3rd Person POV

"Damien...?"

Craig, out of nowhere starts to feel pain in his left arm. He grunted and checked his left arm for any wounds.

And there is.

A cut was made out of nowhere on his left arm, and it hurts like hell. 'C'mon, Craig! Keep yourself together. It's just a flesh wound' He keep saying that mentally, and then trying to keep a straight look to Damien, who still smirking.

"You don't know how long I want to do that to you, Pastor Craig?" He taunts as he came in closer. All Craig could do now is pray. Pray and pray for his and Stan safety.

"Go back to where you came from, demon" Craig spat as he quickly grabbed his flask of holy water and spread it to Damien. Damien started to feel burns at some of his chest area by the holy water, and this cause him to go angry.

While Craig was still feeling the unbearable pain on his left arm, Damien swooped in and pinned him on the wall behind him.

Damien smirked as Craig's flask fall down and break. "Oops... It looks like you lose today, Pastor Craig" Damien taunts, as he keeps Craig pinned.

Damien pulled out a knife and slashed it towards Craig left cheek, which makes Craig screamed in pain. And then Damien do that again by slashing at Craig's right arm.

"You lose, Pastor Tucker"

Damien taunts again, but this time...

Craig's turn.

Out of nowhere, Damien screamed in pain by a painful and burning feeling at his back, and when he looked back, he saw Stan with a cross on his right hand and a knife on his left hand.
Damien screamed again as Craig punched him at the back burning feel spot, which makes Damien screamed in pain and agony. "YOU MORTALS WILL PAY FOR THIS!" He screamed as he was cornered by Stan And Craig.

"You could say that... you are now tucked and fucked" Craig joked, which makes Stan laugh slightly. Damien looked at both of them, "I swear, I'll kill both of you... soon enough..." and after Damien said that, he disappeared and Craig can no longer any evil presence/spirits in Stan's house.

Then, the basement door was opened to reveal a very worried and terrified Sharon and Randy Marsh. "C'mon Stan, let's get out of here" Craig said, as he start to going step by step up the stairs, Stan soon followed.

5 Hours Later...

Craig POV

After we got up, Sharon quickly went to the bathroom and grab a bandage and some medicine for my wounds, and I thanked her for that. As soon as that was over, Sharon went to the kitchen and made me a cup of coffee, and a leftover spaghetti from a couple of hours ago. After that, I don't feel to good, but I just ignored it.

After all of the mess done by Damien, I still won. I prayed and thanked God for protecting me from that demon, and now, I must rest up here and tomorrow I must go back home early.

~ The Next Day ~

Tweek POV

I was awoken from my slumber, by the sounds of... from what I could heard is ambulance siren. 'What the hell is going on out there?!' I thought, but then I heard some knocks on my door, which makes me jumped slightly. I quickly got up and went downstairs and check to see who is knocking on my door at... 6:03 AM!?

'WHY WOULD SOMEONE KNOCKED ON MY DOOR THIS EARLY?! OH GOD, JESUS! HAVE THEY FIND OUT ABOUT ME?! ARE THEY GOING TO TAKE ME TO THE PRISON?!'

The knocking become louder and I can feel that the person on the other side is hesitant and scared. I opened the door, to see-

"TWEEK!"

"GAH! C-CLYDE?! W-WHY ARE YOU K-KNOCKING ON MY DOOR THIS EARLY, MAN?!" I yelled asked him, "COME! WE MUST HURRY!" Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and led me to the ambulance sound.

"GAH! C-Clyde, whats wrong?" I asked, and his hand tighten and I can feel a sharp growing pain within him. And as soon as we arrived at the place, I still feel confused.

"The Tucker Residence? W-why are you bringing me here?," I paused, "Is Craig at Stan's house?" I asked, but then he put his hands on my shoulders tightly.

"Craig was here, earlier. But now, he's not..." Clyde said, almost as if he was heartbroken or break apart.

I can  feel a pain on my chest, and I don't know what comes next, but I think I'm ready for it.

"W-what is it then?" I asked, and when he respond, I feel numb and realised something:

I wasn't ready to hear it.