A/N: So, yeah, weird thing I have had in my mind since forever. This is done in first person POV and is really weird… Didn't turn out like I thought. Oh well!

Warning: Um, light swearing. A bit of gayness, but only if ya squint, and not even really then!

Disclaimer: -swinging a pendulum- You want me to own South Park… You do! Now, when I count to three, you will wake up and go protest to Comedy Central!

Summary: A drabble on fun religiousical stuff about Damien.

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"What do you estimate this to be, reverend fathers? When you see him sitting on a lofty throne glittering in purple and gold, what do you estimate this to be, I say? Without a doubt, if he lacks love, and is only swelled up and lifted up, must he not be theAntichrist, 'sitting in the temple of God, and also showing himself as God'?"

-Arnulf of Rheims written A.D. 991.

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I do not love. Never have I loved. Never will I love.

I am a creature spawned from Hell. I am not human. Never was I human and there is no hope of changing me such.

Nature or nuture is asked of me. Nature wins in spades. As it does for humans. Perhaps in that right, we are alike.

I control the shadows, I rule the fires, I feed from your nightmares, and I do not love it. I know no emotion… Actually, I lied. I do that. But… I do know wanting.

I want that beautiful boy you carry in your heart. Yes… that lovely blond one… give him to me…!

Ahh, little one… so loved by the shining light, do not fear me. I will not harm you… no, I do not wish to at all…

So, so pretty you are. Bright, golden trail of hair. Skin glowing pale, healthy. Eyes holding the shimmering sea… Can I keep you? May I please?

I shall spirit you away anyway. You cannot fight me… shhh… quiet your tears. They are sapphire and I covet you in rubies.

You will be mine, lying across my lap as decorated as you are. My throne of purple satin and golden metals will be so much more exquisite with you there.

Every morning I shall dress you. And… at night… I will undress you.

Darling little boy, you will sing me ballads of moans, and speak in a tongue of pleasure only I must hear.

Oh… yes, gorgeous thing. Created by God, destroyed by me. A fitting way to live for eternity. I hope you agree…

Years upon years we have… Why that eager look? Anything you desire I may grant you!

Fine foods to fatten your thin frame.

Charming clothing you needn't be without.

Soft beds befitting kings I will grace upon you.

What? Say it louder; I cannot hear your bell-like voice when you become so shy…

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No.

No I cannot.

Ask me for jewels.

Question me on your housing.

Inquire for the moon!

Those I can give. Those should mean more for you.

I can grant you my body, my touch, my lips—should you long for it, I would cut out my damned heart to present to you on a silver platter.

No. I am not capable of you gifting you with love.

Why is it I have you now then…?

I… I do not know.

Mayhap it is lust, greed, obsession, possession… but I do not love.

How can I know if I never have? Haha, I just do…

No. I will never surrender you. Love has nothing to do with it. I want you. Nothing else.

… If I were able to apologize, I would say it, sorry, right now. Pip, Pretty Pip, you are mine. Forever, always, and a day after that. We cannot change that.

It could possibly be our nature. I cannot flee from that. Neither can you…

Do you really…? I am glad…

I cannot love, but I am loved. The irony… the insensitivity!

I lied again. I do crave something more than Pip… I want… more than anything… to love.

I want to love you, Pip.

I want to…

But…

What lacks love?

The Antichrist.

I do not love. Never have I loved. And…

Never will I love.

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