The lights had been dim for some time now, the familiar humming of the fridge was reaching pierced ears. The sound of boots pounding the tiled floor heading to the front door. Several locks being lock then relocked after it was swung open and slammed closed. The beating of her feet hitting the floor, sending pounding vibrations up her legs. Her hips sway with confidence and her form leaks with power. A mass of intense auburn flipped hair bouncing as the oval faced woman walked down the hall of the luxurious motel she had been staying in for months now. Those vicious gray orbs of her's scanning every things she saw while walked into the elevator doing down from the fifth floor to the first floor. The metal doors had slid shut then opened after 3 minutes, stepping into the lobby she found it bustling with life,mortal life, life that thought waking up at a specific time in the morning and going to work meant something. Where as, she would formulate otherwise in her case, she was one of the many immortals that walked this Earth doing anything she wanted to. Destroying lives with her presence, Living in the lap of luxury where ever she decided to lay her head at the time. But lately things had gotten ugly, Hate and Despair had gone on trying to gather the essence that each of these great immortals had held, stripping them of their individuality and making them become one under the banner of him, Lucifer. For so long they had stayed silent, each sin doing as they pleased, enjoying the fact they had the world to themselves and no one else. But there was always that pinch of fear that lay nurtured deep within, that someone or something would ruin every plan and detail that had fallen into such a perfect place. No sin would fall like mere prey to the hunters Hate and Despair, Hate many times had tried absorbing her, the sin of Envy. At times she either fought or she ran, always somehow managing to lose him in the confusion of humans, letting them be his objects to destruction. When Hate was first made, his power and despise for the world made him a strong offense for going against Love. Different from the others of his kind of manifestation, he was the juggernaut of the group. The day he was created by Lucifer gave him freedom of his own power, and he used it to his and Lucifer's motives seeing as they had shared the same mind. He chooses nothing more than to destroy and wreak havoc. Hope and Love only standing in his way..not wise at all. Though as one of the strongest components that truly shared Lucifer's mind, Odium's Master's heart and soul dwell within him . Safe guarded for when the sin's are reunited by his undying loyalty. Lucifer, for now lives partially through him until the day of reckoning. Odium spent majority of his time looking for Despair, who had slipped away after her battle with Hope to be alone and unjoyous. Hate has come to the conclusion that Despair wants to remain neutral and play it safe to remain in her miserable existence. Seeing as she was not created by Lucifer solely as a line of offense or defense against Hope or Love, she feels she has not a part to play in this battle. However, she is sadly mistaken. Her power is the key ingredient to Lucifer's revival and Hate will do whatever necessary for that to happen. Moving from city to city in a rage he left a trail. His Hellish force spread like a virus through the cities he had encountered, sending states into anarchy. Upon Despair being found and her forced cooperation is in place the count down has begun and only six sins remain ripe for the picking, he didn't think it would be so hard but as it would seem he cannot get any alone, he is too irrational and reckless, it hindering him from completing such a simple task. Often, Despair would plan things out for him but he would only screw them up with his lack of intellect and tactic. It sickened her some what to think he was the vessel for Lucifer, this malevolent gift bestowed upon him, a fool who could extract a single essence with out messing up. Despair has done little to nothing since being "born" into the world except ridding people of the happiness she cannot live with. She doesn't care enough to reach for any thing that is remotely joyful, and anything she has done has been done in order for her to preserve the way she exists. She was said to have been born long before Odium, rumored among the sins that she may be stronger than even him. Seeing as she has not been manifested from Lucifer she has no obligation to helping his cause but to deal out misery to anything in a ten mile radius. Her intentions are not clear to anyone or anything leaving her to be an unpredictable walking heap of eeriness. When Hate found her the first time it was a simple catch and forced her to trade fists with Hope who she truly had been disgusted by. Though her battle was short lived as he posed a threat to her existence when standing by Love, who had indirectly affected her by making her unusually sick to her stomach. Their stories had that same grotesque smile of failure all due to a fool's errand. Almost every sin had made some kind of contact with Hate, very rarely with Despair, except a select few, if it wasn't those two it was Love or Hope trying to destroy them. The sins all knew they would either had to work together or eventually fall one by one, to either side. It would be hard getting some sins to help and work with each other period, seeing as over the years grudges have developed and rivalries have risen. Invidia was not interested in petty fights or grudges. She often had goals of her own, on occasions it required a little help from a another sin. She had taken a painfully slow time walking through the lobby , people were in the way and talking to her as if she cared about the questions or problems. A gust of fresh air hit her in the face , she breathed in deep and kept on, her amble turning into a laid back saunter after some time. Where she was going unknown, why was irrelevant. She just knew it was to crowded, and someone had already been swallowed.