Your Guardian Devil:Chapter 14

“How the fuck could you?!”

“Sweetheart I’m sorry! I was going to tell you.”

“What does it matter?” Damien protested, “You’re shagging the enemy!”

“But baby he’s not my enemy.”

“His father is the reason you lost your job. I don’t care if that made you the King of the Underworld; I prefer it to you prancing about like a poofy little angel but have some fucking dignity!”

“Damien… me and Jesus… we’ve been together for longer than you think.”

Damien stood still for the first time since he walked in on his father snuggling with the Son of God. He said nothing, allowing Satan to continue.

“Long ago, when Jesus was only born, I was God’s top angel. But you know that. What happened was that when Mary went out partying and Joseph was doing his part by building brothels, Mary would send Jesus to stay with God. But God was always busy and so he assigned me as Jesus’ personal babysitter.”

Damien kept silent, listening carefully.

“And I got to watch this adorable little boy turn into a handsome young man and as he grew up, we both developed feelings for each other… But one day, when Jesus was about 17, God walked in on us and, well… he banished me to Hell.”

“… You fucking sicko,” Damien breathed.

“Damien don’t…”

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Honey you don’t understand! We were in love and we still are!”

“Oh I understand just fine! You’re going out with the man who’s the complete reason as to why I can never be with Pip!”

Satan blinked, “What do you mean?”

“Just leave me alone,” Damien growled as he turned to leave.

“Damien…” Satan reached out to him before Damien stomped off in a rage.

“I said leave me the fuck alone!”


Pocket’s room was quiet. Pip felt nervous and unsure of what to do as he watched Pocket pace back and forth in the room. He had never seen him like this before. It was a while since any words were exchanged between the two, until Pocket finally spoke.

“Pip…”

Pip looked up, trembling slightly.

“What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean Pocket?”

“What were you thinking when you looked at him and thought that anything good could come of it?”

“I… I was thinking that something good could come of it?”

Pocket sighed. Pip looked down at the ground with guilt. He felt bad for upsetting his friend, but it wasn’t really his fault.

“How could you?”

“How could I-”

“How could you ever be with him?!” Pocket yelled.

Pip froze, frightened by Pocket’s sudden outburst. Pocket stopped for a moment and then walked over to his bed which Pip still sat against. He sat down at the very edge so that he didn’t have to look at Pip. Pip looked ahead in silence.

“You’re… going to Hell. You do realise that, don’t you?”

Pip didn’t answer, but thought about it carefully. To his gradual horror, he realised that Pocket was right. He was going to Hell.

“I thought you were a Catholic.”

“I-I am,” Pip squeaked.

“One little thing spoils it all, doesn’t it Pip? You spend your whole life being a good Christian and devoting your life to God and yet he just put that all to waste.”

“I…”

“Pip,” Pocket looked down at the blonde bob to his right, but Pip didn’t notice and didn’t return the glance, “All you have to do is repent.”

Pip looked up at him, almost confused.

“I can take you to the chapel now,” Pocket’s eyes began to shine and he sounded eager, almost smiling, “You can confess to God and be forgiven. That’s all it takes.”

“That’s all?”

“Well…”

“Well?” Pip inquired doubtfully.

“When one confesses to say, a murder, one must also never commit murder again. You confess to realise you have done wrong and never do it again.”

“So you’re saying I can’t be with Damien again?”

“Or speak to him or talk to him or even acknowledge him,” Pocket added.

“Pocket I… I don’t think I can.”

Pocket slid down beside Pip to look him in the eyes reassuringly, “It’s easy Pip, honestly. Won’t you at least try?”

Pip looked away from Pocket, unsure of what to do.

“Pip… it will save your soul.”

Pip watched as Pocket stood to his feet and extended a hand to Pip. Pip stared at it mindlessly for a few seconds before Pocket reminded him to make up his mind.

“At least try.”

Pip reluctantly placed his hand in Pocket’s and stood up from the floor with a subtle frown.


“Stupid fucking Christianity,” Damien muttered to himself.

