The seven deadly sins

The deadly Sins

Deep in the forest, heavy with the stench of decay, there was a house. And in that house lived seven individuals, each named after one of the Seven Deadly Sins. They were a strange lot, living in isolation from the rest of the world, content to indulge in their own vices. Each had a different fault that plagued them, that ruled their lives.

There was Pride, the vainest of all, who believed that he was above all others. Wrath was the second of the seven, a brooding monster with a terrible temper, who would lash out at the slightest provocation. Greed was the third, a miserly hoarder, who could never have enough. Sloth was the fourth, a lazy, slovenly creature who slept and drank his days away. Envy was the fifth, a jealous creature who saw only the world's injustices and never the joys. Gluttony was the sixth, a monstrous creature who consumed everything in his path, including the other six. And last, but not least, was Lust, the most insatiable of all, who craved the pleasures of the flesh above all else.

Despite their faults, the seven took solace in one another's company, until one day things began to change. They began to have strange, terrifying dreams, where they were pursued by a creature who bore a striking resemblance to Edgar Allan Poe, whose ghost had been seen wandering the forest around their house. In their dreams, Poe tried to get them to see the error of their ways, but the seven were too wrapped up in their sins to listen, not realizing that their fate had been sealed the moment they had chosen to indulge in them.

As the days went on, the dreams became more vivid and the line between waking and sleeping, reality and fantasy, became thinner and thinner. The seven found themselves stalked by the creatures of their own nightmares, beasts made of their basest desires, each one trying to ensnare them in its clutches.

The creature that bore the likeness of Poe followed them through their dreams, warning them of the dangers they faced, but each time it approached, the seven would lash out, trying to drive it away. The more they refused to listen, the more the creatures took on a life of their own, until they were no longer bound to the confines of the dream world.

One by one, the seven met their gruesome fates, pulled apart by the beasts made of their own desires. And watching it all, from the shadows, was the creature that bore the likeness of Poe, watching as they each met their end, knowing deep down that he had failed to guide them away from their own self-destruction. The house in the forest, once so full of life, remained silent and empty, a testament to the fate that awaited those who indulged too deeply in their own vices.