This Little Sin Went to the Market |OPEN|

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

The sin of Wrath was outside of his chambers and home, wandering the streets, prowling for what he sought. His red eyes gazed at the people around him, fiercely and hotly, examining each one for what he desired. In one hand, he held a bag, what was in it? A body part? A knife? A poison? He grinned up at the sky, a grin far too wide and far too joyful, expressing a deep and disturbed insanity of a being that had lived for too long and was just waiting for the moment to destroy this topside world, set it aflame with the hellfires he was born from. The sin of Wrath waddled in his penguin suit, looking for some candies.

The boy's fiery red hair was brushed out of his eyes with his free hand, covered in a cute little penguin mitt as he jogged down the streets making noises of the motorized flying objects that did not exist yet. No one paid any heed to the oddly-dressed boy, no one even noticed the animals that cowered in his presence as if instinctively afraid. His little self found himself wandering over to the stables and he was deaf to the panicked whinneys of horses in their prisons as he walked on by.

Only the animals seemed to see the demon that walked the streets as openly as any other child. His wide grin was filled with the innocence of the world as he continued to make puttering noises into the candy store where he browsed. Today his mother figure, a man by the intimidating tile as the demonic embodiment of the deadly sin of pride, had given him some spare change and sent the little child on his way to buy himself something- anything he wished.

Being a child, Ira immediately wandered over to the candy store. A nice elderly woman smiled down at him, finding the little child in her store adorable and thinking nothing of his odd outfit- it seemed to fit him just fine and made him look comical. The streets outside bustled, but the candy store was quiet and dusty. In times of war, children did not play often. The boy did not know this, for even though he embodied wars he knew not of them. His little penguin mitts grabbed a bag of gummi worms and a handful of lollipops.

The price was given and he looked at his pocket money, finding himself a bit short. He handed the woman all he had and tapped his chin in confusion as he found he had no more. His face made a look of childish concentration, before the old woman's hand simply pet his hair through his black-and-white hood, her old smile showing nothing but affection. She assured him that it was alright- he needn't pay the full price. He thanked her and kissed her as he did his mother figure before happily jumping into the streets again.

Ira ex Abyssus, Wrath of Hell, unwrapped a strawberry-flavored lollipop and stuffed the rest of his treats in his bag. The lollipop was plopped into his mouth to bless his tongue with sweetness and artificial strawberry. It was at that point that something caught his scarlet eyes...

[Theorem Jay Wells]

The little noises the crept from between the strange man’s lips were a series of clicks and creaks. He was humming, nothing in particular just a little tune that came to mind. It was so soft that only someone right beside him would hear it. He was crouched down beside the wall of a slender alleyway not far from the bustling street. It wasn’t often that the man came out in the daylight hours. But this was a particularly strange case. It was a smiths shop that he ran the little wires along and as he did he hopped backward, his spindly legs bent. He looked a little like a chicken with how nimbly he hopped backward, letting out the wire line as he did so. His tune hopped along with his body and he giggled. His laugh sounded more like cracking glass and it stopped almost instantly.

Turning his back to the entrance of the alley, he got into the little bag he’d brought with him. It was the same bag he brought with him everywhere. His black-gloved hands pulled out a pair of pliers. They were his favorite pliers and always made the job easier before he went back to crouching over his project, arranging the dynamite just so for a perfect explosion.

This was going to be a very big boom, a big boom indeed. And even though he would have preferred to have it during the night so he could watch the lights erupt against the sky, it was very important to have it during the daylight hours.

Maximum casualties were the goal…

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

There was a strange man in red hunched over something, back curling much like a snail's shell of red. He made strange noises, mumbles and hums and clicks. Was he doing something important? Elf-folk were strange, as far as he had learned, especially the adults. The kids like him were always fun to play with when he found the, but the adults were always so busy with their own work that they simply weren't fun at all!

Ira carefully and silently wandered behind him, a swiftness that was barely elven. His body stepped with the self-assurance of a predator, the silence of a creature that was not as humanoid as he seemed. However, no one paid any notice of this... his appearance of a child made him innocent of all thoughts as a demon, even though his body moved unnaturally and just underneatht he surface one could see a raging hellfire.

