a/n: n e ways alternate version of nothings fair in love and war

The battle is over. Cowardice lays on Envy's lap, lifeless and covered in blood. Witchcraft is heavily injured. All his "kids" had merged back with him.

Kindness and Patience tends to everyone's wounds. Mischievous, freed from Black Magic's nails, sits near Cowardice, sadly looking at her. As her friend and ally, it must've hurt to see Cowardice dead.

Despair is sitting alone, staring at the casualties and the injured. The rest are trying to clean up the battleground.

Except for one sin. Lust.

She's staring at her rival, beaten, bloody, and alone, sitting on the ground, limbs shaking, blonde hair matted with her own blood.

Chastity is staring down at the earth, seeing red stains everywhere, too ashamed to lift her head.

"Just leave her alone!" Diligence yells, the only one not as shaken as the others. Even Gluttony is barely able to form sentences. "She's not worth it, Lust!"

Lust ignores him.

"What is there to love about you?" Lust says, looking down at Chastity.

At her rival's words, the virtue dips her head even lower.

The pink-haired sin crouches down next to her rival.

"Nothing," says Lust. In her view, Chastity has nothing. She's got nothing sexually appealing. No makeup, no revealing clothes, and no empathy.

Chastity is heartless.

"I hope you're happy now." Lust says coldly.

She got up, turned, and left, crushing Chastity's last hope for redemption to dust.