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| Juicesir | June 5, 2011, 10:01 pm Post #51 |
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She cut into her steak. Ben had a fleeting rush of indignation as she hadn't even allowed him to toast this event, but he rationalized it. Sure, she had a crush on him, and sure the night was going well, but for her this wasn't as big. She didn't have the grand plans Ben did, so of course she wouldn't have wanted to immortalize the event as he had. He shrugged, imperceptibly, and picked up his wine. He decided he would follow suit and begin with the steak. The wine would be that much better when he was able to take them both through the process of how it made the flavors really come out from it. Ben took a bite. Soft, succulent, moist. It was the right mixture of garlic, but honestly, he had wished for more time to make a proper marinade. It wasn't his best but that was by Ben's standards. For him, it was almost always never tasty enough, never smoky enough, never sweet enough. Always a search for the better flavor. But he had to admit: for the time he had had and the preparations he had worked with, it had turned out almost perfectly right. Ben smiled, and he was pleased to see her smiling equally. He began to talk, the idea not yet quite realized. Should he start with her life, how she had found him, or what? But the idea never left his lips. Suddenly, and without explanation, another bout of dizziness came on. No, I have to focus, don't let this happen. He was not going to let this nervousness overcome him. He had to push through. He took a few calming breathes, and decided to press on. "So Nicole, how have you..." the words died in his mouth. Clamminess was now setting on, and he felt nauseous, cold, and almost shivery. NO! This was not happening, he had to just let go of the issues he was feeling. He thought calm thoughts, took deeper breathes. But then he realized something. This was not about his nerves. His mind was relatively calm, but his body was beginning to sicken itself. There was a moment of perfect calm, a moment where all concerns left his mind and he was neither nervous nor scared for his life. And then the moment was gone. Pain, frustration, unknowing. What the fuck was going on? Was it the steaks? Had the meat been off somehow? He'd preserved it perfectly, done everything within his power to prepare it well and cook it through. If it was the steaks that were off, then Nicole was in serious trouble. Ben couldn't focus. "Oh dear, Ben... You don't look so well..." "No, I'm not. Listen," he swallowed hard, trying to clear the feeling and looked up at her, "Nicole, don't eat anymore of the steak, there's ipecac in the bathroom. Go get it. I think the steaks may be..." but then he saw her. She was smiling, clear and plainly smiling, apparently totally unaffected by her meat. That bitch! She poisoned his steak!? What the hell was going on?!? And then she told him. Representing the sins? What was that even about? Ben listened with growing anger. She poisoned my food. He didn't care about the bullshit recruitment. He didn't care that she wanted to get him for some stupid little group. She had poisoned his food. If it had been the wine, he would have been almost as truly pissed as he was now if not for the fact that he hadn't made it. The steak was his. He had labored over it, shaped it to near perfection, and now she had spat on it. She had defiled all of his work, all of his preparation. For what? To force him to join some league of evil or whatever it was? Ben's mind raced through the onset of the poison. He tried to make sense of what was going on. One thing he knew, above all else, was that this woman had hurt him deeply. She had come into his house, under false pretenses, and fucked with his food and cooking. And that was unacceptable. But...why? A small voice in the back of his racing mind peeked through, briefly, as if it had never been there. But Ben did ask himself the question. He began to toy with it. Why did the food matter so much? Was he so focused on her upsetting his perfect little ideal life that he didn't care that his was ending as he thought? Was this honestly what he had come to? All about the style, the life, the food, the drink. Was this all that made him up? He struggled through this torturous revelation, this terrible epiphany of his existence, all the while heaving and sweating, and stepping every closer to death. After the few moments it had taken him to think all of this, he looked up at her. "You," he heaved a little, "bitch. You fucking piece of shit!" Ben stood up. He hated this woman, whoever she was, for destroying him. For taking away his ideal, for forcing him to shatter it himself, and now for killing him. She was breaking him down to his barest elements, the heart of his own sin. And she didn't even give a fuck about it. Ben stumbled up to his feet. His mind was thrown, his balance shot. His hands turned palest white, showing the slowly turning green of his veins, as he clenched painfully to support his standing. He stared at her, shaking violently and dying before her. But he wanted her to know. He wanted her to see this and know how much he hated her for what she was doing to him. What am I? He could feel his legs give out before he broke. Falling to his seat, he gave up resisting. In that moment, he let it all die, every bit of himself. His head hung, his arms were left askew, and he allowed himself this moment of true despair to just play out. It was a few more moments before he roused himself from this. He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands. Pale, sickly green, the life was being drawn from his entire being. He sighed a shaky, bitter sigh. This can't be it. He wasn't prepared to accept this as his end. It was true he was worthless. At this moment, he was less than nothing. But he didn't want to die. He knew he should have, but he couldn't do it. 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| Dream | June 6, 2011, 1:01 am Post #52 |
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Envy sat in the cab in silence, a smile plastered on her face. Everything went well. She watched out the window as the police and fire workers rushed off toward the source of the bright orange glow. "I couldn't let anyone else have the house." she stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "it was too beautiful to leave for their pathetic enjoyment." She didn't bother to hide her possessiveness from her new brother. He above anyone could understand some of what she was going through. He had a sin of his own, after all. They arrived at the airport a short time later, and Envy was getting nervous. She hadn't been around that many people in such a long time. Everywhere she turned, she felt as though someone would recognize her. She didn't exactly know why she was so afraid of being recognized, but she was. She found herself fidgeting with her hair. She was standing to Wrath's side, close enough to show that they knew each other, but far enough that she could be unassociated with him in an instant if something went wrong. She felt him grab her hand, and allowed herself to be pulled closer to him. She didn't know why he wanted her there, but she just went with it. For some reason, Envy couldn't take her eyes off the woman behind the counter. It wasn't that the woman was especially beautiful, Envy was, without a doubt, more attractive then her. It was her necklace that caught the sin's attention. If it weren't for the fact that Wrath had just received the tickets to the flight, Envy would most likely have done something about it. Instead, she ended up fighting against her desire, choosing to follow her brother. "South Dakota?" she asked once they were out of earshot of the woman at the counter. |
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| psy | June 6, 2011, 10:54 pm Post #53 |
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Greed “The same way I get into any country, resources and connections. With the occasional threat or seduction if foul play is required.” Greed responded to her travel concern with a questioning sideways glance in her general direction. The business reports certainly did not paint him as anything more than a businessman who dabbled in all sorts of high profile companies but surely by now Lust knew him better than she seemed to let on. Apparently not though as the questioning of their entry into France sounded sincere enough. Before any more words could be said their female companion started off with purposeful stride towards the terminal. Eventually she would have to learn more about him and vice versa, just as they all had to do with all of their other brothers and sisters. A task that was right up Greed's alley, his profession in fact. Luckily his brothers and sisters were all at least the slightest bit interesting so learning more about them had not become a chore so far. While he knew little beyond perhaps their names and a bit of their history, especially the less public siblings, he was slowly building a profile on all of them. A violation of privacy, certainly, but a necessary precaution nonetheless. All the way to the terminal he walked slightly behind his dear sister, with Pride walking along next to him. She certainly liked to be at the forefront of the situation and that feeling of importance she surely felt amused him to no end. There were other, more crude reasons for his falling behind as well but those were best kept to hushed tones. Though like all proper stories the tale of his wandering eyes ended in sadness as she pulled him ahead into her spotlight to play the role of the husband in some godawful one act play. Regardless of his feelings towards marriage, particularly to someone so suitably unfit in his eyes, he decided to play the role she'd given him for now. He straightened his back more so than before and allowed a false air of poise to flow about him, mimicking the same sort of aura his alleged wife had. His piercing, knowing eyes peered into the mind of the man who was inspecting them. This man's eyes wandered her form as well, and presented to Greed an opportunity that he could never pass up. The man looked over their passports and yet his eyes betrayed an unmistakable want for Greed's false wife. He looked like he was about to turn ravenous at any moment. As the man handed back the three passports, first Pride's, then Lust's and finally his own, Greed gave the man a clever looking smile that said, 'Yes, I'm hitting that.' The three of them walked through customs and disappeared into the hordes of people waiting for their flights. Greed glanced back at the man at the customs desk and saw a face that had certainly not been that red before. Perhaps out of embarrassment, perhaps anger, and perhaps a bit of both. Soon after he had glance backwards he felt the warm body at his arm pull away. It was at least a little bit depressing, people had such interesting reactions to watching such a misplaced couple coddle each other. As was often the case he also had his more crude reasons for such disappointment. The three of them continued to walk forward with Pride leading the pack now. Pride looked ready to murder the entire airport, and Greed was a little disappointed that he hadn't at least degraded a few chairs. “Our son looks ready to commit an atrocity. I have to wonder which side he gets that from.” he mused to both himself and Lust on their way to the gate. Once inside the plane Greed found himself placed next to his child on the verge of tantrum. He sat down without a word but the same thought was not reciprocated. Pride's warning was heard loud and clear but to him it was like bait. He settled into his chair, relaxing his shoulders finally after the long flight to France and all the nonsense they had gone through. His eyes darted around his general area before finally settling on looking out the window by Pride. “It's definitely from her side.” he concluded without regarding Pride at all. The plane rolled back and puttered over to the runway. The takeoff went without a hitch and they were soon flying far above the ground en route to America. Greed took the opportunity to sleep surprisingly soundly. When they arrived back at the airport only seventeen miles from the headquarters Greed was just as surprisingly well rested. He got off the plane in the company of Pride and waited outside the gate for their foreign companion with car keys in hand. |
