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[Poison_Grass]

======>> Finton
======>> Brent
======>> Stone

Saturday was an occasion mainly used for relaxing or going out with friends for a good time but for some unfortunate others it was simply another day of work. Finton did not view it in such a fashion, he did not sigh and roll his eyes at the prospect of working on the worlds day off, instead he looked foreword to it. The pink haired man had no friends to go drinking with, no partner to romance and as for his family? Too far away or busy to pay the man a visit. This was not entirely true however, his brother Aubrey would often call him up and pop over but Finton would strongly advise against it, knowing how stressed out his younger sibling usually was. He was a year older then the male and already he noticed a few protruding, white hairs forming upon the males scalp which he found rather worrying.

The man let himself mull over such thoughts as strong, work beaten hands wiped across the expanse of porcelain. Soapy suds foamed around the skin as he placed the newly cleaned item on the side to dry, he had to wash his dishes by hand for he had no dryer and found the item to be overly expensive to run, thus opting against one. Finton busied himself, on edge as he waited for the familiar ring of his telephone to echo, alerting him of a new job that required his assistance. The company he worked for were pretty relaxed when it came to tasks, they had a list of whom to phone and not to phone on certain days. Finton was available 24-7 and so they often abused this, not that the caveman minded one bit. He made sure to have his mobile phone in the back pocket of his trousers at all points just in case work had an emergency. Aside from that, the item was never used, it had very few numbers stored within it and was an extremely old make, battered and covered in various paint splatters and dust.

The phone rung. Finton immediately dropped the mug he had been grasping and ran for the electronically device. Behind him he left a trail of water as his soaking hands dripped their liquid remnants everywhere. Snatching up the telephone from its holder, Finton pressed it to his ear, wetting the plastic and parts of his pinned back strands.

“Hello.” came the dull voice.

“Hey! Finton! We got a job! Are you available?” the bubbly receptionist questioned, she was always nice to him, perhaps a little too nice but of course the socially retarded man never picked up on her flirtations.

“Yes. Where want me?” he questioned, attempting to dry his hands off and grip the phone at the same time, failing miserably.

“That guy, you know the one at the farm, he called for you again, one of his machines broke down. How do you put up with him Finton? He’s such a weirdo! I think there’s something wrong with him-”

“I go. Speak soon.” the tall man cut the woman off, hanging up the phone abruptly. He had not meant to come across as rude but he felt he was wasting one of their frequent customers time by listening to the woman talk. He also had not liked her insulting Clive, simply because thus far he had seemed like a perfectly nice man not worthy of being insulted in such a fashion. After all, the farmer was investing his money in the company and if he felt that Finton was a worthwhile investment then the caveman would try not to disappoint him. The man nodded, making up his mind he grabbed his keys for the company van as well as his house keys and made his way to the door. Finton picked up a dark green hoody that had been draped across a chair, throwing it over his shoulder before exiting his home, locking the door firmly behind him. He suspected he wouldn’t need the clothing in the end but liked to have it as a precautionary measure for he had no idea how long it would take to fix Clive’s machine, it could be dark by the time he came home.

Combat boots thumped down the stairway of his apartment complex, grimy walls greeted him as well as the stench of smoke and quite possibly urine. He waved awkwardly at a neighbour that greeted him, the woman standing in see through negligee, a cigarette clasped firmly between her yellow nailed fingers. He heard her curse when he moved on with his journey, obviously not giving her the reaction she had desired. The man couldn’t become aroused even if he had wanted to, he was practically cut off from all sexual realms, not quite impotent but merely emotionally crippled. Eventually, he reached the bottom, stepping through the swinging doors and into the outside world, soft sunlight warming his skin ever so slightly. Already he could feel his skin almost sucking up the rays greedily, energizing him immediately. It was an odd sensation indeed, Finton could only assume it was linked to the ethereal deity that had visited him, bestowing the strange tattoo upon his flesh. Frankenstein’s monster had tried to put such thoughts at the back of his mind, mainly being successful with how busy he usually found himself. Doing it again was not hard, instead Finton concentrated on the task at hand, opening the door to his van, the company logo printed garishly on the side. He climbed in, buckling himself up, revving the engine, shifting the gear stick and then putting his foot to the pedal.

The car ride was long and uneventful although Finton admitted he was enjoying the view much more when the ugly, cement buildings disappeared to reveal rolling fields of greens and gold. He silently admired them, the metallic bracelets on his wrist jangling slightly as the van bumped over the rocky terrain. Peering his head to the side, he could see the outline of Clive’s farm, heart almost skipping a beat when he saw the potato fields that went on and on for miles. How could a man love potato’s so much? It was truly odd.

A cloud of dust formed from behind the vehicles wheels until it eventually ground to halt as soon as Finton had chosen a suitable place to park. His giant form emerged from inside, standing at his full, terrifying height, he lifted a hand up to block the sunlight, squinting ever so slightly. The man could see two figures, one of which was Clive and the other…well it looked as if it might possibly be a mirage. Perhaps the sun was playing tricks on him? Quickly he turned to grab a bottle of water from his van, linking his vision to a case of dehydration.

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Wild, go wild, go wild in the country
Where snakes in the grass are absolutely free
Wild, go wild, go wild in the country
Where snakes in the grass are absolutely free

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[Poison_Grass]

ℂ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝕃 | | 𝕄 𝔸 𝕀 𝕊 ø ℕ | | 𝔹 ℝø ø 𝕂 𝕊

Cecil had run away from home…well not really but he had stepped out for a few moments to escape his mother who had been wielding a camera with evil intent. The boy loved the woman unconditionally but there were simply times where even he could not deal with the excessive amount of frills along with the repetitive flash as each image was taken. That was why he found himself wandering aimlessly around the city, not sure what he was looking for but he was certain he’d know when he saw it. The brunette could smell something quite tantalizing and he found himself drawn to the scent instinctively, stopping in front of a baguette stand. They offered an array of large loaves, filled with piping hot fillings, the items looked rather large but Cecil decided he could save some for later if he could not manage it all. Smiling, he ordered one of the baked goods, opting for a cheese, pepperoni and spiced sausage filling, licking his lips at the prospect of tasting it.

The stall owner called him ‘young lady’ but really Cecil could not hold it against him considering what he was wearing. Usually on Saturdays Cecil was allowed to wear his ‘boy’ clothes but his mother had forced him into the feminine attire anyway claiming that his trousers would be too ‘stuffy’ for the weather. The boy was wearing a layered, frill strap top, the ruffles going all the way down in a light pastel pink, a miniature, puffy skirt in a shade of mint green was on his bottom half. Knee high socks in the same pinky tinge wound up his legs, green ribbons adorning the sides to match the Mary Jane’s in the same colour. His mother had even forced him into wearing a bunny shaped handbag, the item hanging off one of his bony shoulders, he looked rather ridiculous and he secretly wished he had changed into his male clothes before he left.

As usual he got a splurge of people laughing at him, wolf whistling and making general unsavoury comments. He had by now learnt to ignore it all and instead stared down at the food that was clasped in his peach toned hands, thankful that his girly bag had held his purse inside. The boy shivered slightly, it was sunny yes but not warm enough to wander around in clothing such as this, why was he so stupid? He’d forgotten almost everything in his flurry. Cecil sighed and hit his head a few times, it seemed he needed a serious session of comfort eating to battle his frustrations especially after what happened when he got even slightly aggravated.

