Hell isn't so bad.

I'll never go back there.

Damien sat down in his throne, getting grapes fed to him by one of his sinners. "Eugh! Disgusting!" He yelled and threw them on the floor, wrinkling his nose and spitting out some of the grapes he had been eating. "Get me a fucking snack I can actually digest!" The demon ordered, and they did as told. Time went by, and he started getting boring down there, especially if you were created for the purpose of living here. It was rather comfy on his throne hall, though. Dimmed red lights, and paintings of him and his father all over the place, some paintings of his many mothers. A frantic and panicky prisoner walked slowly towards Damien, giving him a proper bow before speaking. "H-hello, your highness, there's a new death coming, it's the usual." The dark-haired one looked at him with a soft grin and a low, deep chuckle. "McCormick." He whispered as the blonde appeared out of nowhere after he snapped his fingers. He waved 'shoo' to the messenger and looked at the blonde, his eyes stabbing glares at Kenny's blue pearls. "Kenneth. You're finally here. What happened this time?" He asked, the blonde standing up straight and walked to a chair beside the throne. "Hey, Thorn" he muttered. The blonde was wearing rather different clothes than his usual skinny jeans with hoodie. He was wearing an Arizona Diamond Backs baseball cap, chewing tobacco. It seemed like he was a professional Baseball player. His jeans red this time, with chains around them and dirty converse boots. "Well, let's just say that I now hate trucks." Kenny said, and Damien laughed. "Well, at least Eric didn't kill you this time." He said. "Cartman was driving the pick-up." And with that, the dark emperor laughed even more, his fangs showing as he cackled in a deep tone. 'For fuck's sake, when will that asshole learn to not mess with my stuff...' he thought in his mind, talking about McCormick like he was his possession, which he technically was. But Damien was being more protective over him this time. "Alright, go to my room. I'll meet you there in a bit, when these sinners finish their DAMNED JOBS AND GIVE ME MY FUCKING SNACK!" He snapped his fingers and one of the prisoners' neck gave a loud 'CRACK!' And his lifeless body fell to the side. Kenny got up and walked away, putting his hands in his pocket as the red varsity jacket the teen was wearing  read 'I'm to die for'. Damien couldn't help but chuckle once he saw it.
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(Time skip to 4:00 pm, the current time was 2:30.)
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Kenny finally arrived to Damien's room, and grabbed the keys under the rug. There was a note that said 'don't enter unless you're Mccormick.' "Damien, you fucking kidding me?" He chuckled and put the keys in the slot, gave it a couple turns and swung the door open carefully. "Let's see, let's see..." he said as he sat down on the bed. The room was filled with dimmed  purple lights, it looked royal, especially with the purple bright colours. Kenny waited around for a couple more minutes until Damien teleported into the room. "Boo!" He said in a sarcastic tone, grinning at the other who was currently sleeping at the time. "Kenneth, really?" He whispered and sat down beside his sleeping body, looking at the peaceful blonde. There was a pack of chewing tobacco along with his cap. His hair was messy as always, and he slept in tranquility. Damien couldn't help but smile at him, softly caressing over Kenny. "What am I doing?!" He asked his own mind, looking where he had placed his hand on the other's cheek. "G-gah! What the fuck?" The demon took his hand away, and stood there, looking in confusion at the other teen. "W-why did I just do that... and why was I liking it?" Damien shook his head in disbelief when he thought of that, mentally slapping himself "damien. No. no. Stop. That's not true, you do NOT like him, you like Pip, you like Pip, you like- WHAT'RE YOU DOING STOP SMILING, DON'T DO IT-" he was yelling in his mind, but sighing softly in the outside as he pecked the other's forehead with his lips "WHY DID YOU JUST DO THAT?!" His mind yelled at him "WHAT ABOUT LIKING THE OTHER BLONDE! YOU WERE GONNA ASK HIM TO DINNER NEXT FRIDAY-" Damien completely shut his mind off, and layed beside the other, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist and softly tickling over his stomach. Kenny opened his eyes, and felt him passionately holding him. His eyes widened as he froze still. He wasn't fighting it. Or not even flinching! "D-Damien? What're you doing?" Kenny whispered as he was being held. The demon slowly unwrapped himself off, smiling weakly at the teen. "I... don't know?" He simply said, worrying slightly. They both stared at each other for a while, lowly chuckling in awkwardness. "Do it again, please." He scooted closer to him, their noses, foreheads and chests touching. "I like you." Kenny came out and grinned, wrapping his own arms around the other as he did the same. "I... don't hate you." Damien responded.