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| Avariella | June 9, 2011, 6:35 pm Post #54 |
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The agony, confusion, suffering, and terror on the man's face was glorious. Sloth drank it in as if absorbing the finest of spirits, lids fluttering as she sighed contentedly. It was simply wonderful to see someone suffering before her and knowing she caused it. His sudden exclamation of "You" caused a malicious smile to curl along her lips, lids parting so she could watch the magnificent performance unfolding before her. "It's beautiful isn't it? The way it works through the system so quickly? I'm willing to bet you're in a lot of pain right now... Your muscles feel like they're on fire don't they?" Sighing contentedly she leaned against her chair. At least she could enjoy the scene until he finally gave in. "Well, well, well... That's no way to talk to the woman that can save you is it? The -only- woman, mind you. I would choose better words if I were you." He was standing from the chair now... This was the best part. This was when the victim attempted to gain control of their own body, to escape the torment happening to them, but his muscles would defy him. Legs would quiver and turn to rubber causing him to collapse to the floor. When he collapsed into the chair and went motionless, Sloth's expression went slack and disinterested. Was he going to die? He wasn't even going to beg for the antidote? Well...this situation had turned boring quickly. Jaw tightened in irritation she crossed her arms over her chest and growled with frustration, waiting for -something- to happen. Either he would die or he'd come to his senses and ask for the antidote, but for now he was simply....sitting there. Finally, when she felt like she might scream to make something occur, he spoke. Oh... He was giving in... "Wonderful!" she exclaimed, springing off her chair to go into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass she filled with water, spent a moment of concentration, and stirred her finger into the water. For a couple seconds it was cloudy, but then cleared, the antidote completely absorbed. With the antidote finished she returned with the glass, setting it in front of him. "You probably hate me... I hated the person that forced me to join too, but trust me. It's a much better existence. Now, drink that. We have a flight to catch to bring us back to the brotherhood where our leader will be waiting." She left his side so he could drink the antidote, settling back into her seat to wait for him to finish. As soon as he finished a quick text was sent to Pride to tell him Gluttony had been recruited and that they were on their way back to the Brotherhood. |
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| Juicesir | June 9, 2011, 8:19 pm Post #55 |
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The liquid slid down his throat and as just as soon as he had been sickened he was beginning to get well again. He breathed heavily, but much more slowly this time. There was no rush to it, he merely wanted to feel the air fill himself. He took these things for granted, and having just been pushed to the edge of death by a woman who had destroyed him so completely, he needed to recuperate. He set the glass down. The woman was presumably texting her boss, telling her of her success. How she had broken him and dragged him into this. Ben looked down at his plate. A part of him still seethed at the way she had poisoned the meal, but that part was no longer close. It no longer seemed a part of who he was. It was far away, echoing around what was. As he looked down at the plate of unfinished steak, he grinned. Still looking down to his plate, a strange comfort came over him and he spoke. "Did you at least enjoy the steak? Was the wine," he let the pause hold for a moment, "well matched? What did you think of the meal?" |
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| ravenroses | June 9, 2011, 10:04 pm Post #56 |
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The siblings made it onto the plane. Wrath was feeling a lot better. The flight was going to be boring but he figured a short nap could work in his favor, unless Envy had questions or more to say to him. He settled into the seat on the aisle. He scanned the people coming in. He spotted a child and narrowed his eyes. For now the child was quiet, eyes wide and staring up at his mother. He was waiting for the worst. Children were always loud on a flight. He hoped that that would be the only one on the plane. Once doors, closed and the people settled into their seats, Wrath listened. The people were all afraid, nervous, tired, drugged out, a mixture of the above. It was the same every flight. Then they took off. The flight attendants went through their opening speeches about saving your own life if the plane were to go down. He sighed. These speeches had gotten old. He had been on enough planes since he had joined the Brotherhood to last his entire lifetime. It seemed a few others were annoyed with the cheery voice over the speakers as well. When she finished speaking and started to come down the aisle when the drink cart, he turned to his sister. He remembered she had asked a question. "Yeah. South Dakota. The Void is located, well, around there. It's also where I left the car," he said. Wrath settled into the chair and looked forward. Wrath shut his eyes and cocked an eyebrow, "Anything else? We'll land in about two hours or so. We'll get home in three." |
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| akaiyu485 | June 10, 2011, 9:25 am Post #57 |
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Evie was lost: far, far away inside her own head. The rest of the world had simply fallen away as she held the dagger through the bracings that locked it to the wall. It was a thing of beauty. A ceremonial dagger from pre-Christian times, and simple little weapon, plain, and common, but for the elegance its simple vine-patterned overlay, twisting up the blade, to form a flower, a lotus she fancied, in the blade’s pommel. Evie allowed herself to become lost in the design, trying to concentrate on the spiralling tendrils, but it was no good. As each swirling tendril unfurled to an elegant point, she found herself back in the present, standing amongst her father’s hundreds artefacts should have been, thinking about how he had died. Murdered, she suspected. Most of the items had been auctioned off for charity, but the weapons he had tended to give away to friends and close family. It was no secret, the great charity man was also a martial arts fan. The great contradiction. Though he had never been particularly good at it, -never at ease with the idea of hurting someone,- her father had stuck with martial arts, and eventually discovered bo staffs. He had practiced under world renown masters until he was prolific. She had too; but until she was 16, she never once held one of the thousands of knives or swords or spears that so fascinated her as a child. But by the time it was too late; the beautiful weapons were too heavy, they didn’t sit right in her hand, and she could never use them right. She gave up after she nearly spun a sword around her hand. But by that age, that was ok with her. As much as she had wanted to be Joan of Arc as a child, to wield a pretty blade, the equal of any knight in shining armour, as an adult, she had become disillusioned, and content to look at the pretty but useless swords. ...The treasury had once held a lot of those.... Maybe that was what was bothering her, Evie thought to herself, I don’t like the fact this place is just a skeleton. Empty shell. All these beauties that she would never see again. A sudden impulse seized her. “Hey Evans?” She called, wondering where her father’s cheeky, young, non-convetional butler-type-guy had gotten to, as she walked back towards the staff section. Evans was supposed to be fetching whatever weapon her father had left to her, now that she had finally returned home. There was no reply, and she could no longer hear his footsteps. Maybe he was paged away or something. Shrugging her shoulders she turned to the wall. It was almost bare, just two remained of fifty odd staves. She picked up the one closest to her, a slightly too-elaborate club-headed thing of bronze, but it was chained to the wall. Irritated, she gave the chain an irritated tug. She’d only wanted to practice her patterns! So she slipped the ring that held it down to the middle of the stem, and giving it a small pinwheel in front of her, and stopped when she heard footsteps. “Evans?... Is that you?” She called, and the footsteps stopped. “Mother?” Still no answer, but the hair on the back of her neck was standing rigid. This time she gave the tug her full attention, bracing her leg against the wall until binding came clean off. If that was only Evans, fixing the wall was his own fault for trying to sneak up on her. If it was her mother, then she got out of paying for it instead. If neither… well it wouldn’t matter anyway. Swinging the staff out in front of her, Evie stepped out into the corridor of high empty weapon racks to face what she hoped was her own imagination. Edited by akaiyu485, June 10, 2011, 9:28 am.
