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"Come on get up, we have work to do!"

Jia shot up in her bed, looking around to see her surroundings. She wasn't with the seven deadly sins, instead she had met eyes with a confused looking Renjun across the room. "Good morning?" He said more of a question than a statement.

"That was fun to watch." Sloths voice rang in the back of her mind. "So you guys decided to not tell me we can communicate telepathically?" Jia thought, getting up to get ready to leave.

"I mean you would have found out sooner or later. Anyways, we are going to go dormant unless you call for us or we feel you are in danger. Have fun." Gluttony popped in. Jia didn't feel the need to respond, instead looking at herself in the mirror before washing her face. With a snap of her fingers, she had a new change of clothes on and was ready to go.

Walking downstairs, Jia let out a breath. "So where are we off to today?" She asked. "The house on spring locks end." Mark answered, sighing after taking a drink of his coffee. "Remember everyone, once we get in there, trust no one. Trust nothing. Once we are in there it's every man for themselves. This is no joke, now let's go." Minjae warned before everyone exited the cabin.

Further out in the middle of a field, Feifei and Minjae opened up a neon purple portal. As they were preparing to send everyone inside, Jia looked past the portal, onward through the large stretch of land. On the hilltop about two miles away stood a figure. Jia was frozen where she was. "Abaddon. Don't fear him, he will come to you when it's time." Prides voice rang through Jias mind. She couldn't manage to break her stare at the archangel. Even as she was ushered into the portal, she held her gaze on him.

It was only when she appeared in front of a large abandoned house that she snapped back to reality. "When we go in here, you are all going to be faced with your future. As officials, we simply monitor over you all. It may be near, maybe a really long time away. Remember nothing is as it seems. It's all fake and you need to keep moving forward so we can all regroup. Don't let fear control you. Good luck." Feifei announced.

Minjae and Feifei entered the house first, everyone else following one by one. Jia was one of the first to enter followed by Jisung and Haewon. Stepping through the door, it was like she entered a new world. It was cold, eerie. Looking around, she realized she was in hell. Her heart sank at the realization that hell had frozen over. A crown on her head symbolizing that she failed to protect her kingdom. Her eyes searched over the horizon for any signs of life. Only when she looked down was when she felt like she was going to be sick. Thousands of demon corpses littered the streets.

Turning around, everything went black. Jia was confused. Suddenly a light began to shine down on her, revealing a body length mirror in front of her. Looking at herself, a black and red tiara decorated her head, her black hair flowing down her shoulders and back. A dark maroon dress clung to her body. What took her off guard was her wings. One black and one white. She then zoned in on her eyes, a swirl of red and gold. Her breath hitched. When she blinked, she was back where she was originally. Standing amongst the bodies, she began to grow scared of her future. "It's an illusion, keep moving." She repeated to herself over and over as she marched past the deceased.

She saw an exit through a portal that was pretty far away. Rushing towards it, she tried her best not to look around at the demise of her kingdom. "How does it feel to lose everything?" A feminine voice echoed. "To lose the gamble." The voice added. Jia tried to ignore it, continuing on towards the exit. Her fear was rising slowly.

"To cause the demise." The voice laughed tauntingly. "You played the game, you lost." It added one last time. Jia broke out into a full on sprint towards the portal, but not before being averted by the sight in front of her. Her breaths became labored, her heartbeat racing. Her lips trembled as her throat became clogged.

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