Seven Deadly Sins
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Every seven years, the seven deadly sins met in Hell for a tournament. The tournament was designed to see who would become the most prominent sin for the next seven years.

Lucifer, the king of Hell himself, hosted these tournaments, enjoying the prospect of spreading more chaos.

Of course, his idea of a chaotic tournament was a great surprise for the sins this year.

It was a cool evening on Earth, when Lust recieved the text to meet a certain someone. She stood on the corner of Bull Ave and Secetaria Street. The woman stood tall, with tousled hair, thrown over her left shoulder, ringlets of black curls framing her heart shaped face. Her skin was a smooth bronze, and only added to her natural beauty. Her eyebrows were strong, making the woman look fierce, but her eyes were narrow, a sienna brown, giving her a lazy, alluring gaze that most men couldn't help but redden once her stare captured their own.

The woman pursed her lips, covering her straight white teeth, which showcased a gap in between.

Most men loved her gap.

A cigarette was perched inbetween her lips now, and she blew smoke out of her rep lips. She stood akimbo, hands resting on her waist. Her skin was exposed at the abdomen, and her dark spandex were low riding, giving leeway to her desired V-line.

More than once men would stop their car and offer money to her, thinking her job was to please them, but she'd shoo them away - but not before blowing them a kiss. Once enraptured, she'd tell them she was off, but that they could contact her any other time.

"I see you're hard at work again?" A voiced asked the dark woman.

Lust turned around and threw her cigarette bud on the ground, her lips set in a permanent pout.

The man was famaliar to Lust.

"It's nice to see you too, Greed. What do you want?" The woman questioned in her sultry accent.

"What? I can't see my old friend without a reason?" The man held his chest and feigned hurt. "You wound me, Lust, dear."

Lust rolled her eyes and stared at the man in front of her. He was portly, with a thick brow, and heavy set eyes. He cried a cane in his left hand, plated in gold. He wore a suit made of tweed, and a top hat finished his ensemble.

"You never visit anyone without a reason. Now please, hurry it up, before I shoo you away."

Greed chuckled. "You were always the wise one, Lust. But no, today I'm actually not here you, a pity. I'm waiting for someone."

"Let me guess - Luci?"

"The one the only."

It wasn't but ten minutes later when two others arrived.

A man wearing only ripped jeans and a Hawaiian shirt strolled slowly, carefully to where the other two cardinal sins stood. His eyes were half lidded, and his hands were in his pockets.

Another man followed closely behind.
He looked the most normal out of all the sins. He was a seemingly average human, with short brown hair and big brown eyes. His clothes was only some blue jeans and a T-shirt with the words AWESOME on it. He glanced at his partner and grinned, tossing an arm over the man with the Hawaiian tourist shirt. "Fancy seeing you here, money grubber and spread legs."

The man's mouth widened in a smile when he saw the outraged expression of the two sins.

Lust sniffed at him disdainfully. "You're so crude, Pride," she said disgustedly.

"Not as much as wrath," the droopy eyed sin said, yawning.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Sloth," Pride said, voice dropped down to a whine. "We gotta wait for the big guy."

Sloth only shrugged.

Envy was next to show up, with her large pearly jewels and elegant ball gown. "Oh, look, it's the thief!" Pride called out when he saw the short haired sin.

Envy's upper lip curled in what seemed to be a sneer.

"I'm not a thief, you oaf," she replied in her thick French accent. "I simply take things that I like."

Sloth yawned and glanced at his cuticles, head resting on Pride's shoulder. "Same thing," he replied in his lolling drawl.

Envy's laughter was brittle. "What would you know? You're a lazy bastard, and you're just a prick who is full of himself!"

Lust rolled her eyes. "Would you not argue," she said thickly to her fellow vices. "You're giving me a headache."

"Blah, blah, blah!" The five of them heard.

Lust, Greed, Pride, Sloth, and Envy all turned around to see someone walking toward them.

"Shut the fuck up, would ya?" The voice said in a loud boisterous Irish accent. "I didn't come all the way down here ta listen ta gowls blather on about their business."