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| Avariella | June 10, 2011, 5:20 pm Post #58 |
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Sloth was confused by her brother's questions. Why was he asking her if she enjoyed the steak and if she thought the wine was well matched? She had just poisoned him and he was still making an attempt at smalltalk? Strange man this one... Finishing the text she turned towards Ben and nodded. "The steak was delicious. Best I ever had, actually. I felt horrible having to poison it, but you didn't give me a chance to do anything else really. I suppose I could have poisoned the wine, but... the steak seemed the more likely of the two options. "As for the wine, I loved that as well. I felt it complimented the steak perfectly. Your friend was right in choosing that one. Now... we need to go. Our flight will be here soon and Pride won't be too happy if we're late getting back. I'm Sloth by the way. Welcome to the Brotherhood." |
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| Juicesir | June 10, 2011, 7:05 pm Post #59 |
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A smile, cold, malicious, pure and unadulterated in its hate, slowly and surely crept upon Ben's face. He still looked down at his plate, the once glowing meat now having lost its luster to the cold. And then, a small chuckle cracked his composure. He silenced it almost immediately and, still talking to his steak, the man began to speak. "I once knew a girl, a very beautiful girl. She was nothing like anyone who I had ever met. She was smart, funny, caring, and beautiful in her own way." The smile was now a smirk, a terrible little grin playing about his lips, growing ever larger with every word. "One night, I took her out to dinner, a dinner much in the style and loveliness of this one. We talked, and we laughed, and as we moved closer to one another in spirit and in desire, a luster grew about her face." As much as he smiled, he tried to keep the happiness and glee out of his voice. It was a monotone, almost bored with the story. "Dinner was finished, and we moved closer to one another. And as she let her clothes drop to the floor, and as she pulled me close to her, I found myself wanting her more, and more." He almost growled at these words, feeling a great, inexplicable laugh build up in himself. "After we made love, she laid there, the moonlight playing down upon her skin. And in her rest, in this repose," the smile reached it's limit, "I killed her." Ben's tone became informal, casual. A farmer talking about his stock. A fisherman talking about his catch. There was a certain subtle pride to the words now, but also a hint of something darker. The smile still remained. "I shaved and boiled away the hair from her scalp, stripped the skin from her meat and bone. I went through all the preparations of separating and storing the meet. She's now hanging in a freezer downstairs." Ben was visibly convulsing with barely suppressed laughter now. He slowly lifted his gaze to the woman, and if she was looking, she could see that there was a difference that now came over him. He was leaner, more toned, but also ravenous looking. A hunger, deep, and longing, played about his eyes. And his eyes themselves seemed all the blacker. He was thinner and more terrible than he had ever appeared as and as he spoke now he lifted his eyes to stare directly at her. "Human doesn't taste like pork or chicken. The people who say that have obviously never tasted it themselves. It's much more like beef, or veal. It's tender, and sweet, and full of flavor and juices that no cattle could get." He spoke slow, his teeth visible within the words. They seemed almost wolfish, inhuman. "I've found it hard to match wines to that flavor, but I think, this time, I managed to do it." Giggles erupted now, and the man tried to hold himself still. "It seems you are of my sin now as well, dearest Sister." Laughter. Evil, awful, long and twisted, broke from the man at the table. The human meat in front of him as well as the glass of wine trembled at his movements. And as he laughed, he let go of all that had been. There was no Ben. There was no Butcher. There was only Gluttony. And his hunger was for the world. The laughter never ceased, never let up. The man at the table used his arms to hold himself and support his raucous revenge on the woman who had utterly destroyed him. The laughter grew in immense amounts. And suddenly, it wasn't just the table that was shaking. The walls seemed to bend and sway. The floor began vibrating. The ceiling shook. The light bulbs flickered, and then shattered. Cracks ran across the ground at the man's feet. And the laughter just grew louder. He shook his fists, pounding them on the table in an awful happiness that was only his to keep. The house began to break and buckle, the table shattering and splintering under his new found power. He let the house fall around him. He let the drywall implode and the posts shatter and fall. He let the dust and destruction grasp him and hold him in it's absolute annihilation. He just kept pounding. And as the vibrations from his pounding and laughter grew, so did the house fall faster all around. This was his absolution. There was nothing left of him. The hunger he now felt was the emptiness inside him craving something he could never have. The man was nothing, and he let the building fall. As the shock waves emanated outwards from the building's total collapse, the ground beneath it shook. A small, isolated earthquake reverberated outwards from the wreck site, and it shook the neighborhood on the edge of the ocean nearly to its foundations. Eventually, the shocks subsided, the rolling of the street and houses calmed, and as a few neighbors came out into the street or peered out of their windows they witnessed a man leaving the wreckage of the ruins of a house. Gluttony stepped out into the night. He turned turned and looked at the destruction behind him. He smiled, small and joyless, and then turned to look at his Sister Sloth. "Shall we?" Edited by Juicesir, June 13, 2011, 8:13 pm.
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| Avariella | June 13, 2011, 11:40 pm Post #60 |
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Sloth had maintained control of this situation from the very moment she'd called his cell phone to schedule this little date. With that malicious smile creeping along her lips, though, she felt like that control was slipping away. He knew something and it was something so diabolically and deliciously evil that it was causing him to grin from ear to ear. Then...out of nowhere...he swept into storytelling. She listened as he spoke, spilling all the cliche details she'd heard hundreds of times from so many people. After a few moments her eyes were rolling and a bored sigh escaped her lips, lithe frame settling into the chair at the table again since it was clear he wanted to get this off his chest. "And...let me guess... She dumped you right? You had this horrible hole in your chest that you just. Couldn't. Fill. Sound about right?" Another roll of her eyes was performed as she crooked her hand, settling her chin onto it, a yawn claiming her entire face. That boredom that had become a constant expression on her face throughout the first part of his story now contorted into a conveyance of horror. True, she knew that her brother would be a killer in some respect... They all were in their own way, but she never expected him to just unleash all of his practices on her. Now, she was listening with rapt attention as he explained, in detail, what he did with her body afterwards. Her stomach churned and twisted painfully in her stomach, the urge to throw up climbing up her throat, but she held it back with a hand clamped over her mouth. This was his sin... The embodiment of it... She knew she shouldn't condemn him, but it was absolutely revolting! He wasn't a man... He wasn't even a sin. He was a monster... That revulsion quickly turned into pure, unadulterated horror as soon as he revealed just why he'd asked her why she'd enjoyed the steak as well as why he'd gone into this whole story about this random girl. The world spun in her vision. This wasn't real... This couldn't be real... In a rush, she sprang from the chair, knocking it over with the rush of movement, and walled herself in the bathroom. Instantly, that tainted, poisonous, human meat slid up her throat and into the sink. Her body rocked and shook with the violent convulsions. Every inch of her...every vein, every blood cell even, wanted that out of her. Her entire body wanted her completely purged of the sin. When she was done she opened the door and stumbled out of the bathroom only to see him laughing. It wasn't a normal laugh... It shook the foundation and vibrated the walls. Molding, insulation, and plaster started falling like little pieces of snow from all over the room creating an ominous cloud. The entire place was going to collapse if he continued. The floor cracked under her feet, helped along by the incessant pounding of his fists on the table. Each strike issued more power, more savaging of the foundation and the house around them. She let out a scream as the walls started shattering and the floorboards started cracking. If she didn't get out now then she'd be trapped under the rubble that was the only thing left of his house. He was strong... That strength was slightly intimidating causing her to be fearful of a man she'd seen as nothing but a sibling sin just moments before this onslaught happened. With another scream she hunched her shoulders and raced out of the house, running to a great enough distance that she wouldn't be struck by flying glass or plaster. The house imploded on itself and was nothing but a pile of junk. "Um...Yeah... We shall..." |
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| Scarecrow | June 16, 2011, 5:52 am Post #61 |
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Walking nimbly through the house Scarecrow froze when he heard a voice cry out, "Evan's?... Mother?". Knowing that she would be waiting for him, possibly armed, Scarecrow decided to give her a little fright. He quickly transformed into a mouse and ran towards the direction of the noise. His mouse body was small and black and he ran soundlessly. It was dark, but the mouse's keen sense of smell led him perfectly to the girl. Scarecrow saw that the girl had armed herself with a staff. He would have laughed if he wasn't in the form of a mouse. Racing behind her Scarecrow silently returned to his human form and tapped her on the shoulder. "Well hello there," he smiled evilly, "I hope that you weren't planning on using that staff against me." Gauging the girls reactions, Scarecrow continued to speak. "I'm here to offer you a job in a... shall we say plan? Yes, A plan of mine. I'll need to know that you can take orders without hesitation and you'll need to be happy with being No.2 after me. Of course if my plan works out, which it will, No.2 will be the second in command, and you'll have considerable power and influence inferior only to my own. Lastly however, there is one obstacle in the way of my plan. You need to be okay with killing many people and the current Demon King, Cruelty. If not then you're useless to me. So... do you think you can do those things?" Edited by Scarecrow, June 16, 2011, 2:35 pm.