He really didn’t want these powers, they were scary as hell and were completely unpredictable. Cecil at least wanted some sort of grip on them, instead they were controlled by his changing emotions and wreaked havoc wherever he went. Cecil formed miniature cracks and even at times the earth had trembled, this happened when he got mad or heavily embarrassed. Then there was his sudden mass of strength, causing great holes in whatever he touched if he caught himself in one of his ‘moods’, it was quite terrifying. People thought he was weird enough as it is without this being added into the mix as well. It was all that robe clad mans fault, Cecil wished he could just get his a** back down here and give these awful talents to some other person that could handle them a lot better. On second thoughts no, the cross dresser did not want anyone else to put up with what he had to, it was better he held onto them and spared someone the trouble.

A small frown appeared on his face, the small male stomped his way over to the small convenience store beside him, not realizing that he had left several large indents on the cement beneath him. It was too late when he noticed and quickly he scurried away before any could link him to the crime. When he got inside, he hurriedly picked up a few packets of liquorish whips and placed them into the counter. The sales clerk that served him was having a hard time keeping a straight face, stifling stupid giggles as Cecil reached into the bunny and pulled out his money. The frown deepened “You’re a jerk.” is all he said as he turned on his heels and left the store, sighing as he heard the man howl with laughter as soon as the door closed. The boy sighed, blowing hair from his face before moving on, he would not let one close minded person get to him, he would sit down and enjoy his food, nothing was going to get in the way of such a simple pleasure.

Well that was until his hazel irises settled upon a familiar form. He knew the poor man, walking past him countless times. He knew the other was homeless and would often give him any money he had on his person whenever they encountered each other. His name was Hughes, a title that he had begrudgingly told the boy on one occasion. With a warm smile, Cecil made his way over, immediately picking up the troubled expression the other man wore. “Hughes?” he said the name softly as he stood before him, feet moving together as he swayed slightly. The boy wanted to cheer him up slightly or at least feed him, the large sandwich in his hands could provide for that.

Cecil nodded, the idea solidifying in his mind as he abruptly grabbed Hughes wrist and dragged him along until he found a green patch of grass for them to sit upon. Gently he pulled the man downwards, at least he hoped so with his new amount of brute strength. The virtue of ‘charity’ sat himself down as best he could without revealing much, his legs resting at the side as he broke the baguette in half. The boy handed half to his companion “Isn’t today great for a picnic?” he questioned with a grin, he was sure the man was questioning his sanity right about now.

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[yueaifeng]

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Once the dizziness had subsided, Leith managed to summon the energy to at least check if his head was bleeding. At the moment, all he felt was a slight bump. It really wasn't all that bad. His hand then ran through his hair, straightening it more than it previously had been. He took out a stray branch that had tangled into his white, silken locks, wondering when that had gotten stuck in there. Wouldn't he had felt it earlier? It probably would have even, at the least, scratched his neck during the fall. Yet the male hadn't felt a thing. As far as he knew, he was still able to move. It must have been a shorter fall than he had anticipated. Thankfully, it seemed like cuts and bruises truly were all that had hit him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he gently laid the back of his head against the trunk of the tree. It really was a nice, calming day outside, wasn't it? Leith brought up his arm, staring up at his tattoo momentarily. It was nothing more than a brand, wasn't it? Binding him to this duty that would surely break him a little on the inside. He didn't want to hurt Sinclair. Who knew what kinds of effects the Mark had on the other sins. It seemed like nothing more than an excuse for violence and rage. Leith suddenly shuddered, wondering why he suddenly felt a little on edge. it felt as if there was someone else with him. Wait, no... it seemed more like there was two people. His breath hitched for a moment, the back of his hand deciding to rest on his forehead. Kindness' fingers fumbled in haste as they tried to pull up his sleeve. It wouldn't seem too strange, right? After all, there was definitely an increase of people getting tattoos, right? Still, the white-haired male felt incredibly self-conscious about that single tattoo. It was strange, wasn't it? He didn't want anyone knowing about it; the fact was that it was simply much too embarrassing for him to have. Leith felt as if it were nothing more than a chain binding him to a master he wasn't sure if he wanted to work for. Of course, he trusted the strange messenger, but that didn't mean that he wanted to go along with it. Trust and wants were too different things. One was reliability and the other was nothing more but pure greed. But not everyone was perfect, were they? Of course not.

In his own way, Leith thought the messenger, and maybe even God, to be a little selfish, even lazy. After all, he had to drag seven innocent people into this battle against the sins. They hadn't done anything to be condemned to this work, had they? He shook his head, letting his arm slide back down to his side. That's when he noticed someone was standing close by. Rather, the black-haired male was standing right next to him. Leith jumped a bit in surprise, blinking at him dumbly for a moment. When had he gotten here? He seemed a little strange, though. It was as if someone else were with him. That, and the staring was starting to unnerve him. Well, then again, he had just fallen out of a tree. It shouldn't have seemed too strange to be stared at. Leith stared back at him. Now that he took a good look at the male, he saw the magnificent color that his eyes were illuminated with. Brown, almost a dark blood red. The male in front of his was a mysterious person. Leith almost smiled at him if it were for the fact that he pretty much ran away from sight at that exact moment. Curiously enough, that person left almost as suddenly as he had came. Leith couldn't help but smile a bit, biting back a laugh. That wouldn't be very polite, would it? It would seem like mockery right? Still, even if there had been something extremely strange about the raven-haired male, Leith found that he didn't feel that bad after falling out of a tree. He made a small note to himself never to do it again, though. He didn't particularly enough falling out of trees. It just wasn't as fun as a roller coaster. That, and he felt as if he would never be able to handle another fall, anyways. Shaking his head, Leith attempted to get up, hands scraping against the bark of the tree to help support hi body stand. It was nothing more than a vain attempt, for he slid right back down. He let out a small sigh before making another attempt, this time find a stable place on his feet. Oh, and that guy was back. Wait what!? Leith blinked at him, jumping once more. Alright, that was a little, just a little, freaky. Not to mention that he felt as if there was someone with them. Mockery? Mocking people definitely wasn't nice.

Leith let out a slow sigh, trying to calm now his rattled nerves. It was certainly unusual for someone to sudden come, leave and then return once more. Perhaps this person was simply lost, however, but didn't really wan to ask for help. Leith could understand that. Well, any reasoning or excuse he had, Kindness would gladly accept it. That was simply how he thought and how he did things. However, it seemed that his original thought was incorrect when he noticed the dumbfounded look on the black-haired male's face. Leith stared at him curiously for a moment, tilting his head to the side before smiling. He let out a small giggle, unable to hold it in for too long. Still, the guy with dark hair, who seemed, in a way, older than him, backed away and Leith immediately felt guilty. He just seemed to sad! Leith stepped forward, bending over so that he was staring upward at the male, who had covered his face with his arm. "...Hey, is something... wrong? You shouldn't look so sad, you'll make others wonder why you look that way..." The white-haired male tilted his head slightly, looking up at him with worry. With his hands on his knees to support his bruised body, Leith wondered if he was the reason for the male's discomfort. "Hey, I'm sorry if I'm making you feel bad, don't be sad, please? Hey, do you want some ice cream, I'll buy some for you, if you'd like." Leith tried smiling. He could stand it when people were sad. It just didn't seem fair to them. So he wanted to cheer him up. Besides, he felt as if it were his fault and he definitely didn't want to make someone unhappy. However, all of a sudden, he heard Cecil's voice, along with seeing the male in front of his disappear, seemingly dragged off by his best friend. Leith stood there, astonished, before falling back onto his butt and rubbing his forehead. What in the world had just happened? That had been strange. Rather, it had simply happened much too fast for him. Really, did that happen at a normal basis? Leith wasn't sure, nor did he want to be. For now, he was simply too confused to really do anything.


