Seven Deadly Sins
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Every seven years, the seven deadly sins met in Hell for a tournament. The tournament was designed to see who would become the most prominent sin for the next seven years.
Lucifer, the king of Hell himself, hosted these tournaments, enjoying the prospect of spreading more chaos.
Of course, his idea of a chaotic tournament was a great surprise for the sins this year.
It was a cool evening on Earth, when Lust recieved the text to meet a certain someone. She stood on the corner of Bull Ave and Secetaria Street. The woman stood tall, with tousled hair, thrown over her left shoulder, ringlets of black curls framing her heart shaped face. Her skin was a smooth bronze, and only added to her natural beauty. Her eyebrows were strong, making the woman look fierce, but her eyes were narrow, a sienna brown, giving her a lazy, alluring gaze that most men couldn't help but redden once her stare captured their own.
The woman pursed her lips, covering her straight white teeth, which showcased a gap in between.
Most men loved her gap.
A cigarette was perched inbetween her lips now, and she blew smoke out of her rep lips. She stood akimbo, hands resting on her waist. Her skin was exposed at the abdomen, and her dark spandex were low riding, giving leeway to her desired V-line.
More than once men would stop their car and offer money to her, thinking her job was to please them, but she'd shoo them away - but not before blowing them a kiss. Once enraptured, she'd tell them she was off, but that they could contact her any other time.
"I see you're hard at work again?" A voiced asked the dark woman.
Lust turned around and threw her cigarette bud on the ground, her lips set in a permanent pout.
The man was famaliar to Lust.
"It's nice to see you too, Greed. What do you want?" The woman questioned in her sultry accent.
"What? I can't see my old friend without a reason?" The man held his chest and feigned hurt. "You wound me, Lust, dear."
Lust rolled her eyes and stared at the man in front of her. He was portly, with a thick brow, and heavy set eyes. He cried a cane in his left hand, plated in gold. He wore a suit made of tweed, and a top hat finished his ensemble.
"You never visit anyone without a reason. Now please, hurry it up, before I shoo you away."
Greed chuckled. "You were always the wise one, Lust. But no, today I'm actually not here you, a pity. I'm waiting for someone."
"Let me guess - Luci?"
"The one the only."
It wasn't but ten minutes later when two others arrived.
A man wearing only ripped jeans and a Hawaiian shirt strolled slowly, carefully to where the other two cardinal sins stood. His eyes were half lidded, and his hands were in his pockets.
Another man followed closely behind.
He looked the most normal out of all the sins. He was a seemingly average human, with short brown hair and big brown eyes. His clothes was only some blue jeans and a T-shirt with the words AWESOME on it. He glanced at his partner and grinned, tossing an arm over the man with the Hawaiian tourist shirt. "Fancy seeing you here, money grubber and spread legs."
The man's mouth widened in a smile when he saw the outraged expression of the two sins.
Lust sniffed at him disdainfully. "You're so crude, Pride," she said disgustedly.
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