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| Juicesir | June 16, 2011, 7:35 am Post #62 |
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Nowhere. Middle of nowhere. Middle of fucking nowhere. Middle of bumfuck fucking nowhere. God damn middle of bumfuck fucking nowhere. God damn fuck awful middle of bumfuck fucking no-god-damned-where. Also known as North Dakota. Void didn't even begin to describe it. If there was a place that no one wanted to go, this would be the place where even that place didn't want to go. If it was possible to have less than nothing, this place would be somewhere below that. I mean, who in their god damned mind would want to actually live in a place that is less than nowhere? Perhaps the secret brotherhood of an inhuman order of physically embodied sins looking for a place to escape away from people, problems, and basically anything that wasn't them? Yeah, that sounds about right. Gluttony felt weird. Admittedly, it'd been a weird day. Even more admittedly it had been a weird month and if he was being really truthful with himself he could admit that his whole life had been somewhat of an enigma. Within him was a void, much like the one he and his new sister were now entering upon. It encased his insides, sucked them down into a place he could not follow. A dark hole at the center of a shell of nothing. He remembered what it had felt like to be Ben. This wasn't that. This wasn't remotely near that. But he didn't feel whole. It wasn't as if he had been replaced with something new. It was as if someone had taken out his soul and forgotten to put on back in. There was just a great, gaping space. And it made him hungry. The plane ride had been smooth. Tickets were fine, and they had arrived right on schedule to the middle of this godforsaken patch of emptiness. For a woman who was the embodiment of laziness, Gluttony didn't really see it. But then again, he wasn't exactly some fat guy tearing down the streets of a city consuming everything in sight. Stereotypes were made to be broken he supposed. Didn't change the fact that he was still hungry. It wasn't only food he thought about now. It was life. A great yearning kept pulling at his innards in a way no airline peanuts or fast food lunch was able to satisfy. The act of eating only made him more aware that what he was was no longer human. He didn't need to eat. Hell, he had a feeling he didn't need to do much of anything if he chose to. The problem wasn't that. The problem was that he did want to. He wanted to eat. He wanted to drink. He wanted to lay women and get with the lifestyle, now more than he ever had before. But deep in his shriveled little cobweb chasm of a heart hole, he knew it wasn't possible. By taking the antidote, he had signed on. He was now a part of the team, one of the group, a brother through and through. Only, he wasn't really anything. He just was. The expansive of the Void, the Brotherhood's chambers, stood in reflection to that vast vacancy he now felt within himself. "Looks like nobody's home." He said this as much to Sloth as he did about himself. Sarcasm had always been a way for him to cope, and he retreated now to the mechanism to get him through this feeling. He lay in watch of movement, and awaited to see just what sort of nothings his siblings would be like. |
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| akaiyu485 | June 16, 2011, 3:08 pm Post #63 |
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If Evie had been surpassing the urge to scream before the stranger had tapped her on the shoulder, she was most certainly doing it after. A young man, with a positively nefarious grin, had managed to cover the length of the corridor in a matter of seconds, and sneak up behind where his footsteps had been. And a cute young man at that. And then he started speaking. …Job? … Second in command? …Plan?… Murdering?... Demon!? That was a code word for something right?... Evie herself was mildly religious, but she didn’t actually believe in supernatural beings. But she never trusted coincidences either. Get a grip, Nevedita! Whispered some incarnation of her mother’s businesswoman voice inside her head. Think strategy. Against her instinct to demand who this guy thought he was, to make her drop her successful beginning in global business, Evie reminded herself that this guy was obviously elite-trained in stealth, and had mentioned murder. She decided to proceed with caution. “Er…” She mumbled with exaggerated concentration, trying to buy herself more time, and to make him underestimate her, “Sorry, I didn’t catch all that. What do you mean demon? Is that some sort of Mafia thing now?” Nevedita allowed a little panic colour her whining pleas. “Sorry, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I’m as influential as you think I am, and I really don’t know why you’d want me for that sort of job, or why you’d think I’d do it.” Emphasis on the last words, She thought to herself. Letting your guard down is the one reason I’d become a murderess on your account. Not for anything else in this world. That last thought, she was to later realize, was the height of irony. |
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| ravenroses | June 16, 2011, 4:11 pm Post #64 |
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The plane ride was smooth and painless. Wrath had relaxed enough to recover some of the energy he lost searching for Grace throughout Virginia. The child on board was silent for most of the flight. He assumed that it slept or the parents knew how to take care of it. He was pleased that his anger did not have to rise up in the small tin can in the sky. The shadows were on his side, as well as his strength, but he didn't need to drop the plane out of the sky for no reason because he lost control. He just wanted to be back in the Void. He wanted to show off that he did something right and he wasn't covered in blood for a change. The plane touched down and he showed his sister off the plane and through the airport. They didn't have any bags to pick up so they went straight to the car he left it the lot. Luckily, it was still there. Wrath was a bit surprised. He unlocked the doors, threw his bag in the back and started up the engine. It purred nicely and he drove off. The roads were open and empty. It was something Wrath liked about this area. There was no need for road rage because no one was ever around. After some time, Wrath found his turnoff and pulled into the same spot the car had occupied before he left. He got out, grabbed his bag and waited for Envy to climb out. He gave her his usual, wicked smile and said, "Welcome home, sis." He gestured for her to follow him and he entered the familiar building. He wasn't about to play tour guide. He figured Pride would give the rundown for the new siblings once they were all here. For now, he wanted to drop off his bag and see who was back. He was hoping to get new assignments but a bit of rest sounded good too. Deep down, he never liked being in a place he called home for too long. It was a leftover feeling from when he was human. In the Void he could at least stand on his own feet and defend himself, that is, when he wasn't having a meltdown. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no reason to bring that up now. Wrath got to his room and slid inside. He put down the bag and then laid down on the bed. He let out a heavy sigh and shut his eyes. He focused on the spot in his chest, the one where the anger usually came from. It was dormant but it always responded to him. It rumbled up and he pushed it back away, mentally telling it no as if it were a puppy he was training. It slowly seeped through him and into the different parts of his body. Instead of feeling mad, he just felt warm. For now, he was okay with that. He laid there and waited. He was only going to get up when someone told him to or his body needed him to. |
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| Scarecrow | June 23, 2011, 7:27 am Post #65 |
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“Sorry, I didn’t catch all that. What do you mean demon? Is that some sort of Mafia thing now?” Scarecrow began to laugh. Humans... They'll come up with any idea to escape the supernatural. The mafia... Bloody hell, I'd never even heard of that one before. "No Nevedita, I'm not the mafia, I am a DEMON. D-E-M-O-N." She looked blankly at him as he spoke. "Spelling not cutting it huh? Well most of you humans understand the concept of Hell right? Fire and Brimstone? Devil with a pitchfork? Well that last one isn't actually true but it is quite warm down there in summer." Her attack caught him off-guard but Scarecrow managed to duck at the last second to avoid her roundhouse kick. He barely had time to think about how he would proceed now when she unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. She was good, thought Scarecrow as he blocked a vicious punch with the bridge of his nose. He swerved to avoid the follow up punch and as Nevedita's fist found nothing but air she lost her balance. Taking advantage of her loss of balance Scarecrow quickly brought her to the floor and with a look of satisfaction he asked. "Did you not understand anything I just said? I am a demon. Now, in case you're thinking of pulling another fast one on me, I'd like you to think of how this just ended. If you need clarification on anything I've said then speak now. Otherwise you should accept my offer and we can begin to put my plan into action." Edited by Scarecrow, June 23, 2011, 7:28 am.
