The Seven Deadly Sins and the Chosen Hunters (IC)

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    The ceremony hall

    ~Entry post.~
    NPC: Alec Cohen - Head of Cohen and Hunter Network
    NPC: Unnamed priest

    The head of the family walked up to a menacing door that loomed far above the heads of both himself and the seven which followed behind. The metal had been carved and decorated with a praying figure, wings of gold encasing the form in a sign of protection and safety. Two lamps sat by the doors and illuminated it in a hue of red, the entrance to a room that would be considered hell for most seemed almost demonic just by the faint light that stood before them. Deep down in the large compound of the Hunters network the decor had become slowly more Gothic and grim in its design. So now, the group of eight stood before the entrance to what would present them to the objects of sin.

    With a sigh the eldest of the group found himself sighing at what was to come, what was to happen. The chances for success were slim and always had been. However, duty was duty. He turned till his back faced the angelic decor and the light began to frame his figure in the bloody shade. His expression grim and tired but still showed the resilience and authority he was known for. "Once again we will send a set of seven in to face the trial of the seven beasts we have sealed. " His voice did not waver despite his lack of motivation for this particular time. His own son would be sent to face hell. Yet, he could not change that for many other parents had also sent forward their child.

    He took two steps forwards, facing the group with a stone cold mask as he continued. "This time, you seven who bare the marks of these creatures influence, will be the ones to go and face the sins, to face their tests. Your aim is simple." He paused, momentarily studying the small group. "Subdue the sins, pass their test, win. Come out of this trial alive and forge a bond with creatures that once bore leadership over our enemies."

    With that, Alec had turned around and walked back over towards the doors, motioning to the two priests of their network to open the menacing doors, only pausing as they began to slowly drag themselves open, a deafening creak beginning to drown out even the chanting and whispers of the collected mass of priests and priestess' before them. The hall was a mirror of the entrance they were just at though it was littered far more with those red lamps, the floors dusted with chalk as circles were drawn around the seven pedestals before them. Each one holding an item that all would doubt housed what were once the leaders of the demonic forces.

    A goblet, pendant, bangle, bottle, key, lamp and vase.

    Alec stepped forwards and began to walk towards the lined up pedestals, arranged to form a circle facing outwards, around each one being a bright white circle lined with runes, multiple priests standing before each one. "No one so far as passed these trials and so have come out, in result either insane of dead." It was a terrible thing to say, words that cast a motion of fear into him. "However, we continue to send those born with your marks in hopes we can use these creatures, the sins." He turned to face them, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants, head tilted. "Now it is your turn."

    A priest stepped forwards, escaping the perimeter of Pride's circle for a moment as he stood next to Alec. "We need you all to go to your respective circle. If you bear the sign of Wrath, go to the pedestal with the Vase. If you bear the sign of Greed, go to the bangle. If you bear the sign of Gluttony go to the bottle and if Sloth go to the pendant. Pride is the goblet and Envy is the lamp. Lust is the key." He spoke out, his voice surprisingly calm. He had conducted many of these ceremonies after all.

    "Once you step into the circle, we will begin the ceremony and once you hear your assigned priests chant, make physical contact with the items. They will feel your mark, a result of their presence and influence and will drag you into into a subconscious type realm where they will test you." There was a silence before he bowed to those, his respect given to those who risk their lives. He stepped back, returning to his place before Alec once again took the reigns. "I wish you all the best...I hope you all come out of this alive and with news of success." with deep reluctance, Alec also stepped back, walking silently over to the back of the hall as the seven were left to make their move to their impending trials.​
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  2. Harley Jane Grehe

    The red head had listened silently to the words of the network's leader, attentively so but her gaze remained glued to the figure that adorned the large doors before her. The years had taken its toll on them, the colour that she expected once to be vibrant and eye catching was now a darker shade where dirt and dust had collected. She wondered briefly why their ancestors chose this design for the doors to where evil would rest. Her lips pursed in thought as her brows narrowed in confusion. Maybe it was symbolism or something that the ones before felt was meaningful here.

    Her gaze had slowly flickered back to Alec, his son following after, when the doors began to creak with a sound that sent a sharp ring into her ears, causing a slight grumble. "Someone should have these doors checked..." She hissed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her cardigan that she wore over her usual outfit, her chin being buried into the depths of the musical note scarf as her mouth became hidden.

