"It was easy. I had none of the problems you imagined you would have if you killed someone. I didn't regret losing any opportunities he might have still presented. I didn't think I was doing something wrong taking life away. Witnessing this didn't terrify me. Am I so much better than you used to be? Or were you simply a coward?" Izaya mused from behind his desk. He was dressed in the weirdest attire he'd ever donned, the usual collection of coats and parkas supplemented with comforters and towels forming a cloak of sorts. "Do you remember what Simon told you? I think he was right about your cowardice."

The old Izaya observed him with contempt in his eyes, sitting at the edge of the desk by his side, dressed in his usual all black attire.

Losing his good looks was about the only thing Izaya regretted.

"So you're a murderer now. Way to go." The old Izaya commented.

Psyche sobbed at his other side, hugging a plushie squid tightly. He had been crying for hours. In fact, he had been persistently crying in Izaya's mind ever since that had happened. It was beyond annoying.

At least the other two hadn't appeared on that day. The old Izaya probably had stopped them from showing up consciously, since he must have been aware that He was coming, which was to be expected on a day like that.

"Was it a sacrifice to your new God?" The old Izaya asked, his voice as annoying as Psyche's sobs.

Izaya smiled with superiority at the stupidity his other selves displayed.

But He was coming for real.

Искѹситєл҄ь. [Iskusitelĭ]

"What's this nonsense with the Old Church Slavonic anyway?" The old Izaya sighed, glancing at the Bible in a language that had no uses whatsoever that Izaya had been studying these past few months. Granted, it was similar enough to Russian for him to understand a lot of it but ever since his new self had started thinking in it he felt as if it was all a plan to shut him off for good. And he didn't like that. "And why won't you simply call Him Дьявол. [Dyavol]"

"Дьѣволъ. [Dĭěvolŭ]" Izaya corrected him absent-mindedly.

"I'm scared." Psyche said softly, his lower lip trembling. The plushie squid he was hugging was stained with blood. That, combined with how unnaturally wide his magenta eyes were, made for a sight almost as disturbing as Izaya's layered clothes.

The old Izaya sighed in exasperation. Being surrounded by fools in what used to be his own mind was such a disaster. Not to mention this... apparition or whatever it was.

Quite conveniently, it was looking like him too, except its red eyes were burning with intense light and a black cloak was covering its body completely, merging with the darkness at its feet. The vibes it was giving off were making it believable as what it claimed to be.

"Congratulations, Izaya. Another commandment broken. Not that these should be on your mind."

The old Izaya's eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck are you?" He asked the apparition.

"I may be your arrogance taken to the logical extreme but do you really think that it could be all I am?"

The plushie squid hit the apparition on its head. They all turned to look at Psyche.

"Get the fuck out of my mind, you monsters! All of you!"

It was impossible to continue any civilized conversation with him screaming like that.