Shoot Your Shot

Chapter 1

"How dare you! You told me you loved me, how could you lie to me like this?!" The man screamed as he threw a vase across the room. "Did all this time together mean absolutely nothing to you, you whore?!"

"Whore?! You're calling me a whore just because I wanted a little bit of love in my life? Someone who actually fucking cares about me?"

"Cares about you? Who could ever care about a slut like you?"

"Clearly not you!" She shrieked the words at him while throwing the nearest object and he rolled his eyes. Turning, he moved out of the living room and into the entryway, gather what few things he'd brought with him and opening the door. He'd already billed the man, so he didn't need to waste anymore time here anyways. Let them squabble just like every other couple he'd encountered. Everyone always claimed that they loved each other until they'd found out about some secret. Today it was infidelity, next week it might be money troubles, who knew at this point. After all his time here, though, he certainly felt like he'd seen it all. Moving down the street, he headed towards the fastest route back to his updated home in the south west midsection, regretting heavily that he hadn't brought the car. Turning the corner, he stopped as a very specific limo pulled up in front of him. It was white and gold, with depictions of apples and angels falling. He shifted to go around it, but the door opened and it made him pause.

"Get in." The voice was soft, delicate and gorgeous. It was the voice of an angel, well a fallen one at least. Taking a moment to breathe, he told himself to just follow orders and everything would be alright. Sliding into the car, the door shut behind him and it took off. After a moment, he dared to look up at the owner of the vehicle. Casually seated on one of the side seats, the man had his back straight with perfect posture. His platinum blonde hair had been slicked back and he wore a white and red suit that fit him perfectly. Most importantly, he was watching him with those slitted snake eyes and constant grin. The Prince of Pride and King of Hell; Lucifer Magne. Keeping one's cool in front of the man was hard enough with thousands around, but in a private car when there was only the two of them it was harder than ever before. "Hello, hatchling. Did you have fun with that last contract of yours?"

"Of course not. They're all ridiculously absent minded, possessive, and then they grow insulted should someone in Hell not act how they wish." He dared not lie to the man, after all. The grin on the Kings face grew and he shrugged.

"You could almost say that they're... prideful?" He would have agreed, but in this situation he thought silence best. "It's alright to agree. You're just as guilty of it as they are, Pentious." Listening to the King hiss his name, he tilted his head. He supposed that if anyone would know their cardinal sins, it would be the one sitting across from him. "So many are so full of pride, that's why they fall here. That's not to say that you all don't have any secondary sins with which to garner use, the just sort of decided which ring you fell into." The man slid across the limo and sidled up against him in the blink of an eye. "You, for instance. Most would think, given your reputation and... record," What he'd done in life and how he'd died. "That you're secondary sin would be wrath. They'd be wrong though, wouldn't they Hatchling?" The other man ran a finger up his neck and forced his chin up before scrunching his nose and releasing him. When the fallen Angel leaned in close to his ear, Pentious closed his eyes tightly, though he couldn't for sure say why. "Your secondary is Lust." As quickly as the man had pressed himself against Pentious, he had slid across the limo again. "And Lust is such a fun sin to suffer from. Most hear it and think it's only sex, and for the most part they're right. But you and I know that it's more than just those physical pleasures. You have so many facets of it; a lust for knowledge, and lust for power, and lust for blood. It's caused you to do all sorts of things and it's made you rather ambitious, Hatchling." Glancing out the window, Pentious took a deep breath to steel himself before making what could possibly the stupidest decision of his afterlife.