C O L O R ★ 1 ▅ #cfafbc
C O L O R ★ 2 ▅ #EAC117
C O L O R ★ 3 ▅ #911a16
C O L O R ★ 4 ▅ #d19b6c

[EpicXxAngelXxKiss]

Mammon color=#9370DB Andy color=#EE00EE Handel color=#8B008B

ɐ ɴ ɗ ʏ [ɢ я є є δ] ɱ ɐ ɱ ɱ ɵ ɴ++++++++++++++++

Nope, food would be forgone for the moment, anyone he ran into could deal with his cranky a** Andy decided with a little flourish of his hand and a scoff at the thought of people willing to enter these dwellings and give up their money for something as abundant as food. If there was one thing that was easiest to steal, it was actually cars, people are ******** retarded when it comes to locking their cars, but food is a close second and nearly tied with wallets, again concerning the idiots of the world and their seeming nonchalance about where on their person they would place something as important as their wallets. Couldn’t people think long enough to protect their simple possessions? Well, anyhow, it worked out well for Andy that people didn’t seem to care; he decided to put his restless hands to work as he walked, dipping in and out of pockets of the people he passed, stepping too close to them for comfort, distracting them with his mere presence and thieving them blind. A few times he just started to laugh to himself at the simplicity of the population in this city. Welcome to Glensdale home of the world’s best pick pocket, if he said so himself.

Just as Andy snagged a rather fat wallet his eye caught two things in his peripheral vision, both from different sides and he reacted to what he recognized from contact, cursed the decision in the same moment and whipped his head around hoping to catch that strange ethereal floating thing. Somehow, maybe through connection or association he recognized it, another version of Mammon, one of them, the b*****d princes of hell. It was moving away from him though. Andy did not want to deal with another stupid possessed a*****e, who supposedly embodied a vice strong enough to call a curse upon himself. Andy rolled his eyes as the familiar tingling of jealously gripped his chest. He wanted to be powerful enough to call every demon to him, not just Mammon, but he hated Mammon more than he wanted him. ‘That’s backwards Andy, you want me more than you hate me. You know that you won’t let me escape to another person, because there can’t be anyone more greedy than you, my vice.’ Andy snarled to himself and fisted his hair; this stupid demon was driving him insane! The original thing to catch his eye twitched in his vision again and Andy spit at Handel.

The freaky looking creature easily dodged the glob of angry spit and gave Andy a look that looked even more stupid than normal. It did one thing for him at least and the vice was reminded to keep his damn cool. The best way that he could think of doing that was to slip into a set of outrageous lies. Lying always calmed him down.

Who was there around to listen to a tall tale though? No one, so Andy just made up an elaborate scheme in his mind, playing out a rather realistic conversation and letting the absurdity of it all wash away the irrational upset tensing up his muscles. Sometimes the daydreams that he created seemed just as sometimes even more real than the bull s**t that was day to day life. Andy actually pretty much loved day to day bull s**t, because his bullshit was not like anyone else’s. He slept in a new place every night, drove any car that caught his eye, took whatever he wanted, the only part that sat wrong with the white haired boy was the fact that he wasn’t quite satisfied. He could be wearing thousands of dollars worth of jewelry and designer clothes (which he pretty much did all the time), sleep in a king size bed with silk sheets and a perfect partner, he could have all of this and he wanted more. He always wanted more. Because it wasn’t just about the material, it was about the experiences, and the lifestyle, and every stupid thing that others had and not him. Andy frowned and tried to ignore that floating demon who didn’t even need to say anything, because Andy did fine convincing himself of what Mammon wanted.

The vice paid no mind to the directions that his steps took, and Mammon gently molded the boy’s path in the direction that pleased him the most. Mammon hadn’t missed what Andy had, the other prince, Belphegor. Andy stopped his trek to sit on a handily ignored bench and pick through the contents on the wallets he had stolen, his pockets becoming heavy and burdensome. He picked out cash and anything else that caught his eye before dumping the rest in the garbage. Better that than leave them for someone else to find and trifle through. A bum would likely not know what to even do with the lot of wallets, so it didn’t matter if one of those crack pots stumbled upon the treasure trove of identity stealing information. Andy stretched out, pocketed the money, and started back on his pointless journey, looking up just in time to see the possessed man, not too far off. He was with Cecil nonetheless, Andy half laughed to himself, of course he would end up here. Instead of wandering over he decided to observe the scene from his short distance and sat back down on the bench, stretching out in a leisurely pose.

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A u r e l i o E t t o r e R o m a n o
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l e a v e . u s . b l i n d


t h i s . m e l o d y . w i l l . a l w a y s . b r i n g . y o u . b a c k . t o . m e . . .

Though Aury was staring at the menu standing at the side of the diner's entrance, informing passersby of the delicious food served within, his mind couldn't be further away from it. His eyes were pretending to scan the lines of texts, but his brain processed nothing. He was simply trying to muster his courage so he could calm the jitters pulsing dully through his body. He was ashamed. Here he is, a virtue appointed by the angels, yet he couldn't set foot in an area where his opposing sin might be. Might. Aurelio closed his eyes briefly, and gave himself a mental slap. He shouldn't be wasting time standing here, indulging in cowardice. Deeming himself calm and ready despite what he felt, Aury stepped into the diner before he could change his mind. His steps were rushed, and like a headless fly, he dove in until he was quite far into the place.

“Welcome to Blue Cows,” a feminine voice, shaking slightly, greeted him, causing him to turn around and face the person who spoke. “May I – oh!” it was a waitress, and upon seeing Aury's face, she looked utterly shocked. “But you – ” she stared at Aurelio then turned to cast her gaze at a corner of the diner. Aury, not entirely surprised, followed her gaze and found himself looking at a young man who looked identical to himself.

“We're brothers.” Aurelio explained “Twins.”

“Oh...” The waitress said again, this time not in surprise but in understanding. She turned back to Aury, looked up at him, and flushed before looking away. Aury was a little confused. He could make a few guesses, but he didn't want to. At this awkward moment, a customer stretched his hand into the air and waved, beckoning the waitress.

“I'll be right there to take you order!” The waitress said to Aury before hurrying off to the one who waved at her. She must've assumed Aury would be sitting with his brother, and Aury probably would if he's not here to search for the Sin he's suppose to counter – yes, the guy must be in here. There was dull warmth at one side of the small of Aury's back, where his mark was. However, before Aury began searching for that particular person's figure, he landed his eyes upon his twin brother again. The sight that greeted Aury made his jaw drop. Wasn't Ally suppose to be “auditioning”? Is having his lips locked with another man in a heated kiss a part of that audition too? If so, then it's certainly going well!

Aurelio snapped his mouth shut and quickly turned away. Let his brother do what he wants (only at the moment, though!) because Aury was going to ignore him and try to find that somebody called Tristan. The brunette shuffled deeper into the diner, his eyes scanning his left and then his right. The booths hid faces and figures, and it's hard to tell who's who until Aury's standing right next to the table. All in all, he couldn't have looked more suspicious. He never was good at acting, unlike his brother. Lucky for him, his suspicious act was soon over. He arrived at a booth and found himself staring at the skinny boy. “Ah! Tristan!” did he sound enthusiastic or what “What a coincidence!” by the looks of it, the situation was anything but.

Aury coughed, trying to clear that almost robotic stiffness out of his voice. “H-how are you?” he tried a smile “I havn't seen you in...” how long has it been since he last saw Tristan? Actually, just a week ago, but Tristan doesn't know that, and Aury doesn't want to seem like a stalker. So when was it before that point that Aury had last seen Tristan?...The brunette couldn't recall. Probably in university...or someone's high school reunion dinner or party. “....ages.” the sentence was finished rather stupidly. Aury cleared his throat. “So, um, how have you been? I've hardly seen you since school ended...” Yes, it's summer break now, though some still go to university for summer school. But, even when school is in full session, Tristan's like a phantom for Aury. Or maybe because Tristan and Aury are studying in entirely different departments, so they hover about at entirely different sections of their university.