"Hello funny lookin mister. What you doing?" He asked, walking around him, his silence eerie before he kneeled down to lookat the strange wires that were being set up, his crimson eyes staring curiously at the running wires. His gaze glanced at this man with an eerie look on his face, one that was just split-haired with reality, just a little. He felt no fear of this man, though if he was any other child he would've run.

The sin of Wrath was intrigued and attracted to this man. For what reason he was still too young to know his attracted nature to those who shared his sin. The lvoe of destruction, chaos, the world's topside burning... those of violent and malice fell under his little penguin wing, and this man... he felt attracted to him.

[Theorem Jay Wells]

‘Hello funny lookin mister. What you doing?’

Theo stopped, going as still as a statue before his gaze slowly went toward the sound of the voice. Through his scorched eyes, and the tinted spectacles he observed a little… bird? No it wasn’t a bird. It was a boy. A boy in a strange bird costume of sorts. How interesting.

His withered, dry lips pulled back, away from his teeth in a cresent moon shape. The smile displayed the jagged yellow teeth he held within his mouth and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“I’m going to blow up this building little boy.” He croaked, leaning forward a little and resting his arm on his knee. “Make it into a big mess of pretty fire and blood. BOOM!” He leaned forward even more and his teeth snapped at Wrath, a move that would usually send a child crying and running for their mother.

It was strange that this boy saw him. Normally children who saw Theo ran up to him and attempted to hug the one they thought was their mother.

If one did happen to see him normally the mere site of him made them wet themselves and run in fear. His image tended to make adults a little on edge let alone children, not to mention the strange energies that came with him…

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

The man's excitement was unexpected and enjoyed by the sin of Wrath. Without his knowledge he drank from the enjoyment that radiated of this man in waves, the desire to destroy, to see blood and fire and death. The child's tongue lolled out, licking his lips as his eyes momentarily glazed over in the same insanity that had caught up to this man. But in a heartbeat, it disappeared and the boy seemed like a perfectly normal child in a birdlike costume once more. He didn't flinch when this man snapped at him. In fact, he drew closer, excited by this stranger's excitement.

"Boom!" He repeated after the stranger, clapping his hands in delight. If he knew what he was saying, no one could tell. Surely, Ira was drawing himself into the dark and macabre, encouraging the man to kill and slay his fellow elves with just a single word and a happy, contented smile. He closed his eyes and rested against the man, happily feeling contact before drawing away, shuffling to face him face to face and eye to eye. His head tilted a bit, studying this stranger before his face broke out in a grin- clean and white compared to the man's yellowed and aged teeth.

This adult was not like the other adults. This adult promised fun. This adult excited him, encouraging his instincts that had not yet fully grown into the little body that held them. The man's need for destruction gave him a happiness that he could not quite explain nor comprehend- all he knew was that whatever the adult was saying, it made him feel good. The stranger's looks and general feel about him- it felt good to be about the man. It was an animalistic good, when two of the same species meet in a world of difference and misunderstanding. It was different from the love of his mother figure or the shallow joy of his childhood.

This instinctual bloodthirst ran deeper than that.

[Theorem Jay Wells]

Theo arched an eyebrow and grunted, turning back to the wires and the task at hand. Clearly this kid was weird. Maybe a mental case that got loose from somewhere. He didn't have time for weird kids, so he simply continued to twist together the little bits of wire.

After a moment, he glanced over his shoulder to see the kid still there and frowns. He seemed interested in what he was doing so he moved to get into the kids line of vision. He didn't need to be bothered. He was a busy man.

After a few more minutes he looked and the kid was still there and his eyes narrowed and he sniffed. "Hey. If you're gonna just stand there, make yourself useful and hand me the detonator." He waved his hand towards the carpet bag. It didn't occur to him that the kid might not know what it looked like or what it even was.

He wasn't concerned with it going off yet though. It wasn't set up to explode yet. That was always the last trick. His long, brittle fingers worked fast but carefully as they continued to twist and attach wires to the red bundles of dynamite.

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

Ira happily sat and watched the man, shifting whenever the movements of the stranger blocked his view. He didn't much mind it- he took it as this excited, fun man just being busy with his work of BOOM, whatever that was. Being the sin of wrath, he was not known for his patience and so happily made a few noises and shifted around as he waited. He was in fact quite happy when ordered to go look for this detonator thing, it meant he would not be so bored.

