I.
Pride
"I''m not invisible... Am I?"
We ruled the world together, he and I. Our seed of friendship blossomed into something that a mere flower metaphor just couldn't describe. Together, we ruled over the district under an Iron fist and all who steps to us are left at our boundless mercy. A crime syndicate so large yet so silent that we stretched from the shifting deserts of Farah'deen to the blistering tundra of Ellador. There was no visible end to our power and for once... We were content at least he was.
II.
Lust
"I long for their warmth."
We were at our peak and time that was once burnt on work was now left for our leisure. I'll never forget the night where I was cradled by the warmth of the fireplace, protected from the frostbiting air that gripped my home. He'd enter my room, offer some small talk before asking a question that threw my heart into a fumble. He lead me away, relinquishing all previous anxieties I had once possessed. We shifted into his moonlit room where he had closed the door behind us, drawing me in before awakening me to a new sense of warmth
III.
Greed
"Mine... And mine alone."
He became my new obsession. Whilst we have had spent almost an entire lifetime together, I couldn't bare be adrift from him. He was mine and mine to keep, he had promised. Every day was a new experience a new sense to feel or a new sight to see. I had stolen the most precious jewel in all Aloria and I'd never let it slip from my grasp.
IV.
Sloth
"What's the point?"
Seven years had passed. A ring of gold and diamond laid to rest upon my left hand for all to gawk at its beauty. I was so fulfilled and I felt as if nothing could ever go wrong. I warn thee, life is no fairytale. I returned home early to find out bed full but it wasn't me at his side. No, what only scorned me more was the fact that it was no working lady but a simple tavern whore, laying in my place.
I've never ran nor cried so much in my life.
Ejecting my self from the syndicate, my life fell down into emptiness. I slowly spiraled into nothing, finding getting out of bed a four hour chore and once freed from its chains, I desperately clouded my self in life's finest pleasures, craving the feeling of numbness. I craved the acceptance I felt whilst in a strangers bed only to find my self crying in my own.
V.
Envy
"What did she have?"
I killed her.
One night I found my self-stumbling home, clouded with alcohol only to find my self-face to face with the woman who had ruined me as I turned the corner. She had come to apologize but who was I to care? She stole my jewel, she had stolen my happiness and then I felt I had to steal something back, who cares if the world went blind? She only got a few words in before I left her throat in ribbons, having drawn the knife in my boot and using it as I was taught. She may have had something I did not before, but it surely wasn't life.
VI.
Wrath
"You did this to your selves!"
I killed him.
With a wave of a hand and some coin, I was not convicted of my crime, nor was I convicted of my next. I slipped through his window under the blanket of darkness, slithering behind his door. My face once beautiful now was consumed in scales, my hair tendrils of mauve. My legs once smooth and long, now a vipers tail. I waited patiently for hours, whilst I pondered the idea of hesitation, I wasn't detoured. He had entered his room, failing to gain sight of me as he drew his door to a close. The final mistake I'd ever allow him to make. I moved forward and wrapped around his mass, his different pitched screams a symphony to my mind. He squirmed in my crushing grip, putting a Warhammer to shame. I felt his every bone crunch under my coil until he was no more than a twitching bag of mush.
VII.
Gluttony.
"My cursed maw.."
I stared into the dying eyes of the man who had embarassed me, used me and ruined me as he laid limp in my grasp. Satisfaction filled my chest but the hole remained in my heart. I needed something more and more is what I got. I dragged him to the bed where I laid us both down. My memory from what more occurred grows blurry...Though... The last sensation I could recall...
Was him squirming in my teeth.
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