South Park One-Shots

Omens Can Love Too

Damien Thorn x Demon!Reader

It was a cold September night, and the midnight hour was slowly creeping up on the small mountain town of South Park Colorado. A young girl, feet crashing down harshly on the pavement, started her dangerous track into the forest. She kept her hands in her pockets, and a frown on her face. Her (e/c) eyes hidden behind her glasses were allowed to flash red for a split second before she disappeared into the shadows of the tree line.

Her feet caused twigs to snap under her steps. She let out a sigh and caught glimpse of her icy breath turning to frost and then disappearing. She came to a small clearing.

There were no trees, and the dirt was compact and much lighter than the soil surrounding it. Locals called it the Devil's tramping ground.

The girl lifted her sleeve up to reveal the large purple demon trap on her wrist, and stepped into the center of the ground. Instantly, whispers filled her ears as she took a small knife and cut slightly into her wrist. Then revealing to see no blood seeping out.

No blood the voices changed their ominous whispers to one unified terror-filled shrill one. The ground began to crack and open. The girl stepped back as to avoid falling in.

Red smoke filled the air as it filed into the very center of the crack and formed the shape of the Devil himself. Loud thunderous laughter filled the air as Satan became more and more vivid. Finally, he stood right before her in all his glory.

"Lucifer. I received your message. What is so urgent?" She asked.

"Ah (Y/n), my most prized demon. I have a request to ask of you... My son will soon be joining the school you follow, and I ask for your help." He said.

"Well. What do you need?" She asked. Now she was confused.

"He will be seen as an outcast, and different. I only ask that you stay by his side and take him on as a friend." Satan said. (Y/n)'s eyes widened.

"Wait... You called me to your tramping ground in the middle of the goddamn night just to ask me to be your son's friend? He's younger than me isn't he?" She asked.

"Well yes, but only by 100 years. He looks the same age as you. Please (y/n), just this once. I don't want this to be a repeat of his Elementary Years." Satan pleaded.

"But I'm supposed to go home to hell tomorrow." (Y/n) said. Her eyes pleaded with Satan.

"I know, but could you just stay a couple more days. Please?" He pleaded.

"Alright alright. I'll see him tomorrow. Goodnight." She allowed her eyes to flash red again, and swiftly walked away. She waited for Satan to descend back into the ground before dispersing back to her house.

Goddammit. She thought.

~*~

The next day (Y/n) walked to the bus stop where she was greeted by the four boys she made friends with at the beginning of the year. "Hey guys." She said faking a yawn to make it believe she had just woken up.

"Hey (y/n), still tired?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah. I just can't seem to fall asleep at night." She said dropping her eyes for effect.

"You'll be fine as soon as you get to school." Stan said. (Y/n) shot him a look before the bus came to a grinding halt. Ms. Crabtree threw open the door and the five friends jumped inside.

(Y/n) sat with Kyle and Stan, but the entire time she couldn't stop staring at Damien who was a few seats in front of her. He was talking to Pip, and his voice drifted through the air and hit her ears. "I don't know. I guess my dad will send a messenger to tell me." He said. Oh god, that was her.