He was quick to rummage through the bag, seeking this detonator thing. He had no idea what it was but if it would help make BOOM then it must be a good thing. Little black mitts sought something that looked like 'detonator' and eventually pulled. Black box out, was this it? He handed it tithe stranger hopefully, not showing an ounce of fear in his little body even when given every right to be afraid.

Eventually, Ira started to become curious of this hing before him and what else was in that strange bag. He lifted it and spilled it's contents all over the dusty ground, wired and tools scattering. He collected these and started to examine them in a manner that seemed strangely mature for his age. However, he quickly placed all the things back whenhe was done.

"My name is Ira, what is your name mister?" He asked quietly, wanting to know more about this man other than the fact he wanted this explosion that would have death and blood, things that excited him without any knowledge as to why. In fact, when he had first gotten an injury resulting in a bleeding nose, his own blood on his hands was strangely exciting- although at that point the loving attention givnen to him by hits mother figure was just as if not more pleasant. Perhaps this stranger knew of this excitement and held the same excitement as he did, if that was the case he was excited to see what would come in the future.

(sorry if post is crap, on itouch)

[Theorem Jay Wells]

"Bob." Theo said without looking at him. It was short and to the point and a lie.

Theo was working on his wires, grunting and muttering as he did so. His crackly voice making the odd ticking sound as he did so. He didn't care what his name is. In fact he was getting in the way. Turning, he looked at the kid of the rim of his glasses and his eyes narrowed. His hand slowly reached out before quickly snatching the detonator with a single down-ward flick of his wrist before he snarled, showing his teeth again.

"Get lost kid." He said, turning back to the wires and coiling them appropriately. "Unless you want to be caught in the Boom and die."

He didn't much care if the kid died or not. Mostly he just wanted to work in peace.

Finally he leaned back and looked over his masterpiece. This was set up perfectly. Now to get far enough away. Putting the detonator in his pocket. He packed up his bag and stood. Shoving his hand into his pocket, the handle of the bag in his other hand, he briskly headed for the entrance of the alleyway, whistling a tune as he did so…

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

Ira looked up at the man as he walked off, staring at the wires with his big crimson eyes. He did not feel the urge to run, he did not feel the urge to wander away from this thing. This thing was going to make 'boom' and he wanted to see it happen. Maybe this man was too afraid of the 'boom', for he mentioned death and seemed to be in quite the rush to leave. He, however, was not afraid of death. In his dreams he had seen far worse than it, and death's skull to him was nothing but an old friend.

A few minutes later, the building blew out. Bodies flew, screams of panic and pain echoed the explosion. A young boy was thrown by the blast, his body tossed aside like a rag doll amongst the debris, his red eyes reflecting the explosion in his pupils, wide and taking in everything. The people screamed and ran, some pulled their comrades out of the rubble and others screamed in mental agony at the bodies of their friends. His little body was unharmed, however. His little hoodie had been burned off, revealing the soft crimson hair, the same bloody color of his eyes. One sleeve had also been burned off, revealing a skinny arm, pale and unused to the sunlight.

But he was unhurt.

Of course, the sin of Wrath would not be hurt by such a small thing. His little body pushed itself up and surveyed the world around him. He stood and wandered, the rubble crunching under his feet and he looked down, staring at the wide open mouth of a child who could not have been older than he was age-wise. The child's eyes were wide open as if he could see, but his mouth was open as if he was screaming but nothing came out. A bit of blood trickled from the boy's silently shouting lips.

Oh how normal this child would look, had Wrath not looked further on the body. His left arm was gone, ripped away. There was only a mass of blood and flesh there, bone protruding out as if alien, splintered like a white piece wood... but it wasn't wood. Below, the belly was spilled open and the boy's shiny innards glimmered in the sunlight, beautiful and horrendous. It was... destruction. Ira stared around him, finding similar chaos and commotion. He was shoved aside as the boy's mother pushed him, falling to her knees and sobbing, screaming to the heavens over this fallen boy.