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| Blue | June 26, 2011, 1:56 am Post #66 |
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The last jest Pride copped gave him a mind to rip the plane in two and allow everything within a five mile radius to suffer and rot for the rest of eternity in a bowl of decay. Unfortunately, this would mean they'd be out of transport, and as the Leader's fists clenched around his arm-rests they began to fall apart. Soon enough, all the rest of the passengers boarded and the plane began its ascension. As his siblings drifted off to sleep, all Pride could do was sit there, stirring and seething, just waiting for a chance to destroy *something*. If there was one thing about the sin of Pride that you could always count on, it was that any mark made against it would inevitably be repaid - no grudge would ever be forgotten or forgiven until it had been dealt with in a fitting and equal manner. There was no sleep for him, not for the entirety of the flight - just frustration and bile continuing to attempt to rise out of him. The intensity of his grudge was very literally making him sick. He would not yield to it though - if he were to do that, they'd all fall out of the sky. What seemed like days later, the aircraft finally touched down on U.S. soil and pulled to a stop. Without saying a word, the three exited the plane, retreived Lust's unneccesary luggage and entered Greed's car before setting off down an invisible road that would lead them home. During the trip, Pride was plagued by yet another pulsing headache - though this time, it was due to the Spirits informing him that all of the Brotherhood had finally been recruited and were all to rendevouz at The Void for debriefing and rebriefing. It was curious; surely the success of an entire recruitment would be something to celebrate, and not cause him a headache over. The child's head began to go into logical reasons, repeating the message in his mind once more. 'Rendevouz, debriefing and... *rebriefing*.' Something was amiss, something that the Spirits had witnessed, and very likely something Pride knew he and his Brotherhood would have to deal with once they arrived. Such a shame, he was just thinking about how it would feel returning home feeling all accomplished and proud of his work. "When we arrive, everyone is to report to the Room of Assignment." He frowned as the words left his lips. "It's come to my attention that there very well might be other forces at work. Forces that, in time, we shall have to face." Forces that, if allowed to grow, could very likely spell an all too abrupt ending for them all... As the arrived at the Void, Pride was the first to escape the vehicle, walking straight inside and making a beeline for his chair in the Room. The frustration burned on through him and the bile refused to subside. But he knew that the quarrels within him would need to take a backseat for now. Besides, it was time to try something. The boy fought through his headache, reaching for a solid thought: communication. He was trying to call up the Brotherhood. Thinking of all of his siblings - the ones that he'd not yet met were simply the image of the sin in his head. And as the Leader walked, he allowed his thoughts to focus into a mesage and sent it out to each member. Brothers and Sisters - The time has come for the Union of the Seven. All of you are to report to the Room of Assignment within The Void immediately. There are no exceptions." Finally, Pride made his way into said room, pushing the large, umber doors aside and taking his slightly elevated seat amongst the rest, and awaited his sinful siblings' arrival. |
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| akaiyu485 | June 27, 2011, 8:58 am Post #67 |
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My god, he really is a demon, thought Nevedita as she launched into her attack, panic prompting her to drop her staff, and fuelling her muscle memory into creating new combinations of punches and kicks she hadn’t even consciously thought of. Including the over-zealous strike that left her wide open to the demon’s counter attack. Genuine fear began to course through her now, working its way around the pain in the side of her head where it had hit the floor, over her severely damaged pride to her, directly to her instincts; submit and survive. “Alright, alright, I don’t want to die, we can reach an agreement,” Evie said, the hysterical edge in her voice disgusting her almost as much as her hypocrisy might’ve, if her head had been clear enough to think that far. “I’m in alright? A lieutenant, or whatever the frack you need for masterplan,” she added, when the demon didn’t move, her anger returning a little after the rush. “Glad to hear it,” Said the demon, a little smug, before returning both of them to their feet. “But like I was asking, anything else you'd like to clarify?” “Well yeah. I’d like to know the conditions of this agreement, because I just don’t see the benefit of helping out when I could just die here and go to heaven, instead of taking my chances fighting in hell’s own civil war… unless…” Evie stopped mid-sentence as a few possible explanations and implications ticked through her mind. If she was being offered a job by a demon like it was a great reward, then her soul was probably more in danger of going to hell than she realized. Which meant that, unless there were demonic circumstances that applied to her personally, then either earth, or the afterlife, or both, were probably also in more danger than she realized. Maybe even heaven itself. All of a sudden, accepting the offer didn’t sound like such a stupid idea. “Hang on, just how big is this thing you’re planning? And overthrow a demon king how?” Edited by akaiyu485, June 27, 2011, 8:59 am.
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| Juicesir | June 28, 2011, 3:14 am Post #68 |
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"Brothers and Sisters - The time has come for the Union of the Seven. All of you are to report to the Room of Assignment within The Void immediately. There are no exceptions." I'm gonna go ahead and venture that that's the big room with the chair I passed, Gluttony thought to himself. He looked about his room. It was bare except for the most basic of comforts. Part of him, the part identified as Gluttony and by which he would henceforth be known as, wanted to outfit the room with opulence and comforts. Drinks, smokes, food, and fine living quarters was what that portion of him desired. But the other part, the empty silence which was hidden by the shell of Gluttony, wanted it all gone. The room, the Void, the brotherhood. A deep desire for absolute destruction now burned in that chasm of soul, and it wanted everything gone. Instead of a decision, Gluttony merely looked about and sighed. It wouldn't be fitting of him to be late to his first day of being the immortal embodiment of consumption. Whoopee. Closing the door, and walking down the corridor, Gluttony entered the great chamber. Seated on the chair was something he was most certainly not expecting: a child. Though it fit with the voice in his head head he had heard, it was not something he was physically prepared for. The boy was dressed in clothes that were more than presidential. They were kingly. It was a strange sight, but Gluttony just assumed that this would be the first in a long line of strange sights he would have to contend with with his new family. Sighing a small sigh yet again, he entered, slumped into a corner, and awaited the arrival of others. |
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| Scarecrow | June 28, 2011, 3:39 am Post #69 |
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“Well yeah. I’d like to know the conditions of this agreement, because I just don’t see the benefit of helping out when I could just die here and go to heaven, instead of taking my chances fighting in hell’s own civil war… unless…” Scarecrow smiled evilly as he saw the implications of what he had suggested register in her mind. She's already agreed to it, she just doesn't know it yet, thought Scarecrow. Then she spoke again; “Hang on, just how big is this thing you’re planning? And overthrow a demon king how?” Scarecrow grinned as he began to speak. "Murder most foul," he said quoting a famous Shakespearean play, "But then, we are demons from Hell, so pretty much everything is foul by your human perspectives. So for us I guess it's just murder." Scarecrow could tell she was getting a little confused about his detached comments about Hell and demons so he cut to the chase. "This thing I'm planning, it's huge. So big that your immortal soul has more chance of a happy ending by siding with me instead of trusting it to the Virtuous Ones. We're talking about Hell on earth, and once that happens, Heaven will be the the Last Safe Place for the Virtuous Ones. Thus the next stage of the plan is obvious. Once Earth is ours we will have an army of Demons and Sinner's so big that Heaven itself will fall. I know what you're thinking, and pardon the pun when I say that you think I'm aiming too high. Believe my dear, the battle for Earth will be the difficult one, once Earth is taken forever, it is only a matter of time till Heaven will fall." Scarecrow paused to let this all sink in. Then suddenly a question from the girl. "You still haven't explained my role or about killing this Demon King." Scarecrow smiled, this proved he had the right person, she was a thinker, she didn't just accept things and go with the flow, she asked questions, and she wanted to start the flow. The perfect Lieutenant. "I was getting to that. As for you, I have already told you that you would be the second in command, and would essentially have unlimited power over most of Hell and then Earth. You answer only to me, nobody else, understood? And there is no point in killing me to usurp my position because you would have to appoint someone to Lieutenant who would eventually do the same to you. While you remain my Lieutenant you are protected. So no inciting rebellions." Scarecrow thought it would be best to nip this in bud sooner rather than later. "As for the Demon King, his name is Cruelty and he is a pathetic leader. This war that is coming has been in the pipes for centuries and to be honest, his strategies are even older than that. I feel that a... change in management is necessary in order to ensure that the war is successful. And if waging a successful war means that the current King is tragically killed and replaced by the next in line (me), then so be it." Scarecrow paused again to let this sink in. "The only thing left is whether or not you're on board with my plan. So, what say you, Lieutenant?" |
