The Angel in Hell ( South Park )

Chapter two

   "A... Fate worse than death?" Pip whispered softly eyes showing hints of fear.

    "That's right Pip... Worse!"

   The blonde let out a small whimper as his eyes fixated onto the floor. What is he sent to do? Pip couldn't say 'no' without a good beating... and he very well couldn't say 'yes' and get off with a lick or two! He was certainly in a pickle.

   Pip sighed softly nodding. "Yes sir...."

  The young Brit eased in pink muscle darting out and brushing up the demon's face at an alarming pace. Damien's mouth curled into a sly grin. "No.... no Pip-squeak I can clean my face just fine with a wash cloth.... However.... " His low voice sank into an even lower, seductive growl a he pressed on with his sentence. "You can clean something else for me..."

   Pip blinked not understanding the innuendo fully until Damien pointed at a spot between his legs that was damp by the coke spill. "Er..." His eyes darted to the open bathroom door in false hope. Damien shook his head forcing the poor boy on his knees directly eye level with the spot.

   The blonde whimpered softly leaning forward to the dreaded area.

   "Ahem...."

   Pip squeaked turning to see who the flamboyant voice belonged to. "Dad!" Damien hissed in anger before Pip got a good view of the man.

   Dad!? But this guy is.... big...red....bald....and....HE HAS HORNS!!!

   The poor boy jumped back already close to tears. Sure... Damien was the son of the devil.... but.... He didn't expect... well he didn't intend to see....

   "Son... don't 'Dad' me... You know how I am for gays... and strange feminine habits..... I indulge in both of those ... however I am not 'for' you trying to have sex in the only working bathroom in the house currently.... At least shut the door!" Damien was not amused at his father in the least bit, but dropped it knowing that getting grounded in front of his slave was not the best choice. Instead he avoided the complete issue all together pulling Pip to his feet. "Daddy....?"

   Oh god Satan knew this 'Daddy' pitch well.

   "What do you want Damien?" Damien's lips turned back into a sly smirk.

   "Can I have three hundred dollars?" This startled Satan for his son to ask him for such... such an odd request!

   "What ever for Damien Lee Thorn?"

   The boy winced at the repulsive name but remained in character to get what he wished for. "Well one hundred of it is for the salon for Pip-squeak... "

   "Okay... go on"

   "The other is for a new dress..."

   Satan blinked softly looking about as confused as Pip at that moment. He had to ask... He couldn't just hold it in and not ask. Could he? No,that would be bad parenting! Satan decided to ask.

   "What is the dress for son?" This caused Damien's eyes to roll.

   "JUNE SIXTH DAD!" This didn't strike a bell "OH MY--- What kind of father forgets his own sons birthday!?"

   "To be fair you are forty-three now and I shouldn't have to remember...."

   "WHAT THE FUCK EVER DAD!!!"

   "Language Dami-" both Pip and Satan began but was cut off by a satanic glare from Damien as he continued.

   "I'm forty-three... I can do as I please!!!" He breathed deeply before continuing. "Anyways.... The other hundred is for Pip-squeak and my lunch.... ok?"

   "... Fine Damien... you win....." He gave the young male three hundred and twenty dollars.

   "YES!! COME ON PIP-SQUEAK!!!"

   The young man grabbed Pip's hand dragging him out of the house. Pip smiled slightly when Damien slowed his pace. "Thank you for buying me things Damien... that is so kind... and the food too... you are too nice..."

   Damien cringed at the word 'nice' he was the son of Satan... HE WAS NOT NICE! He was evil, demented, sadistic, mean, and most of all NOT NICE!! The black haired male growled. "No... really I'm not Pip... I...." He tried to think up a lie and hoped Pip figured it was a Dramatic pause.

   He's got nothing...

   He-he.... Pip smiled softly Maybe Damien isn't as mean as he makes himself out to be... I might be just fine around him.