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Virtuous Circle: Chapter 1
Conway Agnusdei was once an insignificant man. In most part, this was because of his desire to stay insignificant and avoid attention even if it were to kill him. He was stubborn, cynical, and, frankly, quite abrasive. All of this was to avoid friends and meaningful connections. All because of his occupation.
Conway, or as many would call 'Father Agnusdei', was a reliable exorcist. Reliable in that he arrived on time, did exactly what was required of him, and wasted no extra time on what he would consider frivolity. He was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect, most obedient robot. The feats he performed in front of people were simple and held no danger. This made him insignificant. He was not, however, insignificant.
Father Agnusdei moonlighted as a much more danger-prone exorcist. He would often enter the forests of villages that circled around with mystery and rumors about deadly demonic forces, only to remove them from the area. He risked his life often and consistently without ever taking credit, and preferred to never do so. His escapades carried so much danger that he found it best to put on an impossible personality so that others would leave him be. Any danger brought to them, in his mind, would be entirely the fault of him. It was a miserable mindset, but he survived on knowing no one would ever be roped into danger like him. His life expectancy as an exorcist was far longer than one would expect, too.
In the land of Eizoa, demons were common. Many were weak and easily dealt with by novice exorcists. Rarely were there more dangerous, fiendish creatures that lured out the sinful desires of many for the sake of devouring their life force or outright killing them. These kinds of demons were to only be dealt with by learned exorcists, of which there was little. Specialized exorcists such as that had a limited life expectancy and rarely made it past 25. Eizoa, because of this, has a tremendous turnover of exorcists and a terrible skew of novices compared to veterans and specialists. Conway was both a veteran and a specialist.
At 35, Conway lived a whole decade past the maximum life expectancy of a veteran specialist exorcist. His black, loosely waved hair was only just getting the smallest hints of silvering needling its way in, and his well-kept, silky trimmed beard was developing the same way. Behind his circle-framed glasses were deep, dark-brown eyes that always seemed uninterested, unimpressed, or pensive. His entire frame was quite masculine, too. He wasn't necessarily a muscle-junkie, but he was well-built, with developed pectorals one could heft with their hands, and nearly trunk-like thighs. His jaw wasn't entirely discernable, but thanks to how his beard was trimmed, it was clear that he had a squared jaw fitting for the rest of him. For Eizoa standards, he was nearly a flawless specimen of a man. Amazing, handful-providing ass and pecs, muscled like a brick wall, and an all-around clean look. He even stood relatively tall, at around eight heads. He sported a light olive skin-tone that had been deepened by excessive sun.
At the time, Conway was in a chapel in a small town. Even within a small town, he noted chapels get an overabundance of attention. The building was mansion-sized and built with stone instead of wood. Well-kept gardens and courtyards, even. It was egregious. A testament to Eizoan fear of the demonic.
"Father Agnusdei," A man's voice echoed out from down the chapel hall. Conway turned to see the priest of the chapel approaching slowly, a portly man late into his elderly years. "We've word of a shrine on the outskirts of town. Rumors have begun to spin that it is possessed with terrible misfortunes. I would tend to it myself, but I am not as fit as I once were."
"It's alright, Father, no need to wheeze over it." Conway responded with a tone that was more concerned with the length of the conversation than the subject. "I'll handle it."
"Thank you, Father Agnusdei." The old man bowed in respect, seemingly unbothered by Conway's snapping.
With the brief conversation handled, Conway took his leave briskly. He did not enjoy being surrounded by crowds or people. His intentionally abrasive personality led to an inadvertent development of genuine antisocial and asocial behavior. It bothered him even more that, because of his relatively youthful looks for his age, young people - who were more sociable - tried often to make acquaintances with him.
That was all just problems for another time, though, as he made his way on foot out of the town and on a footpath that wound its way towards the shrine the old priest mentioned. These footpaths were common in smaller towns, and shrines equally. Few found it necessary to travel often, and towns that were small got little trade revenue, so it was always a debt to take in a horse for travel. Even if it would take days to get somewhere, they often settled simply for footpaths. Thankfully, it appeared this shrine was only a couple of hours away with a consistent walking pace.
As he walked, Conway considered what kind of demon was inducing the misfortune of people at the shrine. It was likely a common or uncommon demon, as most powerful demons would often rather devour souls or vitality than play something as mischievous as bestowing temporary misfortunes. It wasn't uncommon for any demon to be found at a shrine, either, as they seemed to enjoy the tragedy of a shrine defiled by corrupted forces, so that couldn't be an example to rule something out. Either way, if he were to enter the shrine, the demon would likely try tempting him.
