Envy casually strolled from the pastry shop, bloodied digits reaching into a bag of freshly made doughnut holes. Anyone who hoped to satiate their sweet tooth today in that shop would find only disastisfaction. They'd also catch that the baker, the owner... Whatever the fuck you wanna call him, hacked into several pieces. In the center of the shop was a chocolate fountain... The rich, sweet goodness was just a tad darker for it was tinged with blood that spurted from the chef's open mouth that was oh so grotesquely mounted on the center piece. The pipe in which the chocolate would flow from was connected to the groin of what had been the man's legs, sucking up any of the blood that was left in said body part.

The man had it coming. He wanted everything he could get his meaty fingers onto, and that was not how it worked... No one could ever want more than Envy herself wanted. She was, after all, the epitome of want. A low hum rolled up from her stomach and between pale, lush pink lips as she strolled along. Passers by would mistake the red on her fingers for something like corn syrup... Not that any would dare ask to be certain. Envy appeared to have a high self esteem, which was always true; except when it came to the abundance of Angels around.

- Lies was here!

The sin would never openly admit it, but they intimidated her. She feared they'd send her back to where she came from, and her fun would be spoiled. Envy did not want that. It was boring up there in Heaven, and what good would she be up there, not doing what she was created to do?


Thunder roared over head and a flash of lightning flickered across the sky. Many of the humans around her scurried off to seek some sort of asylum to pretect them from the rain, but she kept the same stride - never speeding up or slowing down. Long, champagne locks bounced and swayed around her shoulders, bouncing breasts, and face. Her features could be compared to that of a girl who'd gone from a good little christian woman to a bad girl. Envy always tried to keep that edge. The sin was clad in a tight, black pair of jeans that showed off wide, curvy hips and a tone, plump rear. Red, six inch heels clicked and clacked against the pavement in an almost melodic manner. Clinging to her chest was a snug, low cut halter top with black polka dots. Oh, she looked stunning.. A familiar grin passed over her lips upon remembering an incident that had occured when she first took on this form.


A man and his wife, or girlfriend had been walking across the street and he had stopped to stare... The woman he was with grew jealous and hollered for him to hurry up from the side walk... Of course though, being enchanted by Envy... Poor fellow was not quick enough. Smack... kersplat... All over the road. People screamed, and the sin strolled away with the very grin she had on her face now. It was amazing - having that affect on people...

"Caught up in this madness, too blind to see...woke animal feelings in me, took over my senses and I lost control, I'll taste your blood tonight... hummed the raven haired abomination as he went to work. Flesh tore and squelched beneath the onslaught of his blade. Its steely point dug, sending multiple spatters of sweet, liquid candy spattering up his arms and clotting into his hair. The once pristine face was painted with a mask of both gore and maddened determination as the butcher worked, cut, snipped. The gory mass of disemboweled flesh and crushed bone spreading its filthy, moist tendrils across the pavement below had once been a man, and nearby rested a similar mass of remains. The unrecognizable state of their mutilated corpses only gave credence to the being's incredible propensity for violence, his thirst for blood. That need that fueled him, the call of the blade. As for what the two had done to deserve such a brutal death at the hands of a madman, it had been a paltry manner. He'd allowed himself the luxury of a jaunt across the town, to fuel one of the other worldly addictions that he'd allow himself to partake of, seeking that nicotine fix. Cigars in hand, he'd been knocked aside by the couple and bestowed only with a sneering glance at his multicolored locks and the thin (though sinewy) construction of his body.

Of course, for one who was so blatantly superior, so perfect, this had not rested well upon his mind. So he took his purchases and lingered outside of the store, allowing himself the comfort of lighting one of the sticks. The faint scent of wild cherry rose from the cigarillo, spreading its sweet essence and lacy blue tendrils upwards in a lazily adrift dance before carrying itself away to nothing. And as they'd left, he'd allowed himself to unmeld from that shadow and follow, honing himself. He flattened until he became one with his urges, the body he inhabited practically thromming with the excitement. The hunt...the kill. He'd shadowed them for a little over four blocks before allowed himself his far more addictive fix, muscles coiling and unleashing the hidden strength to allow his sinewy form to launch forth, outstretched palms coiling about both to yank them into the alleyway for their final rites. The attack had been savage, violent, and almost sensual with the sheer reverential glee he'd displayed in relieving them of steaming entrails and spilling sacred blood. In fact, he'd become so overcome with the intermingled lusts for both blood and sex, that upon finishing the girl, he'd taken it upon himself to have her as she bleed out from the gaping wound in her throat. His lust spent for the time being, he'd dropped her to finish the job and now stood back to admire his handiwork. Gore painted the small alleyway and the man standing above the mutilated fallen, the blood that'd speckled his form now running from him in cloudy, pink streamers as the rain began to fall.

He departed quickly. Soon, the proper authorities would arrive, and while he enjoyed bloodshed, it was not a confrontation he'd like to have at that moment. And then the scent caught him...sexuality. Sensuous arrogance...Envy. A broad grin stretched upon boyish features and pushed the scar upon his cheek to its limits as he followed the pulse of energy and came upon the plump bottomed girl, allowed a hand (still tacky with the residue of his doings) to encompass that lightly bouncing rear as they stumbled along. Surely she would not refuse the sudden advance...after all, he was beautiful. Talented...dangerous. Pale lips parted to issue a faint, tinkling laugh, "So I see I wasn't the only one out for play time today, dear Envy...

The sin continued her arrogant stroll down the streets filled with gloomy atmospere... A strong wind followed another roar of thunder, whipping the coils of satin hair around her shoulders and face... If Envy wasn't great at being inconspicuous, her steps would have faltered at the scent of fresher blood, sex, and... Pride. She didn't slow or stop her strut though; she found it so much more amusing to deceive and let those think they know she's surprised, ect.

