Seven

----------Envy---------- Leviathan stood glaring at the action in front of him. As the prince of Envy, he was used to the jealous thoughts swirling around in his head as he watched his brothers get ready to compete. He had been the most prominent sin for the last 100 years and due to the rules set by his father, he could not compete in this century’s tournament. He hated that rule. He ran his fingers through his long, chestnut, hair, so close to pulling out the strands as he watched his brothers. The jealousy he felt was twisting his stomach into painful knots. That was one problem about being a prince of a sin, that sin was every inch of who you were. The brothers all stood facing each other, a loud, thunderous storm rumbling around them. It was one of his father’s designs, the idea of ripping apart those souls trapped in hell in a heavy storm that never ended was something he took pleasure in watching. It came as no surprise, though after all he was the devil. Speaking of the devil, “Boys!” a voice that was full of sickeningly sweet charm echoed through the thunder roaring above them. It was a voice that had human’s skin crawling as they begged and sobbed for mercy. Yet for the seven deadly sins it was the sound of their father’s voice. Leviathan turned his head seeing his father walking towards all of them, dressed in a slim black suit, his black hair groomed and his blood red eyes sparkling in a flash of lightning. “I am very excited for this tournament to begin, I’ve waited a hundred years for this” he grinned a deadly smile at his own joke and the brothers fake chuckled, not wanting to face the consequences if they didn’t. “So, let’s get started shall we?’ the devil grinned rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Okay lets have Mammon and Abaddon” he pointed to the prince of greed and sloth. “Belephegor and Asmodeus’ he glanced at the hungry expression of the prince of gluttony and the smirk on the prince of lust’s faces before returning to the final two competitors. “Lucifer and Sathanus’ he gestured to the prince of pride and wrath. Leviathan gritted his teeth together, crossing his arms over in frustration. He wanted to compete, screw fairness. “Chill out Levi’ Asmodeus spoke up seeing the envious expression on his brother’s face. “You’ve only got to wait another 100 years” he smirked and Leviathan growled, swatting at his older brother. “None of that boys” Satan reprimanded, sounding like a father instead of the devil at that moment and both princes looked down sheepishly. “Now let the tournament commence” he clapped his hands as a bolt of lightning cracked brightly. Lucifer was the first one to make a move, brandishing a grand sword out of thin air, he quickly attacked Sathanus, who side stepped out of the way just in time. He glared over at his brother, stormy grey eyes clouding over as Pride smirked. Leviathan sat on a chair besides his father’s throne pouting once more, his big chartreuse green eyes glazed over with envy as he watched his brothers begin to fight each other. The actions of Lucifer had set a chain of motion and as the fighting commenced, the tournament had begun. ----------Gluttony---------- Belephegor sat beside Leviathan, eagerly stuffing his face with a new piece of fried chicken, ignoring the looks of disgust his brothers sent him as he took a big gulp of wine. He was the prince of indulgence; it shouldn’t be that surprising that he liked food and his drink. He had lost his match against Asmodeus, the lust prince more of a trickster then he led on. Belephegor didn’t mind that much however, as much as he would have loved to be the most prominent sin for the next century, he had won two tournaments ago so he wasn’t as sour about it as his brothers. ‘Have you calmed down yet Sathanus?’ Satan questioned his third oldest son, the prince of wrath. Belephegor smiled over the golden goblet, remembering wrath’s tantrum when he lost his match against Lucifer. Sathanus glared over at his brother catching the smile, his shaggy blonde hair was messy and practically sparking with electricity. He turned to his father seriously though “I’ll restrain myself father’ he promised and the devil nodded. Belephegor smiled still as he turned his attention towards the matches in front of him. The remaining sins, Pride, Lust and Greed all stood afloat the river Styx, the green murky water crowded with drowning souls. The semi-finals round consisted of all three remaining contestants fighting against each other while they still tried to remain afloat the river. It grew increasingly more interesting when some of the drowning souls would reach up and try to drag the princes down. Belephegor looked over from his piece of chicken at the sound of a snore. It