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Confessions of Lust [SecretInsanity + KimahriFan26]

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“Hail Mary, Full of-,” Gabriel sighed as he kneeled down in front of a crumbling statue. He opened his eyes and looked up at it, rosary tightly clutched in his hand. Why did the mother giver her child such a sorrowful look? Did she happen to know the horrid world that she had birthed her child into? “I’m sorry.” He apologized and stood up, blonde, wavy hair fell forward and into his line of vision. He brushed it back and turned to leave the small secluded area. It was a hut that was falling apart now and held nothing more than this one statue, but that was more than enough for him. It meant something. This used to be a holy place once, many years ago.

Gabriel made his way back to the church, tired after a long day of working the confessionals. The sun had long ago set and only the occasional nun scurried around. He needed to take a night shift at the chapel for people who came in after hours and needed to pray, such things were encouraged by the church and that meant that someone had to be there. Tonight, that someone was him. He made it into the chapel and kneeled down at the foot of alter to try again. The spacious room was lit by many candles, giving off a dim glow and leaving most of the room dark.

He closed his eyes and his mind wandered off to thoughts he tried to keep out of his head and he gave a small huff. Why could he not get rid of the horrid lust? At times it was nothing more than just a passing feeling, while at other visualizations wandered into his mind, many that had surprised even him. It continued to come back and haunt him. He bit his lip hard for a bit, concentrating on the pain. After a while he stood up. “Why?” he whispered under his breath, too low for someone, even if they stood right next to him, to hear.
 
While the good man was having difficulty in his prayers and sermons, the tavern down in the small, rural town had its own set of problems. Problems regarding the much more serious issues of sex and hedonism. "Heh, nice doing business with you boys~." The man flicked his long hair out of his face and smiling as his 'clinetele' left the room. It was almost too easy in this town, the men were almost begging to let their pants down and get straight to business. He arrived only a few days ago and he already had built a sort of fanbase, something that pleased him endlessly. Of course, the guys had no idea who he was and the teeny danger it put them into. The man stood up and walked up to the door, clicking it locked so that he would not be disturbed and examining himself in the slighty dirty mirror. The man was tall, lean, with decent body and a great lower member, it seemed that this was the kind of man that drove the others crazy. He smiled as his form changed in the mirror, turning into a shorter being with black scales and fiery red eyes. He loved his life, he would come to a town, have his way with the men for both pleasure and some life energy and let them off...no doubt feeling incredibly drained and tired the next day.

The demon stretched lightly, he loved his lifestyle, as an incubus he normally would be sleeping with women in their sleep and taking their soul away to his boss. Such a duty seemed stupid and boring, what fun was there to bone some stupid bitch and take their soul? Seducing men was much more fun, and killing them only ended that fun. He figured that if he was one of the lowest ranked demons in Hell, what was the point of even trying? After all, living in the human world was muuuuch more fun and satisfying and true enough, not a single soul in Hell was aware of him being missing. His smile in the mirror was halted when he felt something he had never felt before, it wasn't smelling sheer human lust which he usually did but almost as if someone was pointing him in some direction. Curious, the incubus looked out the window of his room and looked up the hill where he was getting a strange reading. Up on top of the hill was what looked to be the church of the town, he had heard of it before as it was highly corrupt and using its influences to keep people in poverty and under their thumb. Though he hated churches, for some reason he had a feeling he should be there right now.

Darius quickly shifted his form back to a new form so that his previous clients not try to follow him and wore a simple shirt and slacks before heading out of the room and heading out to the town. The town seemed empty, as usual on a Sunday night when everyone was supposed to be praying for God to save them or something. Soon enough, the incubus found himself at the steps of the church, he quickly took a peek inside through one of the windows and saw a single man at the steps trying to pray at an alter. Darius smirked lightly, he seemed troubled by something...and growing deep within him was something he knew quite well....pure, sweet lust. Darius smirked lightly, this priest was so far off the deep end that he just snuck in and kept his eyes on him.

