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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 29

It was a little after ten o'clock at night when the movie ended and Dib and Zim finally left, not late at all by Pepito's standards, but he had been awake for almost forty-eight hours now and was feeling pretty tried. After showing them both to the door, he had reported all he had learned to his father. The new knowledge seemed to ease his ill temper at coming home to the surprise visit and, because of it, having to remain in one of his human guises. The teen raised a hand to his mouth as he yawned, making his way up the stairs and back to his room where he had left Todd. He made a quick stop by the hall closet to grab a couple sleeping bags. When he reached his bedroom door, he let his powers do the job of opening it for him.

As soon as the door opened, Todd paused the video game he had been playing, standing up to push the beanbag chair back against the wall. “Hey. How did it go with your father?”

“Oh. Good. He's not so cranky anymore.” Pepito let the door close behind him, carrying the sleeping bags to his bed.

Todd smiled in humor at the idea of the Devil being cranky. It was a term that he tended to associate with babies and toddlers, so its application to Señor Diablo seemed very out of place. He gave Pepito a questioning look as he put the sleeping bags on the bed.

“Sorry, Todd, but I don't think you should sleep in the guest room. You'll be safer from both Shmee and yourself if someone's keeping an eye on you. Plus, Carl Rove likes to stop by sometimes, late a night, and that's where he sleeps.”

“Carl Rove?”

“Yeah. You didn't think he was human, did you? He's actually used that name in several previous lifetimes, though his real name is Ronove. He's kind of one of my…unofficial tutors.”

“What does he teach you?” Todd asked this with some trepidation, aware that the lessons could very well be about gruesome torture techniques for all he knew. He wondered briefly if this was Pepito's first life, if he had lived before as a human, or if he had existed previously as a demon in Hell, but quickly brushed the thought aside, afraid that the answer might be more than he could handle.

“Mostly rhetoric and political relations stuff. Sometimes languages, but a lot of my other tutors can do that just as well and he is rather busy with his own political career.” He unrolled the sleeping bags, pushing the blue one to the inner side of his bed, against the wall. The red one was laid on the outer side, beside the nightstand. “Anyway, I'm going to take a quick shower before bed.”

Todd studied his socked feet uncomfortably for a moment. “Umm. I don't mind sleeping on the floor.”

Pepito looked offended, crossing his arms over his chest. “You are not sleeping on the floor, Amigo. If it makes you that uncomfortable, then I will. But, after staying awake for so long, I would really prefer a bed.”

Gah! How did Pepito always manage to make him feel so guilty! He had thought that that was mainly a Christian thing, but withheld the comment, lest his friend become even more offended. He looked up when he felt the other’s hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Squee. It's not really that big a deal, is it? I mean, we each have our own sleeping bags. It's just like any normal sleep over, except without the morning backaches.” He thought it very odd that Todd was acting so reluctant about something so trivial. Did he think he was trying to get in his pants or something? Oh, shit. He did! “Ohhh. Is this about that whole 'sucking' thing earlier? Because I was just kidding about that, but then Mother came in with Dib and Zim and I didn't really get to the joking part. I didn't mean to leave you thinking that...I mean, I would never try to force or pressure you into anything like that. Not that I would mind doing it if you really wanted to, but I know you don't and ...yeah. So, I'm not going to stick my hand down your pants or anything.”

Both of his parents had taught him that rape was morally despicable, but even if this had not been the case Pepito would have no interest in it himself. As he saw it, the primary positive distinction of having sex with someone else, as opposed to one's self, was knowing that the person in question wanted you and that you could give them pleasure. Rape defeated that purpose entirely.

“Oh. Okay. Umm, thanks for letting me know. Sorry for thinking that, I guess.” Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all. That revelation did put him mostly at ease, though.

Pepito gave Squee's should a few pats before removing his hand. “My fault completely. We're good, though, right?”

“Yeah.” Todd gave him a reassuring smile.

“Great. Well, I'll just be a short while in the shower. You can make yourself at home or go ahead and go to sleep or whatever you want.” Pepito returned the smile, still feeling a little bad, before heading into his bathroom.