Novice exorcists had a common problem: they fell into temptation easily. For an exorcist to be unable to be swayed by desire, they were expected to nip their worldly lust in consistent ways. Novice exorcists had a difficult time negating temptation because of the lack of regulation in that regard. Specialists, however, were only allowed to become such titles if they underwent testing and agreed to become chaste. To the exorcist organizations, this meant penetration had to be stifled, and since all exorcists were reportedly male, specialists were required to agree to be caged. This was a fact only known to organizations, and none were proud enough of their occupation to reveal that their cocks had been stuffed into tight, eternally locked cages. These cages were inscribed with runes that prevented demon tampering of even the most deific entities, and thus it was a vital, pivotal tool to prevent exorcist possession and death. This did not stop many lesser demons from trying, though, and it never worried Conway, thanks to the cage.
Demons were often shapeless, usually using illusions or mental manipulation to have their victims fall into temptation. They often possessed the bodies of highly attractive men and women to lure novice exorcists to their doom, and induce blue-balls into specialists as some proverbial middle-finger. The rarer demons often took shape without possession, usually as monsters, but there had recently been reports from other specialists that demons have been taking on more human forms. Even the more shapeless beings had found enough power to become tangible and take on the shape of man. It was concerning, and implied something was stirring, but any further thought on the matter was stopped as he realized he had arrived at the shrine gate.
The shrine was stylized oddly, at least upon inspection of the towering gate doors. It was ornamentally stylized, with heavy notes on the colors red, gold, and black. The roofing seemed tiled for the wall surrounding the shrine. It was, for all purposes, somewhat unnatural for central Eizoa. The style was something more oft-found in the south-easternmost parts of Eizoa.
Conway took an ornamental knocker and loudly knocked it against the black-chestnut gate and then waited. A few minutes go by and he does the same. He reached his hand out to knock again after a few more minutes of waiting when a smaller door etched into one gate opened up.
"Hello-AGH!" A shrine tender poke his head through the door and immediately dove back in, leaving the door cracked open.
Conway made his way in quickly, thinking that a dangerous force had pulled away the tender, but when he arrived on the other side, the tender seemed to be recovering from a fall. The exorcist wanted to chastise the man, but as the tender finally got his footing, it was apparent the man was completely unprepared for visitors. Or perhaps he was just unprepared for anything.
The shrine tender was a couple heads shorter than Father Agnusdei, more in-line with an average woman's height that Conway towered over. He was portly, with a round, smooth belly and squeezable, but not sagging moobs. His arms and legs were thick from fat instead of muscle definition, and his ass was suffering a similar fate. His hair was black like Conway's, but straight and greasy. Like Conway, his hair seemed shoulder length, but the tender kept his own in a low ponytail that was holding most of his hair, save for some free flyers. His eyes were a glacial blue, hiding behind outlandish, geometric heart-shaped glasses with ombre tinted lenses. His face was soft and round as well. He looked and smelled unclean.
"You don't often expect visitors at your shrine?" Conway asked, more referencing the tender's attire.
The tender was wearing a stylized, black happi that had blue and red hearts dappled all over the fabric and rested at just-below his waist and halfway down his ass. It actually looked quite traditional for south-eastern Eizoa and was made of good quality fabric, too. However, the happi was completely untied, showing that he was entirely shirtless and pantless, wearing a well-tied, red fundoshi. The front, loose hanging square of fundoshi barely covered his rounded, albeit ample, bulge. As Conway looked down, he noted that the tender had on traditional clogs, geta, and the socks that accompanied them. His attire was proper, save for the glasses, but some of it was out of season and much of it wasn't fully donned. Conway did note, at least, that the tender seemed of south-eastern Eizoan origin. The man's skin was pale, his eyes more narrow than Conway's and he held the straight, usually crow-black hair of many south-eastern Eizoans. He also looked to be in his late 20s or perhaps he'd just turned 30.
"What?! Are you referring to my state of dress, sir?" The tender replied in comically exaggerated shock. "I just so happen to sleep like this!"
"A happi isn't normally worn as a pajama article." Conway stated plainly.
"What are you here for, anyway?! Are you a judge of fashion, or are you here to pray?" The tender responded with exaggerated anger. His behavior surely was odd to Conway, though that may be due to a lack of socializing.
"I'm here to cleanse the shrine of some unruly minor demon causing travelers misfortune when they pray here." The priest answered and introduced himself. "I'm Father Agnusdei."
To many, Conway didn't look like an exorcist. He looked like a well-dressed man. Black slacks, dress shoes, a black button-up with sleeves rolled up past his elbows with the top three buttons undone, and black leather gloves. He didn't project as an exorcist, more as someone that was busy, with a color scheme that told people he couldn't be bothered to talk. The shrine tender shrugged at this announcement.