Quickly the man stood up, and the demon vanished from view, luckily being able to hide himself from humans he had not bounded over. Quickly he stepped foot inside a small box, and he was instantly aware of where he was, a confessional booth, he had been in there several times before when it came time for....certain things but instead he was just trying to hide for a bit. An attempt that fell a bit short when the confessional door closed behind him, leaving a grand slam echoing all throughout the halls. The incubus sighed and became visible again, already knowing that the man's attention was already received and that hiding would do nothing. "Well well then, a little set back...but we'll see what fantasies you have....dear father."
 
The Church was a grand place, everything you would expect of it. The Council ruled over the lands as far as the Church had spread so far. They preached the word of God and stuck to traditional ways. One thing they did differently that helped them gain their power was to train and send out exorcists to kill demons and keep their people safe. The exorcists were not just there to deal with the demons, but the people as well, serving to enforce the laws of the Church. That was what Gabriel did, it was the reason he was always armed. While it was not an easy job and it had not exactly been by choice, he was still loyal to the Church. All he was supposed to do was follow orders and to not question. It was simple really.

It seemed fair and nice to outsiders, but those outsiders did not live life under their rule. It was cruel and the word of God was bent in whichever way the Church desired. The Council decided what God said and what he did not say. Those too poor to hand over money to the Church were executed for not giving their wall to the God above. This was a time where you could practically pay your way into heaven. The rich were all close to the Church and the poor could only look up to them just to try and survive. The officials sat at the top of the world looking down at everyone who was considered trash under their boots. The exorcists were truly nothing more than dogs that dirtied their hands to keep those above happy and living their comfortable lives. The exorcists were the face of the Church and took the blame for any wrong doings. They were trained since childhood and many gladly did it believe it was the will of God. Gabriel on the other hand knew that God turned away from what happened in this hellhole. He still continued on. He had a strong loyalty due to never knowing a different life and to the strict training they had given him. The fear of what the Church could do was also definitely a contributing factor to all of this.

Behind him there was a loud slam that made him flinch and quickly turn. He grabbed at his one of his twin guns and held it up in his left hand. There was no one around anymore. Had he really been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he had not been paying attention? What if it was a demon? No. Demons would not come this close to the Church, they would have been dead by this point. It must be someone trying to sneak in and find a place to sleep for the night. It was the only logical explanation.

Gabriel slowly put away his gun and crept over to the confessionals where he had heard the noise from and kept his hand at his hip. He reached out and slowly opened the door. Inside he did find a person. Gabriel took a step back and tried to not be intimidating knowing that seeing someone from the church and armed could be a bit of a shock for some of the lower people. The fear never disappeared for them. Now all he had to do was act, pretend as if he was this gentle priest who would do nothing but help or else the Church would punish him for not following through with his job. "Hello. Welcome. There is no need to hide, come on out, dear sir. There is nothing to fear in the house of God." He gave a slight bow to the other as he had been trained to. "If you need anything, you can just ask me." He clasp his hands in front of him, feeling a bit nervous and on edge. It must be that the person had surprised him and that by itself shocked Gabriel a bit. He had great senses and was known to be jumpy, yet this person had gotten past him. "I am Gabriel." He introduced himself, just a generic name, but it did not really matter much if at all to him.
 
The man looked up at the man before him, nodding carefully and coming out of the confessional booth at the man's words. His words were shy and withholding, almost as if he were unsure of what to say to the man of the cloth. "I-I need the help of the church, I'm down on my luck and I've done some sinful things to stay alive. You must help me!" The man reached up and grasped the man's hand tightly, his skin was so pale in comparison to the exorcist's. Mentally, Darius smiled quite deviously as he could feel the man through this contact, it was certaintly the same energy he felt while in the tavern and it seemed that this man held quite a bit of built of lust within him despite his choice of profession. It seriously looked like this man would certaintly be the most interesting out of all the other ones in the town who dropped their pants with a simple drink and some choice words. The demon liked challenge because with challenge came the biggest reward and he already liked what he saw with the man in front of him.