Glancing around the room, Todd noticed that most of the books on Pepito's shelf consisted of classics and science fiction. There was hardly any horror, despite of what one might expect, probably because Pepito had so much experience with the subject matter that reading about the theories of “mere mortals” was just annoying. Also, many of them tended to paint an unpleasant picture of his family. There was a binder that appeared to be a photo album on the bottom shelf and he was highly tempted to look through it. Resisting the urge to pry into his friend's privacy, he climbed onto the bed, slipping into the blue sleeping bag. Pepito's bed was actually very soft...maybe the mattress was made of feathers or some space-age type material. It was the exact opposite of the beds and the D.H.M.I. and it made him instantly feel as if he could set adrift on the calm waters of the river Sleep.

Closing his eyes, Squee let his mind sink into the place where random thoughts float to the surface with no real urgency or significance unless one chose to dwell on them. It occurred to him to he hadn't taken his medication since Friday morning. He would have to make sure Brian didn't find out about that. Did that have anything to do with Shmee growing stronger or was it merely coincidence? It seemed as if Shmee had been growing stronger since he got him back, so probably it was just an effect of their being together again. Besides, his mom seemed to have to take enough medication to shut out reality almost completely in order to feel safe. He wondered if Zim would really “abduct” his parents when they used his house. Remembering the results of the last time that they had been abducted, he decided that it was probably a bad idea, making a metal note to try to stop it.

Todd shifted slightly on the mattress as he heard the click of the bathroom light switching off and the slight creak of the door opening. The orange light behind his eyes blinked out as the bedroom light was turned off as well.

“Amigo? Hey, Squee, you awake?” When he received no answer, Pepito gently lowered himself onto the foot of the bed before crawling over his own sleeping bag to the head. After slipping halfway into the sleeve of blankets, he turned to his bedmate, raising a hand over his head. He took a moment to settle into a tranquil state so that he could feel the other's energy before muttering a protection spell lowly to himself.

Squee had to fight back an impulse to open his eyes, shove Pepito's hand away, send himself tumbling off the bed in his haste to escape and maybe even release one of the squeals that were his name-sake. What was Pepito doing to him? He should have known better than to stay there, much less sleep in the same room as the Anti-Christ! As the other's hushed speech came to an end, he forced his racing mind to calm as much as possible in order to observe any possible effects.

Gazing at Todd's seemingly tranquil visage, Pepito smiled slightly as he allowed his thumb to glide softly across his forehead. “Buenas noches, Amigo.” His hand brushed silky bangs from the other's brow as he slowly bent down to place a lingering kiss where his thumb had been.

At the contact of soft lips with his skin, Squee's eyes shot open in surprise, only to find Pepito's eyes momentarily closed. Quickly shutting his own, he tried to subdue any signs that he was awake, but couldn't help a small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Stupid, warm, swishy feelings, making him feel at ease when he should be taking some sort of evasive action! He felt the other pull away, followed by a dip in the bed when he laid down in his sleeping bag on his own side of the bed. Deciding to catch the other off guard, Squee repositioned himself so that he was on his right side, facing Pepito before speaking in a groggy tone. “Good night, Pepito.”

Pepito's left eye opened widely, taking in his half-awake friend, at those words. After a few seconds, his right eye opened as well as he turned to face the other. “Todd, you're awake?”

“For the most part…I think. What was that you just did to me?”

“Oh, I simply placed a protection charm on you. As Father said, this house is already under protection, but Shmee seems to be attached to you through your imagination, and especially your dreams. Hopefully, this way, he won't be paying you a visit tonight, although I'm not sure if my magic will work as well on something like Shmee. Wake me if you have another nightmare, alright?”

Squee felt his muscles relax as relief flooded through him at the other's explanation. “Oh. Okay, but could you let me know the next time you're going to work Satanic magic on me?” He couldn't help but wonder if the kiss had been a part of the spell. Probably not since it came after the muttered word and after the half-demon had bide him good night.

“If I do, will you let me do it?”

“Could I actually stop you?”

“No, but compassionate magic is strongest when the subject knows and is willing.”

“I see.”

“Todd, I'm just trying to help you. But you still don't trust me at all, do you?”

“I trust you…some. Look, it's not you. It's just that I don't really trust anyone completely. I'm sorry. You've given me plenty of reasons to, and I'm trying. I just…have issues. It's like there's this little voice in the back of my mind, besides Shmee, always telling me to doubt things: people, events, myself. I don't even know how much of what I experience is really happening half the time, so trusting is not so easy for me.”

“I realize that it's not easy, but this is a very serious situation. If you have another confrontation with Shmee, I want you to be able to defend yourself, or at least be under some form of protection.”

