There's a slam and laughter, making my mouth twitch into a smile. "Oh! Heya, Sins!" Diane's voice seems muffled by the wall, but it's still as loud as ever. "Diane. Nice to see you." And Wrath is always so formal. I find that comforting. Arms wrap around my torso and a pair of lips are pressed to my neck. "Hey, Babe. Smells good." Anna set her chin on my shoulder and I smile softly. "Hey. How have you been?" I ask, pulling the pan off the burner and turning the stove off. I tilt it slightly and lean it against the counter, which is raised about an inch above the stove top. I leave it and turn to Anna, smiling up at her warmly. I lean up slightly and press a kiss to her lips, the woman responding rather enthusiastically. She dips her tongue into my mouth and I pull away, making her frown. "Aw. Where's my welcome home make out?" She mumbles. I smirk and she cocks an eyebrow. "Technically, you don't live here. You travel a lot. And I have guests. We can spend some time together later." She grins at that, nodding.
I kiss her one more time before gently pushing her out of the kitchen. She huffs and obeys, still smiling as she turns and walks off. I pause as I reach into the cupboard for plates. "How many are eating?" I call, not turning around. "Twelve." Yeesh. "Thanks!" I say loudly, not knowing who answered. I serve up thirteen plates of scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon, glad for one of the first times that I always make enough for leftovers. I carry them out four at a time, two in each arm, to the living room. Despite how big my house was, it doesn't have a dining room. I give plates to the few people that were in there, frowning softly when I count them. "Shouldn't there be more?" I ask, looking down at Diane as I set the remaining plates on the glass coffee table. She's already started eating, so I have to wait until she finishes chewing and swallowing before she can answer. She takes a deep breath and smiles up at me. "Yessa and Zanna are on their way. Thanks for the food, Lazarus." She says, taking another large bite of eggs as I smirk.
"Still can't remember my first name?" I muse as she swallows. "Not a clue. What is it again?" "Luci." I say, and she nods. I sit down on the floor, the brown leather couch, love seat, and two recliners already being filled. Wrath is the only other one sitting on the floor, and he's leaning against Pride's shins as she runs her fingers through his hair. We catch each other's eye and we stare at each other for a moment, my eyes narrowed slightly. He blinks and then curses softly, facing the large flat screen that was mounted on the wall. There's a football game playing, and almost everyone in the room is captivated by it, save for Envy and myself. The Sin is standing by the window, pulling the maroon curtain back slightly to see outside. Her vibrant green eyes are darting around, seeming to be following something. There's a thud against the window and she jumps, dropping the cloth and taking a step back. Everyone turns to her, our eyes on the window. There's a growling noise and a shadow appears on the outside of the window, the shape of a large wolf scratching at the glass.
Wrath lifts up his hand and snaps, a high pitched whine sounding as something splats against the window. Our eyes return to the TV as if nothing had happened, Envy frowning softly at the blood and guts that were covering the outer glass. There's a click and a heavy thud, a groan echoing through the house as the front door slams close. I stand quickly, Myra doing the same. We glance at each other and I gesture for her to stay where she is. She frowns, but still nods, reaching up to brush her fingers against her wooden cross necklace. I walk around the recliner that Diane is sitting on, noticing that her hand is pushing her already short black skirt up her thigh a bit, her fingers brushing against the handle of one of her guns. I swallow as I walk towards the wide entryway to the foyer, hearing heavy panting and soft gasps of pain. I lift my shirt a little, my fingertips pressing against the hilt of my knife. I gasp sharply as I look around the corner, releasing my knife as I rush forward.
"Holy shit-Are you two okay? Diane! Get the First Aid!" I call, running up to the two women. Black blood is on the white wooden door, smeared across the edge of it when Zanna had closed it. She's kneeling next to Yessa, who is sitting up with both hands covering her stomach. Bright green blood is pooling around her, staining her overly large grey shirt. Despite the obvious pain she's in, she smiles up at me. "Hey, Luci." She breathes as I kneel next her. "Hey, sweetheart. Wanna tell me what happened?" I ask softly, smiling back at the woman. "Hellhounds." She mutters, her eyes fluttering as she spoke. I hum nervously, looking up at Zanna. "What would hellhounds want with you?" I ask her. She sighs. "I think they were rouges. Their eyes were white. Not red." "Angel bred?" She nods. Yessa falls to the side and onto my chest, a small groan leaving her. "Hey. Hey, stay with me, okay? Diane!" I shout, turning my head to look behind me. She was just rushing down one of the few hallways that branch off the foyer, carrying a heavy metal box with a large red cross on it.
