards the boy named Pip, slowly as to not startle him and lift his hand to brush the stray strands of hair away from the boys delicate face.

" I was just wondering when you plan to join me in bed. I don't like it when you're not there, it feels cold," Damian chuckled at that, brings his large hands to Pip's cheeks and creasing his pink flesh. He leaned down to kiss the boys forehead then nuzzled his neck, taking in the smell of his soft skin.

"We're in Hell, love. It's never cold," Damien replied.

"Oh, but it does feel that way, when you're not with me," Pip inhaled deeply, shivering at the feel of Damian's lips pressed against his neck. A rush of heat ran through his body in large waves causing his knees to knock and a moan to roll pass his dry lips.

" Damien, don't.. we'll, we'll wake up the children," Pip spoke softly, glancing a worried look towards the dark room that conceals his children listening for any signs that their might sleep has been disturbed.

" Then we'll continue in our bedroom," Damien smirked, looking up at his love. Pip blushed at the indication in a prudish way but nodded none the less, eager to lie between the sweat stained sheets cuddling up next to the man whom had earlier ravished his smaller body.

Damien stood up straight, his shoulders rolled back and chest puffed out in a dominant way while he reached out for Pip's hand. Turning towards the corridor that reached their private chamber Damian took off sin long, fast strides, also eager to stain the sheets with their sex. Perhaps get Pip pregnant again, though he'll need more rabbit blood for the spell and another crow feather, they'd ran out from the first time when Pip conceived the triplets.

The pair were stopped abruptly by one of the servants of hell. A young demon boy who work for Damien's father, Satan.

" Excuse me Master," The demon bowed his head, tilting his chin slightly to the side to bare is neck in an act of submission, "But your father wishes to speak words with you."

" Why," Damien asks rudely, irritated by the boys presents and his fathers bad timing. He was tired from the kids, all he wanted was to fuck Pip in the ass and go to bed. Was that too much to ask?

" He told me it concerned your kids," apparently it was to much to ask, " but that was all he had mentioned to me."

Damien let of an annoyed sigh, wanting to cut the demons tongue out and serve it to the lost souls that crept around in the dark, "Very well, I'll go talk to him."

Behind him he could here Pip let out a sad whimper. Pip's hands gripped the back of his shirt tightly in protest, silently begging him not to go.

" Damien," He sound like he wanted to cry and Damien felt he might just do the same from his own sexual frustration, "You'll come straight back to me right? Please.."

" Yes love, I'll only be a few minutes. While I'm away why don't you prepare something, a show for me when I get back?"

Damien attempted to give Pip a reassuring grin but Pip still looked upset that he wouldn't be taken right away. He nodded obediently regardless, causing Damien to smile gently.

" I'll be back quickly," Damien leaded down swiftly, kissing the smaller boy on the forehead before turning towards the demon boy who stood awkwardly behind him.

" Escort Pip back to our chambers. Then leave to do your own thing. Do not hang around him longer than necessary. Understood?"

The young demon glanced down quickly, baring Damien his neck again in submission.

" Yes, Master. Understood," He stuttered out nervously, turning on his heals and leading Pip towards their bedroom. Pip glanced up at Damien for a second in another silent plea to hurry before following the demon into the dark corridor.

Letting another annoyed breathe leave his lips, Damien made his way towards his fathers office, where he knew his father would be. He kept a fast pace, hurried to be back with Pip but mostly curious as to what his father had to say about his children.

The corridors he traveled were dark and windowless, the only light that broke through the darkness were dimly lite candles hanging on the walls. The walls were made of dark grey granite and the floors as black as his fathers soulless eyes. Blood red carpets laid flat beneath his feet, standing out against the colorless castle. The constant heat from the hellish fires surrounding the land was for the most part annoying rather than unbearable, mostly just made everyone sticky and wet. The whole place seemed rather dull and lifeless.

Pausing to a halt, Damien looked up at a large pair of black and gold doors, standing tall and strong against the granite walls. His fathers office. With out hesitation Damien pushed the heavy doors open with a harsh shove, standing back to wait for the doors to be fully opened before he entered. His fathers office was like the rest of the castle. Dark and candle lite. But unlike the bare walls that watched you from the tiny cracks his office walls were filled with pictures, mostly of places above ground on earth. His office smelt of something awful though, like rotting flesh and dried blood. Damien never liked bring Pip or the kids around here.

" Boy," A deep, gruff voice called out from behind a large leather chair. Damien stepped deeper into the room and closer to the voice he was familiar with. When he stood in the middle of the room he watched the chair spin around slowly, his father perched comfortable in it, " I was hoping to catch you before you went to bed."