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| akaiyu485 | June 28, 2011, 5:34 am Post #70 |
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Inside her head, Evie shivered. She swore. She wrung her hands, and thought. Driven to instinct by every logical and moral thought she’d ever had, she ran away and hid amongst the empty weapon shelves. She muttered a quick prayer to God and committed suicide. But only inside her head. Because in the flesh, she was nodding her head, and speaking in tones of agreement; this was the most logical action. Trust a demon to be persuasive. “I’ve already told you. I’m not interested in taking my chances with heaven. Least ways, not if you can guarantee me an easy life below ground… I mean, you’re quite clearly good enough to get past whoever’s down there now, right? Something tells me a real demon king would know if subordinates are planning mutiny with humans." Nevedita paused to look up at man. He seemed confident, and from his talk, endlessly ambitious. But beyond that, he was completely demon. She’d felt it in the fight, and it was there in his voice. She was also sure that more proof was imminent. Evie was also sure that when push came to shove, that such cunning without bounds, (particularly ethical ones), would win. So long as this demon knew how to cover his tracks, it sounded like the underworld, and the over-world were definitely within reach… although, heaven seemed a bit of an oversight. Not that she was going to challenge the demon again on that one just yet. “But I can’t just take you at your word, you know? I want a bit of proof that this is all going to work, and that you’re not just going to throw me away afterwards. Otherwise this whole venture’s pointless. After all, you’ve just tried to enlist a completely random human being into an underworld war, without even telling me your name. So unless there’s a reason for that, I’d like those details. And then i suppose, we can get straight to..." Evie still couldn't believe she was saying this, "killing Cruelty." She paused another minute to think, before looking back up at the demon. "Wait, killing a demon counts as murder? That's not what I'm for is it? And don't smirk at me like that; of course I'm going to ask questions." She said indignantly as the demon chuckled. Edited by akaiyu485, June 28, 2011, 5:42 am.
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| ravenroses | June 28, 2011, 6:18 pm Post #71 |
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Wrath heard the kid's voice loud and clear. He groaned, annoyed that such a sound was disturbing him but he should have expected it sooner or later. He pushed himself up into a snake position and then onto all fours. His head hung low as he tried to pull himself back together. He opened his eyes and stared down the line of his own body. His clothes were dark colors already but in the deep reddish purple light of his room, they looked inky in color. He shook his head from side to side a few times and then lifted himself to his knees. His body felt heavy from the strange state he had just left. Wrath knew he hadn't been asleep but he also knew that he hadn't been completely awake either. It was almost like a trance he put himself into whenever he tried to tap into his source of power. He let out a half sigh half yawn and ran his hands down his face. His limbs felt heavy. He managed to drag himself off the bed and into a standing position. He looked down at his clothing, trying to remember what he had done before he laid down. There wasn't any blood splattered over him. At least he had gone to bed after killing someone. Then he remembered. It was like the lights turned on and he was back inside himself. He had brought home his new sister. She and probably the others were why Pride was calling for them. Wrath left his room. Out in the hall, he had to blink to readjust to the light. He walked down, dragging a hand along the wall to keep his balance and a slight grip on reality. He made it to the large doors and entered the room. Pride was already seated in his usual spot at the head while another male was in another chair. Wrath stopped just inside the door to look at him. He let out a chuckle, "Our new brother I assume? Let me guess, Gluttony?" Making his way over to his usual seat, a few away from the leader, Wrath sat down. He leaned on his forearms on the surface of the table and looked at Pride to see if the boy's form would tell him anything. It didn't and that did not surprise him in the least. He fought the urge to put his head on the table and instead used his arms to push himself back into the chair. For now he was feeling relaxed. It was a temporary feeling and he wanted to enjoy it while he could. |
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| Jei Ai | June 29, 2011, 2:55 am Post #72 |
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A tiny light, like a firefly, hung in the air just off centre down a darkened corridor. Blackness consumed the stretch of hallway where the pattern of candlelight was broken by no less than three extinguished clusters that still oozed smoke from their cooling wicks. But a second swirling aroma accompanied the smell of dying candles; a thicker, poisonous smell that seemed to curl in wisps from the tiny light that glowed a constant orange. Barely silhouetted in the darkness, a figure leaned against the wall, and upon a squinting of the eyes it could be seen that the glowing ember hung from the cigarette holder at their lip. A deep inhalation brought the ember to life and it consumed what remained of the cigarette as it burned brighter, illuminating the deadly gorgeous face of Lust. The Void was filled with twisted dark and gothic hallways, and it was with some reprieve that the Burlesque Queen had been assigned a room off the grunge of such a hall. Her room on the other hand, was highly unsatisfactory. Barren, bare, and while not dirty – no doubt Pride couldn’t stand such things – lacked a certain shine that was by now natural for the once infamous Miss Marquisa. She’d left her luggage by the bed and had stalked out immediately after discarding her fur coat upon a hanger beside the double doors. Now displayed only in her silken, scarlet corset and skirt with fishnet stockings and stilettoed black boots, she felt much more confident in the undesirable surroundings. “So zis iz my life now?” She pondered aloud, exhaling a lungful of smoke over her perfect lips. Removing the bud with delicate fingers, she flicked it to the floor and pressed her toe down upon it. A slight sneer pulled up her lip. “Zis iz what I ‘ave become?” An unheard message suddenly filled the luscious Lust’s mind but her face remained expressionless. She was being summoned, and she didn’t like it in the least. There were many things she did not like about this new life. Throbbing inside her chest and deep within her pelvis was that heat, that passion, that desire to throw her body upon another and draw pleasure from their flesh. Man, woman, it didn’t seem to bother her much, though the level of attraction did seem to heighten around particularly beautiful people. It was more than just a craving. It was a deep and powerful need that writhed inside her and reared whenever a man’s scent grew heavy or a woman swept her hair over her shoulder. Alone in this corridor it was more dormant than before. But it was there, hungry to sink its teeth into something hot. Despite the nagging desire that pulled at her composure constantly, it seemed her new existence came with another change. Extracting another cigarette from between her cleavage, she fitted it delicately into the mahogany cigarette holder. Placing the wood to her lips, she exhaled into the wire-thin cylinder. Bursting to life, the cigarette ignited with a tiny flame and began burning brightly in the darkness. A shadow of a smirk could be seen on Lust’s face as she inhaled and the light burned only brighter. Deciding she had delayed long enough in her obedience, Lust pushed herself off the wall and curved her way down the corridor. The three bunches of candles spontaneously reignited as the woman departed with a gentle smirk on her lips and a dangerous snicker on her breath. The Room of Assignment was upstairs, though not a far walk, and before long the large and foreboding double-doors of the council-like chamber stood before her. They appeared heavy, though with her newly found immortal strength they were whimsical really. Pushing them open simultaneously with her polished hands, Lust stood elegantly in the doorway as they swung forward and the corridor light spilled in to what was really quite a darkened room. She could feel eyes upon her, having only been seen by Greed and Pride in her travels, but refused to meet the gazes just yet. Bringing the cigarette holder to her lips and inhaling deeply, she looked up at last through her eyelashes to the throne in the centre of a semi-circle of chairs. “You rang, Pride,” she almost whispered in her husky voice, exhaling smoke as she spoke. “I despize being zummoned…” Not wanting or expecting a reply, Lust prowled towards the next available chair. Seated beside her was an unknown man whose eyes seemed filled with desire. It wasn’t the same desire as the men from the burlesque houses at home, nor was it quite the same desire as most men attributed to her. No, the first thing she noticed about him was desire in his eyes: a need. He reminded her of herself almost. Almost. He was an attractive sort too, and the beast inside Lust roared with great demands to drag the stranger into the hallway, darken the lights and have her way with him no matter what the consequences. That was one of many scenarios the monster played out for her, trying to seduce her into taking him for herself. She inhaled deeply on her poisonous wand, allowing the smoke to soothe her slightly. Across the room, another man sat, rather burly in stature and looking strangely rugged. Lust closed her eyes and tried her best to calm the monster as she awaited the arrival of the other Sins. Oh mon Dieu... What 'ave I become... |