Ira couldn't quite understand the chaos around him. Was this 'boom'? The man spoke with an excitement as if this would be happy, but everyone around him seemed so sad and so hurt. However... he liked the chaos in that one moment when his body was sent flying, the rapidly expanding ball of fire and noise... that was exciting. It fluttered through his veins and arteries, this wild and animalstic urge for more. However, he ignored it to try and look for this man of red, as red as the blood, as red as the explosion.

"Bob! Bob!" He shouted as he caught sight of him and dashed up to the man. "Bob Bob!" He grinned, not knowing at all that he should be dead. "I saw boom! I saw boom!!" He clapped his hands, one uncovered against a mitt, making an odd sound. He grinned up at this stranger, happy despite the sadness around him.

[Theorem Jay Wells]

The man in red holding the detonator was grinning a wild jack-o-lantern grin as the explosion erupted. It illuminated his glasses and the aftershock struck him, blocking his coat back but surprisingly the hat he wore stayed in tact.

"Beautiful!" He growled through his lips, proud of the amazing fire orgasm he'd managed to create. He still stood there for a few moments in the afterglow while the sound of horrified spectators screamed and bawls, getting hysterical for the lives lost in the explosion.

Theo didn't hear it, he merely watched the black smoke billow up into the sky. It wasn't until the crowd started to form that he started to pack up. Unwire the detonator, he looked up to see the little boy coming from the smoke completely unscathed.

Slowly, the crouching man stood, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out exactly how that kid got out of there in time. Not that he cared, he wasn't out to kill anyone but he wasn't out to protect anyone either.

'I saw boom!' The kid was shouting and Theo couldnt help but smirk.

"Did you like it?" His crackling voice mused. He tossed the detonator back into the bag before bending over and picking it up. It would be a little while before people came looking for him, and by then he's be long gone. These village idiots didn't know about explosives, not the ones Theo used.

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

The child nodded and he happily hugged the man, not out of want for his mother but it was how he knew how to greet people. He greeted his mother and family in that matter, but if he could tell the difference between what is appropriate for a stranger and appropriate for his family was obviously that he couldn't. His crimson eyes were as red as the man's coat that he rubbed his face into, smiling happily before turning away and spinning a bit, making himself dizzy and so he had to stop.

"Like lots! I wanna do! Teach me!" His little formed jumped up and down in the air with excitement, running in circles around the man with his high energy that most certainly wouldn't last until the afternoon. He'd always be found happily napping in one of his sibling's rooms during the afternoons, or wherever he found himself. It was rare for the sin to sleep in his own room- it just wasn't as fun. It was nothing but happiness and joys,heaping piles of costumes and equally large piles of plushies and toys. His room had no real bed, all he had was a nest of pillows and sheets and soft stuffed animals. When he got older, he would surely be doing things differently.

For now though, the sin of Wrath was nothing but a happy child, seeking joy in a world full of suffering, happiness in a world full of death, and color in a world full of black and white. Ira smiled up at this stranger and continued to chant, his little body jumping up and down with startling skill. "Teach Teach Teach! Teach Teach Teach!" Of course, the question was if he really knew what he was asking. For all he knew he was merely asking to know how to make the 'boom' from 'Bob', this man who was always happy and always smiled behind his strange glasses and excited him like he was.

The boy did not notice behind him the chaos and sadness, he did not notice these people wrapped up in their bubbles in despair to properly know the sadness he wanted to reproduce. All he knew was the rush, being thrown around, being tossed into the air, feeling the flame and fire lick at his clothes and skin and made him want to soar into the world to do it all again.

[Theorem Jay Wells]

Theo looked down on the kid and couldn't hold back the smile. He shoved one gloved hand into his pocket and the other held onto his bag while the kid skipped around him. He'd never seen anyone quite so interested in what he was doing, except for the ones who were directly effected by it, and usually they were the ones who were gonna die...

In any case he merely laughed once, "Follow me and i'll show you some more."

Leading the kid through the forest trees and along a river bank he started to slightly steep hike to the little hut he called home. At least, it would be his home until someone figured out he lived there. It was where he kept his experiements and things and also a mother cat with a small litter.

