Organs/Blood
I blinked, then the giant robot hit me.
I remember seeing my blood spew, as she had severed an artery.
I remember watching as my guts spewed from my body.
My intestines had wrapped around her arm.
I was almost completely torn in half by the time I hit the ground.
The pain was unbearable at first, but the shock set in and I didn't feel a thing.
The last thing I remember seeing before I passed was.. Kenneth McCormick.. He.. had wings?
I'm still not sure how I ended up here but, the only real friend I've ever had lives here.. So I suppose it can't be too bad?
Damien Thorn, the cutest boy I ever met.. I could never tell him what I really felt. Never.
But- apparently HE can. He read my mind the first few moments of our meeting here in Hell.
Apparently there is no concept of time here, and somehow I've grown by at least seventeen years already..
My body, or whatever this thing is.. has been sewn back together hastily.. I feel like a ragdoll.
The scars healed too quickly, and left me with deformity all over.. I feel.. ugly.
"Phillip, why so glum darling?" He whispered, his breath filled with the sulfur of hellflames.
"Why am I here?" Pip asks, looking up to see a softness in the eyes of the son of Satan.
Damien places his hand over Pip's, "I didn't figure you'd prefer your fake friends to me, but if I was wrong-"
"No! I.. I just didn't know I'd done enough bad to.. end up here." Pip blushes, knowing his friend would probably disapprove of these words.
Damien just chuckles. "You didn't, but sometimes.. I get to use my influence."
"You wanted me here?" Pip asks, "No one.. wants me.." he begins to sob.
"Of course I want you.." Damien wipes the tears from Pip's face, swiping the hair from his face and pulling his chin up.
"Damien-" He's interrupted by lips on his own, his eyes close as he reciprocates with a hunger he hadn't realize had risen in him.
When the kiss is broken, Damien wipes another tear away. "I want you to rule with me.."
"What.. does that mean.. exactly?" Pip brings a hand to his lips, the heat from their kiss consuming him.
Damien, the palest man Pip had ever seen, blushed- a thing he wasn't entirely certain he had seen. "The kiss didn't explain what I meant?"
"But I'm so hideous.. Look at the scars!" Pip cries out, pulling the sleeves up on his over-sized shirt, borrowed from Satan himself.
Damien pulls a ruby encrusted crown from a drawer, "I guess I had this made for no one? Please Phillip.."
Pip pulls the sleeves back down, deciding that his self-loathing tantrum had ended. "You.."
"I didn't know when you'd die, but you were mortal.. I knew it was a matter of time." Damien places the crown atop Pip's head. "Perfect fit.."
"You wanted me.. before I died?" Pips eyes widened.
"Phillip, you showed me kindness.. All those years ago.. Even knowing I was the son of Satan."
Damien grinned as Pip leaned his body into him. "Of course I did.. You needed someone on your side."
"Stay by my side? For eternity? Marry me?" Damien asks, the severity of the question coursing through his veins- the flame in his eyes growing hotter. "Please?"
"Of course, Damien." Pip embraces his now fiance, kissing him with passion as the flames of Hell begin burning a few degrees hotter, a beautiful ring appearing on his finger.