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Halloween. Damien hated this day. It was his fathers birthday, and as for the past 19 years since Damien was spit out from the deepest pit of hell he’s always hated this day. Damien was sitting at the dining room table, eating a soggy bowl of stale cereal. Usually he would have the servants make him something more…nutritious…to eat but alas they were all whisked away working on his father’s stupid party. He didn’t finish the slop and just tossed the dish into the trash, not like his dad would care if a stupid bowl went missing. He dragged his feet through the huge gothic halls of hells castle. Entering his room was a stock contrast to what the rest of the castle looked like, while it had been constructed in old gothic architecture to show his fathers enteral age Damien’s room looked like a emo kids wet dream. He preferred the new school satanic panic style as he would say. Damien dressed himself for school, his usual a black turtleneck, ripped jeans, and converse. He stared a necklace on his nightstand…a gift from his father a few years ago. He decided to ditch it today he didn’t want to think about his dad today. He didn’t even bother trying to find his dad to say goodbye he just went through the portal to earth.
“Damien?”
He was snapped from his thoughts and looked up from his desk seeing his friend Pip looking down at him and smiling. Ugh. He didn’t feel like bothering with pip’s seemingly endless and concerning amount of happiness today.
“Go away Pip. I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now” Damien grumbled it out and Pip frowned
“Oh, rightio then! I was just going to ask if you were ok but…” Pip quickly smiled again and walked away. Damien felt an instant sense of guilt.
Pip was just checking up on his only friend and Damien had brushed him off.. he’d apologize at lunch. After class Damien walked out back and bummed a cigarette off of one of the goth kids. He was lucky that they liked him, he left his pack at home and he really needed a smoke to get his mind off of things. He used his fire magic to light the cigarette and drew it to his lips. The sting of the smoke entering his lungs helped ground him back to earth. Damien was half paying attention to the conversation that the goth kids were having when Micheal turns to him.
“Hey Damien, isn’t today like your dads birthday”
Great. He thought and blew a puff of smoke, whether or not it was from him or the cigarette was unknown.
“Yeah why’s it matter.” Damien took another puff of the cigarette.
“Well we were wondering if you could like, get us into his party.” Firkle was the one to speak up this time.
Damien crushed the cigarette in his hands.
“What make you think IM even getting in.” Damien dropped the crushed cigarette and stomped the rest of it with his shoe.
“But he’s your dad, shouldn’t you like be V.I.P.?” Henrietta was the one to speak now.
“I’m the antichrist, and he’s the ruler of hell. We don’t need family. Demons don’t love. And I can’t get you into that stupid party!” Damien growled and ran back into the school…tears slowly welling in his eyes.
Damien hid in a stall in a bathroom that was usually always empty. He sobbed softly in the stall. Not being able to control the constant stream of tears.
“Stupid human emotions” he thought, “this is why father hates you. You failed to bring the end of times to earth. You failed to be a powerful demon. As long as you’re part human he will hate you.” Damien let out a loud shaky sob the more he thought. Then…a knock on the stall.
“Damien? Are you ok in there? Why I saw you run in here mere moments ago and then I heard sobbing.” It was Pip, his friend, no, his best friend.
“I’m fine! I just I…” Damien choked back another sob and pip opened the door and let out a small gasp.
Pip had never seen Damien in a state like this before. He couldn’t help himself he wrapped his arms around the young demon prince and squeezed him hard. Damien let him sobbing softly into his shoulder. They sat like that Damien in pips arms until the tears finally stopped and Damien was left shaking with exhaustion.
“Why Damien. What happened to get you into such a sad state!” Pip pulled himself away just enough to see Damien’s tear stained face.
Damien looked away…”my father…today is his birthday you know, every year he..” Damien paused feeling a lump in his throat and a pain in his eyes begging to release more tears he simply didn’t have. He swallowed hard. “Throws a party…and as he has for the past 19 years I’ve roamed the mortal plane refused to even think about inviting me…”
Pip frowned at the poor boy in his arms. Rubbing his back now slightly.
“He claims I have to stay and watch over the baby imps so they don’t cause problems. With it being Halloween our powers are stronger…and since the little ones yet know how to control theirs…” Damien frowned. “It’s ridiculous. I am the antichrist. Some lowly demon should have to watch them. Not me! It’s not fair…”
Pip thought long and hard about what to say next. So much so that Damien started to think that even pip was beginning to believe that Satan was in the right.
“What if, I came and helped you watch them hm?” Pip smiled “my foster parents won’t be home tonight so I’m sure they won’t mind if I don’t come home tonight either!” He giggled softly and Damien’s cheeks turned a soft red.
“No no, pip if dad found out I brought someone, a mortal human at that, into hell he’d have my head!”
“Well then, best not let him find out!” Pip winked at Damien and smiled softly.
Damien felt his lips curve into a smile and he nodded. “Sorry about snapping at you ea-“ Damien was cut off by a sudden kiss on his cheek. He looked at pip in shock.
“Oh my I do apologize was that not the correct reaction!” Pip turned bright red from embarrassment, Damien didn’t respond with words, he pulled pip down and kissed him lovingly on the lips, pip gasped in surprise but returned the kiss.
That night after all the baby imps finally went to sleep Damien snuck pip out to the castles ballroom. It was usually empty especially so tonight with all the servants up on earth at satans party. Damien wrapped an arm around pip’s waist, pip followed suit wrapping his arm around Damien’s neck, then the intertwined their free hands with one another. Dancing slowly to some random classical music Damien played on his phone. They stared deeply into eachothers eyes and connected their lips for a sweet kiss. Dancing together all night long.
Maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad, and maybe just maybe demons do love.