Shuffling his weight from one feet to another Aury glanced down at the burgers that had been demolished and are being demolished by Tristan. The brunette would literally puke if he had to stuff more than two burgers in his stomach in a row, but the blonde sitting there was having no problems whatsoever. “Whoa, that's quite a few burgers!...The food here must taste really good, huh?” Aury tried rather awkwardly. The small of his back prickled with the heat of the burning mark. If he hasn't been wearing a dark t-shirt, the glow would be apparent too. Actually, even with his choice of clothing, Aury was afraid to be, somehow, seen. “Mind if I sit here?” he finally asked “ I mean, if no one's here with you and I'm not taking anyone's seat...”




k e e p . u s . k i n d

r e m e m b e r . y o u r . l o v e , a n d . y o u . a l w a y s . w i l l . b e . . .

[toxic geekie]

εиvʏ; აɩиϲℓɑɩɾ נიაερh Aℓʈɑɩɾ

xxxxxEnvy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit;
xxxxxlike a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other Sin chewed upon his lower lip, he wanted to get high so bad that annoying little voice in the back of his head that did not belong to the prince of hell, but it did belong to the voice of the drug addict. Where the hell was Kiaser? With a low frustrated growl, Sin raised his fist knocking on the door frantically. "Calm yourself Sin, knowing Asmodeus he is out with someone doing what he does best" Leviathan stated calmly, Sin could feel the prince's envy seeping into him and did his best to shake it off. This was getting him absolutely nowhere and Sin had to get high before he went to work, or his day would suck more then it usually did. "Might as well get it from someone else then" muttering Sin sighed, and turned on his heel to leave the area.

Moving to make his way back the way he came, Sinclair stopped in place the instant that his eyes fell upon Kiaser, who as Leviathan said, was with another male. Keane; Amon as Leviathan referred to him as. The deadly sin of wrath, another prince of hell. It gave Sin a very uneasy feeling. It seemed that Kiaser had noticed Sin standing there, and questioned him. Moving forward, Sin walked towards the two of them, stopping once at a good distance from the both of them, feeling Xander shift on his neck a little. "I just uh, needed to talk to you" they of course knew of Sin's addiction, almost everyone did but that didn't mean he was stupid enough to go announcing it to the world. Drugs were still illegal, and he wasn't about to screw up his life and do time for something as idiotic as possession.

"I think Xander got into my stash and ate it, so I was just dropping by for some more. You know, if you’re not too busy" Leviathan threw an envious glance at Keane that Sin had no control over. It was amusing and annoying how much they were alike, getting easily jealous over something and yet the prince of hell was more furious when he wanted what others had, and went so far as harming that person over it. Sin, on the other hand did not understand the need for violence. Then again the only thing that was really on his mind at the moment was getting high. "Ow!" Exclaiming suddenly, and raised his hand up to his chin where Xander had felt the need to sink his teeth into skin, Sin rubbed the area and grabbed his furry friend around the middle pulling him from around his neck.

Narrowing his eyes at the ferret darkly, telling him to be good with a look and placed the animal back on his arm letting his familiar find another place to settle down and get comfortable in. Sin knew the little guy just wanted some attention, but ******** that was all he wanted and Sin did have other things to do.

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Maybe something s t r o n g e r
Could r e a l l y hold me down

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Keane crossed one ankle over the other, getting comfortable at where he sat on the bed, when Kiaser slithered a hand up to his hip, caressing, pressing into his skin sensually. Steadily, Keane's black eyes moved from Kiaser's face to his hand, and back. The offer was made, and Keane felt the flicker of lust come to live within him, but he remained silent, not wanting to repeat himself because his intent to get his daily dose of caffeine is, currently, stronger. Kiaser took the hint and sat up, ready to get out of bed. Keane leaned back further, allowing the other male to role over him, but it did not stop the other male to create more physical contact. Bare chest brushed by against bare chest, and for a moment, Keane could feel the heat radiating from the other body, ever so warm and enticing. Keane's eyes darkened with less than pure intentions as he watched the blonde pad nakedly into his bathroom. Somehow, Kiaser's lack of clothes didn't make him seem all that bare. It was probably all the tattoos. Keane liked the way they stretched and shrank as the skin they were inked upon moved. He especially liked the ones on the blonde's back.

After a second or two, Keane stood up himself and walked towards his closet. The black haired male got himself dressed rather quickly in a pair of sweat pants and a regular T-shirt. Even though he's currently on break, the habit of dressing in comfortable sweats didn't leave him. Keane then got his feet into a thin pair of socks, and after that, sat back onto his bed and waited. The bed was still unmade, and it stood out like a sore thumb compared to the neatness of the whole room, of the whole apartment. Keane tossed it a frown but decided to be lazy and leave it alone – he'll wash it later, when he's back again.

Slowly, he made his way towards the table set against the tall, curtained window of his room. He opened the curtains all the way, squinting slightly as the brightness fell upon his freckled face, and gazed out at the streets below. After a while, he turned his attention to his desk. A few stacks of paper were upon it, some of them from his job as a teaching assistant, and some of them from individual's he's been tutoring. A hand reached out and ruffled through them lazily, when Kiaser made his way back into the bedroom, tearing Keane's attention away from the papers and onto him. The way the blonde moved and dressed told Keane that he still hadn't given up the notion of some morning fun, and Keane made a point to stack his deep pocket with his wallet, his phone, and his keys.

He moved towards Kiaser when Kiaser seems to be done with his leather get-up, ready to steer the male and himself out of the room and the apartment, but Kiaser suddenly pulled him close by the front of his pants. Keane wasn't entirely surprised by this invasion of personal space, or the lustful touch, and so he gave the blonde a straight face. “Kiaser.”his deep voice held a hint of warning. Letting go, Kiaser walked away. Keane suppressed the urge to shake his head – isn't Kiaser ever satisfied? – but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. Keane pocketed his cigarette and his zippo, stepped into his shoes, followed the blonde out, and locked the door behind him. They headed towards the nearest coffee shop in a sort of silence that Keane liked and preferred, both followed by their demon princes.

When, while on their way, they inevitably went by Kiaser's apartment, Kiaser stopped and greeted a figure Keane wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. He thought about offering a greeting, but decided against it since the other seem to have no such intention, only wanting to Kiaser...for obvious reasons. Lingering in the back, Keane brushed his dark tangles back and away from his face, and lighted a cigarette casually – the second one he's had this morning. It hasn't been long at all since they stopped, but impatience was already gnawing at Keane's insides. His dark eyes scanned the green haired boy up and down a little accusingly, but said nothing. Keane's impatience, however, turned into amusement when Sinclair's familiar gave him a bite. A brief chuckle rose out from Keane's throat. He moved forward slowly and lazily until he stood next to Kiaser, inspecting the green haired male a little more closely.

“It's still so early, what's the rush?” Keane commented, his tone hinting ever so slightly that what he said wasn't purely meant as an innocent question. Keane took a drag of the white stick between his fingers and turned his head away to blow out the smoke, before turning his head back to his current companions, especially giving Kiaser a pointed look for him to hurry up. If he was going to deal with business, he can do it fast. Right here, right now, get a stash out for Sinclair and then get going. If he can't deal right now, business could always be talked over a cup of coffee. If either of those doesn't work, there's always the neat and clean option for Keane to get his own damn coffee – yet, he didn't want to be rude to Kiaser. Afterall, they had an enjoyable time together, and it certainly wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last (even though sometimes Keane thinks Kiaser is actually trying to get on his nerves).

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What is it? I'll t a k e it.
Who is that? I'll r a p e it.
Got a bet there? I'll m e e t it.
Getting High? You can't b e a t it.

