"If gluttony still had the deep attraction for blood
He would shower in yours."

- J.J speaking in third person

You've already been here for a week, even if you willingly enjoyed it or by far didn't, you could never leave now after the circumstances that came when you first stepped foot into this castle like home.

It was so far different to the way you lived in Heaven, where you could freely roam without worrying for your humanity or worry for your blood being spilt, like the other deaths before your own.

These men were quiet and observant, nonetheless beastly creatures that acted like demons with the mask of a flawless human, they had everything they desired, blood, sex, maliciousness— Everything they wanted was far too cruel and inhumane, so it wasn't very hard for them to get their hands on them.

You, like your unique self.

Although still wished to know these men more, even when you didn't know the secrets hidden behind their words and doings, you couldn't tell by the way they spoke, but you could tell they were hiding something– from the way they acted so cruel when you knew they were breaking.

It was a craving, being around these demons, these Sins. They were twisting your angelic self into something you immensely regret, sooner or later you'll never be able to leave this hell after what you'll turn into.

A wretched glare was piercing your way, through the feast around you and the talking between all Seven, you couldn't control him, but you could sure as hell glare back.

"Why don't you eat?" The male grumbled from beside you, the close proximity from the two made you both feel slightly uncomfortable although there was the tinge of enthusiasm and unwanted warmth in the air.

"I do eat, I'm just not hungry, some people don't like to eat as much as you do Jungkook." You scowled, before looking in the corner of your eyes to watch his scowl deepen, his eyes not leaving the side of your face as he glowered.

You both snapped away when Namjoon's lazed chuckle erupted through the dense air, you couldn't help but nervously turn to the intimidating male, but he was already staring at you. He was lazy, but that didn't mean he wasn't feared.

"I'm very surprised Von." His chuckles slowly turned sour, his eyes rapidly moving across the room over all Seven of the Sins and the only Hope around before keeping his bland yellow mingled eyes on you.

"Surprised by?"

"Jungkook hasn't eaten you yet."

No one seemed bothered by their leaders words, although Jungkook's unhappy demeanour worsened to possibly what you'd call it as–Fury or disgust.

"Namjoon." He snapped in a warning, his voice voided, deepened and echoed through the cracks and halls of the Manor, which didn't frighten the men at all, they continued to listen as Namjoon spoke.

"Jungkook had the tendency to drink Angel blood, he has the least control out of all of us." Namjoon no longer laughed, he had suddenly spoken seriously which made the room dimmer and more chilling then before.

"Had?"

They all ignored your question.

A sour and cruel smile curved onto Yoongi's— Wrath's lips when you turned towards his direction, but he didn't speak, Jin did. "You have very appealing blood Von."

You stayed silent, turning towards a bothered JungKook, you watched silently as he stood in disgust. Scooping a green lollipop in between his lips before stalking out of the room.

You followed, but not without hearing the conversation as you stalked away through the passages, following Jungkook's trail.

"I'm actually extremely surprised he hasn't drained her yet." Jin– Greed muttered, his voice continued to echo through the dimming hall. "But then again this might be the day we find little miss Von, Dead."

"I don't know, after Hope, he hasn't drank any blood." Jimin argued, which you couldn't seem to hear as your hearing started to span too far away as you followed the path towards Jungkook's room.

"He's probably still shocked, the rage he had that day was probably the worst I had ever seen..."

"I wouldn't be surprised, he was in shock, he regretted everything."

"We all fucking did!"

Taehyung's voice burst through the room, it wasn't clear but his deep voice was purely obvious. After the words left his lips, a muffled sound of clashing and screeches echoed through the hall, barks and snarls followed.

You ended up ignoring the urge to know who started the fight, and who won, resting your extensive ears and silently following Jungkook.

You brushed their words from the deep conversation off, storing it in the back of your head for later when you could work everything together. Because it was strange.

It was highly known, The Seven Deadly Sin's had always craved and needed blood. It was a peculiar circumstance where Jungkook wouldn't drink it, especially when being Gluttony, you'd expect him to drink far too much, rather then not at all.

Following the males steps, you watched as he turned a corner and slipped into his room, you effortlessly followed and slipped in before he slammed it shut.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He sneered, peering down at you, you were stuck between his muscled body and the closed doors. Which worried you, you had no way of getting out of here if he ended up 'sucking you dry' as Jin said.

"I was worried, you seemed bothered." You hummed, you weren't lying. You watched as his brows furrowed at your words, a sour and careless laugh left his lips before he stalked away, finding a seat on his swing.

