Shizuo is a priest while Izaya is a demon- a demon of his past. He wants to prey on Shizuo's soul. Inquisition era, witch hunt.
"Dear lord- holy and hallowed by thy name be." A young priest walked solemnly at the floors of the empty church- the hollow echo of his footsteps reverberating powerfully, fully clad in a white colored robe. His hat bears the crest of the cross- in his lips an incantation for the holy one- he doesn't flinch when he heard the thunder blaring outside. The priest's hair was blond- and his eyes bears the soft hue of mocha brown. He looked at the cross- his eyes pained as he reached the spot in front of the altar- he folded his legs in a manner of respect- he looked at the statue- a statue built perfectly to the Lord's likeness.
"Please forgive me my sins as I would forgive another's. And that I," his voice quivered with passion- "I shall be forgiven for the sin I have committed, lowly and humble human as I am."
"That even today I shall not resort to violence. And strive to make peace with myself and humanity."
Heiwajima Shizuo had been a priest for 9 years- he had been devout since he was a little kid, listening with awe and fervor the bible studies that came from the lips of his gentle, sweet, loving mom. He had been trying to uphold the laws that had been exacted by the God.
Offer your right cheek to be slapped when your left is slapped.
Heiwajima Shizuo had tried to be patient- so monstrously patient that he would tremble with intense rage- and suddenly the image before him will blur away.
Shizuo had only been 8 when he first noticed his superhuman power.
Shizuo had only been 8 when he realized that he had committed something the lord would never forgive- violence and murder.
Shizuo had only been 8 when he saw that a slight hit from his fist could kill a bigger child.
Shizuo had only been 8 when he came face on to the fact that he's a monster...
His brother- Heiwajima Kasuka, who had been an eyewitness of the incident, had covered up for him. He told their parents that the boy had been far too excited- too eager and had fallen in accident to a nearby lake, head on. Had bled and died, a pitiful accident.
But both of them knew better than that.
Both of them knew that Shizuo was a killer.
He had tried to repent, he had spent years locking himself in the room after that incident, he had spent sleepless night condemning himself as a monster beyond salvation, he had spent decades trying to convince himself that the deed was done without intention, and he had spent eternity to convince himself that he knew what he's doing.
Shizuo went to a nearby church convent to repent, the old, eccentric priest named Tom had accepted him with an open arm- his smile not twitching when Shizuo told him the truth- that he was and is a monster, and he told Shizuo a single statement that Shizuo would never, ever forget.
"Everybody sinned. Everybody will be forgiven."
He had repeated the words again and again, in a sort of frenzy mantra. That even he could be saved. That's what led him to be a priest.
He wished he could be as gentle as the Lord, who led people to the right path, he wished he could forgive who had trespassed against him. Yet the urge of violence grew inside of him. He knew he was a living contradiction- he never wished for any human to be hurt. He never wished for any one he cares to be dead.
They were having a quiet dinner, Tom and Shizuo. The room has that odd kind of silence which comforts Shizuo. There was always an odd incense that Tom would use- the one that have an odd, sweet and sickly scent. Shizuo never complained about it- this place is his sanctum, and no one- not even himself shall rob him of it.
"Shizuo- you." Tom begins, his eyes glistening as he looked at Shizuo. "Do you want to go for the Inquisition? They were recruiting young men, who wants to join the inquisition."
Shizuo finds his eyes twitching. So Tom had noticed. That Shizuo doesn't belong in such a holy place, that the witch hunt which bled so many blood was the place where he's meant to be. That Shizuo had been itching for some violence and the monster inside him is threatening to break down.
He took a final gulp from the goblet of water given to him. He hesitates before he said, "Yes, Tom san. I will join the inquisition."