"You're a pathetic excuse of a sin. Letting a treacherous piece of scum lower than the virtues themselves to escape when you've awakened your power instead of joining me or escaping by yourself? Worthless."

Envy, not yet controlled by the nails yet weakened and injured, still had the strength to respond. "You're the treacherous piece of scum lower than the virtues themselves. You made all the sins fight each other. It was not out of our free will."

As expected, Pride stepped forward and punched Envy's human form. "Don't you know how to shut up?"

"No."

Another punch, followed by a slap. This time it drew blood from Envy. "Then I'll teach you how. Black Magic!" Pride spat.

"Yes, Father," she said, walking closer hurriedly, head bowed down, a wicked smirk on her lips and a nail on her hands, with green strands of hair around it.

"I can't stand his whining. Shut him up."

Black Magic nodded, the smirk growing louder. "Yes, Father."

She stepped closer to Envy, who was bound by Animancy's vines.

He glanced at Lust, eyes blank, before he felt the sharp edge of the nail pierce his skin and pain overwhelmed his mind.