Damien South Park Novels & Stories

Dimitri "Well, for someone who just finished their first month of slaving themselves, you sure are happy," Damien said. Even though his voice was void of any emotion, I knew Damien well enough to read the sarcasm undertone of that sentence. Damien always did have an odd sense of humor. Or rather an odd sense of sarcasm in this case. This trait of his resulted in him not making many friends which meant that I was his closest friend too. Anyways, this odd sarcasm was the only kind of fun Damien ever displayed since that fateful day. For his own sake, I hoped that when he falls in love someday, he would reconnect with that joyful side of his again. Lord knows he deserves only the best that this

He laughs then ends the call with, "I'll stop by the house tonight don't smoke all the good shit without me." After he hangs up I ask "everything good?" "Yeah my friends are just looking for me" "Had somewhere to be?" Shaking his head Damien replies "we do the same shit every weekend get high, go skate around, play video games, and a bunch of pointless fuckery until it's time to go home." "Can't imagine getting high and watching cartoons on a Saturday is what you'd rather be doing" "You trying to get rid of me or something? Is writing papers for a bunch of lazy dumbasses better than hanging with me"

If Damien is sick they would care for him, If Rico was bullied they will fight for him and if Kobe got a detention they will joined him there, sleeping or doing homework together. Damien Clarke-David, Rico's adopted brother. He was orphaned when he was still three because his parents died in a car accident. He’s a very charming guy with that cute British accent. He was the master mind of all pranks and if you find out that you can't find your shoe, he's the one to be blame.

Damien is sitting in his room with a book open on his lap. He’s not reading it but rather gazing at a picture of two people in their teens, smiling for a selfie. The boy is Damien himself as a sixteen year old. The other one is a girl who’s slightly younger than him. She has curly dark hair and a sweet smile. Her black eyes are almost sparkling and the two teens seem to be very close. The picture was taken in a hospital and both of them were in their patient garbs.

Mister Yair checked Damian with medical equipment and soon came to a conclusion. "Mister Yair, how is Damian?" Patrick blurted out asking. "If I'm not mistaken, Damian has been attacked and suffered damages to his nerves in the past, which worsen over time, rendering him immobile," Mister Yair said confidently. "Yes, that's right. I've indeed suffered injuries before at the hands of the Libertons." Damian nodded. The Libertons were the Scammells' competitors in business and Damian had been involved in a conflict with the Libertons two years ago, which ended with him being injured by a few Libertons. Since then, he started experiencing discomfort in his legs, which progressed into a complete

“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-” “-ful odors.” Damien burst out laughing at my interjection. “I exude power, you wretch.” “The stench of death? Is that why you have no friends? Because you smell like roadkill?” “You're insufferable,” he said. “At least I'm not the root of all suffering.” “I think you two might need counselin',” Damien observed.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Damien’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and then they landed on the familiar figure. A faint smile appeared on his face as he recognized Mr. Parker, then without hesitation, he walked toward him. "Greetings, sir," he said politely, lowering himself into the seat beside him. Mr. Parker raised a brow, surprised at the confidence in Damien’s tone. "Oh? And who might you be?" "I’m Damien," he introduced himself smoothly. Mr. Parker chuckled. "You’ve got a fine name, kid. And I indeed love your confidence."

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damien didn’t laugh this time but he just smiled. “Yes, his name is Xavier. I know you will not want to hear this, but we have been intimate… I’m sorry Damien, I didn’t know.” I said, as a stray tear fell from my cheek. Damien suddenly took me in his arms and held me.