The Truths That Were Lies ( PIP X DAMIEN) || DIP

Before

Before

                                      Damien. 
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"Which one would you like to take Damien?"
      I look up to see my father holding two of my favorite plushies, one of a black goat and one of a creepy angel.

        I remember when I was first gifted the angel, it was on my 5th birthday, which was 3 years ago... because now I am 8 years old who is currently packing to go move to Colorado because my father apparently has "business" to do there.
       By business I mean, trying to take over the world only to fail because he realizes he can't win... my father never seems to learn his lesson..
    Which is something I like about him.

"Uhm... I'll take the angel!" I yell as I pull out both of my hands to grab him... he's so soft and cuddly, it feels like clouds are floating in my arms .
      Even though I've never touched clouds, nor never will because unfortunately I'm not allowed to go anywhere near heaven or where all the saints live. I suppose I'm only allowed there once I'm king, because my father goes there sometimes but he always comes back with either a broken horn or a bruised eye.

   I try to ignore it but I can tell he's in pain.. but.. he's so strong, when ever he catches me looking at him all beaten up he smiles down at me and says.. "Remember how you were telling me how badly your nightmares scare you? Well daddy just went out and fought them all! So now you won't have to deal with any nightmares anymore... sleep tight my little devil!" then he kisses me on the cheek, closes the door and i drift to sleep, but unfortunately sometimes the nightmares still come even though he fought them all off...
     Which is weird.

"Okay, remember Damien, we are only going to be here for about a week so make sure you make as much destruction as you can because even if I don't win I still want to leave something behind. Now... you're going to get hold of Jesus for me while I train for the fight.. got it?"

    "Got it father!"

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Pip

When I walked into the classroom the first thing I notice is a new student who charmingly sits right in front of me! I walk towards my desk and look down at the ground... I use my hair to cover my face so he won't see that I'm actually looking at him.

     He has messy raven hair, he hasn't said much but with the words he does speak I manage to see that he also has very sharp teeth... which I don't think is normal for 8 year olds ..

      I sigh in boredom and start getting my arms out to rest on them when I'm suddenly fully awaken by a scream. I look up and see Eric Cartman on the floor screaming at the new student.
    My eyes cannot decide on who they want to focus on so they switch to Eric and the new kid until the new kid looks my direction and I all of a sudden forget how to breathe, I don't know why I'm feeling so anxious right now.

My palms start to get sweaty even though he is no longer looking at me I still feel his eyes glued to me, his eyes were so dark and mysterious it's rather frightening. I clear my throat and decided to continue paying attention to our lesson but unfortunately it's difficult because all I can think about is how I want to see those eyes again.