“Pepito, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you promise not to get mad?”

“I'll try my best.”

“I'm ...I really am sorry about the things I said to you this morning, but when we were kids, before I went to the institution, you used to try to get me to join your father's soulless army of darkness all the time. And since you really are the Anti-Christ, I'm guessing that I didn't hallucinate that. So, I'm kind of confused about why you didn't take it earlier. Do you still want it, or am I already condemned without knowing it or something?”

“Todd…that's a little more complicated than you seem to think.” Pepito sighed deeply, not really wanting to get into such a potentially stressful topic for the other during an already emotionally taxing situation. Nevertheless, he scooched out of his bag to pull himself into a sitting, Indian style, position, facing his friend. He watched nervously as Squee sat up as well, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping an arm around them before speaking in an informative, conversational tone.

“You see, as the Anti-Christ, it's not really my job to collect souls, at least not the standard collection that go to Hell in exchange for some petty wish or sin. My job is basically to appear as appealing as possible to the masses so that I may gain political power, while at the same time secretly developing my infernal powers to eventually lead the army of the Second Rebellion. After that, I will be Father's Region on Earth, which will be an extension of his dominion. The army is more my area, simply because they will be my army when the final battle comes, but, once again, recruitment isn't really my priority, though I have enlisted a few exceptional individuals that I have happened across.”

The half-demon paused momentarily to study his sleeping bag, his voice becoming more emotional as he began again. “Obviously, I've always found you to be exceptional, but...I'm sorry about putting you on the spot with Father back then. That was wrong. I was a real brat then, even more so than now. I wanted you to be my friend so much, but you didn't want that, and I guess I just thought that if you joined the army you wouldn't be afraid of me anymore. And then I could keep you...forever. …Wow, that sounded creepier than I intended. Are you completely freaked out yet?”

“Not completely.” Squee gave him a shy smile, encouraging him to continue, though he wasn't really sure that he wanted to hear what was to come next. While Pepito's explanation for his attempted recruitment was flattering, and even somewhat understandable, the bit about keeping him “forever” was undeniably creepy.

“I know this probably doesn't make a lot of sense to you, Amigo, but the reason I wanted your soul is because I liked you so much. If you weren't on my side at the end, we would probably never see each other again. So...yes, I do still want it. But, I'm not so selfish as to try to trick or pressure you into it anymore. Those who join the army must be willing, and I wouldn't take you any other way. Uh…for the army I mean. Well, obviously for anything else either, but I digress. Right now, I don't think you're in any state to make such a decision. If you ever join, I want it to be your true will, and not some desperate ploy to get out of living.

And, just as a side note, the whole 'soulless army of darkness' is mostly just Father's flare for the dramatic showing up. Obviously, you are your soul, so the members of the army aren't really soulless. He just means that they have pledged their souls, meaning themselves, to his service. The same could be said of those who pledge themselves to the Authority's army. And a lot of the fighting is more ideological than physical.”

There was a moment of silence, during which Pepito moved closer to the other, placing his hand on a blue-clothed knee. “Todd? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I'm alright.” The affirmation came a little too fast to be true. Conflicting ideas were colliding in the boy's mind like too many ships on a turbulent sea of emotion.

“You don't sound alright. Listen. I don't want to be your friend so that I can recruit you; I want to recruit you because I value your friendship so much. The friendship comes first, and I promise to always put it first. I'm not going to constantly proselytize to you about it, and if you want to know anything about it, I'll truthfully tell you what I know. And if you decide that you want to go somewhere else when you die, then...I hope you make it there and that it makes you happy.”

“Really?”

“Really.” His lips formed a sad smile. “But I would miss you terribly.”

Something about that smile and the resolute sincerity in Pepito's voice tugged at his heart. The hand on his leg moved up to land atop the tan one occupying his knee. “I would miss you too.”

Pepito's eyes fell to the hand upon his own. A warm, tingling sensation seemed to ripple through his body, seeping into every cell on its way. “Even after everything you've learned about me? Even after what I just told you?”

Smiling softly at the other's surprise, Todd raised both their hands off his knee so that he could shift closer to Pepito, wrapping his arms around the other boy. “Of course. You're my best friend. I wuv you. Awut.”

Returning the embrace, Pepito pulled Squee even closer so that he was nearly sitting in his lap. He laughed softly into the other's hair. “You're never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never. If we end up in different afterlives, I'll have to find a way to send you little messages in a bottle or something. And they'll always be signed with 'awut a wuv'.”