    She walked into the grand hall with a serious expression, her mind settling as she stared ahead at the pedestal where the bottle rest firmly upon a cushion, no one even daring to touch the ancient item as if it was poison. Dust coated the object, hiding the shades of orange that was locked inside. Instinctively, she reached up lazily to press her fingers against the back of her neck, worry seeming to slip into her gaze as they faltered. None had survived. Fear gripped at her heat, quieting it for a moment. "...We will pass. I refuse to loose to some bloody demon." She stated proudly, a large grin on her lips as she strode forwards, confidence visible even if inside she pushed down her fear.

    Her lazy grin remained plastered onto her face as she walked into the center of the circle, giving a small look to the priests around her before turning back to the bottle. She never understood how they put a sin, a creature of destruction, into a small bottle such as this. Raising her arm with a small intake of air, the red headed hunter schooled her expression and rested her hand inches above the bottle. "Good luck everyone.." She whispered, momentarily lapsing out of her usual obnoxious personality before grinning. "Bring it, demon." Her hand dropped the second the dull chants hit her ears.

    Her eyes fell closed seconds later as a weight fell upon her shoulders, the crushing force bringing the girl to her knees with a grumble before she fell to the ground with a thud. The bottle, her fingers had curled around its neck seconds before black seemed to consume her vision, fell with her but remained unbroken as it remained loose within her grip now on the floor.
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  3. Abraham "Black Bart" Cohen
    Bart sauntered along through the archaic doorways as they creaked and rattled open at his father's behest, at a fatigued and lackluster pace. The future heir bore dark circles under his eyes that appeared permanently etched in his flesh and honestly he couldn't remember the last time he slept. There was too much knowledge at his fingertips to waste time with sleep, though he mused for a moment over the history of their current locale. Bart had never considered the possibility that he might not survive his trial, whether he simply didn't fear death or was too enthralled at the prospect of studying a 'Sin' was a mystery even he couldn't answer.
    Casting a solitary glance over his shoulder, he took note of the other prodigies that had been offered up as a tribute to this suicidal mission, curious of their state of mind. Nervousness. Indecision. Confidence. Duty. Each of his associates appeared to be experiencing their responsibilities with different, mixed emotions. He laughed inside his mind, knowing some of them probably hoped he wouldn't return from this particular journey. Bart admittedly felt a surge anxiety jolt through his spine as his eyes became fixated on the Vase and the trial to come.
    Bart was not however oblivious to the innate danger that was posed, a single poem rung clearly in his mind as he focused on what was to come, the words leaving his lips rather than staying within his mind against his own will: "Do not go gentle into that good night...rage, rage against the dying of the light.". Those verses though abridged from the original, echoed both into the room where the other denizens could hear but also in his mind. In truth, Bart was usually the one with the scalpel, dissecting a demon...this time the demon would be dissecting him, a thought which made a viperous grin sprawl across his face as he took position near the Vase.
    The bones and joints in Bart's hands audibly creaked and popped as he unbuckled the various straps and locks which held his upper-body's vestments together. The flesh of his back was discolored horribly, alluding to him being maimed at one point as lash marks and cuts covered every inch of his skin. His scars illuminated by the dim, yet haunting lighting of the chamber they all rested in told a very interesting story. Stepping into the circle without a second look at anyone other than the priest before him, Bart grasped the Vase hastily stating "You will know your master." Though he barely heard the chanting begin, nor did he feel himself collapse as the world around him dissolved into nothingness.
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  4. Leila Cohen
    Leila's gaze travelled up the imposing doorway, lingering for a moment on the intricate carvings that decorated its surface, before finally resting on the peak of the arch. The door's height completely dwarfed her, standing several times higher than even the tallest among the hunters gathered before it. Still, she supposed, such grandeur was only appropriate, considering what it was built to contain. Carving such a thing must have taken an immense effort, even if it were done with magic, and, almost mesmerised, she continued to study the details of the praying figure.

    The dim light of the lamps lent their reddish hue to the golden of her eyes, creating a fiery warmth that looked much more brave than she felt, and her eyes dropped respectfully downwards again as the current head of the hunters began to speak. Whilst the reminder that so many had already failed against the danger she was set to face was far from comforting it helped Leila affirm her place again. So long as the mark of Greed was imprinted on her skin she belonged here and had a purpose she must fulfil, no matter what. Failure would not be permitted.

