"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks.
"Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven."
I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago?
"Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.
[!!CW!! abuse of drugs and alcohol, graphic depiction of violence and gore]
"'Please,' he breathed shakily. I looked into his other hand and he was holding his pistol. One, identical to mine only that it was engraved with his signature. I shook my head frantically, more sounds exiting my mouth.
'No... no. No!' I whined as he held out the gun with all his strength. I couldn't. I wouldn't!
'Please, don't make me do this,' I continued whining, refusing to take the pistol from his hand.
'Please,' he just breathed again and I finally took the heavy metal into the hand that wasn't holding onto his other. It was already loaded. I heard the mechanisms click as I placed the barrel a few inches away from the space between his eyes. He closed his eyes, squeezing my hand tighter which was getting very sweaty.
'At least I'll say hi to mom and dad,' he laughed, spitting blood in the process. Before I could break down completely, I pulled the trigger, the deafening shot making my ears ring. I closed my eyes and looked away, only feeling his hand twitch open for a second and then falling onto his lifeless stomach. I gave out a painful moan.
'I love you, my treasure...'"
The Seven Deadly Sins. The most feared and dangerous individuals of the entirety of realms. Not even the Elder Demons and Four Cardinal Virtues take the danger that is emitted from them lightly. They are the chaos that could no longer live on this plain.
Ruby Skellington, famous and powerful Forgemaster Demon has managed to create a pocket realm to trap them... If it wasn't for her best friend Evanora being sucked in as well.
The only thing that was left in Ruby's hand was to create a safer realm for Evanora to be stuck in. A realm and society, defined by the Sins.
The only thing left for Evanora is to survive; hope for the best and that her family manages to get to her while she lives through the adventures that this sin-ridden world has to offer her...