Darius turned aside, his eyes glistening as he began his sob story. "I was mugged in my travels, they killed my wife and kids. So in order to make ends meet, I've been sleeping with men for money over at the tavern. Now I have been corrupted by the lust within me....it disgusts me how far I have fallen. Now I will never be with my wife in Heaven, never!" While it was a total lie, the incubus put on quite the show, after all he'd been perfecting his acting skills for the last 200 years and he had to say that he was already expecting an emmy nomination for his latest work. His tears had started to fall as he quickly embraced the man tightly, feeling him lightly in the process while going on and on about how his life was terrible and that he was going to go to Hell if it kept like this. "I need you Father, please save me....save me from myself."
 
Gabriel was prepared for a lot of things. He was used to demons, to fighting, and to killing. It was all a part of life for an exorcist. It was normal and what he could easily deal with. It had been what he had signed up for, not this. Nope, this was definitely not on the list. The problem was that the exorcists often doubled as priests for the church to manage it and make sure that every day things ran smoothly and went on without a hitch. They were also there for when the Church was a bit short on hands or needed things done. They would end up helping out in the orphanage, making food, or working the confessionals, along with guarding the Church. Gabriel only worked with the last two of those and most of his time was concentrated on training not on socializing with people. It was one thing to sit in a confessional and repeat the same line over and over again, just to hear the same confession said in a different way with every person. It was another to be face to face with someone who was there, begging him to help. He was not comfortable with people, not by far. He patted the man’s back and listened to his story.

Once the man clung to him, he tensed and stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to interact with people too well, but there was nothing he could do about that now. His brows furrowed as the man went on more with his sad tale. “I can help you. Here, let us sit.” He kept his voice low and unthreatening, wanting to comfort this person as he put an arm around the other’s shoulder after a hesitation and led him over to the front pew, where he took a seat. “Confess unto me your sins and I shall gladly listen. God is forgiving and he shall care for you. Put your faith into him and he shall help you.” He took a breath and then tried to wrack his brain on what to do. “You shall reach heaven. Nothing is stopping you as long as you give what you can and believe in our Lord.” Gabriel recited the words that had been drilled into his head, no emotion or connection behind them anymore. The irony was that he was telling this man to trust in something that even he doubted. All of his earlier worries had been forgotten as he focused on the situation on hand and he did want to help this poor man at least. Even he could not be so cold as to ignore someone asking for his help. It was something, right? Something that could prove to him that he had a chance to do at least a bit more than just kill.
 
The man was led to the front pew as he simply looked at the ground in shock, his tears forming a trail up to where the priest led him. He looked up to the man, so dignified and well spoken. Surely he was a man of the cloth, one who had nothing to hide in the face of the lord and was someone to whom he could confide his deepest and strongest secrets to with absolute confidence that they would be sent directly to the Lord above. The man smiled and looked at him, sliding a little closer to him as he began to confess his sins to both him and the lord above. "I have been a bad person, every night I have given myself to the pleasures of lust for simple gold from others. It has come to the point of how I cannot even control the building desire I have for other men." His tears began to stop flowing as he began to approach the man, his body only inches away from the priest's. "Do you think that you..and God can forgive me for that dear father?" It was now that he seemed to look different, his eyes were no longer red from the tears but now clear and striking as a smile formed across his lips. It was definitely obvious that the man's previous remarks about his life were complete works of fiction and that he had some other ambitions on his mind, ambitions that became painfully clear when he placed his hand on the priest's thigh and approached him.

"In actuality father, I have a confession for you....I've been lusting for men my entire life and now I have found one more to add to my dear collection." The man giggled a little as his hand trailed up the priest's leg slowly. Darius had to admit, he already could tell that this would be one hell of a ride for both him and the man he was now attempting to seduce. "You seem so strong, so powerful for a mere priest. Perhaps that is the reason why so many down in the town speak so highly of you despite being the vicious guard dog of this hellish domain. But I think there's more to you....something way stronger than your faith and its right here." With his other hand the man stroked his chest lightly before pushing away from him. "I want you, Gabriel, or should I call you Gabby now?" The man gave another slight laugh as he winked and flashed a cheeky grin despite how obvious he was making the man feel uncomfortable. This would be one hell of a time he'd spend in this backwater town and he was already starting to like it.
 
