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Why the fuck am I on the floor? And why does my throat hurt? I can feel my cervical spine snap back together in two places. Fuck, that hurts! Sitting up, I roll my head around on my shoulders to get feeling back into it. I end my swivel on Satan. Stupid red fuck. He did this. I don’t remember what happened just yet, but I know Wrath is behind it.
Normally my stare can keep whoever is in my gaze caught until I blink or look away. I’ve used it many a time to look into people’s souls to know their deepest feelings. Fears, desires, memories… anything that I want to see, I can find inside their soul as long as we maintain eye contact. The only people it doesn’t work on are my brothers, angels, and children under seven.
My brothers have built up a tolerance over the many millennia that we have been together. All angels have the ability to see into souls. It’s how we are able to do our jobs properly defending and saving Earth. I’ve tried to use it on my fellow angels but, alas, they were always so focused on protecting Earth that they have no wants or dreams for anything else. And children? Their wants change every few minutes. I am able to see into their souls like I would any other humans. But the headache I would receive after? Not worth it.
Wrath freely opens his mind to me, making me aware that he wants me to know what’s happened. In an out of body experience, I watch as the tiny little human has her rage multiplied by my vengeful brother, who then wraps her hands around my throat and crushes my neck with her tight grip.
These creatures that I have spent most of my time here on this planet with allowed a puny trollop of a woman to crush my windpipe and essentially kill me! They sat on their thrones, high and mighty, and did nothing to help me. They enjoyed watching this smartass child-sized girl take me down a notch.
This may just be my pride talking but doesn’t my family love me? Looking around at the throne room at my chosen siblings has my Pride confused. This is my family. These are my chosen brothers. We created Hell for what it is. Earth knows more of Hell than it does Heaven because we took pride in our home. How could they let a human topple me?!
“You all think you’re hilarious.” My chaotic fucking sin will not allow me to show weakness. Walking towards my throne, I sit with no emotion on my face.
Leviathan speaks in his monotone voice, breaking me out of my reverie. “Honestly, Luc, we were more focused on the woman herself than the hand around your throat.” My gaze focuses on the half-shifted dragon. His teal-skinned body has a human shape. A spiked mohawk follows down his back to a barbed tail. Three rows of razor-sharp teeth line his mouth. His green eyes focus on mine, allowing me to see his envy towards Lust and Wrath. He wanted to be the creature the woman ground her delicious smelling mound against. I look to the rest of my brothers, noting they all have the same expression. Want.
It takes a few seconds for my brain to realize that the woman and two of my brothers are gone. I focus on Levi, my right-hand man. He has all the information about everything that goes on in Hell. “Where is she?”
“Sloth took her home. She broke down once she realized that this was reality. Her son was left unsupervised in their home.”
Well, that explained one brother. “And Mammon?” Greed was who brought her here. Why hadn’t he brought her home?
On my left, Satan’s aura seems to grow along with his grin. “He’s recovering.”
“From what?”
Wrath’s grin turns to a full toothed smile. “My Lady asked for me to hurt him. He’s currently in his room rehabilitating from every broken bone in his body.” His eyes grow misty while he continues. “The 15-minute rage on that woman could feed me for months. You never mess with a mother when it comes to her children.”
Lust stands from his throne, body bulked up, meant to be menacing. “Your lady? She rode me! If she’s anyone’s, she’s mine!”
“Are we forgetting the fact that she is God’s favorite? Regardless of her sins, she is always healed. She was meant to go to the deepest pit of Hell,” I rant. “After committing all deadly sins within a month of each other, she was absolved and has since been healed repeatedly! God has left this Earth. We are almost 98% sure of it. Why would he demand Raphael heal her after every sin? Why is she special? Mammon chose her to show that God was still showing love to this planet. Is he right?”
Thoughts of God coming back plague me. As long as the All Mighty is still focusing on Earth, the Sins will never see the outside of Hell for longer than a day. And we will never be able to see them together. If one of us is out, the others cannot leave, or the balance will be shifted. With God away, the angels are outnumbered. The Seven Deadly Sins would be able to have free roam of Earth. We could retire essentially. Still be in control of Hell, just away from it.
Hell was not always my home. I was cast here when I didn’t agree with God’s plan for Earth. I made this my home with the help of my chosen brothers. What I want is to be among the people and creatures that live in the Between. I want to see my work firsthand. I want to thrive in a land of free will.
“I see only one solution.” All of our eyes turn to Beelzebub; Gluttony. He rarely has anything to say. When he does speak, though, it’s either wisdom or mischief. “The quickest way to see who heals her is to help her commit sins. Then we watch and wait.” Four arms cross over the chest of a gargantuan fly. “I bet all of you, she’s not God’s favorite. She may be an angel’s though.”
A scoff across the room shifts our attention. “Seems like one of us has already started.” Lust sounds bitter as he speaks. We feel every sin under our jurisdiction, which means if he focuses on a specific person he can feel when they commit a sin of lust. “Sloth is currently fucking Bree.”
Less than a moment after he speaks, the room glows in a bright blue light. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough to know what’s happened.
Sloth didn’t just fuck Brianna. He branded and bound himself to her.
That literal motherfucker!
With Belphegor on Earth, none of us have the ability to follow him without causing chaos in Hell. However, on each of our thrones is an enhancement. Being kings of Hell gives us the power to do just about anything, but even our magic has limits. With the enhancement forged by the blood of the Seven, we have the ability to force him to us.
And that’s exactly what we do.
Sloth stands in the middle of our throne room, completely satisfied in human form. “I was sleeping with my family.” His lazily said words sent the other five of us into a fury.
“Your family?!” I yelled out first. “We are your family!”
Sloth’s demeanor barely shifts. “Sure.” His blue eyes focus on mine, and he forces his memory of Brianna into my mind. “But they are my family now, too.”
The memory plays in the back of my brain on repeat. “She was asleep.”
Not sure how his smile grows. “Partially. She knew it was me fucking her.”