    Even the thundering noise of the door yielding felt like a fresh start. Following the others she entered the great hall, each step a steady rhythm sending forth a burst of echoing sound that washed together. If she shut her eyes she could almost hear the notes that might accompany it, composing in her head until she stood before the artefact that bound her sin and her footsteps stopped.

    It was certainly a pretty bangle, albeit garish. Once again Leila found herself appreciating the appropriateness of such a design for its inhabitant. She reached out her hand, fingers hovering just above the glimmering surface. Perhaps it was simply her imagination but being this close to the presence that had dominated her life thus far made her feel a slight tingle from the mark on her back. "Prepare yourself." A quiet yet firm order. She could scarcely tell whether it was directed at the sin or herself.

    The chanting began and she took hold of the bracelet, continuing to grip it even as the room went black and she dropped, first to her knees and then onto her side. By the time she hit the floor she was already unconscious.​
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  5. Nicholas Lialrus

    The ceremony hall seemed to be filled with a myriad of emotions — anticipation, fear, hope, worry, determination, insecurity and excitement, just to name a few. Out of all the participants, Nick probably felt the least nervous. Or, at least he liked to think so. It wasn’t that he was arrogant enough to believe he could defeat the sin — he wouldn’t have to. No, if there was anyone’s safety he worried for, it would have to have been his brothers. He glanced up at him uncertainly, whilst trying hard to convince himself everything would be fine. Of course he would be. It had to. Nothing could beat Leon – part of Nick truly believed that.

    He took a deep breath, cringing at the awful ringing emanated by the closing doors.

    First up was Harley. Fierce as always, she stepped into the ring with confidence. Her big personality certainly made up for her small stature and though everything right then seemed terrifying and imposing, her attitude brought a smile to Nick’s features. Somehow he had the feeling she would be able to withstand any challenge thrown at her, no matter how though. She was that kind of person. Nick had always admired her for that. Actually he admired her in general. Not that he would ever be able to tell her that. For some reason, Nick would always freak out when interacting with her. His heart would beat a million times faster and his mind would blank out on him completely. He never knew quite what to say — only that he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself when she was around, which was exactly what happened due to his tendency to panic.

    Even laying unconscious on the ground, clutching the bottle, she was beautiful and radiant, yet at the same time it unnerved him a little. With all his heart, he hoped she’d withstand the trial and return back to her normal self. Things would become very sad and quiet without her around. The thought of never being able to see her again made him feel more miserable than he thought it would.

    Nick tore away his gaze from Harley as the next candidate stepped up – Bart, confident and stoic as always. His presence had always been somewhat unsettling to Nick. He couldn’t exactly explain why, though he supposed it was the sort of aura he carried. Bart was very much the kind of person one wished to please. Not having his approval felt the same as having his scorn, and though Nick was sure he wasn’t a bad person per see, it still made him difficult to interact with.

    Now, Leila was a different matter. Though she was quiet, she was certainly less intimidating than her cousin. Since Nick himself was sort of awkward, they’d never interacted a lot — but he was sure if only he got to know her better, they would probably get along.

    Far too soon, it was Nick’s turn. He glanced one last time at Leon as he slid off his earphones, letting them rest on his shoulders.

    ”Good luck, brother.” He said softly, knowing very well this may be the last time they spoke. He looked like he wanted to say more, yet no words could express how much he cared for and how grateful he was to his brother. So he tried to convey his emotions with a single glance, a gentle smile as he lingered for only a brief moment. Then he turned his gaze ahead, stepping forwards into the circle. He picked up the keys, its thorns pricking his skin as his body grew heavier. He could only just feel himself hit the ground, before his consciousness entered the familiar realm of Lust….
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  6. Avery Nolan

    Avery felt many things as he stepped through the huge double doors leading into the infamous chamber, yet ready for whatever trial was to come certainly wasn’t one of them. Everyone seemed so confident. Avery almost envied them for a moment, for even though his grim expression showed little fear, his palms were sweating and his heart pounding.

    What am I even doing here? Pointless… this is so pointless. If my brother couldn’t make it, I certainly won’t. I hate it. I hate them. I hate everything related to this goddamn world and my stupid heritage!

    Why couldn’t I just have been born into a normal family…?