“I am not the one to forgive, only our Lord can.” Gabriel answered and backed away a bit as the other inched closer. This was getting uncomfortable for him now. He detested having people close to him. It made him nervous and it gave them an advantage. He scooted back a bit and saw a change in his face. Add to his collection? Now the poor priest was completely confused and even a bit fearful. What the hell was this guy? Some whore who had heard his name and decided to pay the church a visit or was he someone who Gabriel had angered; by killing one of their family members, maybe? He did not know who this man was, but he did know that this man should be leaving now. This was too much and far too awkward to him. He had dealt with some crazy people, but this was on a different level, to the point that he wanted to grab the holy water right there and then.

The idea that the people spoke ‘highly’ of him was implausible. He was hated to the point that going through the town could even end with people trying to throw stones at him or cussing him out. They would never say anything kind about him. Gabriel furrowed his brows now definitely set off. Alarms were going off in his head and something was wrong. There it was; the thing that really got him to realize that he might not be dealing with a human. His eyes widened a bit as he heard the nickname. Only one person had ever called him that and it had been his longtime friend, Trinity. Gabriel knew for sure that Trinity would never end up going to grab himself a whore or anything of that sort. How could this guy ever know that name? He grabbed his gun and aimed it at the man, but did not shoot. No… he could not let the Church know. They would punish him for letting the demon even get in. Right now they were not too happy with him for losing a demon and to have one waltz right in. They would whip him until his back was raw. He stared and grabbed out a vile of holy water splashing some of it on the person while still holding him at gun point. “What the hell are you and why are you here?” He barked out the question, narrowing his eyes at the man.
 
Darius had to admit, he was quite impressed when the priest before him managed to pick up on the clues that he was not who he said he was. The man before him was quite intuned to both demonic energies and their abilities to bewilder and seduce human beings. Ordinarily, holy water would have both seared a demon and forced them back to their true demonic forms but luckily for the incubus he no longer considered himself affiliated with the legions of Hell and it sure paid off as the only thing that bothered him was the horrific smell of what seemed to be rose purfume. "Heh heh heh, well you seem to be quite intelligent for a human dear Gabby~" He smirked as he disappeared from view with a simple giggle of his voice. "However, I'm not going to go away after a simple splash of your foul-smelling water and dual guns...heh heh heh." Suddenly hands came from behind the man and grasped his chest rather hard, feeling the pectoral muscles quite well. "I see you work out a lot, heh heh." The hands and the arms possessed black scales with blood red skin undeneath them. Darius leaned forward towards the man's right ear and laughed a bit. "I'm certain with your experience you know what I am and what it means for you, my dear priest~."

Darius' hands went up and stroke the man's chin seductively as he continued to rattle sweet nothings into his ear. "Even a low level demon such as I can see right into your thoughts, to imagine that a man of the cloth would have such lust stirring within him. Seems like this church sucks when it comes to teaching the word of God eh? After all, my clients back in the town often speak of nothing but hatred for this church that should be spreading goodwill and holiness." His hands slipped down slightly and within seconds, the buttons on the man's shirt seemed to have unbuttoned themselves. "Seems I have forgotten to introduce myself, after all I'll be getting to know you for quite some time. The incubus leaned down, his tongue lightly touching and tasting the man's neck. "Heh heh, forgive me for I have no introduced myself. My name is D'hartekk....but that's a boring Demon name....you can call me Darius my dear, dear Gabby~." The demon had to admit, this was one mission of his that would be very difficult to accomplish, though he had a feeling that the outcome would be very sweet in the end.
 
