Ironic Exorcism

[Jason McKinelly]

Sloth

Jason had been sitting in the park, watching the people of this horrid town. He couldn't stand how they meandered about, not doing anything in particular. All of them acted as if they were busy, but none of them actually left anymore. It was boring, and it was sad to see so many lazy people.

He wasn't really doing anything himself, he was neglecting a certain task he had. He was trying to find a certain 'Izaya Orihara', or something close to that. The man was supposed to stand out according to the locals, black hair, smooth skin, short stature. To him, it was like every other local there, but they all assured him he would know Izaya when he saw the man.

Pride

He knew that the Japanese people were modest, but he heard that Izaya was different. That was what made him stand out more. The man would take pride in what he did, nothing to do with 'I could have done it better,' or, 'It's not that great.' He was more like, 'There's no way I could have done it better,' or 'Admit it, I did it best.'

Wrath

He also heard about another man that hated Izaya. Named Shizuo Heiwajima. A very violent police officer. The epitome of rage, he might need to be reformed. Izaya would have to be reformed too. But Jason couldn't force them, he could only teach them.

The music blasted in his ears, keeping the voice of temptation covered. He just felt like teaching people. So, he stood and started preaching. "Everyone!" People looked over. "You all need to know the word of God!" Most of them went on their way, though he kept preaching. He knew someone would stop to listen.

[Izaya Orihara]

"To follow by faith alone is to follow blindly."

Izaya had been a good boy today. He managed to get seven thugs thrown in jail and a police officer promoted. Now they were all his puppets, but that was of course besides the point. Plus, it's not like they thanked him. Humans were such ungrateful creatures. Pity.

The collar burned on his neck all day today like wildfire. While it kept his attributes sealed, he had learned early on that it was pointless to try to ignore the fiery burning feeling that encircled his neck like a chain. He supposed it was it's way of telling him that he had hidden too long, and his true form, needed to get off some steam.

He never wanted to relive the experience of his true form. Shuddering softly, he skipped down the street, closer to the park. The trees kept his powers hidden, and those bloody fire-skulls could start chittering like the idiots they were. Why he had those things, he had no idea.

Guardians, they told him.

Until he was able to control his full form, (Which would be never at this point, due to being human with demonic blood and demonic powers in him, a demonic body he did not have), he was alone in that. They would probably be with him until he gained some kind of circuit that he could hold onto. Something that could ground him.

He winced as his spine felt like it was grabbed in the middle of his skip. That seriously hurt. Staring to walk again, he finally reached the park, his eyes turning a much brighter red, slitted deformed cat's eye. He had to let out energy somehow, and the eyes took away the pressure building. He should be okay for a few hours again.

Sighing in relief he waved at his humans, enjoying the squeaks when they saw his eyes dilate. It was so amusing.

Hearing someone shouting, he scurried closer, almost imagining a fight. However he was graced with a blond boy that he had no idea who it was. Blinking curiously, he stared. The man was speaking about god or something. Great, what he needed. It wasn't as if he didn't or did believe in god.

He knew he would become god if he tried enough.

The question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others crazy?

Smiling, he wondered if he could troll this poor little hum- No...Sniffing softly, he tilted his head, curiosity overwhelming him. Why did that preacher-man smell like a demon? Was he a exorcist? Izaya mentally shook his head. Like Exorcists still existed. Though he wouldn't be surprised.

[Jason McKinelly]

Lust

Something intoxicating crossed Jason's senses. He tried to ignore it. Just another person whose hormones were going nuts, probably. He wasn't going to pay any attention to it, he wouldn't succumb to temptation. The voice in his ears got louder though, almost louder than his music. He switched tempos, something a little faster in beat, and turned up the music. He had to stop his preaching though to do it.

He looked up to come across a cute black haired man. It took Jason only a couple of seconds to study the man. Unsightly thin, but angular features that were to die for. The hair on his head was natural, plus his eyes were of a beautiful color. To add to it all, his skin was perfect and he kept everything in check to make sure that nothing would be out of place about his body. Though, a few signs of health were missing. He could see a few flaws, which showed him that the man was a sinner.

Envy

Justin saw the man's aura as well. It was large, and fiery. He wanted to have the man, but he was also repulsed by him. He hid the scowl, to make sure that the man wouldn't notice how Jason was studying him. He stood up straight and began preaching again. At one point or another, if the man kept watching, Jason would approach him and try to teach him. Maybe. The man was a sinner and did need to be taught.

The word of God that had enlightened him earlier, though, was being drowned out by the music. Though the music was drowning out the voice of temptation that was tempting him to sin. He took out his scriptures and looked over a few verses that would help him push back the voice in his head. He didn't want to sin, especially with the black haired man that was watching him. "Hmmm... Ah, that would help..." He couldn't hear his own voice, but he knew from the vibrations through his vocal cords that he was whispering to himself. It was only to keep up his facade.