shouldn’t have been that surprising that Abaddon had fallen asleep again. Being the sin, Sloth, laziness was a given for him. Belephegor rolled his eyes at his sleeping brother, sinking his teeth into the fried chicken as he turned his attention back onto the fight occurring on top of the river. Mammon the prince of greed was almost as ambitious as Lust and Pride. He dodged a strike from Asmodeus only to s***h at Lucifer’s side. The prince of pride grimaced through the pain but the bleeding cut on the side of his stomach healed almost as quickly as it appeared. “Getting a bit feisty huh Mon?” Lucifer taunted and Mammon shrugged before blocking a swing from Asmodeus. Asmodeus scoffed, looking over at his brother “Coming from you Luce, that’s rich” he quickly swung his sword at the soul trying to get a grip on his leg. “Whatever” he ignored his brother’s comment before swinging his sword at him. Belephegor ignored the banter occurring between his brothers; it was the same old things. He went to grab another drink of wine only to see the goblet was empty. With a lazy wave of his hand the goblet filled to the brim with red wine. He smiles happily taking in another sip; he really did love being the prince of gluttony. ----------Sloth ---------- Abaddon watched through tired eyes as his brother’s continued to fight in front of him. He wouldn’t have minded winning the tournament that century but he didn’t really mind that he had lost either. As the sloth prince, Abaddon rarely cared about his responsibility, being lazy and doing nothing was a much more pleasant activity for him. As he watched the swords crash and clang up against one another, he let out another tired yawn, his white teeth sparkling as his mouth opened. His head came to rest just above his shoulder as he blinked, sleep slowly overcoming him once more. After all the events taking place in front of him was just too boring to watch. ----------Wrath---------- Sathanus rolled his grey eyes as Mammon ducked underneath a sword attack from Lucifer. For a soft spoken prince of greed, he was swift on his feet. Gritting his teeth together Sathanus glanced away from his fighting brothers, to control the anger coursing through his veins. It had been 4 centuries since he had won a tournament and he had hoped this century was his, only to beaten out by Lucifer. “Shouldn’t we make this more interesting father?” he spoke up with a twisted smirk, his grey eyes sparkling with excitement as a thought crossed his mind. Satan turned to look at his son, curiosity shining in his own red eyes; Belephegor, Leviathan and the recently awoken Abaddon glanced over, wondering where their brother was going with this. “What did you have in mind Sathanus?” his father questioned. Sathanus smirked with glee before toning it down, not wanting to give away his thoughts so easily “Maybe the river just isn’t cold enough for the poor souls?” he hinted. A sly smile curled on the devil’s lips before he waved a clawed hand. A chill formed in the air and the river began to freeze over. The three sins competing where overwhelmed as the souls began to try and claw their way out of the water before they became frozen. The moaning and screaming would have caused mortal ears to bled and burst. Sathanus watched, his rage cooling as he watched his brothers scramble. It was a lovely sight for him to see his normally collected brothers show panic in their expressions. However his smirk faded as Lucifer took his chance, striking a well-aimed blow at Asmodeus. The prince of Lust fell but before he was succumbed to the icy water, Satan clicked his fingers and all three sins appeared before him, the river Styx behind them turned back to its murky green and the souls began floating through the water once more. “Well done Lucifer and Mammon, you are through to the finals. Better luck next century Asmodeus” the prince of lust sent a scowl in his brother’s direction, the ugly action ruining his otherwise beautiful face. “Shall we proceed to the next level?” Satan spoke like a question but the way he vanished from the seven sins sight, the brothers knew it was an order. Sathanus scowled a look on both pride and greed’s faces. A look of victory expressed, almost as if they had already won the tournament. Just like that Sathanus’ wrath crackled to life once more. ----------Lust---------- Asmodeus’ leg bounced up and down from where he sat restlessly. In front of him stood Mammon and Lucifer, Pride and Greed, both with serious expressions as they faced each other. Surrounding the two was fire, red hot flames licking at the walls and ground around them. Asmodeus kept up his cocky, charming exterior that he was known for not letting the disappointment he felt for having lost in the semi- finals