[ethereal - - LUNA]

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Gabe thought about it. What would be good for lunch anyways? Not soup, well, technically he would be having stew for dinner, but soup seemed similar enough that it wasn't an option. Sandwiches could be good, though he wasn't sure if Dimitri would like that. Definitely not anything canned or fast food, he felt bad enough seeing his friend subsist on that kind of stuff because he was bedridden a lot. The blonde mentally kicked himself, wishing he had thought to bring home-cooked meals to the other more.
Some friend I am... he thought dejectedly, wishing he'd had the forethought to be more charitable. Well, at least that wasn't his assigned Virtue; otherwise he would be in a world of trouble.

Lost in thought, he moved along after his friend to check out, grabbing the book he had been looking at as an afterthought. He needed to take a break from all the painting anyways, so a good book seemed the perfect escape. The cashier was focused on the task at hand and didn't speak much and what she said went in one ear and out the other as he continued to zone out and think. His mind drifted from food and returned to the one he had to seek out. It was true that the one possessed by Asmodeus might be easy to find if he knew the right place to look, but what was he supposed to do from there?

The Messenger didn't tell him anything of consequence, only that helping others to understand the Virtue of Chastity might improve his chances of success. But how was talking people into not fornicating going to improve his chance of banishing a demon?! How was he supposed to even banish a demon in the first place, let alone a Prince of Hell. A frustrated sound left his throat, it seemed hopeless. Even his ability, power over Time, couldn't possibly help that much. What good was it if he could only freeze a person for fifteen seconds? Not good at all...

"A-hem." A little fake cough coming from the cashier's throat returned the blonde at last to reality, much to his chagrin. Oh, gosh, how long had he even been standing there with a blank stare like that? He didn't even want to know what Dimitri thought of that, it would be too much. "Ah...yeah. Sorry." he muttered, sorting his things as he put them out on the little belt for her to ring up. "I don't need a bag for the turpentine, it's got a handle on it." The female just kind of nodded, and handed it to him as well as his other bags before giving the total. As soon as Gabriel had paid, he moved away from the register to meet up with his friend.

"Sorry about that," he laughed sheepishly, "I was totally gone to the world for a moment, huh? Umm... It doesn't really matter to me. I can get whatever you happen to be in the mood for." Gabe set his bags down for a moment, cramming his wallet back into his rear pocket before grabbing up everything again. "Did you want to head out now? My meat needs to stay cold so it doesn't go bad on me..."

Who knew, maybe he would feel the tattoo flare up on the way home and confront his Sin for the first time? Then again, that would be something to dread, he thought. He wasn't ready for that as of yet. Careful not to zone out again and leave Dimitri behind for the realm of his own mind, Gabe led the way to the store's exit. After flashing his receipt to the door greeter, he was all set to head out once again into the warm summer air.

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↳The flesh endures the storms of the present alone;
the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present.
Gluttony is a lust of the mind↴

Sucking unwaveringly on the straw in his milkshake until the last drop had gone down his gullet, Tristan called upon his waiter. “Yes, can I have another shake please?” He asked, and handed him the cup. He watched as he walked off with the cup, checking out his as glutes flexed majestically beneath his pants. Tristan smiled reticently to himself, considering for a moment the sudden urge he had to grab those muscles in his hand when he returned with his shake. Beelzebub seemed to like that idea for an instant, who he felt aroused within him. The waiter was pretty sexy, he had to admit, but no way was he going to risk no longer having him as his waiter by copping a feel.

He got to work on his fourth burger, which he ate a little slower than the first three. Having finished one of the cups of fries, he dug his fingers into the second one, pulling four fries out and into his mouth after taking a bite of the burger. The food here was great; he loved it more than he enjoyed the food that was made by his personal cook back at home. Of course, that cook specialized in more gourmet foods which were always delicious, but when he was in the mood for a greasy burger, this was definitely the place to come to. People knew him here, and knew not to make him wait. Sure enough, his waiter had come back with his milkshake that was filled to the brim. Tristan sipped at the milkshake as he watched him leaving the table again, those splendid glutes moving with each sway.

Seemingly out of nowhere, he heard a low grunt escaping from the curled lips of his familiar, who was suddenly sitting in the booth beside him. Tristan began to feel a little uneasy as the hog grunted angrily, not sure what had started to bother him. “What’s wrong, why are you acting so-“ before he could finish, he looked up to see his old high school friend standing next to his booth, his green eyes staring down at Tristan almost startlingly. Tristan ignored the hog’s dissipating grunts, the familiar soon quickly disappearing, and he continued to work on his fifth burger. If worst came to worst, he could take the sixth one home with him and eat it later. He chewed vigorously as Aury spoke, staring up at him without saying anything for a moment.

“Hey, Aury. Yeah, it’s been a while,” he said in between chewing, his mouth full of burger and fries. He sipped obnoxiously loud on his shake, and then swallowed all the food down before taking another bite. He didn’t really notice the fact that Aury was talking quite nervously, but then again Aury and his twin had always been a bit strange in Tristan’s opinion. He only took the robotic strain of Aury’s voice as nothing really huge to worry about. But the way his familiar felt so unsettled inside Tristan’s head made him feel a little off. He ignored the feeling by continuing his gorge-fest. “I’m going to summer classes, but thankfully they’re nearly over. They’re a draaag. It’s my dad, he wants me to go all year long. And if I wanna keep getting my trust funds from him to pay for my living expenses, I have to listen. Geeze,” he said in a whiny little voice as he chewed food, which occasionally flew out of his mouth between words. Thinking nothing of it, he picked up a napkin that rested in the center of the table, and patted his mouth to remove the particles of chewed food.

He gazed down at the collection of wrappers and napkins that lay strewn across the table and shrugged. Yes, he liked to eat, and he could down probably about half his weight now, more than he ever ate as a teenager growing up. Come to think of it, he ate with the appetite of two growing teenagers, stuffing mountains of food down his throat, which surprisingly, didn’t come up again. It was like since Beelzebub had taken refuge in his head, he had grown a second stomach. He wasn’t complaining either. Feeling full had always bothered him before when he wanted to keep eating, but knew that anymore and he would hurl his brains out. “Yeah, the food here is godly. Including my waiter,” he said, eyeing the man as he walked by and winked at Tristan before heading to another table.

“Tristan, hurry up with your food and leave now. Stop talking to him. He’ll ruin us.” The familiar voice from within called, heeding a warning. Tristan ignored him for now, and finished the last of his fifth burger. He looked back up at Aury. “Go ahead, sit. I was gonna be on my way soon though. You know how it is. People always want things, you know? My dad is definitely no exception. I’m sure you remember,” he said, and then rose in his seat, scooping up his last lonely burger in his hands. He looked around the diner for a moment, and saw that Aury’s twin brother Ally was here too, and it looked like he was getting a bit of action. Tristan wanted to cry at this public display of affection. How he yearned for smoochies and snuggles, remembering his last relationship. He missed Marcus so much, the man that he had given everything to. Even though his relationship with Marcus had happened more than a year ago, he still wanted to cry when he saw other’s with their honey’s.

“Well, I’ll see you around Aury. You don’t mind paying for my bill? No, of course you don’t. Thank you, you were always so kind.” He slid out from the booth, and started walking down the rows of tables as he whistled happily. His belly was full, he had seen his old high school friend, he got to see those beautiful glutes; who wouldn’t be happy? He saw a cup full of toothpicks on the way out of the diner, and snagged up one, planting it in his mouth. He wasn’t actually going to pick his teeth with it; he just needed it there to keep his mouth busy as he strolled out into the streets and back to his car. He looked up at the sunny sky and sighed pleasantly. It was quite a marvelous day, wasn’t it? He continued to hum as he walked. Beelzebub’s thoughts settled in Tristan’s mind the further he got away from the diner, but Tristan didn’t bother asking why. The demon would tell him the reason later if it was important, he was sure of it.