"What concerns do you have of my children?" It was a blunt question but Damien just want to leave the room as fast as possible. The smell was making his nostrils burn.

His father smiled at him cheekily, resting his elbows on the giant wooden desk and intertwining his fingers together. " Would you like something to drink?" Damien glared at him, wanting to set fire to the room before making his leave.

" Answer my question God dammit!" He knew his father well enough to know that he was trying to piss him off for his own amusement, and it was working.

" What was your question again?" Satan smiled widely, uncrossing his fingers to pour himself a glass of whiskey. Damien tightened his hands into a fist, wanting to punch his dirty fucken face in.

" What concerns do you have of my children?" Damien asked slowly, like he was talking to a child himself.

" Oh yes that, I was wondering, have my grandchildren been obtaining any of their powers yet? What are they, like three..four-"

" Five, they just turned five three months ago in October."

" Five you say? So they must be gaining their powers by now, am I correct?" Damien watched as his father lifted the glass of alcohol to his lips, throwing the liquid to the back of his throat and swallowing with a harsh gulp before slamming the glass down onto the desk. Oh how he wants to break the glass into pieces and force his father to chew on the sharp edges.

" You are correct."

" Good, tell me boy, what can your children do?"

Damien kept his eyes narrowed threateningly on his father. Satan never took an interest in anything but himself, unless something or someone was of use to him.

" Wendy can see what others cannot see with their eyes," Damien said rather proudly. Wendy was the youngest of the triplets and the only girl. She was the sweetest too, mostly taking after Pip. But just like the others Wendy looked more like Damien. She had long, straight ink black hair but Pip's bright blue eyes. She was fair skinned but surprisingly not too pale.

" What do you mean?" Satan questioned, one of his thick eyebrows was raised and his dark eyes stared straight into Damien's red ones.

" She can see one's secrets. Just by touching someone Wendy can uncover everything about a person. Whether they're good or bad."

Satan was silent at first. His eyes fixed on one of the painting on the wall, the one of the Egyptian Pyramids. Damien watched him questionably, his father looked as if he was absorbing the information and analyzing it. Finally Satan turned back towards him, a glint of curiosity lite up in his eyes.

" And the others?"

" Craig has the ability to conjure and control fire," Damien spoke cautiously, watching his father visibly straighten with excitement.

" You don't say?" He seemed pleased with this answer, which made Damien angry, " Craig is the oldest?"

" No, He's the middle," just like Wendy, Craig had ink black hair, though not long like hers but still had perfectly fair skin. He was quieter than his siblings and prefers to stand off to the side and watch the others do reckless and adventurous things. His eyes were a more grey-blue, not as pretty as Wendy's but held a lot more wisdom . Craig was an old soul.

" What can the eldest do? What kind of things can, um.."

" Stan."

" Yes! Stan! What can he do?" Damien was down right disturbed now. His father was acting like a child being told he was going to the circus. He'd never witnessed his father taking such an interest in his kids. This new development made his stomach drop from uneasiness, causing him to subconsciously grip his hands into tight fists.

" Well boy spit it out! What is your oldest capable of?" Satan's voice rose along with his impatiences.

" Why are you so interested?" Satan eye's narrowed darkly at the lack of an answer. His good mood fowled by a simple question. Damien felt necessary to take a few steps back.

" I asked you a question," He rasped out dangerously, slowly standing from his chair and reaching his full height at seven foot, eight inches. His strong goat legs stepping around the desk and stopping to stand in front of his son.

" I asked you one too. Why so interested?" Damien countered. Though not as tall as his father he stood full-length with a straight back, showing dominance.

" Have you not thought about it?" Satan asked staring down at Damien with a dagger infused glare, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief.

" Thought about what?" It was Damien's turn to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Satan huffed arrogantly then chuckled slightly like he'd just watched someone on their knees begging for their life.

" Your children seem strong. And they're only five. Image, with intense training what they'd be capable of within a few years." He smiled proudly in a odd crooked way that looked more painful than anything. And this had frustrated Damien because he knew exactly what his father concerns for his children were, exactly why his father's smile was so demented. His father wanted to use his children as an army, they were kids! They could get hurt! Angry Damien shoved his father away from him. He felt himself snarling and attempted to swallow the growls that crawled up through his throat.

" How fucken dare you!" Damien lung forward, aiming a right hook at his father jaw, connecting his fist hard into his fathers bone, a cracking sound echoing through his ears like a bell, " My children are not for your use and disposal. I know what you want! You want to end the world! To bring pain to the living above!" This time a growl succeeded in escaping his mouth.

