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"How do you feel, Pip?"

"Much better now, thanks to you, Damien."

"It was nothing. I couldn't very well go around with a gappy-haired consort covered in bruises now could I, what sort of master would I be?"

Pip glanced at his feet, a small smile on his face. Damien had returned his hat, which had been cleaned, and healed most of his wounds, excluding a small cut on his head, which was covered with a pink bandage. He'd also used his powers to grow Pip's hair back out to it's normal length.

"So did those step-parents of yours even notice you were injured?"

"Well, my step father asked if I'd had a haircut..."

Damien frowned, "Idiots. You should just move in with me and my father."

Pip shook his head, "I couldn't possibly-"

Damien gave him a look, "Pip, they barely pay attention to you, and when they do it's either to scold and lecture you about hanging out with me, or something stupid like singing Christmas carols or going to a meteor shower party."

"Well, in their defense the meteor shower party was pretty fun. We played Charlie’s Angels and-"

"I know what you did," Damien said, "You know what I mean."

Pip sighed, "Yes... I suppose you have a point, Damien.”

"Of course I do. Besides, if you lived with me, you'd get some respect. The demons would have to take whatever order you gave them. The souls too. You'd have POWER."

Pip thought about it. It was a tempting offer...

"Well..."

"Not to mention you'd be living with ME. We could play more, and I could teach you things."

"What sort of things?"

"How to summon portals, turn people into animals, set things on fire that sort of thing."

Pips eyes lit up "Really? That sounds smashing Damien!"

Damien grinned wickedly, "We could get revenge on fat-ass and his gang together...I know you want to."

Pip touched the cut on his forehead and felt the brim of his cap. Images of the incident flashing through his mind. He shuddered.

"I accept Damien! Oh, I won't have to give you my soul will I?"

"Did I ask for it?"

"No."

"Then there's your answer."

"Just checking!" Pip chirped as he followed his master back into school as the bell rang, signaling the end of recess.

"Whatever...I'll send a demon to collect your things from your house after school."

"Righto."

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"How do you feel, Pip?"

"Much better now, thanks to you, Damien."

"It was nothing. I couldn't very well go around with a gappy-haired consort covered in bruises now could I, what sort of master would I be?"

Pip glanced at his feet, a small smile on his face. Damien had returned his hat, which had been cleaned, and healed most of his wounds, excluding a small cut on his head, which was covered with a pink bandage. He'd also used his powers to grow Pip's hair back out to it's normal length.

"So did those step-parents of yours even notice you were injured?"

"Well, my step father asked if I'd had a haircut..."

Damien frowned, "Idiots. You should just move in with me and my father."

Pip shook his head, "I couldn't possibly-"

Damien gave him a look, "Pip, they barely pay attention to you, and when they do it's either to scold and lecture you about hanging out with me, or something stupid like singing Christmas carols or going to a meteor shower party."

"Well, in their defense the meteor shower party was pretty fun. We played Charlie’s Angels and-"

"I know what you did," Damien said, "You know what I mean."

Pip sighed, "Yes... I suppose you have a point, Damien.”

"Of course I do. Besides, if you lived with me, you'd get some respect. The demons would have to take whatever order you gave them. The souls too. You'd have POWER."

Pip thought about it. It was a tempting offer...

"Well..."

"Not to mention you'd be living with ME. We could play more, and I could teach you things."

"What sort of things?"

"How to summon portals, turn people into animals, set things on fire that sort of thing."

Pips eyes lit up "Really? That sounds smashing Damien!"

Damien grinned wickedly, "We could get revenge on fat-ass and his gang together...I know you want to."

Pip touched the cut on his forehead and felt the brim of his cap. Images of the incident flashing through his mind. He shuddered.

"I accept Damien! Oh, I won't have to give you my soul will I?"

"Did I ask for it?"

"No."

"Then there's your answer."

"Just checking!" Pip chirped as he followed his master back into school as the bell rang, signaling the end of recess.

"Whatever...I'll send a demon to collect your things from your house after school."

"Righto."