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Hughes was just standing there and resisting placing his hands on his face again. The reason why he didn’t want to do that, was because it would embarrass him. Of course he was probably embarrassed as much as he could be, but that didn’t meant he wanted to feel like that. The guy seemed to be fine, but now he was asking so many questions. Was Hughes ok? Of course he wasn’t. There was a prince of hell inside of him and slowly taking control piece by piece. Hughes knew he maybe only had a few days left. He felt unmotivated to do anything anymore. He never would have gone on this walk, except sleep always beckoned him. He wanted a chance, one that he did not deserve. Listening to him say it was ok, Hughes just shook his head. It would never be okay, this world had forgotten him and now he just wanted to be forgotten. This incident was a good thing; because he could slowly feel the black thoughts that were always lingering in his head feed on his sudden depression.

When he looked at the guy, his vision was close to blacking out. Everything was fuzzy and he was having a hard time focusing, only seeing things through askew glasses. He offered ice cream, but Hughes didn’t deserve it. Ice cream was for those so happy to be in this world. Hughes wasn’t happy. Listening to him speaks kindly, he watched as the guy came close. His body wasn’t functioning right so he took a step back away from him. Fear was in his eyes as he watched him come close and they exchanged glances. Well at least Hughes was trying to look at him, but was failing in every way. He could tell that the guy was injured, possibly because Hughes hadn’t acted to help him. There could be internal bleeding or something even worse. This would all be his fault if this guy ended up dead. The guy with white hair was so nice and Hughes didn’t want to see him dead. And if the story was published Hughes would definitely be in it. Being the cruel man who did nothing to help him. Watching closely, his vision was turning almost completely black.

Right when it seemed the world would disappear, his name was questioned. Turning around suddenly Hughes saw someone he was sort of familiar with. Cecil was standing there, again in one of his outfits that his mother adored. Hughes had no idea why he remembered that, but it was strange enough that maybe he remembered it just on that. Gulping he watched Cecil and then turned around to look at the white haired guy. It seemed like he knew him, but didn’t seem to say anything. This world was getting smaller and slowly Hughes was getting sucked into it. Right when it felt like nothing else strange would happen, Cecil suddenly grabbed Hughes by the wrist and started dragging him off. His eyes went wide as he lost his footing since he was slightly be dragged sideways. Feeling him almost beginning to stumble, Cecil then stopped and plopped the both of them down on a patch of green grass. His eyes were still wide as he watched him then give half of his bread to him. Hughes was used to being given things by Cecil, but today he could hardly hold the bread in his hands.

His hands were shaking profusely, like a sudden chill had erupted through him. A single tear then went down the side of his face and he couldn’t even lift a hand to wipe it away. He was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. Turning his head, they weren’t that far off from where the white haired guy was. Looking at him sitting there on the grass with a surprise expression as well, Hughes got to his feet. There was no absolute reason why he was going to confront this guy, but his feet dragged him all the way there. He had been kind to offer ice cream, but Hughes didn’t deserve it, along with Cecil’s food. His hands still shaking he lowered the sandwich down into his lap and then stood straight up. Slowly he walked back to Cecil and took a seat across from him.

Listening to the very charitable Cecil talk about how it was a nice day for a picnic, Hughes did not respond to it. There was never a day when it was good for a picnic. Today was no exception. He had made a mockery out of himself. He should be in his box now, letting the black tendrils cover his body and make all of this go away. Yet, he had to settle for his arms as he wrapped them around his knees and buried his face into them. The little offer he had given to the white haired guy was also an invitation for him to join them. It wasn’t like Hughes was going to say anything soon anyways. Gulping, he looked up slightly as he watched Cecil. If only his life was like that, happier and with a purpose. Of course that would never happen.

Even now, Belphegor was taunting inside of his head. The words were cruel, because the prince knew he was oh so close to gaining control. Every day he was always close, but it was simple distractions that made Hughes suddenly go far from the grasp. Looking at the street, he was half expecting to see a goat running towards them. If that did happen, Hughes wouldn’t be surprised. Shrinking further back, he watched Cecil and tried to appear ok, but really, he never would be ok.

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The Demon seemed idly amused by the dialogue, it's ashen features mirroring such a sentiment. Lucifer could not keep the mocking edge from creasing his face. And what a face it was. Perhaps, once upon a time, it had been something to make a chorus of angels sing praise, but now it appeared to be something unearthly. His pallor was sallow, inky tresses atop his head falling about an inhuman face and rolling down his back to form a cape of black. The stark contrast between skin and hair was vast, making the other nearly glow. Even more so when the rays of sunlight dappled the undead flesh. That was not what held Clive's attention, though. It never was. The most striking were the eyes; irises as red as garnet while the whites were stained a raven black, as if a blood vessel had burst and flooded them like an oil slick.

By that time, the Farmer had lowered the shovel, his own face having taken on a stony guise while he bore holes into the face of the spawn from Hell. "Ah ain't likin' ya'll," he announced, vision moving toward the grisly potato sack before a hand was raised. Clive began to pinch at the bridge of his nose, as if to stave off an oncoming headache. Lucifer was already interjecting, having no shortage of opinions or answers to share. "Whether you like it has naught to do with this, Clive." The Demon had shifted and was no longer before him, suddenly off in his peripheral instead, and nearer the sack upon the ground. "Symbiosis; a cooperative, mutually beneficial relationship between two. Can you not see beyond this moment? See to what I can offer?"

Clive was rolling his eyes, ramming the shovel back into the ground in his welling frustration. There was something carrying over Lucifer's passing voice, however. It began as a low hum, distant at first, but the volume continued to grow as it drew nearer. The man was instantly lifting his head, looking beyond the Demonic being that plagued him day and night, and toward the lonely stretch of dirt road that wound toward his property. A van was approaching, the company logo clearly printed upon the side of the vehicle. For that brief moment, his thoughts stalled entirely before they picked up a frantic pace, notions churning and whirling in the maelstrom that circled within his skull. First came thoughts of the body near Lucifer that had been so neatly tucked into the sack for disposal. Then came the Demon itself. That was then pushed aside, realizing that the apparition was only something he could see. Or so he believed. Lucifer had explained that the others that were afflicted with a Demon, as he was, would also be able to see the phantom that was Lucifer. But beyond that, there was suppose to be no one, so Clive did not see reason to worry.

The Demon, on the other hand, had suddenly grown tense dark eyes narrowed with a hawk like intensity upon the van. The vehicle rolled to a stop, a cloud of loose dust taking to the air and easily drifting upon the breeze. A shock of pink had soon emerged, then disappeared just as quickly. Clive was shifting in the pit he had dug, looking on in silence. From his lower vantage, he could truly only see the other's feet. Feet were not entirely interesting, though, so the Farmer was soon casting a sidelong glance toward Lucifer. Or rather where Lucifer had once been. The Prince had seemingly vanished, leaving behind a wisp of black that soon settled to the earthen ground and dissipated entirely. This small fact was enough to leave Clive scratching his head. Literally. Almost as quickly as the Demon had gone, the brunette was gazing about for signs of him but came up empty. It was enough to make Clive glower. Not to say that he particularly wanted the Demon around, but it was odd for the other to suddenly clam up so abruptly and vanish back into the realm of shadows. He had half the mind to question this, but decided not to bother.

