┊⤷❛ 欲望の端 ☣ ❜ ┊
❝¡! sɪx sɪɴs + ʟᴏʀᴅ × ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ !¡❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Lyra after dying by her obsessive ex-boyfriend, sent to Hell and became the part of Seven Sins.
❛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨...
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THE DIM GLOW of the temple cast shadows over Lyra, Selene, Ashton, and Lea as they gathered around a broken altar, remnants of its former glory crumbled to dust.
The once grand structure was now nothing more than a sanctuary for survivors of Hell's ongoing war: a war fueled by madness and obsession.
Lyra stood in the center, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she tried to contain the frustration that bubbled beneath her skin.
The fragile alliance she was attempting to build felt like balancing on the edge of a blade.
One wrong move, one misplaced word, and everything could come crashing down.
Ashton, the Sin of Sloth, lounged against the wall, his posture relaxed as if the chaos outside were of no concern to him.
His gray eyes drifted lazily across the room, as if he couldn't be bothered to care about the impending war; or perhaps, he didn't care about anything at all.
Selene, the Sin of Envy, paced back and forth like a predator stalking its prey.
Her green eyes flickered with a restless intensity, constantly shifting between Lyra and the door, as if she were contemplating whether to stay or leave.
The tension between Selene and Lyra was thick, an unspoken rivalry born from years of envy and resentment, though Lyra had never fully understood why.
Lea, ever steady and loyal, stood beside Lyra, her presence a calming force amidst the turmoil.
She'd been a pillar of support since the start of the war, and while she had her own desires, her bond with Lyra had kept her grounded.
"We can't wait much longer," Lyra finally said, breaking the uneasy silence.
"Evander and Cassian are relentless, and it's only a matter of time before their fight spills over into the rest of Hell."
"Relentless is an understatement," Lea muttered, her gaze darkening.
"They're both obsessed, completely lost in their own egos."
Ashton raised an eyebrow, his smirk barely visible in the dim light.
"Isn't that what they've always been? We just didn't see it until now."
Lyra shot him a look, her voice firm.
"This isn't the time for cynicism, Ashton. If we don't stop them, Lucian wins. He'll tear Hell apart with his games, and none of us will survive."
"Survival is relative," Ashton said with a yawn, his expression indifferent.
"But I suppose I'd prefer not being torn to pieces by those two."
Selene stopped pacing, her gaze narrowing as she regarded Lyra.
