girls of effulgence | bts

final chapter

The darkened figures moved out of the blackness, taking off the shadows that hid them so that they could be seen in the light of their glory.

There was no indication that there was happiness in any of the faces that were around them. It seemed that the joy had taken a vacation, and the hope that had preceded the fourteen had been invited to go along as well.

Now that the figures were seen, it was clear what they were. There were six others besides Zeus, and based on what Wrath could see, they were gods as well.

Jewels and shiny gold chains were thrown onto their clothing like they were over-decorated and expensive cupcakes with unneeded sprinkles and other small sugars. They were narcissistic gods, Wrath knew for certain, no normal person could be caught looking as though they had been nobles in the 1600s and then time traveled to the future.

The one to the left of Zeus, Apollo, seemed so much less happy and sunny than Wrath thought a sun god should be. His sun-smooched face matched wonderfully with his flyaway and unruly blonde locks. His jewels sparkled the most out of all of the gods like there was a sun peeking out of somewhere in the large room, so much so that it was practically blinding; and Apollo knew that even more than if even Pride had the same circumstances.

He was smiling so broadly that even his teeth were sparkling, though it was not a joyful smile that one would receive when they were proud of something. The smile seemed incommensurate seated next to his sloped and angry eyebrows.

Next to Apollo was the only woman out of all of them. Similarly, the woman had facial structures that matched those of Apollo, making Lust realize that the woman, Artemis, was his sister, though what diverged and set them apart was her hair - instead of glossy, shiny, and fair hair, Artemis had dark brown hair that was curly like it had been spun around a spindle thousands of times, creating a thousand locks of endless spirals that matched her dark olive skin tone that flew wherever they pleased.

Unlike her brother, Artemis had a far more tough look to her like she fought frequently, and the bow slung around her shoulder and her shiny and blue breastplates were proof of it, making her seem like a lustrous trophy with her bedazzled clothing, like the jewels that adorned her and everyone else. Her cheekbones were high and she had a far more mature look to her than her sibling, though Lust was quite certain that she would not hesitate to decimate and chop him into pieces like a meat grinder would if provoked.

Next, to Gluttony, the only sin that had realized that this whole plan was a snare, a virtue shoved into him and let out a cry when she almost toppled over. Gluttony could feel her shaking body; it was about the same as his own. Not caring which one it was, Gluttony put an arm over her to comfort both him and himself. This was not a situation that he, and everyone around him, wanted to be in.

Regardless of how he felt - and how he felt betrayed, belittled, and outspoken - fear was clearly the emotion with the reigns, making the other feelings he had to take five, or possibly even ten, fifteen, or even forever. At this point of realization and trouble, Gluttony wasn't sure of anything. He could feel tidal waves of fear washing over all of them.

Though looking at the next god, he was sure that he could easily throw a wave at him both physically and mentally. Clad in the most relaxed clothes in all of them stood the god of the sea, Poseidon. This god had salted streaks of red and sweet blonde hairs carelessly intertwined in a ponytail, making him a strawberry blonde.

This made Pride, much to his displeasure, remind him of a cold popsicle on a boardwalk on a hot today. To add to his tourist-like appearance, he had a light blue shirt with flowers on it and short cargo pants, and sandals that made Pride want to cringe at how stereotypical that was. It always seemed those powerful Greeks were wearing sandals, like Olympus was always hot, or they thought they were hot.