"Will you be by my side?" Damien x Pip

Chapter 14: Soldiers

Damien woke up early that morning. The sun wasn't up yet, but it was still technically morning.

Damien got everything ready and packed, ready to head, but that's when he remembered, "Oh yeah....they joined....geez...."

He went over to Willow and kicked her stomach lightly, but she didn't wake up. "Hey." he kicked her again; she woke up this time.

"What?" she asked, tired.

"Get up and get the others as well. We're going." Damien replies.

"What!? Now!?" Willow asks, eyes shooting open.

Damien doesn't respond as he checks to make sure he got everything he needed. 'Thank fath-nope you know what! Thank god! Yeah, fuck you, father! Anyways, Thank god I got so much stuff at that shop.' he thought.

He then grabbed the bag again and started walking, "Hey, wait a minute!" Willow called.

"No. I'm going. There is literally no time to waste." Damien keeps walking. He could hear the others follow behind him; he sighed as he kept going, "The torturer grounds are...at the very ech....I'll find Philip there. Philip...." Damien mumbled to himself, "Beautiful....smart....clever..I....I'm going to hold him close when I find him." Damien rambles off to himself. Damien just kept walking and walking. So far, everything was good. Everything was good. Nothing could go wrong now since they were so far away from everything and everyone, right?

-With Cathryn (Yuck.)-

"Find him!! I need to marry him!! Send out money rewards!! Now!!" The witch yells.

"We're trying to, your future majesty! But we can't find him! However, don't worry, there is a boy, he says The prince bought a bunch of stuff at the shop he works at!"

Cathryn perks up, "Really? Where is this shop?"

"Near the beginning where the town ends, where there are just trees." the guards explain.

Cathryn thinks before realizing, "Shit! They are heading for the torturer grounds! Damien and those....girls are going to try and free the Franch-y!" Cathryn said as she forced the "Franch-y" out of her mouth like it was a slur, which at this point, it probably is.

"Go after them! Get Damien back and throw the girls in jail." Cathryn yells.

The soldiers ran out, but before they all made it out, she again yelled, "And take the dog! He could use a lesson on what his place here from now on is."

One of the soldiers stops running and walks up to her, "Right, your future majesty, about Cerberus um....he's..gone."

"Gone!? What do you mean gone!? Where could he have gone!?" she asks.

The soldier starts sweating nervously, "We don't know. Someone checked up on Cerberus this morning, and he's just....gone."

Cathryn stands up, tense as all hell, "Send another search party! Find the dog!! Or dogs? Is it three dogs or one dog?" The soldier shrugs his shoulders, "Whatever! Doesn't matter!! Just go!"

The soldiers jump a little before running off to make another separate search party. Cathryn sighs; her breath, which smelled like smoke and rotting flesh, probably from all the horrible undercooked meals, started flooding the room. Thank god nobody but her was there because they would have surely died the moment they took a breath.

That's when Damien's father, Satan, enters the room, "Cathryn, how's the Damien situation? Also, what's that smell?"

"We got a lead. A boy said Damien bought stuff from his store, so we are checking around the torturer grounds since he is most likely going to try and free the Franch-y. We need to up security there as well. We can't let Damien free him. Also, what smell?" She says.

"That horrible smell, I could die being in here too long...whatever just spray the room with something when leaving. Anyways, um, we have another issue, though."

"What?"

"Um....an angel has made it into heaven. We are trying to find them but....we can't, and I'm too old and retired, so you will have to deal with it." Satan explains.

"What!? I already have this, though!" Cathryn yells.

"Oh, calm down. It's practice for what's going to come in the future as royalty. You need to be able to handle the responsibility."

Cathryn's face palms, 'When I marry Damien, I will just make him do my work. It's his royal husband duty. He has to!' she thinks.

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