"I haven't heard of any misfortunes," He explained in a plain tone. "And I work here 24 hours a day, all year."
"Thankfully someone's here to do a better job at paying attention than you, then." The priest snapped back and moved around the tender to make his way to the prayer shrine.
Just as Conway had suspected, this entire shrine seemed to be stylized in south-eastern Eizoan architecture. Sliding doors in place of walls, raised platforms for floors, and a well-kept garden and pond in the atrium. Conway pondered why this was, considering the town was not of the same style. Perhaps the shrine came first, or maybe it was unaffiliated with the town. That would make more sense, considering its distance.
"You're just going to storm past me? No waiting for an introduction?" The tender caught up with Conway, his belly bouncing as he did, reducing itself to a wobble with slower steps to stay next to the exorcist. "Well, I'm Shrine Master Kazuki Kato."
"I'm not interested in an exchange of niceties. I'm here only to do my job. You can go back to sleeping or whatever else it is you were doing." Conway responded plainly, arriving at a stone stairway that led up to the shrine for prayer. He turned to give another once-over of Kazuki, noticing a patch of dark pubic hair breaching the sides of his fundoshi. "... Or at least get dressed."
Kazuki once again responded in a shocked face, but Conway didn't give it any weight. Instead, he began making his way up the stairs, noting that Kazuki wasn't scrambling to keep up with him anymore. At the top of the stairs was a fairly barren sight. The grounds were well kept, but there weren't many ornaments, nor was there much foliage to accentuate the shrine. It was just an area of prayer and nothing more.
The statue was of a spirit of nature, it seemed. Eizoa had an inconsistent pantheon of deities. There were many, and all of them often ruled over a specific sphere. Some were deities, though. Instead, the lesser powers were often called 'spirits' or, in other regions of Eizoa, 'eidolons'. Conway thought `spirits' was a more concise term. The issue with this pantheon of gods and spirits was that, depending on the region, there may be more or less of them, or the names would be wildly different. It was impossible to tell whom the statue represented, but the way statues were stylized would usually give away the realm of influence, as shown by this statue's woodland motif.
Conway approached the shrine and looked around it. It had certainly fallen from grace thanks to the weather openly eroding it. At the foot of the statue, the praying mat specifically, there was a painting of a family, with a note on the back expressing gratitude for the shrine's faithful family, the Fujiwaras. The priest assumed they must be long dead, and Kazuki left this as an homage to old lineage. He set the photo back down and channeled the holy blessing from within him.
The world of Eizoa held in it a strange energy. Some fantasizers would call it magic, some scholars may call it psionics, but most called it 'aether', as they believed it traveled by air and sea currents and hid in the clouds where most can't reach. Very few people could control this energy. Exorcists were some of the few, and often it would not come to them until they were well-worn veterans. While the energy could be used for practically anything given enough of it, it was used by veteran exorcists - and the lucky novices - to exorcize demons. It was a very effective tool in doing so, especially for the more learned of the craft.
Conway was gathering his focus, steeling his wits, and using the aether to sense demonic forces and pull them out of the statue. He could hear behind him Kazuki catching up and paid him little mind. As he focused, a dark mist seeped out of the statue and swirl around it. The atmosphere became heavy and even the most inept could sense a dark presence around.
"Terrible, terrible, terrible! Ruined... I've been found out!" A scratchy voice croaked out of the mist as Conway moved his hand to direct a palm at the statue. "I can grant you anything... anything at all! Sex? You can have it! Money? All yours! Don't! Wait! Wait-!"
The demon attempted to bargain, but the exorcist had heard every spiel under the sun. His palm glowed with iridescent colors and the mist began breaking away into cracks of light as the demon scrambled for a response. With a final snap of his fingers, Conway had reduced the mist into nothing. All that was left was the fading corrupted energy of a demon.
Conway turned to see Kazuki looking uncomfortable, but ignored it and made to walk away. He then noticed something he'd never seen before. The demonic energy around the statue was not diminishing. Instead, it was funneling its way into Kazuki, who seemed to realize he had been caught. Conway aimed his hand at Kazuki and positioned his finger in a snapping motion.
"Possession? I think I see now... you two were working in tandem." Conway analyzed. Kazuki went even paler as he realized what was about to happen. "I didn't know demons could absorb each other, but I won't let you get any stronger-"
"Wait! I'm not possessing anyone! Don't kill me, please! I had nothing to do with the shrine being possessed!" Kazuki yelled as he scrambled to kneel and beg. "The family was long-gone when I got here. I just wanted to live in peace."
"Peace? I don't believe that from a measly demon." Conway scoffed.
"No, please! I-I was here way before the misfortune started happening! That demon arrived recently, you know that, yes?" Kazuki scrambled to explain himself. Conway noted he seemed honest, truly.
