Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Caninus.

'That's it... the towns doomed forever.'

Craig mumbled, head buried in his hands as he moped at the dining table. In an already volatile town, that book in whoever's hands had probably tipped the scale even more. Kenny was going to have his guts for garters if he ever found out.

'How did they know where to find it to start with? They clearly planned it, they knew no one would be here... It's broad fucking daylight too!' The stressed out pastor exclaimed, pulling his hat down over his eyes. 'Uggghhh...' He groaned like a tormented teen, leaning back into his chair.

'You forget this town is full of backwatered hicks, yeah? They couldn't even translate the right passage the first time I got brought here... They'll probably summon some fungus demon and the town will just have a really, really bad mould problem for a while...' The imp hurriedly tried to set the kitchen back to some kind of normality in attempt to keep himself busy. 'You were lucky to keep it hidden as long as you did... That kind of power; someone was bound to find it.'

'None of that helped...' the pastor groaned, 'Here... Let me help.' Deciding finally to get back to his feet - as much as he appreciated Tweek helping he wanted to put it back his way. 'Would you mind looking upstairs please? I don't think I can bare to see another trashed room.'

'Sure...' Tweek left what he was doing and set about going to check out the state of the upper floor.

...

Most of the rooms remained in their natural state. Some doors were flung open but compared to the chaos that was downstairs, it appeared that they had found what they were searching for rather quickly.

Bathroom. Good

Spare room. Good

Craigs room. Good

The study. Good... Wait no.

Despite the turned over chair and a few books on the floor, the most obvious sign that things were certainly not good was the mangled mess of what used to be a human being, now sprawled and bloodied in the centre of the room.

'Jesus!' The imp, wide eyed and panicked, exclaimed but quickly clamped a hand over his mouth - avoiding any alert to the pastor downstairs.

'Good... I was hoping you'd be back.'

The gristly voice came from the corner while Tweek slowly and quietly shut the door. Concealing his gruesome discovery once more. Of course the fucking Guinea pig did this.

'You... You did this..?' Questioning the ball of fluff in its pen while his eyes remained transfixed on the disfigured pile.

'Yes. My home was threatened.' The tiny creature peered through the bars at Tweek. No wonder the house was in utter disarray, the hulking form of this demon nearly filled the hallway upon Tweeks first encounter. 'They tried to take your stupid little spell book. Please look after it better this time, jackass.' A tiny pink paw pointed to the desk in the corner, the gold embellished cover glowing under the light of the room.

'Awh... You saved it!' His gaze was torn away on mention of the book. As much as that was a relief, he had zero thought about how to remove the body that remained in front of his feet. 'What... What are we gonna do with... It?' The way the demon had pulled this human apart, no distinguishable feature remained.

'Eat it.'

'Wha- no you eat it!'

'I ate the other three!'

'You're foul... That's so foul... Jesus!' That was too far, even for him. Either way, they needed to hurry up with its disposal. 'How I am gonna explain this to Craig?! There's blood everywhere...' Drenched into the rug and splatted on the furniture - if his nightmares were bad now he'd never see sleep after witnessing this.