Instead, the rippling man heaved himself from the shallow grave. He left the shovel behind, placing a knee upon the lip of the hole and readily climbed back to level ground. Clive did not even bother to dust his jeans off, uncaring that they were stained with dirt. Quite like his hands. This caught his attention far more. Chocolate orbs settled on the grime covered palms and the rough calluses that marred them. Dirt had apparently collected in the natural folds of his hands, between fingers, and under his already short nails. They certainly needed to be washed, but there was no sense in doing that when there was still work to be done. Then came the question of whether he offered a handshake to the lurching freak job that was Finton.

The man seemed severely stunted mentally, unable to formulate complete sentences. It sounded as if he was either foreign and had trouble with the English language as a whole, or he simply could not speak at all. Granted, Clive's own manner of speech was anything but refined, but that was well beyond the point. At least he could express himself properly. Finton appeared incapable of even cracking a smile. His expression always remained deadpan and emotionless. And coupled with the massive height, it gave the man a primitive impression; he looked like a mindless brute. The mindless part was surely debatable, but Finton was not a thug, despite his appearance. In fact, quite the opposite held true. The strawberry haired man was selfless and polite, regardless of all his shortcomings. It also seemed as if he were horribly dense and trusting of human nature. Perhaps that simple mind of his did not allow him to even entertain the notion of ulterior motives. Had he been able to figure that out, Clive could not see reason for why Finton would so unthinkingly agree to make the trip out to his farm. After all, the Farmer called upon his 'services' far more often than was necessary. Granted, this time he truly did have an issue, but countless times before he had not. Clive rang the Company simply for his own selfish desires. Fin had become a piece of well toned eye candy.

At length, Clive wiped his sweaty hands upon his pants to divest them of some of the dirt while he ambled toward Finton's van. Before he'd even gotten within ten feet of the thing, he was already talking. "Ya got out 'ere right quick."

[EpicXxAngelXxKiss]

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Kiaser listened to Sin with a raised eyebrow and then looked to the mentioned pet. “You think that Xander got into it, and he is still alive?” Maybe there wasn’t much left, it wasn’t unlike an addict to go on a binge. Kiaser let his eyes roam from the pet that sat across Sin’s neck to the flesh, which was much more interesting. Sinclair, unfortunately, wanted drugs not sex. What a shame too, Kiaser could do with a morning pick-me-up himself, he preferred something more physical than coffee, but just as effective. Brushing off the unlikely excuse for needing more drugs, Kiaser looked back at Keane, just as he laughed, not anything lasting or loud like something was actually funny. Kiaser turned back to Sinclair quickly discerning what had happened. He didn’t really care at all.

In the back of his mind, he wanted to tick Keane off, but he knew the other man would leave without him. He also wanted to do something to invoke Sinclair’s envy. Kiaser didn’t particularly know why he wanted to make the other possessed humans indulge in the sin that the demon’s following them. From not far away at all Asmodeus smirked. It was in his best interest to get the other demons control quickly. He needed all of the princes to get their freedom in order for Lucifer to gain control of this pathetic existence, to get God out of his throne of power.

Asmodeus latched heavily onto Kiaser’s shadow, he was so close, unbelievably close. Kiaser was the human embodiment of lust, these others though, he would help. He could plant thoughts in Kiaser that would bring about the most of the sins that he encountered. Envy was so easy, he wanted so much and he just couldn’t have it. Planting the seeds to flaunt his date and his things was easy. Kiaser had a naturally narcissistic personality, he loved to show off and he had the arrogance not to be bothered by Envy.

Keane was now standing next to him, and that made Kiaser smile, he turned to his companion and laid a hand on his shoulder, pulled him close and give him a soft kiss talking quietly into Wrath’s mouth, “I’ll be back in just a second, you can come if you want.” Kiaser knew his time was short and that Keane would just up and leave if he was left waiting too long, so he didn’t bother wasting any of his time. He turned to his unexpected guest, “How much do you want?” Kiaser almost asked how much he could afford, because he knew that druggies always wanted more than they could have, but he kept the snarky flair to himself. His words were an open invitation into the house or more like command.

Kiaser knew better than to deal in the middle of the goddamn street in the middle of the goddamn day.

Lust, without paying attention to his movements, entered his apartment easily. He knew where everything was, and he moved all over the place, as if he didn’t. It didn’t seem to be in his best interest to let the addict know where he kept his s**t. Sure, he could and would protect himself with any of the hidden firearms around his place, but it was all of the times that he wasn’t in his place that worried him. So after some unneeded but necessary rummaging he had a few choices in his hands, it was best not to place them down on anything, and looked to Sinclair. “I think it would be in our best interest not to keep my date waiting.”

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Not noticing Gabriels sudden change in mood, Dimitri waited as the receipt begin to print out. To him being sick and having no one take care of him was normal. Why should it bother Gabriel? Dimitri liked to be self sufficient, even if that meant pushing his exhausted body further than he shouldve. If it ever reached the point that he absolutely did need someone to tend to him he knew Gabriel or someone would be there. Otherwise it was better to persevere and to do what he can. If he didnt then the fact that he got sick so easily would begin to wear at him. Who knew what would happen then? The depression it caused would certainly suffocate him until one day he lost the will to remain diligent in all his endeavors. Something he could afford even less now that another person's soul supposedly rested upon him.

Picking up his bag,s Dimitri didnt realize just how bad Gabriel was mentally beating himself up until he heard some kind of frustrated sound leave the boy's lips. Surprised, Dimitri looked up to see the slightly angered face on Gabriel just as the cashier called his attention back to her. What was going through the boy's head? Was this task really grating at him? It was surprising considering how Dimitri was still so confident. If only he could give Gabriel some of his confidence. Then again, it wasnt like the virtue of Diligence had much to go on besides confidence. With still no clue as to the person's identity and a power that was all but useless on a clear day Dimitri could very well be as weighed down with concerns as Gabriel was. But the problem with being weighed down was that it also slowed you down. And Dimitri had enough preventing him from doing all that he wants to.

"Sorry about that, I was totally gone to the world for a moment, huh?" The dark haired male smiled back at his friend as Gabriel approached him. What did one say to comfort another? It was a situation he was still not used to despite being out of his parents house for quite a while now. Was there a way to do it? According to books other people had a hard time at it so there was no way Dimitri could do it right. “Umm... It doesn't really matter to me. I can get whatever you happen to be in the mood for." Dimitri paused, waiting for gabriel to straighten out all his bags as he felt the circulation in his fingers begin to slow down. That was the problem with carrying bag's filled with can's. There was no way you could hold it without them digging into your skin and stopping blood flow somewhere.

"Did you want to head out now? My meat needs to stay cold so it doesn't go bad on me..." Dimitri followed him, silently mulling about in his own head so as to see if there was something he should do or say but then deciding it wasnt worth it. He'd say the wrong thing anyways. Besides, if Gabriel wanted his advice he would ask for it. And Dimitri didnt care to see if he should. “Smoothies.” Spouting the first word that came to mind, Dimitri smiled as if the word made sense before noticing the slightly confused expression on Gabriels face. s**t. He should elaborate. “I meant I want a smoothie. Im sure theres a place we can get some food and a smoothie at near your apartment, huh?” Lifting the bags, Dimitri attempted to layer them upon one of his arms so the other could take a break and get some feeling back in it.

Now that they were outside, Dimitri seemed to walk slower, avoiding getting too close to anyone besides Gabriel. He was already getting sick, he didnt want someone else to sneeze on him or something. Which after getting sick two times because of that was quite a real possibility. Turning his head away from Gabriel, Dimitri began to cough again, his throat hurting slightly as he tried to get a hold of himself again. Ugh, he hated this so much. Next thing you would know he'll start running a fever and itll be all down hill from there. How could he track down a slothful man when he became bedridden? Surely God could intercede this one time to stop it from happening? Especially considering how the sickness was caused by his need to practice this so called gift of a power.

