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The Devil's Forte

Tw/Tags: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Demonic Possession, Demon Sex, Deception, Exorcisms, Church Sex, Holy Water

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THE DEVIL'S FORTE

Dazai gazes at him emotionlessly, "I'm commanding you to get out of that man's body."

There's a moment of silence. After that, Chuuya just chuckles in amusement, "If the demons leave my body, will you replace them and enter me, instead?"

—Dazai, a priest, was tasked to exorcize a man named Chuuya. He's the best exorcist in town, but as he gets inside the room where Chuuya's waiting and sees the man smirking at him with his unbuttoned sleeves and dark tempting stares, he knows things will get difficult.

"Bless me, father. I have to confess something."

The heavy storm from outside is visible as thunderstorms start flickering around the empty church. Dazai turns around and from the other side of the aisle, he sees a man wearing a black cape coat. It's a familiar person with red hair soaked from the rain outside. Dazai is standing on the altar, and seeing someone at this hour is surprising.

It's already past midnight.

"To whom do I owe the honor?" He replied and his eyes got fixated when the man walked deliberately towards him.

The dim lights within the church and the righteous paintings all around glimmers within the place. The man stops walking a few meters away from him, stares at the pulpit where he is standing, before smirking calmly.

"I've been a sinner," The man whispered before exhaling in deceptive exasperation, "I've been filled with sins."

"Please take your time and confess."

The man's red hair is still dripping wet. Some droplets of water slide down his temple until it hangs on his chin. Dazai's eyes are impassive as he stares at the person. At this moment, he's the one in charge of taking care of the entire place. There is no one inside the church. He's also wearing his black robe for priesthood with wrapped bandages underneath.

"I'm a horrible human being—" It sounds more teasing than apologetic, "—and I need some help to cleanse my sins."

Without a warning, the man took his coat off and Dazai's jaw tightened when he saw the redhead wearing a sexy black laced lingerie underneath the coat. They're on the altar, and seeing someone wear this kind of daring piece of clothing in front of the holy place is unrighteous.

Dazai inhales calmly as his eyes stare back at the blue eyes darting at him, "How may I help you?"

"Just stand there." The man replied, taking another few deliberate strides until he stopped in front of Dazai.

Temptation's indeed one of the roots of evil— it can swallow anyone whole.

"You know you're starting to do blasphemous things..." Dazai whispered, "...Chuuya."

Their eyes met. The unholy tension lingers around the place, and the suffocating warmth that wraps around their necks becomes inevitably hard to resist. Dazai remained standing and his eyes narrowed a little when Chuuya smirks before angling his face closer to him.

"Of course, I know... Dazai."

Chuuya slowly licks his lower lip wet before he slowly kneels down in front of Dazai. He looks up while he's on his knees, do a slow sign of the cross, before his gaze looks down on Dazai's covered crotch in front of him, labeling his face. Thunderstorms echo within the place again, and the painting of the angels from the ceiling serves as their witness.