"How lovely to see you, Wrath," Greed said. "But I must say, wankers like you aren't really in a place to call us gowls."

"Ya bloody Brit! Go back to yer own territory, before I puck yeh right in the kisser, you good for nothing-"

"Ah, how nice to see you today," Envy interrupted the Irish man.

Wrath froze mid sentence and stared at Envy, who fluttered her lashes at the man.

Envy was a rather beauty woman, with short, chin length brown hair and a smirk fit for a queen.

She had always had her eyes set on Wrath, with his large muscles, long red mane, and accent thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Of course, Envy wanted many things. Wrath was a little more than want or desire. More like a need.

"I uh, nice to see yeh, lass," Wrath muttered, the tips of his ears burning fiercely. He was like putty in Envy's capable fingers.

"Twenty bucks she makes the first move," Pride whispered to Sloth, who only nodded, his eyes closed, resting still on Pride's shoulder.

"I'll put thirty on the Irish man. Give it a week."

Lust looked at the couple beneath her fringe of lashes and sighed, tucking hair behind her ear. "Don't count out Wrath," Lust said. "He can be very cunning need be."

"How much?" Greed asked enthusiastically.

"Fifty."

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It was a little past midnight when Gluttony finally showed up. He was late due to stopping for a midnight snack.

The cardinal sins all had decided to sit down on a blanket Sloth had brought, and they began to chat, telling each other about their adventures around the countries.

Envy told wild tales of her time thieving in Paris, alongside her partner, a man named Lance.

Greed told of his great profits in Wales, making money off of any company he could, expanding his mansion like other.

Lust didn't say much, but mentioned that her escapades around the current area was enough to satiate her.

Pride went on and on about his awesome life, and how epic he was - going scuba diving, bungee jumping, and skiing. Anything he accomplished over the past seven years was told in detail.

Sloth just slept peacefully in Pride's lap, another blanket wrapped around the duo's body. When the man finally did wake up, he only mumbled something about watching TV with pride at their apartment, and falling asleep.

Wrath had been talking about his drunk adventures in Ireland and Scotland, weaving tales of being in bar fights, and boxing.

Gluttony had been stuffing his face full of crackers, and no one could understand a word he spoke. The deadly sins sat on that deserted street for quite awhile, when smoke and fog sppeared. The five of them stood up, Pride caught under the weight of Sloth. Thunder clapped above them, and Lust rolled her eyes, crossing her eyes. "Really, Luci, no need for such a dramatic entrance," the woman said as the smoke cleared a figure appeared.

It was none other than Satan himself, king of the underworld.

"Hey guys!" He exclaimed. "Long time no see!"

Lucifer wasted no time embracing Lust first, complimenting her looks as always. She of course did the same. "No really, looking gorgeous as always Lust. How's it been going?"

Lust smiled and shook her head. "Lust is as good as ever. It seems to be eating people from the inside out."

"Well you did win the tournament last year," Lucifer said. Lust couldn't help but blush under Lucifer cheery gaze. He wasn't anything like you would would expect him to be. He had short blonde hair that was tousled. His eyes were a bright blue, and he had a smile that could charm any woman, Lust included. He was tall with broad shoulders, and a body that could kill. He was so upbeat and cheery, Lust couldn't help but swoon at times.

After all, opposites attracted.

"Hello, Luci," Greed called out. He hugged the Lord of the underworld and then they exchanged a few words.

The only ones who didn't hug the king of Hell was Pride and Sloth. Sloth was still soundly asleep in Pride's lap, cuddled into the warmth.

"I'm so happy to see you all," Lucifer said in childish delight. "It's been so bland in Purgatory lately. But that's kind of why I invited you guys a day earlier than the actual tournament," Lucifer said.

"Wait, what did you want us for?" Envy asked.

"Yes, get on with it, ya dink!" Wrath shouted.

"Calm down, calm down," Lucifer chimed. "I just wanted to invite you guys for dinner at my place."

"I'm down," Pride said.

"Good!" Lucifer sing songed. "Because I didn't really ask. I was going to force you anyway."

Lust sighed and looked around at her fellow sins.

This would be a long day.

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So excited for pt. 2