Summoning The Sins

Chapter Four: The Sin

I cried out, dropping the knife in the bowl and falling back, managing to catch the back of my head on the shower frame. Black spots invaded my vision almost immediately. I heard a squeal from somewhere in the room before I felt someone pulling me up.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to almost kill yourself on the shower!" The northern accent exclaimed.

I shook my head, trying to wear out the dizziness and focus my vision. I was going to have a concussion for sure. Wouldn't mum be thrilled?..

When my vision came back into focus, I was faced by a pale boy's face. It was the face of what I had seen in the mirror. His hair was the deepest, darkest black I had ever seen and styled in a fringe. He had most of it covered by a blue hoodie, however. My eyes trailed down to his eyes, which were similar to his hair. An impossible to describe black.

He grinned at me. "You alright then?" He asked.

"I, uh..." I just nodded, unable to form words. He leaned in closely. His face was just inches from mine. I could smell the oder of sulfer with him so close.

"Just checking." He shrugged, pulling back. I gasped in the fresh air. I looked at him, wondering what I had really done.

"Wh-who are you?" I managed you get out after a few more gasps of breath.

"I am Philip. Holder of one of the seven deadly sins." He said with a slight bow. He was too tall to get in a full bow, seeing as he was about as tall as I was and this bathroom was tiny.

"One of the seven deadly sins?" I asked, "Wait a minute. Are you saying that the seven deadly sins were watching us play the Ouija?"

"Yep!" He answered, "It was a bit of a boring day."

"Boring day? For a deadly sin?" I scoffed, "Don't you have souls to... You know... Sinify or whatever you do?"

The sin snickered, "Sinify?"

I shrugged, feeling just a bit intimidated. "Well, I don't know what you do." I mumbled.

The sin laughed again, "I am Phil, the sin of wrath."

It was my turn to laugh. This guy? The sin of wrath? He was about my build and I was not very much of a threat. I just couldn't imagine him raging out.

"Don't believe me?" Phil asked.

"Not particularly." I admitted.

Phil nodded. He walked up to me again and held out his hand. "Give me your hand." He said.

I looked at him hesitantly. I was afraid he might crush me for doubting him now that he was willing to demonstrate.

"Give me your hand or I will go about this a different way." Phil growled.

I immediately pulled my hand up and placed it in his. As soon as his fingers wrapped around mine, I cried out in pain. Images flashed through my mind. Every angry moment in my life, big or small. Even memories that weren't mine, just angry thoughts. I could feel all of it so suddenly that it hurt me. I gasped as everything faded when Phil released my hand. I doubled over, badly able to hold myself up.

"Sorry 'bout that." Phil said, tilting his head to look at me. "Believe me now?"

I nodded vigorously. That was possibly the worst feeling I had ever experienced. Just everything all at once. It almost burned inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Mark's booming voice drifted through the door as I was beginning to steady myself. Phil laughed.

"Jack made it." He commented.

"Jack?" I questioned.

"The sloth sin." Phil said, walking over to the door. "He bonded with your friend."

"Bonded? So what, you bonded with me?"

"Seems like it, doesn't it?" He shrugged, "Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Wow, okay, ya sassy sin." I laughed nervously. I backed up against the shower as much as I could before speaking again. "So... Did a sin bond with each of us?.."

Phil shrugged again. "In a sense. I mean, all but one of us... But someone had to stay in hell. He's not much fun anyway."

I could hear mumbles from the other side of the door. One I could distinguish as Mark's voice, the other was another unfamiliar accent...

"The summons is over." Phil said, looking at the door. "For you two at least. Shall we leave? It's a bit cramped." He spoke so calmly. Hard to imagine he was just the one to bring the sin of wrath to the surface of my thoughts.

"Um... Sure, let me just..." I looked over at the sink and froze. The blood from my hand was gone from the bowl, as well as the knife. Any evidence of the red liquid being there was gone.

Phil followed my gaze and simply laughed. "What did you think that was for?" He asked, turning to me. He grinned widely, showing off his teeth, which I could see to be fangs. "Don't think I always look like this Dan." He winked at me before turning and opening the door.

He walked out and I just hesitantly followed. If he didn't always look like that, what did he look like?..

We walked into the kitchen and I saw Mark backed up on the counter by a figure with a green plofft of hair on top of his head.

"C'mon, Markipoo, it's just a kiss to seal the deal." The green haired boy teased with, what I now recognized as, an Irish accent. He had a smirk on his face as he leaned in closer to the blue haired boy.

"S-Seal the d-deal?" Mark studdered, backing into cabnets, but staring intently at the demon.

The green haired boy nodded, "MmmmHmmm." He teased, "Do it for Jacky boy... Just a small peck..."

Mark was still as Jack got closer. I turned away and looked at Phil. He had never mentioned a deal. Was that coming?..

"Patience, Daniel." Phil snapped his head in my direction, "We haven't even talked properly yet."

That made me nervous. I was really starting to wish mum had let me stay home... I turned back to the two multicolored haired boys and saw them pulling their lips apart. Jack with a smirk and Mark with a bit of a shocked expression.

"Now carry me so we can go meet yer friends!" Jack said, holding out his hands, opening and closing them, much like a child. "Piggy back ride!"

I looked at Phil with a slight shake of my head. "I will not give you a piggy back ride." I said with as much confidence as I could muster through my nervousness.

"It's a good thing I don't want one then." Phil replied simply, "Because if I really wanted one... You most certainly would."