    Avery was a fragile being; easy to corrupt, and thus the perfect tool for the Nolan family. Those were the exact words his grandfather had delivered straight to his face the evening before this fateful day. Everything for the survival of the sacred family lineage, after all. If only Flynn had actually been his brother by blood, everything could have gone to him. He seemed like he wanted it, anyway. Was that why he had refused to speak with Avery ever since he arrived a few days ago? No, that wasn’t quite right. They hadn’t even spoken for years. Somehow, Flynn seemed to have developed a grudge against Avery. Why? He couldn’t understand it. Was he really envious of his position as family heir? It was so ridiculous, Avery didn’t even want to believe it. There had to be something else.

    Avery sighed, attempting to relax his muscles as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no point agonizing over that now. If he wanted to get out of this alive, he would simply have to pass the test. He doubted he could and had this just been about his own life, he probably would have given up already. Yet this wasn’t just about Avery. His pitiful, meaningless existence wasn’t the only thing at stake…

    The face of a young girl in a lolita dress and with mismatched eyes flashed in his mind. She was smiling, overjoyed to finally have her big brother back. He too, had been happy to be reunited with Caroline. She could be a pain, even a brat at times… but at heart she was a sweet child and he adored her to bits.

    If Avery were to fail, his sister would no doubt become the next plaything of the Nolan family. Regardless of what he felt or wanted, Avery could not allow that to happen.

    Thus he gathered whatever small amount of courage he could muster, clenching his fists as he stepped towards the circle. Far too soon had he crossed the drawn line, his hands reaching towards his item; the vase which acted as a prison for his demon. The very instant his slender fingers wrapped around the cold porcelain shape, a wave of nausea swept over him. The world began to spin, the chanting of the priests turning into an overpowering buzz. Fear, confusion, panic and anger were all emotions that bombarded the blond youth as he clutched the vase to his chest, feeling the weight of an unseen force push him to the ground. For a split second, he truly thought he would die.


    And then everything around him went silent.

    ”What…” as he opened his eyes, Avery realized that the landscape surrounding him had changed significantly. Gone were the priests and other participants. Gone was his brother and the large hall they’d entered. Gone was the vase he’d been clutching. It didn’t take a genius to realize, that Avery was no longer in Ashbourne.
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  7. Leon

    The lighted torches illuminated the hallways as the small group of hunters slowly approached the large foreboding door. The shadows danced with the flickering of the flames, giving their scenery quite the ominous appeal. Though despite that, the determined expression held on the blue haired charmer. In fact some would even say that the dangers ahead only fueled his determination to win. Leon had fire inside him that just refused to go out no matter the circumstance, he had been through to much in his life for it not to. He had been through to much in his life for it not to, and His trial will be no different. He could feel a set of eyes on him, and he caught the glance of his younger brother Nick gazing up at him. Leon didn't let his brother's worry for him discourage him in the slightest. He knew that despite the worry, that Nick had faith in him like he always did. If anything Nick was the source of Leon's hardened spirit, as the older brother he had to set an example. He had to be strong for his brother no matter what.

    "It'll be fine. The center said I am in good health right? I'll kick pride's pompous booty, just you watch me."

    Leon murmured quietly to himself, unsure if his brother heard his words or not. Still, Leon was eager to get this show on the road. The quicker they finished the trials the quicker he could finally spend some quality time with his younger brother after being gone for so long. When the doors finally opened, Leon stepped forward into the room with the others a perplexed expression on his face. He had heard rumors and stories of the trials but, this was a bit excessive even for him. Never the less, he quickly found his podium and patiently waited for his turn. At the right moment, Leon didn't even hesitate to touch the rim of the goblet with the tip of his pointer finger. He didn't hesitate, flinch, or cringe at the sudden darkness that enveloped him. When his eyes finally adjusted he could see a light at the end of a darkened tunnel, or rather that's where he assumed he was now. Walking forward he stepped out into the light and basked in the view of what could only be an arena of sorts. Just where the hell was he? "Hello!" Leon bursts out, his voice echoing in the empty space. He cupped his hands around his lips and spoke again, only louder. "Anybody here!?" and again his voice echoed through the air. here. here. here.
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    Today was the day that Flynn had trained his whole seventeen years of life for. It was the very thing that had, probably, taken out his oldest cousin. The thing that is ex-best friend wanted nothing to do with. But he wasn't like the rest of them. He didn't come here to fail and go insane, or die, as Alec Cohen, head of the network of Hunters, stated. Neither was he going to run away from this. No, he was going to go through this with fierce determination, using everything he ever learned to make his way towards victory. Nothing was going to get in his way, so long as he could help it. He trained too much for everything to fall apart now.