“Gabriel, you know you look weird wearing that scarf?”

Not realizing his sentence could be misconstrued as rude, Dimitri frowned at what was obviously the virtue's attempt at hiding his mark of surpression. Though Dimitri had gotten lucky and his was easy to hide away, the fact that Gabriel saw it necessary to keep it hidden seemed like an odd thought to him. Though, Gabriel hated tattoo's didnt he? Was this just an attempt to hide it? Even if it was, other's wouldnt harshly judge him for having it there. “Its June! Is it so important to keep it hidden?”

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An uncertain smile was upon Aury's face as he watched Tristan eat and talk at the same time, words and food spilling out of his mouth alike. He was a little shocked at how hungry Tristan appeared to be, but his mind soon pinpointed the inevitable and obvious cause of it all – the sin of Gluttony. Talking about which, the Angel had mentioned some sort of being taking over a poor human's body, instilling in them a certain kind of sin. To Aury, it almost sounded like possession. The uncomfortable thought sent Aury's gaze flickering here and there, wondering if he could catch a shadow of any sort of demon. “Yeah, it must be really frustrating for you...” Aury answered a little absent mindedly, his eyes still searching. Nothing. He looked back at Tristan who had paused to dab at his mouth. How is Aury suppose to stop this vice, then? Unconsciously, a his hand went to the tattoo at the small of his back. It was getting so very warm.

Aury watched Tristan's slender face as if that would give him a clue, but it didn't. Tristan spoke again, almost catching Aury off guard. Waiter? Aury turned his head around just in time to catch a passing waiter wink at Tristan. A second of processing later, Aury flushed. “Oh!” He said a little hurriedly, not wanting the silence to drag to an awkward length, and to cover up his embarrassment “You like m-- I mean, Yeah, yeah he totally is!” Then, realizing what he said might be taken wrongly, Aury shook his head “I mean, he's not!” He didn't want Tristan to think that he's got a thing for the waiter, in case Tristan was interested in him (which, Aury think Tristan is!) But saying the waiter is not godly is like denying Tristan's taste...“Ah, I mean...I can see how he can be attractive...” now he was just confusing himself. He waved a hand brushing the problem aside. “Anyway,” he said. He's not here to talk about good looking waiters.

He looked down at Tristan again who's begun his fifth burger. The way he was eating make the burger look so delicious and desirable that Aury wondered if he didn't eat enough breakfast, or if it's the blonde sin rubbing off on him. He gulped, half tempted to order something himself. Unfortunately, Tristan decided that he'd spent enough time at the diner. He answered Aury's inquisition, saying that Aury can take whatever seat he liked, but what's Aury going to do sitting there if Tristan wasn't?! He's the whole reason why Aury's here in the first place? As Aury sat, Tristan stood.“Yeah, I remember. I understand...” Aury half stammered, watching Tristan scoop up his last burger. The blonde's gaze wandered, then his expression darkened. Aury turned his head and threw a glance towards the direction the blonde's eyes had lingered, and saw his twin brother entangled – lips and arms – with another male. Aury stifled a groan, but at the same time was curious. Is that what had upset Tristan? But, why?

Tristan proceeded to excuse himself, which left Aury flabbergasted. “Wh-what?!” he stammered. He was going to pay for Tristan?! “Wait!” he called. How can he let Tristan indulge himself like this, take advantage of Aury like this! But, the blonde was already walking away...whistling happily too! “Tristan!” he called after the boy, not wanting to be to loud to disturb all other diners. Tristan didn't hear him. Turning back, Aury sat silent for a while and stared ahead of him. Then, bending forward, he allowed his head to smack lightly against the table top, performing a perfect head-desk. “Great.” He muttered to himself.

But he couldn't give up just like this, right?

The waiter brought the bill, and Aury paid. Then, gathering himself, he stood up and stormed towards his brother. Once Aury arrived, he forcefully pulled Ally away from his partner by the back of his shirt. “That's quite enough.” Aury said. 'Enough' was starting to become his personal motto now. “Sorry,” he said to the stunned partner rather coldly “Family urgency.” He gathered Ally's few things, shoved it into Ally's arm, and proceeded to yank his brother out of the diner. “What kind of 'audition' is that?!” he demanded, once they were out. “If he sees me one day, somewhere, and decides to grope me, I'm going to punch him, and then you.” The stated example had the weight of truth to it. It has certainly happened before. Though Aury had gave this threat countless times, he had never really carried it out.

“Look, I just saw Tristan.” Aury explained. He had already told Ally that Tristan was, possibly his appointed Sin. Now he's sure. “He just walked out. If we run, we might catch up.” Aury needed to get that to that blonde. He needed to spend more time with him to figure out how it all works, and how he can defeat the Sin. “We can...we can invite him over for dinner, or something...”




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Boring! Andy stood up with a huff; he needed something to do, not slink around like some crazy person with no life. He was Andy, hell he could do whatever he wanted, be whoever he wanted, he shouldn’t resign himself to sitting on a bench and being a voyeur. Andy stuck his tongue out at nothing in particular and dusted off his pants. Now, he just needed to decide if he wanted to go crash Cecil’s little picnic or go somewhere else. It was always fun to mess with Cecil, just watching the boy get flustered was one of the sin’s favorite past times, not to mention the other sin was right there.

Wait a minute. Andy scrunched up his nose and turned away, why would he care that another possessed ******** was around? That’s right, he wouldn’t! “Goddammit Mammon! Get your sleazy self out of my goddamn head! Go possess some other dumb b***h.”Even as Andy let the words take shape he knew he didn’t really want Mammon to leave, and the demon knew it as well as its host. Andy couldn’t help it though, he wanted to elaborate his lie, after all, lying was one of his most loved things to do, he couldn’t even understand how someone could get upset over a lie, especially a well crafted one that stood up for years!

“You are worthless to me, even me, the king of greed has no desire for you.” Andy was really getting into his little lie now, diving into a character almost completely believable even to himself. Never having been one to dwell on the truth he didn’t care to entertain it this time. “What can you even give me that I can get myself, absolutely nothing. No one can give me anything I can’t simply take.” Andy laughed a hearty laugh that frightened the person on the sidewalk next to him, only adding to his amusement. Milky arms rose and long fingers wove together behind his head in a rather uncaring position.

‘Now this is the Andy I love to see, you finally got your spunk back today. Let’s lift your spirits even more. You can spew any lies you want to me, and we both know how you work, I live and dwell in your mind my dear boy. I can see straight through everything that you do.’ Mammon was practically purring and Handel was hopping alongside Andy not willing to leave his side. Needless to say it pissed the sin off, he kind of expected that was what the demon wanted though, so he was going to bury that anger and simply act like it rolled off his shoulders, still, nothing should be able to get inside his mind and untangle his lies, not even demons.

“You know Mammon, you talk a loud talk, but I have never seen you walk the walk. I might be a lair, but I sure as hell can pull through when I need to, when I want to." Andy looked completely at ease as he walked back in the direction he had come. Even as he spoke to himself and ignored the hideous rabbit following behind him. "That's what it is all about isn't it, what I want. That is why you were attracted to me, because I want everything. And you want someone with my sin, my vice, and no one is a good as me at being me." Andy let another hearty laugh bellow around him. He stopped walking and just looked around, not caring to see the people only what they were worth to him.

And then his eyes landed on Tristen, what a nice surprise. He rather enjoyed being with the spoilt boy. The blonde seemed to be in a good mood and Andy slid up next to him. He could practically feel Mammon purring in his head and clinging to his shadow. Andy could ignore the demons though, he was an expert at ignoring anything he didn't want to see. "Hello there, Tristen." Andy continued his relaxed pose, maybe he could get a fun time out of gluttony and actually turn his day into a good time.