Damien is a very weird guy.

He had been staring at [M/N] for the last few classes and even the teachers seemed disturbed, the first one to actually try to stop him was Cartman surprisingly but the look that Damien gave him made the larger boy cringe and quickly closed his mouth. He remembered quickly that Damien was able to turn Kenny into a fucking duck thing as kids. 

Now it was lunch and [M/N] sat down, waiting for the others and Damien sits beside him, staring at him with those dark red eyes, wide and calculating. If [M/N] turned his head, he would be caught by them. "Can you please stop?"

"No."

"Do you want to pick a fight with me?" [M/N] asked, turning his head to look at Damien now, and glared before stuffing a fry in his mouth. "Like on your first day? Like for real?"

"I don't want to fight, I'm here to merely gander at you until it's time," Damien said, tapping his fingers on the table with a sly smirk. "After all, in the end, you will be mine," Damien added as [M/N] leans back a bit with narrowed eyes. "Yours?" He asked, as Damien hummed but says nothing.

"Why of course, your gonna go to hell with me after all." Damien shrugs, as he looked over his chipped dark nail polish on his fingers. "Just accept it."

"It's funny how you come in the most inconvenient times," Kenny said as he placed his lunch down roughly, the bag crumpled a bit as it was slammed down. Not like there was anything good in it anyway. "Why are you here?"

"Like I need to explain anything to you, Netherborn," Damien said as Kenny ripped his bag open and the contents fell out on the grey table. " Besides, it's between me and the Van Helsing."

"Dude, I don't even know you and you're here claiming that I might run hell with you. Which I don't understand, since I'm clearly going to Heaven for doing all the bullshit shits that God did to Earth." [M/N] hissed a bit, bitting a fry off his plate. 

"Pft, like a grandfather would even consider you one of the little few to enter heaven. Your Netherborn whore is lucky to even grace the gates of them since he saved a lot of humans." Damien laughs to himself as Kenny rolled his eyes at the demon's words. His eyes flickered to [M/N] who was enjoying his food. "Speaking of all the shits God took to Earth, what's next? I mean are you gonna find out who tried to kill you with demons?"

"Yeah, but more carefully, I have to find another herd of them, Maria found one and was having a meeting with the Sisters for it. Though probably planning on what to do next, but the whole demon ordeal is from South Park so I'm not leaving." [M/N] said as Kenny nods his head in agreement. "Do you need hel-"

"No, I don't need anyone getting in the way." 

"I'm not just somebody-"

"Take a hint homoerotic asshole, I'll be dealing with it." Damien stops Kenny and the blonde grits his teeth in frustration, wanting nothing more but to ripe his head off.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Kyle said as he stood behind the two, [M/N] and Damien, his eyes staring down at the son of satan. He walked and placed his tray beside Kenny, sitting down. He didn't seem annoyed like Kenny, but [M/N] couldn't get a read off him. "If Damien can go find more groups of them, [M/N] could hunt them down and kill them. Like [M/N] being the hunter and Damien being his bitch."

"Watch it period blood." Damien hissed as Kyle remained bitch faced for it. 

"It is, what it is," Kyle answered casually and shrugs as he opened his soda. 

"Pft, but yeah, I can agree with the idea of finding those lowlife demons, for one coming up here and messing with the world I would throw in chaos and to fuck with the man I plan to make mine." Damien said as he thought over it, ignoring the ugly glares that were shot at him.

"I'm not yours." 

"Yet, my dear."

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[M/N] did take Kyle's idea, though this time armed with one of Maria's sliver knives, gun with loaded salt bullets, and holy water balloons loaded and hanging on his belt loop. Not a lot to pull him down but enough for a quick escape. Not to mention the protective choker, since Maria didn't have any protective necklaces. It jingles a bit with every step he took with Damien leading him through the alleyways. They were by the Church and police station.

"It's been an hour and we haven't found anything." [M/N] said as he checked the time on his phone, glancing at the demon. Damien seemed content with their walk, humming even as he peered over with a smirk. "What-"

[M/N]'s hand went to his knife as Damien shoved him against the tree, causing him to choke back a gasp and Damien leans to him, leaning upwards with a smirk. "My, My, at awe of me, my dear?"

"No, now get the fuck off me." [M/N] hissed and Damien grins, showing his fangs as they poked out from his upper lip. "Now, Damien."

