"Craig" a voice yells out for me.
But I can't move, I can't even speak back. I feel lifeless, drained. Unable to move in the dusky mass of black, chewing at my body. Keeping me still. The blade in my chest, etching itself away at my body, draining me from the inside.
"Craig, fuck, wake up for fucksake!" Another voice interrupts the first voice. It gives me hope, hearing their voices, thinking that maybe my own voice wouldn't be the last thing I'd hear before I die.
I laugh a little, moving my arms around weakly, and wonder how much longer this is going to take. How much longer it's going to take for me to die.
"I'll try, but I can't assure you-" "just do it!" The uneven voice yells back. He sounds desperate.
Why does he sound so desperate
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Tweek?
Tweek is that you?
"HAA" I gasp so loudly that it's takes me a minute to sit up straight. I can breath, I can- "Craig fuck" a sad weeping voice cries out from below me and hugs me, his hands wrap around my body.
I'm back.
My eyes look down at my chest, but there's no blade. When I look around, Kenny stands before me and wipes his forehead tirelessly.
"Welcome back, tuck" Kenny laughs, and it starts to hit me. I'm back inside my body, quickly I look over to Tweek. He's hugging me, my eyes begin to well, I feel weak, out of touch.
I hug him tighter.
His horns are gone.
I've done it.
"Craig" his voice stumbles over mine and I pull him lightly away. I want to look at him. "Your eyes" I say, and take notice of his face, my hand slowly walks up his face and cups his cheek. I look at his eyes, no longer scarlets, but instead they are much overcome with this beautiful green color. So much prettier than scarlets.
"You're back to being human" I smile, feeling a little etch of tear fall down from my eyes. He's finally back. "Gah-I am" he looks down at his hands for a second, but he doesn't care about that. He doesn't care about his human form, he looks back at me and drops his hands.
His hands cup my face and he pulls me in, his lips touch mine. We kiss, softly, calmly, sweetly. I don't want to let go, especially after everything. Every thought recurring in my head, telling me that I'd die, I'd die to make them live.
And now I live.
Live to see him one last time.
"Don't ever fucking do that again" he cries out and pulls back from our kiss, his eyes are welling up but so are mine. "This was the last time" I smiled, and pulled him into my arms. Just this time I don't feel his tiny wings behind his back fighting to pop out of his shirt. He's turned completely human.
"Craig tucker" a voice shudders from the other end of the church, Mr Mackey walks inside with a few others, he looks down at me and then up at Tweek.
"Craig Tucker what are you-" he walks in closer, angered and frustrated.
"Father Mackey" Kenny turns around and stops him from walking closer to me. "Moriah is gone" he tells him, and Mr Mackey stops in his steps.
His eyes are focused on me, he's looking at Tweek, searching for the horns on his head, his eyes now green.
"What"
"Moriah's dead" Kenny tells him one more time, Mr Mackey doesn't know what to say. It's a miracle,
He's dead. Finally after years, Moriah dies.
"Who-"
"Craig tucker, killed him" Kenny gestures over to me, he's proud of me. Kenny's face spits nothing but smiles, and it doesn't take long for the others to wake up. Butters suddenly stumbles up and looks over at us, Cartman stands up and looks around the room, he's confused.
"Guys, I had the best sleep ever" Cartman yawned and stretched his grubby arms. But despite his stupid comment, I laugh, and I laugh hard. Because I know it's over.
Everything, everything is over.
"How did I come back?" I say, bringing my hands up to my chest. The stab felt so real, so painful.
I thought that I'd have died forever.
"You can thank me for that, idiot" the taller blonde swoops around and puts his hand on my shoulder. It was Kenny who brought me back, he did it. "Just a little spell to wake you up, after your boyfriend yelled at me to try it" he laughed, and rolled a hand through his hair.
I look up at Kenny and smile, "thank you" Is what I tell him, I'm honest. I thank Kenny for everything, I owe him, I owe him big time. When I thought he was lying, he was telling me the truth. Kenny isn't a bad person, he isn't any of those things that I concluded him to be.
I'm sorry Kenny.
Maybe I was the asshole after all.
But whatever, the past is past now. I stand up, and help Tweek up. His lips have blood on them, but he wipes the old blood and smiles.
Mr Mackey finally grabs at his words and approaches me. I turn around and shield Tweek away, but he reminds me that there's no such need for that.
"Craig tucker"
"Yes, Father Mackey."
"You make me proud" he puts his hand over my shoulder and hugs me. I'm surprised the old man still has the will power to hug me, but he hugs me only for a second before turning back around. He goes back to tell his priestess the situation, they all look at me in disbelief.
I've killed him.
The war is over.
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It's been 3 hours since the incident. Now I await inside the church, fixing my collar, tightening my robe. Fixing my attire. My ceremony is in 10 minutes, I feel nervous. My hands flick over to the designs on my robe, so beautiful. Brand new, sewed by hand, every speck of detail.
"How are you feeling?" Tweek walks in and I finally start to get used to seeing his green eyes collide with mine, he puts a hand on my shoulder and looks over at me in the mirror.
"Nervous" I snicker, and Tweek laughs at this. He turns me around and grabs onto my robe, pulling me in. Delving his lips into mine, clawing at my mouth before pulling back.
I'm dazed.