shine through. “Mammon, Lucifer” Satan addressed each of his two sons, red eyes meeting both blue and green. “Are you ready?” he questioned and both of them gave a low nod. “Begin!” Almost instantly blades were drawn and the metal clanged together. Asmodeus watched with thinly veiled interested as they fought, trying to avoid the flames surrounding them. While not a lot of things hurt the seven deadly sins, hell fire was one of the things that did. Each Greed and Pride swung their swords together, the metal clanging against each other, sending out an annoying ringing sound that hurt Asmodeus’ ears. “I can already tell this is going to get boring really fast” he joked but none of his brothers laughed. Sathanus was still watching, arms crossed and the air around him practically crackling. Abaddon had fallen back to sleep, seeing no reason to be awake, Belephegor had resumed to stuffing his face with food and wine and Leviathan watched the fight take place, cracking his knuckles, green eyes alight with jealousy. Only his father gave a small laugh but because he was the devil it still sounded more sinister then amused. Asmodeus leaned back into his throne; fingers tapping against the arm rest in impatience. He could be charming a mortal woman right about now but instead he had to watch his brothers hit each other repeatedly until one of them fell. It was going to be a long fight, after all when you’ve been alive since the creation of man; you were going to be a master at fighting one way or another. Asmodeus’ long fingers continued tapping against the wood as he watched. ----------Pride---------- Lucifer narrowly dodged his brothers blade and he smirked up at him “Getting a bit cocky there aint we little brother?” he teased, taking a swing of his own. “Just imagining your face when I win” Mammon replied, dodging and spinning underneath, sending an upper cut to Lucifer’s side. Lucifer bit down the grunt of pain and yanked his arm back so it hit Greed’s face. “I think it’ll be your face when I win brother” he grinned as Mammon spat out some red blood from his mouth. Lucifer could already feel his pride begin to swell to new heights. He had won the tournament more times than any of his brother’s. Being the oldest had its perks. He knew that he was more teasing Mammon, taunting him into using his best moves already knowing he was going to win. While Mammon was the prince of greed, he rarely made huge, dramatic deals in getting what he wanted. Yet he always seemed to be able to get it. Lucifer was suddenly caught off guard when Mammon feinted to the left but swiped at his right. He couldn’t hold, back the groan of pain and Mammon hit him over the head with the hilt of his blade. When Lucifer fell to the ground, he switched the blade around pointing the tip of it at his neck. Lucifer stared up at him in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that Mammon beat him and he kicked himself for letting his god damned pride affect his fighting skills. ----------Greed---------- Mammon smiled to himself as he overlooked one of the more populated cities on earth. He could feel his power growing stronger and more powerful as more and more mortals succumbed to their primal instinct of greed. It hadn’t been that long since he had won a tournament yet he had missed the rush. Beating Lucifer would probably be one of the highlights for this century, and he couldn’t wait to begin taunting and teasing his brothers for losing. It was tradition after all. “Enjoying your power, Mammon?” He glanced to the side as his father came to stand beside him, still in the same black suit but he wore a red tie, bringing out pools of his eyes. “Of course father, it is always a joy when you feel the mortals falling to the sin of greed” He replied, hiding the immense satisfaction he felt from his father. He didn’t want him to think him as being too overzealous after all. “Yes” Satan nodded in agreement “It is a wonderful thing. The seven deadly sins are exactly what they are … deadly, to the human’s morality levels of course” “Of course” The devil turned and patted his son’s shoulder, an act unusually fatherly though the devilish smirk on his face said otherwise, “Enjoy you century Mammon” with those words, he vanished. Mammon looked back at the city and smirked “I intend to” ------------------- Greed ruled the world for 100 years, humans succumbing to the sin of wanting everything and anything as fast as their hands could grasp it. 100 years later, all seven deadly sins regathered in the lower levels of hell to compete once more. Satan stood in front of his throne, Mammon by his side as he overlooks his 6 remaining sons. He raised his hands into the air with his familiar devilish smirk “Let the tournament begin!”