It was dark and all the lights in his room were out. The window and curtains were closed shut as well as the door. It was quiet apart from his dark, cold voice that travelled through the still air. His black-clad body was pushed against the headboard of his bed with his legs pulled tight against his chest and his arms wrapped firmly around his knees. The blankets and pillows were on the floor or hanging off the bed as a result of Damien throwing the covers out of the way. He had even pushed his large dresser in front of the door just in case his father wanted to talk to him.

“Why does Pip have to be how he is? I mean… if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be Pip and I like Pip how he is, but…” he sighed, “I don’t know.”

He looked up at the blank ceiling and thought about Pip.

“And now he’s with that ginger piece of shit… imagine what I’ll be like when he’s with the big shit up there?”

He let out another long sigh, tucking his chin behind his folded arms.

“How did I get myself into this? Stupid Pip, why does he have to be so… so perfect?”

Damien threw his head back until it lay against the hard wood behind him.

“I always knew it was nothing but trouble, that it causes more hurt than happiness, especially for people like me. But I always told myself that it would never happen to me, that it never could.”

He stopped for a moment, listening to the sound of his heart beat. It was strange for even Damien to think that he even had one.

“Now… I don’t even want to let it go, let Pip go. In the end I won’t even have a choice.”


Pip waited anxiously outside the confession box. He was on his own, with Pocket inside talking to the priest. He had made a deal with Pip that he would go in first to make Pip feel a little less worried. Pip wondered what Pocket might be confessing.

‘He could be confessing for liking another boy, perhaps,’ Pip paused for a moment, ‘Oh yeah… that’s wrong too. Oh great. Well… I just have to confess for it all this once and never do it again…’

The confession box door clicked open and Pocket stepped out with a sympathetic smile.

“It’s all yours, ol’ chap.”

“A-alright…” Pip almost whispered.

Pocket stopped Pip as he began to slowly make his way into the box, “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine.”

Pocket placed a light kiss on Pip’s cheek. Pip said nothing, holding himself back from pulling away so as not to offend him, and looked on ahead. He continued to walk into the confession box and close the door behind him.

He was in darkness now, his eyes slowly adjusting and able to pick out the thin, wire-framed window that separated Pip from the priest.

“Good evening, my child.”

“H-hello Father.”

“Are you ready to begin?”

“Y-yes… um, bless me Father for I have sinned…”

Pip fiddled with his fingers hopelessly. Outside, Pocket had his ear pressed firmly against the door, mutually urging Pip to hurry.

“T-these are my… my sins…”

Pip paused again. Every word seemed like a struggle for him to say. He couldn’t think straight. His heart began to beat faster and faster and he felt flushed.

“I…”

‘Come on Pip, you can do it,’ Pocket thought.

‘Oh hurry up kid, I have a religiously doubtful nun waiting for me to take advantage of the opportunity and I’m not missing out on it!’ the priest behind the wall rolled his eyes.

“I… I’m in love,” Pip cried.

He pushed the door open immediately and dashed out of the church. Pocket called out to him, but Pip couldn’t hear him. Nor could he see very well in front of him. He merely went by instinct without any other thought in his head.

Father Maxi emerged from the other confession box door and stepped to Pocket’s side.

“Faggot.”

Pocket looked up at him almost confused.

“Well, I’m off. At least one of us has a chance of getting laid tonight.”


Pip’s legs tirelessly carried him along the bitter cold streets. His teeth held on to his bottom lip forcefully as he held in any noise he may have made. He didn’t know where he was going or why he was going there, he didn’t know anything at this minute in time. He didn’t even realise that he was running faster than he even thought he could. It was all just a blur to him.

Before he knew it, he found himself at a dark and familiar front door. He swung the heavy doorknocker a few times, trying not to let his absentmindedness get the better of him and result in him disturbing anybody. He didn’t even think about who he would be disturbing; he was still confused.

The door began to open and the second Pip saw Damien’s bored face turn surprised, he threw himself against him and cried into Damien’s chest.

“Pip?”

Pip’s sense of reason flooded back to him as he sobbed helplessly against the concerned demon. Damien wrapped his arms around Pip and nuzzled against Pip’s soft hair, inhaling the sweet aroma.

“Sssh…”

Pip sniffed, rubbing his cheek against the comfortable material of Damien’s hoody.

“It’s ok… I’ve got you.”