There was a leap in the beat of his heart, his heart hammered when he heard the words leave your attractive pink lips. He pushed the need for you away, he could be punished for even talking so personally with you, he could spill anything.

"Liar."

The word left his lips so carelessly, he didn't even care for an explanation or had the want to talk to you at all, as you followed his steps, that's just what you believed, walking in front of the swing.

"I'm not lying Gluttony. Angel's can't lie." You argued, placing you hands over your waist, before looking over his mindless form. His brows narrowed and his lips plucked as he pulled the lollipop out of his mouth.

"Then...Are you interested in me?"

"I can't lie Jungkook, but I'm allowed to ignore you."

Jungkook's frown deepened, before his legs started to swing against the air, his arms moving to slowly push and pull the rope holding the swing, the swing slowly rocking in his hold.

"But anyway–" you flicked the conversation away, opting on a new one to rise when you started to fall curious. Which wasn't a very good idea, when you got curious, you couldn't seem to control your thirst to know more.

"I have some questions."

"Shoot."

Although the words willingly said you could ask, the way he said it made you ponder, watching as his face darkened as his mind was clearly too deep and out of it, thinking about something.

In other words, you guess when he said shoot, he didn't want answers, he actually wanted to shoot you.

"Why don't you like blood? I thought Demon's craved it."

His eyes pierced you when the question left your plumped lips, you couldn't help but flinch back when his eyes hardened and narrowed, the green in his eyes hardly seen as they darkened so efficiently.

"It starts to get boring when you have it so often." He sneered, his tousled brown hair being raked through before his green eyes moved away from your own white ones, which pierced his own and made him feel more uncomfortable then he's ever felt before.

Liar, you should've realised he'd never tell you the complete truth, or ever willingly talk to you.

You hummed. "So you've never been as greedy as the others? When it comes to blood?"

"Well I'm not as greedy as Greed." He was trying to push the subject, change your thoughts, maybe distract you. His sour and sarcastic voice rolled through the air and tensed the room.

"But you're pretty greedy nonetheless." You sighed, leading him on and seeing how high his stability was for anger, fury. His face darkened.

"I'm greedy and needy, but not for blood."

"Why? Gluttony over-consumes and desires everything, you want your hands on anything you can get, why not blood?"

Jungkook looked away, hiding his discomfort in the topic before his mental stability for anger aroused into physical ire.

"Because!"

You were getting far too up his ass, but you couldn't seem to stop and realise you were sinking too deep into his personal mentality, it was all snapping, you could see.

"Why Jeon Jeongguk?! "

"I don't drink blood because I can't stand it! I used to drink Angels dry and watch as their eyes finally get the glimpse of Death. But for some reason— I can't, my body doesn't allow me any fucking more!"

You could tell he was lying, but some words had came out fair enough, he was admitting to some part of the text, yet nonetheless still hiding something.

He stood in a heap, marching towards your thin and fragile body till it had smashed into the wall behind you, his body then cramping you in between.

Both of you were out of breath, either from the spill of words leaving your lips to the marching back and being squashed between a wall, both of you couldn't seem to think about the next sentence.

"I'm sorry."

You regretted it, of course you did.

Jungkook clearly slacked, you watched as his muscled relaxed behind his thin pair of clothes as his body moved to keep itself beside the wall, although still keeping you where you were.

"N-no...you're fine, it was me."

His voice seemed so different when he apologised, the world seemed so much smaller when you relished how this boy could really be two people, which was nonetheless strange yet appealing. A demon– Gluttony, before he'd turn into this young boy; Jungkook.

An innocent and youthful boy, against a rivalling and cruel Demon of Gluttony.

It hit you, maybe these men were more then just a representation of a Sin—They possibly could be controlled by demons inside their victimised bodies and mentalities.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You questioned, finally realising the stare coming from his direction as you stood below him, looking effortlessly helpless against him.

"You're so..."

Before he could continue his words, possible compliment or a downing insult. His lips crashed with yours in a heated mess, a mess of teeth tongue and lollipop green flavoured lips.

It continued, which made you forget about the conversation before hand, although you would remember sooner or later while time passes— something happened to make Jeon Jeongguk, Sin of Gluttony, adamant on never drinking blood again.

— curiously killed the cat ;)

Hey guys :) I just wanna say how awesome you all are, I really appreciate you guys voting and commenting.

Quick question— who do you ship the most at the moment with Von and Hope?

I really like Von and Jungkook at the moment, Hope and Jimin/Hoseok, but I'm promising you guys some good ships in the future ;)