"My, how an uncaring husband." Damien tuts as he leans up more, his legs growing a few inches to meet [M/N]'s golden-[M/N] eyes. He was changing and Damien could feel his own arousal growing in his dark pants. "Now, that I have your attention, I can finally claim you."

"Claim me? Bro, I don't even want you-AHK!" [M/N] felt Damien's hand around his neck and the tight squeeze. He tried to claw at it or yank his hand back, though Damien kept squeezing and smiling. His red eyes turning purple a bit as horns poked out from his forehead, curling a bit as they came in. "Fucking Demon, let me go." He hissed as he used his leg to kick him, but Damien only grins. 

If he wasn't choking [M/N], he would find him hot as hell.

"No, now, as I said you're mine, your soul that is, your my husband that will rule over hell and Earth, Chaos and all the things we can slaughter." Damien began as he leans closer, their nose touching, and [M/N] bit down on Damien's hand, causing blood to spill down Hunter's chest, coating it and dripping to his pants. Damien hummed, as he licked at his own blood causing [M/N]'s eyes to water. 

"Now, your soul is mine, promised by the mother who birthed you and the Church that trained you. Once I become ruler of Hell, you will be at my side. You have no choice in it and your friends will totally beg for your view but it will only be on me-" Damien heard the gun go off and turns, hissing as he let's [M/N] go. The hunter gasped, rubbing his neck as he slides down the tree.

"I knew you would pull some shit like this." Kenny said as he blows at the tip of the gun, smoke coming up from the tip. "I knew you would try this, but I didn't think you would try to choke him."

"Kenny, fuck off for once, and stay dead-" Damien shrinks back down to his original size as he licked at the bite marks that [M/N] had given him. Kenny points the pistol at him as Damien's fingernails grew into claws. They were about to fight for it, or well the out of breath [M/N] but lights shine upon them.

"Freeze fucking assholes!" The police said, five of them, their guns are drawn and flashlights shining on them. [M/N] stared at them, hands lifted up and gasping for air. Kenny and Damien didn't move to lift their hands up but once [M/N] noticed the strange scent crawling on them, something he didn't know from the first biker demon. He gulped, grasping a stone as the Police came forwards, their fingers inching to the trigger. 

"[M/N] get up and go." Kenny urged as his finger was still on the trigger. Damien glared at him, as he cranes his fingers a bit as he was ready to turn the Netherborn into ribbons of flesh and bone. 

"No." [M/N] said as the first Cop came closer and nailed the rock into it's shine and he crumbled with a scream as [M/N] quickly grabbed his own pistol and pulled the trigger, the demon's head exploded around them. This cause the others to shoot, Kenny moved to a tree as Damien moved beside [M/N]. 

"Fucking Prince of hell is here." One cop shouted to another.

"And?! His dad told him to stay below, once he was up here, he's a free game until he gets fucked by a dog!" Another shouted over the gunfire.

"Isn't that the mutt next to him?" The gunfire finished and [M/N] rolled over on his stomach, shooting another one in the face. He rolled again as one tried to stomp on him as he got to his feet. He grabbed the holy water balloon and throws it into one face, some getting on the other face. [M/N] trips him as he grasped the knife out, stabbing it through the one on the floor's throat. Blood poured out as lights flickered within the body. Though, before he got a chance to attack the others, one kicked his nose.

[M/N] groans as the officer straddle him, grasping the knife from [M/N]'s hand but another shot rings out. Then a stick, thrust in the demon officer's mouth, blood sprinkling on [M/N]'s face. Damien kicked the officer's body over as Kenny yanked [M/N] up, the hunter leaning against the blonde.

"What the hell- you lost your powers-" Kenny began as Damien plucked the knife off from the floor and looked to them. He raised an eyebrow and huffed, "Yeah, because I couldn't decide-"

"Decide what?"

"Who I wanted as my King, [M/N] was the only one that caught my interest but Father refuses to believe a werewolf makes a good king-" The sound of sirens were heard and both cursed as [M/N] rubbed his throat. 

"Come on, we should take him home-" Kenny turns to Damien but he was gone, with the demon knife. 

"Dude, just take me home, I need sleep and tea." Kenny heard the other, as they both began walking back to [M/N]'s home.