Reaching the shabby hut with a single door and window, he threw it open and placed his bag and hat on the table. "Home sweet home." He said to the boy before walking over to the table where some stale bread and moldy cheese sat. It had been breakfast and now it would be his lunch as well. He didn't offer any to the kid but simply cut off three hunks and made it into a sandwhich for himself, mold and all....

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

Ira looked at the man's home, crimson eyes sweeping the scene before him before happily hauling himself onto the table and seating himself on its edge. This Bob had strange tastes in food, the cheese and bread didn't look tasty at all. He grinned at the man and opened the little sack of food he still had with him opening it. The candy was a little melted, but nothing was too charred or burnt to be inedible... and it was much better than the weird-smelling cheese. His mother would never allow him to eat such things.

He happily shoved candies into his mouth, wolfing them down hungrily and with the speed of a starved old man. Of course, he wasn't starving, just a growing boy who had lots of energy and needed that energy to be replenished constantly. Unlike this Bob person who survived on bread and cheese, his palate wanted things rich in sugary flavors and intense in every taste in the book- it was simply how he lived as a child. It was his childhood, the normal childhood of many children.

Then, with food in his belly, he heard the silence broken with the noise of his friend chewing and some muffled mewls. In a moment, his limbs sped him to find the reason for such noise, coming from a little box. Confused, he opened the box and peered inside at many pairs of eyes staring at him with the same look of shock and surprise that he did. What were these? Soft and cute. One mewled at him and he gently reached in, hearing the soft purrs of a mommy fluffy cute thing.

The little sin had never seen cats before. He carefully pulled a little kitten from its warm little box, staring at it with the curiosity of a scientist examining a new species. The kitten squirmed slightly, unused to being lifted by one paw- it was awkward. It let out a few mewling noises. Wrath carefully took the other limb and examined the paw. It was so curious... He placed the fluffy thing on the floor and it crawled.

He quickly closed the box and walked over to the man eating the sandwhich, placing the mewling fluffy thing on the table. It slid around, mewling constantly.

"What this?"

[Theorem Jay Wells]

Theorem poured himself a glass of wine and sat back, kicking his feet up onto the table as he still smiled, remembering every little detail of the blast. She had been a beautiful one, lovely billlows of smoke with red fire blasts, she spirled upward and out, curvacious and full. He loved BOOMS like that.

His thought were interupted by the little kid, what was his name? Ira. The kid brought to him one of the little kittens from the litter Theo had taken in. There had originally been six but now there were five. Theo had fun with one of them yesterday.

He chuckled and set his glass down. "That is a target my little friend." He said as he reached over and picked up the mewing little ball of furr. He cuddle it against his chest and petted its head. "Rath cute isnt it?"

Watching the boy with interest he sighed, "When i've finished my lunch i'll show you what they're for. Would you like that?"

His grin turned wide and yellow again. Even though they were indoors he continued to wear his yellow tinted glasses and a flash of sunlight through the single window seemed to illuminate them.

[Seccom Masada-Sensei]

Ira stared curiously as this stranger showed an affection to the 'target'. Although he didn't know that 'Bob' was only appreciative for it to die, he felt rather envious that the little fluffy thing was getting all the affection and not him. It just felt wrong- it felt... as if he had been cheated. This little thing was not cuter than him, it did not deserve the affection it received. He let out a rather angry whine- a bad sign for anyone in the vicinity.

Before he realized what he was doing, his demonic speed kicked in and his crimson eyes widened, his mouth opening in a snarl. This would be rather adorable, if it not for what happened next. He became angry and his wrath set in, grabbing the kitten from the man's hands and paying no heed to its mewls of helpelessness as he threw it into a wall, his strength showing with the incredible speed in which the kitten flew, slamming into the wall and leaving a bloody splash where it's soft and supple body met hard and uncompromising stone.

The cat fell lifeless, the boy's chest expanding and contracting and his teeth clenched. Despite only being a boy, he was intimidating, frightening, his demonic blood showing with his rage that threatened to consume his sanity. Wind began to blow around him, rustling his clothes. However, with the offending thing taken care of, the boy was quick to disappear in his rage. He took 'Bob's hand and placed it on his head, wanting to be given attention and completely ignorant to the bloody mass that was once a kitten on the floor, still spasming as life left its body.

Somewhere, in a box, the purring stopped and it was perfectly silent.