The Seven Sinners

The Seven Sinners

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Ansem the Wise - Wrath

It had been over a decade, and yet still not a day went by that Ansem's heart was not clouded by rage and fury.

Every night, when he was alone, he would often dream of ripping out Xehanort's heart and squishing it on the ground. Then he would take out a hatchet and chop up the rest of his foolish apprentices until they were nothing more than tiny pieces of flesh soaked in their stained and impure blood.

No matter what it took, Ansem would get his revenge.

Even if he had to take advantage of the witch girl, and eventually killer.

Even if he had to force the silver-haired boy of tapping into the darkness, making him a shadow of his former self.

Even if he had to force his research into that boy's heart, to carry out his biddings.

It didn't matter what lines Ansem had to cross; his wrath had completely covered his heart in a blanket of ignorance.

Xehanort - Pride

Xehanort was walking back from his Master's study. The latter had been speaking with King Mickey when he walked in, and he could still hear his stern, unforgiving voice.

"These thoughts are best left forgotten."

Those words still kept buzzing around in Xehanort's head like an angry bee ready to sting at any moment. Putting a hand to his forehead, Xehanort shook his head in disbelief.

These thoughts?

Forgotten?

"No," Xehanort muttered to himself. These thoughts could not be forgotten.

These thoughts were all he had; all that he could ever be. He had lost his true identity long ago; this new existence had broght him back to life when he had just given up on it.

And the Master wanted him to forget it all? All the things he's seen? The heart and all of its wonders? Its true potential?

No.

They could not be forgotten.

Xehanort would not forget them.

As he slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes, the apprentice vowed that no matter what, he would never give up on his quest to discover the nature of the heart.

He would not give up on his life, as Ansem had somewhat suggested.

He would move forward, never back.

He would do it even if he had to take the lives of his Master and peers.

And he would do it… even if it meant he had to destroy this new life that had taken him over a decade to make.

Braig - Greed

The Keyblade.

The Key that connects everything.

The weapon to join Kingdom Hearts.

Whatever one called it, Braig wanted it. He wanted it so very badly. He didn't care how he got it, just so long as he could wield its incredible power. With it, he could cast magic of unbelievable wonders, and fighting would be like play to him. None would be able to face him in battle, and he would he heralded as the greatest fighter ever.

Braig wanted the Keyblade for nothing more than the power and glory that came with it. He could finally make a name for himself, a new life where nobody could tell him what to do, where he was his own boss.