As Pride's fingers found a home on her ass the sin gasped and arched. A feral hiss escaped her lips, emerald hues shooting daggers at her fellow sin when her head shifted quickly to the side to glance over her shoulder. "These are my favorite jeans, you know... Her brief disgust and offense faded from her features though and was replaced with a half-assed grin. "Of course not... You should know I'd rather be doing something than sitting around and doing nothing... Those cretin's presence are causing home to be...less and less... amusing." Envy pivoted on her heels and extended her arm that held the bag of blood-glazed doughnut holes. "Want one? Made them myself.." Her emerald hues danced over his current selection of a host and quirked a brow. Interesting choice there, Pride... Must have been difficult to choose from a sea of emotional, attention-striving children, hm?.. The tone of her voice was snide, but Envy was the kind to only banter... If she was pissed, the whole world would feel her wrath. Envy stepped closer to Pride, raising her other arm to pinch at the red streak of hair and scoop up the goo that was part of his victims and pop it into her mouth. Her face contorted. "Ew... Bad taste in victims though.."

He selected one of the gooier bits of pastry and popped the crimson soaked cake into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. At her scathing reference to the host, he nearly lost his temper. But only nearly. Still, it rankled him (despite her teasing nature) at the sheer suggestion that he was less than perfect, and he was forced to quell the urge to grasp the deliciously curvy blonde about her petite, swan-like neck and throttle the life out of her host. To feel strong fingers crushing delicate flesh until the windpipe collapsed and the last, blood vomited breaths were gurgled before life left...shaking his head, he merely gave a petulant sigh at her before delivering a sharp blow to her bottom. He gazed on in amusement for a precious few moments as the delectable curve jiggled almost frantically before the blow before selecting another bloody morsel. Chewing thoughtfully at her comment, he finally seemed to come to a decision and agree, "Only because I focused on satisfying my hunger, and not my taste. We both know that I wouldn't select such a decidedly untasty relic unless I intended to do so..." And thus he refused to submit, to admit even an obvious flaw in the face of his own kind. As such was Pride. Perfect, infallible in every way...and roguishly handsome. He viewed himself as godlike, and believed himself to be superior to his fellow Sins.

The hand that was free of holding anything lunged foward, and if successful, A smooth smack would emanate from her palm's collision to his face. Envy enjoyed to be touched, but she also enjoyed fighting those who think they were worthy enough to do so... Except of course Violence, who had once, years ago bent one of her daintier hosts over a counter and showed her who was in control then.

She smiled at Pride then. He was one of the few sins that amused her - unlike Gluttony, who ate just about everything he saw, and most likely even fucked. "That's true, I suppose... Perhaps I just like having all the luxuries these petty humans muster. It's rare that you find a decent host today..." As true as that felt to her, the sin was just really picky about what body she took control over. They all had to look good of course.

There was no doubt that she'd seen his annoyance at her comment about ruining her jeans, and her curiosity piqued at what he would feel compelled to do should her slap have been successful.

A faint growl rumbled forth from the man's throat at the sudden strike upon his person. She had dared attack him. The stupid bint would find herself in a mess of trouble for this ill-contrived action born out of anger. A muscular hand coiled about the offending wrist in mid swing with the faint smack of colliding flesh. A strange sort of dangerous arrogance rose within emerald irises and a smirk curled its way onto lush lips before his own beast rose to meet Envy's, wrenching the dainty female's appendage backwards even as his hips began to move, forcing her to the nearest surface with a rather vicious collision of mortar and brick to delicate to flesh. Still, the arm wrenched until he'd pinned it to her arm and nearly yanked its from its socket...and then he released, tossing her further down the alleyway, skidding through congealing blood and butchered remains as he followed. The faint traces of the blood still spattered across his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt only gave credence to the madman as he descended upon her, a hellish creature backlit by silvery ribbons of lightning arcing overhead and soon producing the thunderous cymbal of thunder.

An outstretched palm intended to coil about her throat, to yank her to his level and peer into her depths as he spoke. His voice was low, dangerous, promising deadly repercussions should she defy him, should she question his absolute perfection, much less have the audacity to assault him once more, "Now, now, Envy...leave the childish little tantrums to Wrath, lest yet wish to be forced into a new host all so soon. We both know that you couldn't possibly hold your own against me. So why bother? Did I hurt your poor little feelings, whore?

Envy grinned at him as he caught her wrist, weakening the effect of her hit just a bit. As the sin's arm was twisted uncomfortably behind her back and she was slammed into the building closest to her, a roar of protest ripped from her throat, blending in with the shudder of the building and the sibilance of crumbling bricks. The nerves in her current body, to Envy's dismay, had connected to her, and she could feel the pain the human would have felt had she been in complete control... Thankfully the sin had the ability to contort and adapt to the most uncomfortable of positions. Envy scrunched her nose and grunted in disgust as she landed and slipped through the guts and bloodied remains of Pride's toys and whirled around to give him a piece of her mind, but was cut short by his hand to her throat. The sin's own dazzling emerald hues glared up into his as he raised her to his level, burning with pure anger. Those lush lips stretched out into a hard flat line and her teeth ground against one another at his insulting comments. Envy puckered her lips and spat at him. "How dare you compare me to him?! I'm better than anyone else; I get what I want - what I deserve. No one can be more persuading than I. Not even you..." A low, seductive chuckle escaped her lips when he called her a whore and taunted her about harmed feelings."Not even close, fucker... And it's not my fault I'm Imperial City's most wanted thing... I call it... Enjoying the attention." Envy clicked her tongue and grinned at him. "Seems like I've hurt your feels, for you to have slammed me against the building and tossed me into your mess of nasty toys..."

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