(AGED UP!! Cartmien! You’re Cartman!!)

Recently, Damien has turned sixteen. By demon tradition, his father, Satan, told him he could rule a town of his choosing.

Which town did he pick? South Park, of course! Now, he could get back at those kids who bullied him! And besides, he’d be able to travel freely between hell and South Park now.

A swirl of flames dispersed around him as he came into the world of the living. He was well aware of his father watching him from below. He just had to make sure his cover as a demon wasn’t discovered! Simple!

Damien roamed the streets for a while, taking in the marvelous mortal sights. He was fascinated, truly, at how similar his home land and the land of mortals were!

There were shops, parks, houses.. it felt like being home! Well, minus the absent fire and screams of never ending agony.

As he walked, he spotted a familiar face sitting on a bench. It was that fat kid.

Damien immediately went over to him, trying to hide his obvious liking towards him. He’s been watching this boy, and the things he does are downright barbarous! He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad turned on..

“Hello there, fat kid!”

Damien called out in his high-pitched voice, making him still sound rather young. The fatty looked a bit different. Did he slim down? Nah, probably not.

“I’ve been watching you, and I declare you a worthy right hand man of mind! Wouldn’t you like to rule this town?”