Gabriel thought for a moment that he was mistaken after the holy water he splashed did not do a thing to the demon. It should have done quite a bit and caused a violent reaction, not this. Was it not a demon? No, it was. He knew that as soon as the man was not there anymore and behind him. He was just proven right as he looked down to see a black scaled arm. Gabriel stayed completely still, barely even wanting to breathe as the other stood there behind him and touched him. He shocked himself as a shiver ran through his body and for a second his breath caught. He recomposed himself and dropped his overcoat, pulling away from the demon. He turned, not wanting this demon behind him and pointed the guns at him, glaring at the demon he could now identify as Darius.

“Don’t touch me!” The exorcist shouted at him, an faint undertone of fear in his voice. It scared him a bit that this creature knew his thoughts and knew about the wrong things that ran through his mind. He did not even want to think about it, but still those thoughts of lust continued to plague him. Out of everything in the world that could come to kill him, torture him, something like this was the last thing he was expecting. It took him a bit to figure out what sort of demon he was dealing with, but his mind kept going back to incubus. How odd, this was completely uncharacteristic of one. That must have been why it had taken him so long to figure out. Then again, the church never really focused on incubi, staying to much more dangerous demons. There was also the fact that one of the incubi was the last thing the Church would ever expect to see hear within their doors. He was having a hard time trying to figure out how to take care of this situation. Killing this thing with the guns would get him into trouble and mean that he would have to explain to the Church why the hell there was an incubus in their courts. He put away his guns and pulled out a dagger, charging forward, aiming for the neck, and making sure he showed no signs of weakness in front of the demon.
 
Darius smirked as the priest lashed out him with the knife, he simply stood there and waited as the distance between them got closer and closer until it was obvious that the man was attempting to cut his throat out with the bladed knife. "For a Demon Exorcist, you seem quite inefficient in your kills, dear Gabby!" The demon smirked as he disappeared without a trace the second the knife was slashed at him. "But you seem to forget, that an Incubus draws their power from the lust that their target feels. At your current state you can't do a single fucking thing against me can you?" The voice came from behind the man, as the demon seemed to take a new form. He stood tall, a lot taller than he was previously, he was a giant of a man...at least 6 and a half feet tall. His complextion had a dark tint from it and he was wearing only a mere shread of cloth around his unmentionables, cloth that seemed only a few breathes from slipping off. The man was behind the statue of Jesus, his large arms circling it almost as if he were embracing the statue itself. The man gave a wink to the priest and let go the statue only to walk towards him. "I can be anything and anyone I want, y'know its only a matter of time before I find out which form makes even you blush and state you know." He gave a toothy grin and laid out wide-spread on one of the pews, almost as if to entice and enchant the man before him.

"So father, you might want to tell me why you have that lovely amount of lust within...and what I can do to fix it.." The man got off the pew and approached the man, already well aware that deep within he was secretly enjoying the attention on an otherwise pointless night. "So...would you like to join me on an experiment to explore your fantasies dear dear father?" He smirked a little and gave a wink, confident that this was going to be one hell of a night at the church. "After all, anything you desire can be yours....Hell, you don't even need to worry about your soul too, I'll take good care of you." With that he loosened the strings holding up the cloth on his groin and watched as they slid down just a little to show that he meant...business. The man reached out and stroked the dear priest lightly across the chin with his finger...already taking great pleasure in invading his personal space and making him even more hot and bothered.

"So father, what will you do now? You got a demon in your walls, now it looks like you're in a...tight spot don't you think?"
 
Gabriel changed his grip on the knife, growing angry as the demon taunted him. He had a temper with quick trigger, especially against the likes of demons. It might have more to do with the fact that he took so much from the people of the village and the Church that this was his release on that anger. He held a steady glare on the demon, trying to find anything that could count as an opening. Couldn’t do a single fucking thing against him? As if, he would show this demon where he was treading and bring him down. He would not allow such things to happen on his territory. Failure was not an option and would never be. If the Church did not accept it, he would not either. To fail could mean death or God knows what else with this fight. This one was throwing him off. It was such an odd batter. He had fought his fair share of demons, but this battle almost seemed impossible. Holy water did absolutely nothing, his guns could not be fired, and now he was down to a knife fight and still being talked down to.