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| psy | June 29, 2011, 9:17 pm Post #73 |
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Greed Once the three of them had arrived back at The Void Greed was out of the car and into the cavernous, gothic and ornate halls of their compound. To say he was in a rush would be putting it lightly. The man darted to his room in what could be described as a walking dash. As if he had something important to do, something that could not wait another second. He paid no attention to Lust nor Pride during most of the trip. As it turned out they did not pay him much attention either, and surprisingly an equal lack thereof towards the constant drone of the day's news on the car radio. Now that they were back in America Greed had started to feel that same itch for information that he always felt. Much like someone who returned from a holiday only to start thinking about work again he felt compelled to return to his daily schedule. It was not audible to anyone else but he would swear as soon as they came near the compound he could hear the drone of his laptop that was basically always on, always collecting. As he rounded the various corners between himself and his small bedroom very near to the Room of Assignment he could only think of how much information it would have compiled while he was gone. Everything from global news to extremely personal information was being stored away on his network, one of the finest examples of cloud computing the world knew nothing about. As he drew within range of his room he threw open the door and breathed in the welcomingly warm, dusty air. “Home at last.” he said with a eerily cheery smile. Of all the sins living there, he always seemed most accepting that this was his home now. And truth be told, Greed was the type of person who could make any place his home given the appropriate time. Leaving the door wide open he moved over to the bedside and practically jumped on top of it, landing in a nearly perfect crouch in front of the whirring machine. With a quick swipe across the mouse pad the screen lit up with a blinding white light, yet Greed remained unblinking. Documents opened and closed rapidly on the screen behind a number that according to the timestamps had been opened for at least a day. Profiles on people is what they were, his new brothers and sisters whom he had not yet met but soon would. Greed's supernatural power, as made evident in France, was scary enough but his real power had always been the amount of information he could dig up in such a short amount of time. It really was as simple as putting a name out on the market and offering up a little bit of revenue for the amateur sleuths to drool over. Various Benjamin Boivin's, and a few Grace Roberts were clearly marked on the screen with some very basic information. The very beginnings of a profile for each of them. It was then that Pride's command echoed through his mind, the meeting of the seven was about to take place. Greed could hear people shuffling through the halls to get to the Room of Assignment from his small room off to the side. That is why he had picked this room, it had the advantage of being within hearing distance of the main rooms and the main exit to the outside world. With a reluctant sigh he locked the laptop and hopped off the dingy bed. He spared a brief moment to change out of his formal attired into a much more modest pair of faded blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a frayed collar from years of being bitten during fits of mental irritation. Greed exited his room in a much calmer fashion than how he had entered it, opting still to leave the door wide open. He was always a very open person when it came to his personal space. Placing a hand in each side pocket he made his way through the halls once more at a rather sluggish pace. When he came to the door he raised one foot high in the air, and much like Lust before him, pushed it open without much effort. His foot stomped to the ground a ways ahead of him and after a second he slid his left foot forward so he was standing straight again. Greed's devilish gaze swept the room and much to his distaste he was not the last one to arrive. In fact there was only one person he had yet to properly meet in the room. Yet even though they had not properly met, Greed knew this was Benjamin Boivin. The third Benjamin Boivin that had appeared on his laptop's screen when he unlocked it. This one in particular had been a gang member in the past, which was a boon in some ways since Greed had always had good connections within gangs. “How are the gangs in good old California, still as unforgiving as ever, Ben? Actually I should say Gluttony shouldn't I. And don't bother answering, I already know,” he stated with a cheeky grin while staring at Gluttony with those same troubled, wild eyes. “And how fortunate it is to have Wrath return successfully. I'd hug you, brother, but I think someone else in the room would prefer to do so first, and perhaps something more sensual afterwards.” he said as he turned his attention to his rugged brother, motioning towards Lust with his eyes when appropriate. “Speaking of, how do you like our gothic abode, sister dear? It has a very Notre Dame -esque feel to it I find, minus the creepy hunchback and singing gargoyles.” he jived as he turned his attention fully to the refined beauty perpetually smoking. “And finally, our young leader, Pride. You look troubled, in fact more troubled than you were in the plane. One would think you'd calm in time, not become more upset with my meaningless comment,” he started with his attention turned fully to the young boy sitting importantly in his chair. “Or perhaps you're troubled because these other forces have made our job that much more difficult and the voices won't shut up about it. If you'd like, they can chat with me all they like. It pains me to see you suffer for such trivial reasons.” he concluded before taking a seat next to Wrath. |
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| Juicesir | July 15, 2011, 2:02 am Post #74 |
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“You rang, Pride,” the words were spoken by a woman who had just entered the hall. “I despize being zummoned…” Gluttony turned to see her. She was sexy. Voluptuous, seductive, sensual, smoky, sultry, sublime, delicious. This woman aroused new sorts of urges upon the young and hungered man, as well as some of the old. Oh the sauces he could saute her in... No. Bad. No eating your siblings. Gluttony took a few deep breathes to calm himself. This was going to take some getting used to. If the moment anyone walked into a room suddenly caused him to wish to devour them then he was seriously going to need some lessons in self control. But she's just so... delectable. A slight shake of the head accompanied Gluttony as he tried to shake the thoughts of which preparation techniques he would use on her ribs. Instead he focused on the attraction to her. Yes, focus on the sex you could be having instead of the meal you could be having, the little voice said to the empty man. Sex would distract him from desires of consumption. That always worked. Usually. She had a similar hunger about her to Gluttony, but nothing quite like the man who walked in after her. He was thin and had darting eyes. A sort of weasel caught out of its hole. He had a tongue to match worming ways of his looks. “How are the gangs in good old California, still as unforgiving as ever, Ben? Actually I should say Gluttony shouldn't I. And don't bother answering, I already know." The man's eyes lit up, fiery with the taunt. Somewhere deep within an old broken piece of the man who had been, Ben, fired up. Memories rushed forth: broken bones, blood spraying on the floor, his teeth digging into the flesh of the woman he had just seduced, the taste of human, a gunfight, a wound, the look in a man's eyes as he drained him of his blood. "You know, I don't really think you do." The statement was simple, filled with a sort of harrowed animosity that only experience and regret could bring. Gluttony turned back around in his chair to face the boy leader, a dour look settling upon his features. A sensuous smoking mistress from France, a sneaky snarky sly little man who liked to stab at people, and a sultan of a dapper boy ruling over them all. If this was what he had to look forward to with a family then Gluttony might be hitting the sauce a littler harder from now on. Yeah, this is gonna be oodles of fun. |
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| Blue | July 23, 2011, 10:45 am Post #75 |