The priest was now in a conflicting spot. The demon was claiming to have no possession of anyone, but he had a tangible human form. He even had clear hygiene issues. Few had visited the shrine, and none of the rumors remarked on the odd behavior of the shrine tender. Had no one even seen Kazuki when they visited? That would be a point of conversation, surely. Especially considering his choice in attire. Conway lowered his hand warily.
"This is... odd. This is very odd. The reports were mentioning this, but I didn't imagine it was to this extent..." Conway said to himself, mostly regarding earlier reports of lesser demons taking human forms. His gaze then returned to being intimidating and determined. "Strip."
"Uwah! What?!" Kazuki shouted in shock as he scrambled to his feet. "That's the response?!"
"You say you aren't possessing anyone. I've never seen a demon take a form like that. I can't even detect that you're a demon." The priest elaborated as he glared at Kazuki. "I need to check if there are any flaws in such a defense. Anything. Discoloration, a tail, a lack of anatomy. If there are none... I'm at a loss of what to believe and what to do with you."
Kazuki looked thoroughly rattled, but complied. It was a sound argument, but a wild request. He quickly removed all of his clothes, which confirmed visual suspicion to Conway of his state of body hair. The shrine demon had no body hair save for his armpits and crotch. His groin also had a noticeable quirk.
As Conway made a closer inspection of the demon's body, noticing that all seemed very human-like, he stopped at the demon's groin. Kazuki didn't dare move in fear and Conway was currently on his knees, a few inches away from the groin. Kazuki's balls drooped low, in the same way an old man's would, yet the skin looked youthful. His balls were also incredibly large. Not inhuman, but one of the many outliers in size rarely seen. In contrast to that, though, his penis was tiny. It was for all purposes a micropenis. It didn't even stand at an inch long, though it seemed to have average thickness. The head was wrapped and hidden in foreskin surrounded by a bush of pubic hair, all bunched up against the demon's body. It didn't seem hard or soft at a glance, and Conway didn't want to dwell on it.
"Your body anatomy is odd. Are you sure you aren't possessing someone?" Conway looked up at Kazuki who was too afraid to look down at him.
"I'm sure... w-why?" He shakenly asked in response.
"Your testicles are quite large and low-hanging like an old man's, but your penis is incredibly small." Conway explained. "I feel as though, if you were taking your own form, you'd choose one with desirable traits."
"Demons don't choose a form..." Kazuki explained in response. "The ones I have seen and knew of before I arrived here all had similar groins and equally... uh... 'non-conventionally attractive' body types."
Kazuki was trying not to insult himself or other demons with his wording, and Conway found it odd to be having a very human conversation with an inhuman being. Though it was good to know that a telltale sign was obvious with some work in finding it. It was also ironic. Demons had a proficiency in manipulation and would use the bodies of conventionally attractive people to lure others. With this recent development of losing that edge, but potentially gaining a way to absorb others' power, this was already proving an incredibly odd discovery.
"Uh... Father Agnusdei?" Kazuki questioned, shyly rubbing his hands together.
Conway snapped out of his sudden stupor to notice that he had dove his face into the musky, unwashed bush of the demon. He quickly leaned back, his nose having been touching against the opening of Kazuki's foreskin and leaving a connecting string of pre-cum between the two that quickly fell apart. Conway noticed that Kazuki's small penis was now an inch long, so he must have gotten aroused by this. The priest quickly wiped the ball grease off of his lips and stood up.
"W-well... I see no reason to get rid of you now. However..." Conway turned away for a moment to compose himself, smelling the potent, pungent musk in his nose. He turned back to give a stalwart gaze to the shrine demon. "I think it would be safest if I monitored you. If you don't want to be exorcized, I suggest you comply. I can't exactly let you roam free, and I need to understand you fully to complete a report for other specialist exorcists."
"So, you aren't going to kill me?!" Kazuki beamed and jumped in joy, his body fat bouncing about. "Well, we can do whatever then! I'll travel the world forever if it means I can just keep existing."
"Wonderful..." Conway responded wearily. He could already tell this demon's boisterous personality was going to overwhelm him. "There are beds and rooms at this shrine, yes? I'd like to rest for the day. I've traveled for hours."
"Y-yes, Father Agnusdei, this way!" Kazuki stammered.
The demon trotted down the stairs from the prayer shrine quickly and waited for Conway at the bottom. Conway could only imagine how unkempt the rest of the shrine must be considering Kazuki's clear lack of regard for personal hygiene. Though, he proposed to himself that may have been due to minor demons having not had any previous corporeal forms, so they had no real concept of hygiene. Regardless, he couldn't wait to finally get to sleep.