" What kind of Anti-Christ are you?" Satan asked in a low voice. His eyes were pure black now and the room started to fog up with black smoke, " Has the British whore started to make you weak?"

" Fuck you," Damien spat, ready to punch him again but Satan had grabbed him snugly by the neck with his large hands, lifting him into the air and roughly slamming him against a wall.

" What are you gonna do about it?" He sounded smug now, like he was showing off a first place trophy that he'd cheated to win. His hard fist around Damien's neck caused him to choke on the little air he had. Damien dug his nails deep into his fathers arm, hoping to draw blood and drag at least some pain out of him.

" You can't," was all Damien was able to squeeze out, still struggling against his fathers brutal force.

" Try and stop me," He gave Damien's neck a generous squeeze before dropping him to the ground and turning to walk back to his desk. Coughing into the floor, Damien lifted his own hand to his neck and messaged the bruised flesh in attempt to heal the burn. He glimpsed his eyes back up at Satan who had already poured himself another glass of whiskey, "Tomorrow," He took a big swing of the amber liquid, " We'll start their training tomorrow. If you try to stop me, well, we'll see how Pip likes be to be chocked by my hands. Knowing him, he'd beg me suffocating him with my bare hands, that slut."

Damien snarled at the man in a pathetic warning, pulling himself off the floor to his own two feet. His hand resting on the wall for support. He needed to get to Pip, to the kids. He needed to keep them safe. With what little energy Damien had regained he headed for the opened doors quickly, suddenly needing to be in Pips arms for warmth, he felt cold.

" Damien," Damien stopped when he had reached the door, he leaned to the side and rested against to opening, his back facing the room, " You never told me what Stan could do."

He sighed out in exhaustion, gripping the door frame in order to restrain himself from taking an other swig and his father.

" What can't that boy do?"

" Don't beat around the bush boy."

Damien closed his eyes internally wishing himself away far from this place. Somewhere no one could find him, or his family. Perhaps a small cottage in a hidden forest? Or a little beach house on their own private island, isolated by miles of water. Opening his eyes again, he was disappointed to still be burning hot and sweaty from the scorching fires of Hell.

" Stan is multi-talented. He has super strength, is extremely intelligent and a natural fighter. But he excels is one thing more than the others. He's powerful when it comes to inflicting pain on others who anger him, physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally," Damien had found this out personally, when Stan was four and wanted a cookie before dinner. Damien had told him no, it would spoil his appetite. Stan had broken his arm with just a flick of his wrist and given him a painful migraine that brought Damien down to his knees with a snap of his fingers. In the end, he'd gotten his cookie.

Stan, the eldest of the triplets, same inky black hair, fair skin, only he caters dark blue eyes. But Stan is a difficult one to figure out. While Wendy is a more cheerful and positive spirit and Craig is the wise soul who disagrees with anything that has to do with being adventurous. Stan is a little more complicated. He's passionate and caring but also harsh and demanding. He'd share his charming smiles and heart lifting laughs with you till you defied him, not once hesitating to inflict pain on those who go against his demands. Stan's only five, and he's scared all the staff into submission.

Without sharing any more information to the Devil himself, Damien rushes quickly from the room. His mind feels fuzzy and unclear, but he is able to find his way to his bedroom, pushing passed the doors and startling Pip who had been drifting off to sleep.

" Is everything alright?" Pip asks, he sits up slowly leaning his body against the backboard and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

" The kids," Damien breathes out, trying to catch his breathe. Pip, more alert sits up straighter and motions Damien to sit beside him, though he refuses.

" They're sleeping in their rooms," Pip replies cautiously, eying Damien carefully.

" They need to leave," Pip's eyes widen in uncertainty and worry, getting out of bed and rushing towards Damien. Pip places his hands on the taller boys shoulders steadying him, before locking their eyes together.

" Why? What did your father say?" His voice is soft but sounds slightly broken, It makes Damien's heart tug in an odd beat.

" Satan. He want to turn them into weapons. He wants to use them to hurt the living above."

Pip gasped but didn't look too surprised, his blue eyes held a calmness to them that Damien envied. He, himself, was in a panic. He needed his children out of this place. He needed his children safe. Somewhere Satan couldn't find them. Another rough tug pulled at his heart only this time stronger. He wanted to be there for them, to raise them. They'd have to find a place his kids could live with the mortals, masking their demon scents with the common man. They just needed a place to hide.

Pip keep staring into his red eyes, his little hands stroking at Damien's cheek. Damien slumped his shoulder in defeat; Staring back into the beautiful blue he'd fall in love with, he knew Pip knew what he was thinking.

" I know a place they could hide."

Next chapter will have more of the kids :)