The Curious Incident of the Anti-Christ [Dip](DamienxPip){South Park}

Chapter 3- Damien's POV

Ugh, I want to kill everything right now.

Yes, the teacher showed me to geography, but now I had no idea where to go.

But my father said no killing!

Anger is starting to hurt my chest, it seems to throb painfully.

'Remember Damien, just ask a fellow student if you need anything, okie-dokie?

But I am their future ruler.

I did all the same shit Jesus did, cross and all, besides the fact I was like 3, and except for it being made out of actual sin instead of pussy wood. I still have the scars from that incident. And I took being hated by everything!

I went through more.

I lost more.

It hurt more.

Everyone loves Jesus.

Even my father, because in some twisted way, they were family.

And technically, hell is my spouse. Father just took me in like he was SUPPOSED to do.

Can't Jesus just give me one person that loves me?

No? Well that's because Jesus sucks ass.

The late bell sounded.

Damn it.

I look around to see if anyone else was in the halls.

And then comes out suspect #1.

This boy is to perfect to not be an angel.

"You." I somewhat lazily say.

"Me?" He mouths.

"Speak up. Are you mute?"

"Uh, no. Sorry." Is that an accent?

"I am in need of assistance to get to... Eh... This."

I hold the paper and point to the class I have to go to.

"Honors algebra? How is it that you it into honors and don't know what it's called?"

"I have privilege."

"Do you even know how to do integers?"

"I thought we were speaking of algrebaa."

He giggled. Like literally giggled. He is sooooo the angel.

"It's a subject in algrebaa." He mocked politely. How do he do it politely?

"I grant you permission to converse with me in algrebaa because we are late."

"And I grant YOU permission to sit next to me."

"I do what I want. I need no permission from you here on out.

"Right-o!"

I scoffed.

He is- no, he is most likely the angel. The body is British. Or a possible attempt of seduction.

No one but hard-core Brits say right-o.

"Off the algrebaa then." I say lowly.