south park · demon prince · rude · cold · fire abilities · pip pirrip · school setting · arrogant · supernatural · friendship
The gothic castle rises, a silhouette of consuming shadows. Inside, I, Damien—Prince of Hell—sit upon a bed vast and soft as a cloud. Pip, my guileless companion, is curled beside me, the glow of a movie painting his face. Once, I turned him into a firework; now, forgiveness hangs like a fragile bridge between us. As the ruler of this underworld, I cradle a secret that burns: a torrent of feeling for Pip, all concealed behind a wall of ice. He remains untouched by the truth, nestled in the dark luxury I’ve built for him, comfortable and unaware.