[ WP ] The more intense one 's sins and vices are , the more the Demon within them is shown on the outside .

Allen walks down the street, hurriedly, already late for his meeting. 
 
 `` Why is there a fucking Starbucks on every lane, teasing me. It's like they know I'm late.'' he thought. He knew he was useless without his caffeine fix, but he just did n't have the time. 
 
 A man, suit, tie, head down while texting, one of the many useless fucks who prance around New York wasting air, slams right into Allen. The man does n't even look up, even though Allen almost ended up sprawled out on the sidewalk. 
 
 `` Hey, watch it!'' Allen shouts at the fleeing suit. 
 
 The man turns to face him, and shrugs his shoulders, as if daring Allen to say something else. 
 
 Allen stares for a moment, then begins to twitch. His face reddens, and his face starts to contort, shaping into a devilish grin. His limbs begin to elongate, and he stands straight, trying to be even more imposing on the now tiny figure. 
 
 `` Hey, you!'' Says a policeman, standing off to the right. 
 
 Allen turns and glares at him, trying to strike him down with a single look. 
 
 `` Get your Wrath in check! Do n't make me report you!'' Says the policeman. 
 
 Allen twitches, and begins to shrink, his face turning back to normal and his body its regular skinny shape. 
 
 `` Sorry officer.'' Allen mutters to the policeman, admittedly feeling ashamed of himself for having another episode. 
 
 `` Do n't let it ha- Hey!'' 
 
 The cop turns away from Allen and runs over to a hot dog stand, where a grotesque purple being, shoving every available dog into his gullet. 
 
 Every damn day something happens just on Allen's route to work alone. Whether it's a fat guy being Gluttonous at a food stand or a loner Lusting at some hookers, no one can keep their sin in check forever.