"what was that"
"Lucky charm" he winks and leads me over to the door, he opens it and we walk out. We walk, and walk, passing through hallways that I'd never imagine myself walking through ever again. And especially with Tweek beside me, no longer a secret.
But a human.
When we make it over to the entrance of the biggest room in the church, my throat churns at itself and my blood spikes. My adrenaline is running, I feel strikingly nervous. But Tweek grabs onto my hand and reminds me that it's okay.
"Go on, tell the world who you are tuck" he pushes onto my back and I walk inside the room.
All eyes are on me.
The crowd erupts in claps, my heart drills my chest with excitement. I can't breathe until I make it on stage, where Mr Mackey waits for me. He smiles at me, proud of me. The room erupts in cheers and I swear to god I can hear Tolkien, Jimmy and Clyde yell out to their heart's content. I look over to the crowd and see them, waving their hands in the air, in a place full of people. People from all levels.
Then I see Tweek walking over to Butters, he hugs him and they look over at me. He remembers butters now. He remembers everything, and that alone is enough to make me happy.
Carefully I walk up the stairs and make my way over to Mr Mackey. He grabs onto my shoulder and makes me face the crowd. The smile on my face is loud, and screams my happiness twice as loud.
Then Mr Mackey orders the room to go silent, and everyone does as so. He grabs onto the microphone and faces the crowd along side me.
"Welcome everyone, today is a special day, a special day for all" he goes on, and I can sense Clyde's face getting wider. Cartman also sits by there, sitting by Stan and Kyle, but this time, Cartman looks like he wants to cry tears of joy.
I'm taken aback from this, but I'm not surprised.
I also thank Cartman for everything.
"Today Craig Tucker has shown remarkable courage, ability and integrity. He's shown commitment in times when he was looked down upon, proving his fellow peers wrong."
"And most importantly, he's made his father proud." He goes on, and I have to hold back the tears from falling down my cheeks.
"Craig Tucker, not only has demonstrated his true faith, but he's risked his own life to end the devil. Moriah is officially gone." He finishes it off and the crowd erupts in gasps and cheers. Tolkien's jaw shoots wide open, he mouths at me words about how and when, but I just laugh and mouth that I'll tell him later.
"Craig tucker, kneel down upon me" he demands and I do as so, keeping one knee down on the ground, I lower my head and close my eyes. Imagining all the scenarios in my life flashing throughout my eyes. Everything that led me to this moment.
"I present to you, the church's highest level of respect, the Supreme Order of Christ" he says, and I bite at my temptation to open my eyes. I feel like shaking, but I don't shake. Receiving the highest honor of chivalry makes me lose my breath.
He gives me a brand new robe and hangs it over my own, the badge now etched to the robe beautifully with rubies.
"You've done the lord well, I'm proud, and I know that your father would be too" he smiles and mumbles it to me quietly. I'm the only one to hear this message, and it makes me smile.
"Thank you" I say and then we pray in the name of the lord, we stand up and I look back at the crowd.
Kenny looks back at me and gives me a grin, and I grin back. This is the happiest moment of my life. Everything has been awarded to me.
I've gone from being hated, to being honored, loved and praised.
I'm happy.
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After the ceremony my friends had jumped me, asking me endless questions, and opening their jaws once I told them the truth. Yet Jimmy opened his mouth to make another joke, this time I laughed and nudged him on the shoulder. Clyde grabs Tweek by the shoulder and rolls his hand over his hair, they laugh and I want to poke at Clyde for playing around with him.
Later that day, I brought Tweek over to his parents house. He was nervous, but when I opened the door I explained everything and they hugged him. They welcomed him and loved him. I've never seen Tweek cry harder, but today he cried. Hard and loud, hugging his family.
Because from now on, he'd be loved by more people than just me. He'd finally be able to live his own life.
A day passed by and Tweek started working alongside Butters at the cafe, laughing and making coffee, attending to customers.
And then at the end of the day, he'd end up going back to our house. No longer an apartment.
The church had awarded me with a house of my own, after the other one had been destroyed. The house was beautiful, with wood carvings etching the sides. Modern, stunning.
Ours to live in.
"Craig tucker" he cooed and I lay on the wall, crossing my arms. Waiting for his arrival from work. He walks in the door and approaches me, his hands caress my face and we kiss.
I kiss him softly, and then passionately.
I bring my hands underneath his knees and lift him up. His mouth delves deeper into mine, I pull back and groan.
I walk him over to my room and leave the door open. I lay him flat on bed and dive my lips back into his. My hands crawl underneath his shirt and pull it off. His body feels bare, warm, soft underneath my touch.
"I love you" I hush and Tweek rolls his eyes and laughs.
"I love you too" he smiles, and picks at my lips again.
Today I start my new life, a life of my own. A life as an exorcist.
But as much as things have their ups and downs.
Maybe being a demon isn't as bad as it sounds.
I ease the temptation and lower my head, I lick my canines and delve a kiss below his jawline.
Well let's just say that, I wasn't 100% human.
And that was okay, Demon or not, I was still me.
And that was all I needed.
Seems like the whole demon taking over me in my consciousness was true, he was insanely close to taking over my soul and this caused me to retain some of his demon features. Though it is safe to say that Moriah is officially gone.
"CRAIG!?" He laughs and squirms from my kisses, but I hold him gently in my arms and lay beside him.
"Tweek." I smile.
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Now this is my life.
And I'm happy.