Authorâs note: it has been too long since I made one of these fics, and I donât really know the relationship between Satan and Damien in South Park, so hereâs this random blob I decided to make
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Damien was in his room, just doing whatever while his father was in the living room, extremely bored. In the next hour, he and his son have a father-son bonding moment where they do things normal dad and sons would do and forget about being the king and prince of Hell for a while.
âDamien, itâs time.â
âOk, Iâll be right down, dadâ
Damien came down the stairs while Satan was waiting for him, waiting to get started on their father-son bonding moment.
They did a few things fathers would do with their sons, like talking about their favorite football teem and what not, just having a bonding moment. They were just silent for now, cuddling on the couch.
âSo Damien?â Satan asked which broke the silence. âHowâs school?â
âItâs fine, I guess. Everyoneâs scared of me, you know? Being your son and all⌠Would be nice to have more than Pip as a friend⌠I mean, donât get me wrong, I love Pip, but heâs just my only friendâŚâ Damien responded sadly as he leaned against his father.
Satan didnât like seeing Damien this upset. Yes, Damien threw tantrums at times, but that was tolerable, but this? Damien was clearly sad and it didnât take a rocket scientist to figure that out! He wanted to see his son happy again, but how?
Soon enough, Satan got a idea. One to cheer his little devil up.
âCan you close your eyes for me?â
âSure dadâŚâ then Damien did as his father said and closed his eyes, still pretty sat but oblivious to the fact that Satan was just about to tickle Damien to pieces.
Satan lightly put his hands on Damienâs sides which almost got him to open his eyes out of curiosity but Satan was quick to started skittering his fingers up and down Damienâs sides, watching how his son was trying to squirm away but also sort of leaning into the touch since he didnât really get tickled often.
Worst was when Satan started teasing Damien about it! It was bad enough that Damien was almost deathly ticklish, his father, the literal king of Hell, was making it worse by teasing him about it!
âAww, youâre so cute when youâre being tickled! I should do this more often to youâ Satan teasingly said as he clawed at his little devilâs belly.
Damienâs face was red as he laughed a lot, screaming with laughter, âSTOHOHOP DAHAHAD!â Not knowing Satan wasnât wasnât going to stop until Damien felt better.
Satan chuckled, meant for it to be sinister instead of playful, it ended up sounding playful, âNo my sweet, little devil, not until youâre happyâ
âIHIHIâM HAHAHAPPY!! GAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!â
It didnât make it any better that Satan started to squish Damienâs belly and make patterns with his claws on said belly; stars, hearts, circles, squares, etc. it made Damien go insane, happy tears rolling down his face, with his face extremely red.
When Satan decided Damien had enough, he stopped his tickle attack on his baby and held him close as Damien panted and calmed down.
âBetter?â Satan asked softly as Damien buried his face in his fatherâs chest.
âMhm⌠thank you, dadâŚâ
Satan cradled Damien like a baby and turned on the tv to watch Damien favorite cartoon, Bill Nye the Science Guy (insert the Bill Nye theme song), while Damien fell asleep along with Satan 12 minutes later.
Then Pip burst down the door, âCheerio fellas!!â