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As the banter between siblings began, Pride continued to glare quietly into nothingness. Not even Greed’s words had penetrated through his trance-like state. He was still furious, he was still ready to watch various random objects fall to ruin just because it was his will. However, now there were much more pressing matters than his feeble feelings towards those he’d travelled with in the past day or so. Besides, he was almost certain that after a while, such animosity would subside. Surely he wouldn’t stay mad with his brother and sister forever. But back to the issue at hand – the child prodigy was racking his brain trying to figure out what exactly would happen during this meeting, and by extension what exactly he was going to order his Brotherhood to do next. The Voices had been rather quiet since his arrival at the Void, and to be honest it was troubling him to no end. Despite the idea that he was indeed the Leader of a rather elite and important group, and was to make many decisions by himself, it would not be well-advised for him to make his decisions without any kind of information from the Spirits themselves. Right now, he knew next to nothing and was simply going on what he’d decided was happening due to simple – not to mention quite possibly inaccurate – deductions. Simple and inaccurate deductions were certainly not good enough, not to make a decision on something such as mobilization. However, as the boy sat and glared and fumed, he knew that something would have to happen soon. At that moment, from opposite ends of the room, two pairs of double doors burst open. The almost synchronised action broke Pride out of his trance, but his frown remained, stubborn and stern as ever. To his left entered the final new recruit of the Brotherhood’s search – Envy. Without saying a word, the girl plonked herself down next to Wrath, her eyes glancing over at Lust momentarily before her full attention was on the boy Leader. It took the boy some strength not to grin to himself – it was nice to know that at least he held some sort of presence over at least one of his siblings. The rest would rant, rave, taunt, tease, grunt, groan or slump whenever he’d call them to his side – or more accurately his meeting room. And as always, he couldn’t help but feel underappreciated as a Leader, almost paranoid about the possibility that they all probably wanted their own chance to call the shots. They all saw his age, his size and his appearance as a weakness, a disability. However, had this been the case, would the Spirits really have given him the Brotherhood and put it under his command? It was highly unlikely. In his head, Pride began to get off topic – thinking more about the day he’d show them all up and make them all proud to be a part of his Brotherhood rather than the present day. When the other door slammed shut, he was brought back to reality rather abruptly. Sloth slumped back in her own seat – the one closest to the door for an easy retreat back to her beloved bed. Out of all of his Siblings, the boy had the most trouble with her. It was a strange thing – he had absolutely nothing against his lazy Sister; she’d been perfectly nice ever since she’d arrived. However, the way that she blatantly refused to pick up after herself, decided to live in squaller was one thing that he just couldn’t comprehend. Apart from her room, the rest of the Void was absolutely pristine – as though it’d never been used, but rather frozen in time, remaining in an untouched condition for centuries. The boy wondered about whether it were actually possible for Sloth to have any more life sucked out of her – most of the time she acted as though she were literally dead on her feet; whenever she *was* on her feet. But with all of these randomised musings came the rapid cease of daydreaming. Now that all of the Brotherhood was finally present and accounted for, things could finally move forward in a direction Pride could be in control over. Already, endless amounts of words were forming themselves into sentences of inspiration, celebration, and yes… a whole lot of pride. The Leader rose from his seat and opened his arm wide, holding them out as though he were some sort of religious figure. Now *that* was something to be amused by. “Brothers and Sisters of Seven Sins, I bid you welcome to your new home, your new sanctuary and your new lives. Finally, we are united under one roof as a Family for the first time. A powerful, cunning and brilliant family each guided by our drive for Salvation, for Glory and for a chance to Annihilate that which plagues our World…” Pride lowered his arms to his sides, making a slow trek down the very few steps that separated him from his new family. Surrounded by them all and their individual desires, dreams and deliberations, he continued on with his speech.” However, the reasons for your presence here aren’t important. The reason we are all here is because we were all chosen by a power that is far beyond our own, to purge the planet of the sinners who are incapable of change. We are to eliminate those who would choose themselves over the survival of their sp—“. Before Pride could finish, an unseen force hit him hard in the back of his head. Darkness swept over and vision left him. A loud whisper swept through the room, and all within could hear it plain as day. ”It’s time that we spoke for ourselves, Pride; You may return to your seat.” Without another word, the boy seemed to bend to the Voice’s word and hike himself back up the stairs – his eyes were wide, but the colour within them had dulled. For the moment, he knew exactly what being a puppet meant, and quite honestly he was not pleased by it. Nevertheless, another voice rang out, now taking on a proper and stern tone rather than a violent whisper. “Your Leader has spoken the truth thus far; you’ve each been chosen and gifted with abilities because we made it so. Do not underestimate the power that we possess, or you will pay the price.” By the time the last word was spoken, Pride was seated once more - blind but well aware of his situation regardless. “What we’ve come to tell you, however, is that there are forces gathering against us all. Pacts are being made, alliances are being formed and soon enough not even all of your strengths combined will be enough to stop the power these forces hold.” Silence befell the room once again for a few seconds, before yet another voice made its presence known. This one however carried a much calmer, feminine tone, almost defusing the tenuous feelings that Pride felt. “Do not despair though, beloved children. We have every confidence that you shall not fail us in your new mission. You are all to start hunting what are known as the Sinanimi – Humans who have been distorted by Sin. These beings are almost like you in the fact that a large piece of their soul is missing. But because that piece rotted away rather than being taken and preserved by our power, they lost themselves in their sins and became something that was no longer human. With each passing day, these creatures increase in number and do more and more damage to the world.” Regardless of the calm in this Spirit’s Voice, it was highly unlikely that any of this information was coming across with any degree of serenity. “They possess superhuman strength and endurance; agility and speed as each of you do – though for the most part, to a slightly lesser extent. Be warned however, that they are no longer human, and have regressed to their base instincts. They know how to work as individuals and as part of a group, so in certain situations, it would be best if you travelled in pairs or even groups. We wish you all the best of luck in this task and hope that you will unite as a Brotherhood as well as a family. Look after each other and never give up.” With that the calm voice ceased, only to be replaced by the stern and unforgiving tone that had just encapsulated the room. “In addition to all of this information, you are all to watch out for Cruelty – the Being who presides over Locum Umbris. He frequently sends out Agents of Darkness to do his bidding, and they are extremely dangerous – especially if they catch you alone. Of all of these agents, Cruelty relies on one so named “Scarecrow” on his more important endeavours. It is likely that he will be looking for all of you, either to destroy you, or to drag your sorry asses back to Locum Umbris for interrogation and torture beyond your wildest imaginations. So, you’d be wise to keep an eye out. Now, get to work! We’re counting on you!” With the final roar, the air seemed to increase the temperature of the room ever so slightly, before the atmosphere returned to complete and utter silence. Pride sat in his chair, eyes still wide but no longer in a doll-like state. He’d heard it all, and he was speechless for the first time in his immortal life. It had been news that none of them had been expecting surely. He’d known his Brotherhood had its work cut out for it, but this… This was something else… It was clear what the next step was; begin the Purge. These Sinanimi weren’t going to extinguish themselves – it was time to begin. The proud words were gone, their time passed by, replaced now with echoes of their orders and what was assumed to be a stunned silence. However, there was no time for silence either. Pride shot up out of his chair and rushed down the stairs, eyeing his family carefully. “It’s time to get started, we have a lot of work cut out for us – I’m now assigning you all a group number. Whoever else has your number will be the person you stick with until I say otherwise. Watch each other’s backs and don’t you dare let each other fall!” His words were more pointed; the sounds of a Leader who knew he had his work cut out for him. “Lust and Gluttony, You’re Team 1 – you will make your way through the States, from North-east to South West. Since you two are new, I expect that you’ll enjoy getting to know each other and learning how to work as part of a family. However, this is no vacation - I want progress reports every second day – go.” Sweeping onwards, Pride moved to decide his next pair. “Wrath, you’ll be in Team 2 with Greed. You’re to fly to England and start there, until you’ve purged Europe of this Menace. As with Team 1, I expect progress reports every second day. Watch yourselves and your respective personalities – I know how much of a risk it is putting you two together, but you’re both exceptional siblings and hard workers. I’d hate to see that destroyed, so don’t disappoint me - go.” “And Finally, Envy and Sloth; You’ll be Team Three with me. We’ll be heading through Australasia, starting in Tasmania. Envy will gain experience and Sloth can learn how to pick up her act whilst she works her fingers to the bone to aid us - Let’s move.” With that, Pride busted through the double doors and heading straight for the Void’s exit with only one thing on his mind – the mission. He was damned if he was about to fail now, after they’d all come this far and become a family – or at dysfunctional one at the very least. Business was about to pick up. |
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