When he heard the voice behind him, he turned quickly. That teleporting or whatever it was started to get on Gabriel’s nerves. It made fighting much more difficult. His train of thought crashed for a moment as he saw something completely different now and was sure that the shock was displayed on his face for a second before he made sure to recompose himself. He really needed to remind himself that demons were capable of practically anything. The lust? What caused such a thing? Well, if he knew then he would not be in this situation. Although he partly knew it had to do with his attraction and it went against everything that he had been taught, since he found himself attracted to men. It was wrong and the Church had quite a lot to say about such people, even if many of their own ended up doing even worse things. “What desires? My only desire is to kill you right now. There is nothing for you here, demon.” He took a step back as the other slipped the cloth down a bit. His eyes followed the moment, wandering down. Gabriel had been unable to keep himself from doing so. He snapped his head up as the other was right in front of him, touching his chin. His grip on the knife slackened a bit as he wracked his brain on what to say, staring at the demon for a moment, almost ready to die from the hesitation. His soul was already damned for spilling blood, dirtying his hands for the Church. They never promised him heaven, even when he gave his life and loyalty. He knew that nothing but a cruel death would be given to him. “Take care of my soul? It’s already damned.” Gabriel was uncomfortable having the other so close. He took a shaky breath and waited for him to make a move, unsure of what to do himself, and feeling as if he was not thinking straight.
 
The demon smiled almost cruely at how the man already had lost himself to the clutches of lust as he cradled all over his body, allowing himself full reign to gauge the man and his assets. "My my father, you are quite built and studly, a lot better than your brothers out in the city that's for sure...." He giggled a little bit as he quickly saw the man's grip on the knife slipping, just enough for him to flick out his wrist with a sudden lash that caused the knife to go flying across the room and clattering across the floor, echoing loudly in the empty church. "Now that this little pointless battle is out of the way I have some lovely things to tell you dear Father.." He smiled as he pulled the man closer to him, with no weapons he was as weak as his lust allowed him to be and at the moment he was trapped like a little mouse starving for cheese. "You have nothing to fear, I'm not here to take away your soul, Hell I'm not even going to do a thing to your Life Energy either. I just want to get to know you, as you seem to be in a pretty fucked up situation...don't you think?" He smiled as he edged closer, his rather hot breath flowing across his neck. A normal demon would probably had snapped the man's neck or just taken his soul with this kind of situation, but luckily for the man he was no longer affiliated with Hell and he had no reason to bother with delivering human souls back and forth for the rest of eternity.

That was when he slid off and teleported away from the man, reappearing in one of th pews motioning for the man to sit next to him, "So, you think I'm just another filthy demon sent to wreck you up. Heh, that's almost cute y'know, thinking that your previous experiences have blinded you." He stood up and faced the man, his skin quickly changing from bronze to a lighter shade and he becoming smaller and slightly less muscular. "I really came because I had sensed something up here, and it just wasn't the lust y'know. You seem like your in a bad situation, the church probably shoving itself down your throat to become Mr. Perfect Exorcist, no free time for yourself, Hell you probably have no free will to go along with it." He walked up closer to the man, but this time not invading his personal space but merely just walking to him. "I consider myself a being who gives guys like you a little bliss from their stressful lives, besides...I have other ways of getting my 'food' if you get what I mean." He gave a wink and leaned against one of the pews for support while his eyes trailed once again up and down the man. "So, it looks like we'll be getting to know eachother....aren't we?" He turned to face the knife, still glinting in the dim fires of the candles in the distance. "Or you could keep up this little practice fight for a little bit more, I could use more exercise to get my blood pumping, heh heh."

He simply stood there, waiting for the exorcist to make his choice, in the meantime he eyed himself in a polished mirror and decided to change his appearances in the meantime, changing from a lithe smaller man all the way to the giant warriors that the town seed infrequently. Certaintly, regardless of the man's choice, he was going to have one Hell of a time!
 
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