The 7 Deadly Sins

3 | Greed

"Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell."

- Edward Abbey, The Journey Home.

"Stop being such a fuckin' pussy." Scrar pulled up to the ridiculously oversized mansion. "This place is empty. I've been keeping an eye on it for a week and this is the only chance we'll get."

"No, Scar, you just don't know when to quit." his brother, Evan, replied. "You're really pushing your luck. It's stupid to think we could get away with two robberies in one night, especially when it's only the two of us."

"Well, that's just more money for us, isn't it?" Scrar stopped the engine. "Poshli."

Born of former Russian descent, Scrar and Evan were born in the slums and lived most of their lives underground where they were trained as infiltration specialists for the RLF, better known as the Russian Liberation Front. Scrar was the prodigy the RLF had been waiting for - everything that they had thrown at him, he was able to handle with complete ease - everything but the most important part; planning. This is where Evan came into play.

Evan had the one thing Scrar don't didn't; brains. Where Scrar had brawn, Evan had near unparalleled strategic prowess. Thus, they were put together along with three other elite operatives, experts in the art of stealth and killing. The RLF, following the disbanding of the Black Knights, made their power known with a brutal massacre of the Britannian citizens - brutally killing thousands of victims.

Following the savage terrorist attack, the Britannian army invaded the slums, and likewise, slaughtered the poor and homeless - adults and children alike. Only the elites, including Scrar and Evan, had gotten away from the bloodbath that would later be named Red November - where the weather was just as cold as the atmosphere.

"We're going to be in and out of there." Scrar opened the car door. "Just grab anything that looks like it's worth a shit."

With large bags and rifles, the two young men entered the premise and used the darkness to their advantage to weave their way around the cameras littered around the mansion. However, little did Scrar know who he was robbing. This man, the owner of the mansion, was the military advisor for the Andromedian Empire. His mansion alone was an unknown fortress. There mansion was, indeed, populated. By a live-in security team who lived underneath the mansion, along with several nineteenth-generation Knightmares.

The previous week, Scrar had unknowingly set off a silent alarm that began ten miles away, and ended at his doorstep. The security team had known Scrar was scouting the mansion for the whole week, they had known everything he thought he knew. All they had to do was wait for him - it was as easy as that. Scrar had dug his own grave by his own will, all with his own greed - and now Evan had been dragged into that very grave with him.

Just as Scrar and Evan reached each side of the front door, a large spotlight hit them directly, illuminating not only the two of them, but the entire front lawn of the mansion. With guns loaded and sights locked on, the two of them were quickly surrounded by top-of-the-line Knightmares. It was over, Scrar and Evan were as good as dead - there was absolutely no hope of getting out alive.

As the Knightmares loomed closer, there a sudden thud, and then a second. The bodies of the security team's members began falling from the sky one by one, for what seemed like no reason at all. Following suit, the Knightmares, likewise, began to explode one after another. The two of them could only wonder, what had caused all of this? Were they going to be next?

"Greed, you are the third to awaken tonight, my sweet child. Four others will be joining you very, very soon." the pink haired Z.Z. appeared before them. "My name is Z.Z."