Zen C u r r y (Rayze)

[Cosmos VanZandt]

Cos sat on the steps to the Monastry with a white bowl in one hand, a pair of black chopsticks in the other.
A few passers-by shook their head in disdain at his obvious lack of respect for the place but he merely hissed at them in between mouthfuls of tofu and steamed vegetable broth. He did love a good "Zen" curry. The Zen was from the temple, the curry well.. it sorta sells itself really.

Cos sucked each finger savouring the soy and vegetable mixture as he finished his bowl and then slurped at the dregs. He was thin, stupidly thin - caused by the heroin and the lack of appetite in his mortal life - but God did he love to eat now. It was verging on gluttonous as he relished the knowledge that he'd never get fat and die.
"Finger lickin', tastes like chicken," He muttered to himself tossing the bowl aside and watching it shatter, a perfect picture of fragility. Cos just couldn't leave something intact, even in Limbo he left a wake of destruction like a rampaging elephant.

Cosmos stood up and stretched himself backwards nimbly folding himself over feet to hands to feet and upright again. He was a rather undisciplined artiste. At least he'd big himself up to be.
"This whole town is dead. Dead boring," he glared at some Jana Priest skuttling up the stairs like an anxious crab and bared an evil grin as they went running. More so than the Dulcie, the Jana made him sick. They were like footstools to the Angels. Complete idiocy. If anything is this place was pointless it was them. "Yeah, yeah run off like the coward you were born to be..." He rolled his eyes and settled his eye across the view ready to make some more mischief at least.

[rayze finley]

so obviously desperate

"NOW GO AND FIND THAT WEASLEY SCUM OF A MAGGOT AND BRING HIM TO ME THIS INSTANT" roared Razye, a crash as a golden bowl hit the side of the monastery and two priests went running from the room, a small smirk over Rayze's whitened lips.
He just couldnt believe how people could be so spineless. The man had killed, a cold blooded brutal murder, and once your a demon down here you cant repent.
Not when Satans already part of you
But apparently Michael didnt understand that, thus it was Rayze's duty to find him and..hammer it into him. He was a demon, he hadnt found his reason for being here and had fallen down the right path.
So why he would want to 'repent' was far beyond Rayze, floating about in heaven talking about making the world a better place was hardly the best way to spend eternity.
Especially when you could spend it making more demons and taking over.
Far more fun..and worthwhile.

So Rayze was going to teach this demon a lesson hed never forget. He hadnt been a demon long, just over a year perhaps but he always had been quite the social climber, thus earning himself more personal erands from the man himself.
Of course why he was here still cut him inside..he would never forget the look on his lovers face as he fell motionless to the grou nd, blood pouring from him..the sense like something had been ripped from you.
He had been told t hat murder takes the tiniest bit of your soul away which is why most murderers under up here as lost souls, sinners or demons, but whether that was just rumour he was unsure.

He turned from the now slightly-more destroyed room and out in to the open, a small hiss conjouring a light black tint infront of him to protect from the overly bright, and somewhat annoying sunlight. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small black box from within taking what looking like a mortal cigarette and lighting it with fire from his fingertips. Taking a drag he looked about when he saw someone, a somene he knew.
"What're you doing here?" he asked no tone in his voice just a question. He was yet undecided what he felt about Mr.VanZandt.

so desperately obvious

[Cosmos VanZandt]

Cos could hear a great ruckus from inside the monastry but he being who he was couldn't be bothered with finding out what was going on. Instead he flopped down onto his back, basking in the sun, and let one arms lay limp over the stone steps and the other rest on his chest.
Propping one knee to form a triangle shape, leg to foot to stone, he closed his eyes and enjoyed listening to the chaos from within.
He was dressed rather modestly in a pair of black, baggy jeans and a brightly coloured "retro" t-shirt with a design on it of some long since forgotten video game. He wore no shoes, he could hardly be bothered with them these days. His feet still burnt from his walk to Satan's door.

A shadow fell over his face as Rayze left the builing and Cos shielded his eyes to peer at who was being so rude and stealing his sun. Some Demon.. Ho hum.
The outline was the same as every other demon, but Cos knew this particular Demon hanger-on as Rayze. They weren't what you'd call close but most of the time Cosmos was too much of a Sloth to argue over it.

"Yo Mofo," replied Cos in his most annoyingly chipper voice as he sat up to face Rayze properly and pulled the soles of his feet together and inward like some strange lotus flower, "Whatchoo doing around here eh?" Cosmos was a slave to slang, a piece of gum in his mouth, always chewing and a big slave to winding people up. A smirk formed on his lips gently, "I ain't a-telling 'till you does Love."