Pepito's arms tightened around him even more, almost desperately. “You better.”

Instead of struggling, Todd simply rested his head against the shoulder at his nearest convenience. “I promise I'll try. And…I'll consider your offer, though I can't promise a timely reply or the answer you want.”

“Thank you, Amigo.” Tilting his head down, he placed a soft kiss on Todd's exposed left cheek before he even realized what he was doing.

Squee felt his face heat up at the small kiss that was definitely not part of a spell this time. He raised his head and shuffled back a bit to give the other a curious look, his left eyebrow slightly raised.

Giving his friend a congenial smile, Pepito felt his own cheeks warming a little, something that hadn't happened to him in such a situation in a long time. Damn. He could still be so impulsive sometimes. “Uhh. Sorry, Todd.”

“It's okay.” His lips formed something between a smile and a smirk. Being capable of making Pepito blush was somehow...satisfying...nearly as satisfying as the way the other boy was currently looking at him, though not as unsettling. “I don't mind.”

Smiling wider, Pepito lifted a hand from the Squee's back to run it slowly through the other's hair, watching him blush an even brighter red. “Todd, that...thing with Shmee...was that your first kiss?”

“Oh, no. My first kiss was...” Todd paused momentarily, realizing that in addition to being embarrassing, his first kiss would require explaining that he was dressed as a girl at the time. “Heh...never mind. But, it wasn't that bad.”

“You're not going to tell me?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I don't need to know. But friends tell each other this kind of stuff, right?”

“I...guess. Why don't you tell me about yours first?”

The demon-boy shrugged. “Very well. My first kiss was with Mary Thomas at the sixth grade Valentines Day dance, after I spent two hours convincing her that I didn't have cooties.”

“Wow. That's pretty normal.” It was also surprising, and a bit disturbing, that in some ways, the Anti-Christ was more normal than he was.

Pepito frowned at his expression, knowing that he probably shouldn't have mentioned the thing with Shmee at all. “Yeah. My second kiss was on my thirteenth birthday, which was also my official initiation into the Satanic religion. It was with a follower who had invoked the spirit of my father for the occasion. That was also my first time having sex. Her name was Ushkar: Queen of Malevolence, Daughter of Evil.”

“That's. Definitely. Not. Normal.”

“No, it's not. Feel better now?”

Better was definitely the last thing he felt in regards to this latest piece of information. “No. Pepito...”

“Don't feel bad for me, Amigo. I don't feel bad about it, and I wasn't forced into it. Besides, Ushkar was hot.”

“I'm...going to go sleep on the couch.”

As soon as Todd started to move, Pepito grabbed his right forearm. “Please don't. I didn't mean to freak you out and I know I shouldn't be telling you all this right now, but..”

His movement stilled, Todd sighed softly. “But, I did ask.” The boy felt a strange mix of emotions and they were making him decidedly uneasy. He was sure that the pity was unwanted, but had never seen Pepito that needy, that vulnerable, that human before. Staring into the darkness, he tried to think of some way to diffuse the tension, when suddenly Pepito's door opened in a slow motion that seemed methodical.

Both boys turned to face the entrance as dim light pored in from the hall. It seemed as if no one was there to have opened it, until they looked down to see an over-sized wolf with glowing yellow eyes.

Pepito let out a “humph” from the impact when Squee abruptly leaped back into his arms, clinging to him tightly and actually shaking a bit, at the sight of his dog. He couldn't help the huge smile, but he did manage to hold back the laughter as he wrapped a comforting arm around the other. “It's okay, Squee. That's just Woofles. She likes to sleep in my room sometimes, when she's home. She won't hurt you. Well, she might think you're prey if you keep showing fear like this. And youdo make a sound like one of her squeaky toys.”

Calming some at Pepito's explanation, Todd managed to stop shaking and loosen his grip on the other enough to sit back own his own. “Heh. That's not helping.”

The half-wolf/half-hellhound trotted leisurely over to Pepito's bed, rising up to rest her forepaws on the comforter. She tilted her head inquisitively at Squee, ears pointing straight up. “Urruff?”

“Hey, Woofles.” Pepito petted her head a couple times, scratching behind an ear.

Todd was shocked that the intimidating “dog” accepted the attention rather happily, even nuzzling her owner's hand a little.

“This,” The demonic teen gestured to his friend. “Is my Todd. He's very important, so we have to keep him safe, okay?”

