The Seven Sins

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I tried to make a joke about my situation.

But I couldn't find anything funny about meeting a demon...

She stood facing me as I walked into my apartment. I had gone in, closed the door and made my way to the small living room. I hadn't noticed her at first but when I did, I automatically froze. I was quite shocked, on second thought very shocked. I lived alone so I should have been coming home to an empty flat. I obviously did not expect a little girl to be waiting on me.

Well, I wouldn't call it a girl, really. It did look like a young girl, besides the fact that its eyes glowed crimson red and its large elf ears protruded rather strangely. She saw me freeze and smiled, a dark sinister smile that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand. I didn't like demons. Who did? They only caused torment and suffering, especially for psychics like me. I raised my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to talk.

At this she spoke, her voice soft yet booming. Her mouth was speaking the words, though the voice seemed to be coming from all four corners of the room

"Welcome home, Linnet Dawkins."

Uh oh, not good. She knew my full name. I stood my ground, ready to defend myself if I needed to. I knew enough of the Demon world to keep me alive, and from what I knew a demon had a certain power over you if it knew your full name. It could control you, command you, like a puppet. Of course, I didn't know much about demon fighting, but I could kick ass if I needed to. Ask my landlord.

She saw me tense up and she laughed.

This was really, really not good...

"Linnet Dawkins, thou shall obey me for I, Asriel, Demon of Sin, command thee."

The Demon of Sin, had showed up at my place? Boy was my life great. When I wasn't kept awake by the dead spirits, I was being hunted by demons who all wanted a piece of my soul. I tried to run but an unknown force had empowered me, like a large heavy weight on my shoulders. For a second I thought it was Kitty, my pet, but it was only Asriel's influence on me. I had been possessed a couple off times, but none of them had ever been this powerful or painful.

She floated towards me, her dainty feet never touching the ground, her medieval styled dress swayed with her graceful motions. She spun around me, almost as if she were dancing, her eyes looking only at me. I was terrified but I tried not to show it.

"So," I said casually, barely able to move my mouth, "Do all demons look like seven year olds?"

She stopped in front of me, her smile never faltered but her cold, hard stare told me she was not amused by my little joke. I shivered slightly, why I was such an idiot I will never know.

"You are luck I have not come to kill you, mortal."

Yeah, that's me. Lucky.

"Instead I've come for a request. A favor." She tilted her head slightly, making her appear more childish than her words implied, "Something only the spiritual mediums can do."

If I could I would have smacked my head. I was born with my sight, but it didn't mean I wanted it. Ever since I was a boy, I had been haunted by the restless dead. Trust me; it wasn't a very nice childhood. I tried to will myself to run. I did not want to be caught up in all this demon business again.

"You're looking at the wrong psychic." I muttered, averting my eyes from hers. I didn't know what would happen if I stared into her empty red eyes for too long.

"Oh, you are wrong, Linnet Dawkins. For I have found the perfect medium for the job. One who knows temptation, yes?"

I wanted to hit myself again but her curse prevented me from doing so. A few years back a demon had offered to form a pact with me. He offered me everything I wanted. He offered acceptance, love, family. He even offered to take away my third eye, for just one teeny little price: my soul.

I choose to politely decline, but somehow this had made me famous in the Demon realm. Oh joy. I felt a pounding headache set in and I stifled a groan. Today was not going to get any better...

"Well, human?" Asriel pulled me back from my thoughts, "I'll give you a choice. Agree and follow my instructions..."

"Or what? You kill me?"

She frowned solemnly, "Kill you? How boring..."

I swallowed heavily, my throat hoarse and dry. Demons enjoy torture, everybody knows that. Fun for the demons, not so fun for the tortured. I stayed silent, pondering on the offer. I didn't want to form an agreement with her, but I didn't want to be her ragdoll either.

Besides, she had threatened me. Demons only threaten when they were really desperate. So maybe I had a chance to keep my soul.

No harm in hoping...

"Will you ensure me safety and promise to do me no harm?"

"Of course mortal," Her red eyes gleamed menacingly, "I need you alive..."

I guess I have no choice. I took a deep breath before answering, "I agree to serve you. Give me your request, demon."

She laughed, a bubbly laugh that seemed to echo across the whole apartment. Immediately, the heavy weight on my shoulders lifted. I breathed deeply, feeling drained by her awesome power. I then turned to watch her.

In her hand was a white parcel, bound with a bright, red ribbon. She smirked at my bemused expression as she gave me the box. It was light and soft in my hands, further confusing me. I had not expected this...

"My birthday's next month..."

"Think of it as an early gift."

"You shouldn't have..." I mumbled sarcastically, "What is it anyway?"

She floated across the room to stare out the window, the sky was darkening fast and the lights of the city had begun to flicker on as night fell onto the busy streets. What I saw was very different, instead I saw an apparition flying across the city, light surrounding its beautiful form.

It was an archangel, a fighter of Justice, and it was on the look out for something...

"You do know about the war?"

I nodded quietly, I did know a bit about the war. It was a war between the archangels and the fallen. A struggle for power, a never ending battle...

"It's gotten serious now. The archangels have sent someone to kill me. So I need someone to act as a vessel to store the Sins."

The Seven Deadly Sins, a Catholics nightmare. Pride, Lust, Anger, Avarice, Sloth, Gluttony and Envy were known as the foundations of all evil, the corrupters of all darkness. And I was holding them in my hand, inside the 'present' she had bestowed on me.

"They are quite troublesome, mind you. Over the years they have grown restless..."

Oh my God. She was really giving this to me? I tried to speak but she seemed to be in a hurry as she cut me off.

"Well, can't chat for long, mortal. Enjoy your new friends!"

And she disappeared like the sunlight.

Leaving me to deal with her problems...