His eyes widened at such a degrading introduction, but he didn't know what Woofles would do if he showed any aggression toward Pepito, even in jest. Instead, he went with sarcasm. “Thanks a lot, Pepito.”

Pepito smiled wider and shrugged. “That's just how she understands things, Amigo.” He patted the bed a few times. “C'mere Woofles!”

Woofles pounced on to the bed, making it shake a little from her weight. Once the mattress stabilized, she walked over to the boys, giving Squee a curious sniff. Though he was apparently a new person, he smelt satisfactorily enough like Pepito to appease her, so she raised her paw in greeting.

“Shake, Todd.”

Hesitantly, Squee griped Woofles' paw very lightly, moving it up and down in sink with her. “Hi...Woofles.”

“Good boy.”

When Pepito ruffled his hair in reward, Todd just had to glare at him. When he spoke, it was in a cherry voice as not to provoke the dog. “You're a real jerk, you know?”

“Heh heh. I know.” He looked back to Woofles. “Seriously, Woofles, he's not a toy, okay?”

Woofles nodded in understanding.

“Did she really understand that?”

“Of course.”

“Uh, Pepito, bad things tend to happen to animals around me. I told you about what happened to my kitten and there was this puppy once and-”

“Relax, Squee. I'm pretty sure that's only around Shmee. And, anyway, Woofles will be fine.” He turned to Woofles, ruffling her fur much as he had Todd's hair. “You're just as special as I am, right girl?”

Another firm nod.

Pepito yawned once again. “Okay. I think it's time to go to sleep. Sleep Woofles.”

The half-wolf nuzzled him once again before curling up at the foot of the bed.

Sliding back into his sleeping bag, Pepito leaned over to press a quick kiss to Todd's cheek before lying down completely. “Goodnight, Amigo.”

Following the other's lead, Todd wrapped himself in his own sleeping bag, laying his head against a plush pillow. “Goodnight, Pepito.” He was a little surprised when Pepito's hand claimed his own, but he returned the hold loosely, feeling more secure.

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-According to S. L. MacGregor Mathers (a very important occult scholar from in the late 1800s and early 1900s): “The Twenty-seventh Spirit is Ronove. He appeareth in the Form of a Monster. He teacheth the Art of Rhetoric very well and giveth Good Servants, Knowledge of Tongues, and Favours with Friends or Foes. He is a Marquis and Great Earl; and there be under his command 19 Legions of Spirits.”

-Number five of the Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth (from The Church of Satan): “Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.”

-Info about Satanic Magic: “LaVey names three types of Satanic ritual:

Lust Rituals are conducted for the purpose of sexually attracting a person of your choice. LaVey specifies that you must have a particular person, or at least type of person, in mind for this to have any chance of success.

Compassion Rituals are performed for the gain of those you care for, or on one's own behalf. The purpose is to increase worldly gain for the target, whether it be a friend or yourself. Any ritual aimed at gaining material wealth, physical advantage, or increase in life station falls into this category.

Destruction Rituals are otherwise known as curses or hexes, and are employed for the destruction of one's enemies. This is from a summary of the Satanic Bible on Wikipedia, which is actually pretty accurate, though I get a lot of this stuff from the book.

-Mary Thomas is the little girl who Squee claimed told him he had cooties when trying to convince the aliens not to take him in the comics, so...technically not an OC.

-“Ushkar, queen of malevolence, daughter of evil” is from Boy Meets World, "The Witches of Pennbrook” episode. You can read the transcript here:

http//www. geocities. com/porkboy5556/WitchesofPennbrook. Html

You can download the episode, and others, here:

http//community. Livejournal. com/herostratic/5041.html

-Quote from John Allee of The First Church of Satan: “When a child reaches puberty, which is the age of sexual consent according to nature, parents no longer are able to control the child's sexual behavior. You cannot be with that child every hour of every day. If you find yourself acting as moral arbiter in the life of your sexually active teen, twenty, or thirty year old, it's time to get a life! A natural instinct is the urge to protect a child, but only to a certain point - when you go beyond that point, healthy, natural instinct turns to unhealthy, unnatural obsession. Most successful parents will tell you that the vast majority of instilling ethics and morals into your children is done by the time they reach 12 years old. There are laws, existing laws that protect people of all ages from rape and sexual harassment. We strongly suggest that these laws be enforced.” Source:
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