    After Cohen (calling him by his first name is weird) finished all that he had to say and left them to their own devices, many of the Hunters immediately went to their assigned Sin. Flynn was silent and impassive as he watched everyone approach their respective accessory in a different way. Well, except for the Cohen's children. They went about it the same way. His gaze wandered the ones that were yet to be touched until he discovered his own: the lamp. Envy, his mind supplied him as his body tensed slightly. It was time for the moment of truth. There was no turning back now.

    Willing himself to relax his body, he began to stride towards his circle, confidence rolling off of him in waves as he kept his nonchalant expression. Everything screamed that he could care less about what was going to happen in the trial, but the erratic beating of his heart proved him wrong. Years of practice has made him a master of keeping his emotions locked and hidden away from the world's prying eyes. It came in handy, yet also hindered him when it came to expressing himself. Getting closer and closer to his circle, he even had the audacity to let a small smirk slip onto his face, giving off the vibe that this was all a joke to him. If only they knew how his thoughts were swirling around and he was struggling to breathe properly. Finally reaching his destination, he didn't hesitate in stepping foot into the circle. His arm slowly drew up from his side, fingertips a few centimeters away from the lamp. As he waited for the chanting, his eyes narrowed as he analyzed the map, wondering what kind of test he would have to undergo. What do you have in mind for me, Envy, Sin of Jealousy?

    The chanting suddenly began, snapping him back to reality. Eyes slightly wide, he reached for the handle of the lamp, gripping it tightly. As soon as he had a iron grip on it, he felt like lead. It confused him, suddenly feeling so heavy. Like there was an elephant on his back, or something similar to that feeling. He tried to fight it, but that only lasted for so long. Before he knew it, he was crumbling to his knees, the lamp still in his hand, which had tightened its grip. His knuckles were probably white from the pressure at this point. Feeling his eyes droop, Flynn finally succumbed to whatever force was dragging him down. It was like getting sucked into a black hole. With his vision going dark, he hit the cold floor like a sack of flour, unconscious. Little did he know, when he woke up, he would be in a different world.

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  9. Avery challenges Sloth


    Engulfed by utter darkness. The feeling of standing on complete emptiness — the ground neither solid nor liquid; neither there nor absent. The sensation of falling, though he knew he was not moving at all. Fear, confusion, anger, curiosity — all emotions coursing through the young hunter tried to orient himself in this surreal location. It was absent of smell, absent of anything to grasp onto. It felt tiny and suffocating and wast and endless at the same time. Hot and cold, everything in this world seemed to be a contradiction. It was no surprise that Avery felt sick and overwhelmed.

    He swallowed hard, grasping his own shirt as he was glad to discover he was still wearing it. Never before had he felt so vulnerable and naked in the entirety of his life.

    Then he noticed them. Candles in all colors, floating around in the darkness, bathing the narrow path ahead of him in a deep, orange glow. Avery too, was illuminated by the light. He took a deep breath, mentally telling himself to calm down as he tentatively took one step ahead. His heart was racing, his palms sweaty yet he did his best not to panic. He was here for a reason. His sister. If he failed her now, her future would be taken from her. Avery could not allow that. Holding on to his motivation, he called out in as steady a voice he could manage.

    ”Hello? Anyone here?”

    Minutes ticked by, though one would not be able to tell within this space, before there was an eerily creaking sound from the abyss, the candles wavering slightly. Red broke the lack of colour as two orbs glowed hauntingly a short distance away. A yawn broke the silence...

    "A human...Hunter, right?" It asked, tone apathetic as more red slithered into place of the unidentifiable form. The new glowing additions made limbs slightly recognisable, shown now to be steel black armor. Though one had to have good sight to even seen notice it.

    "Let me guess...You bear my mark and want to try create a contract with me?"

    The voice coming from within the shadows was a comfort, somehow. It confirmed he was not alone. Although, however that ominous presence could possibly be comforting was anyone’s guess. He glanced around, his eyes eventually settling on the red orbs in the distance. They looked a little bit like eyes, so he assumed there was where he ought to be looking.

    ”Uh…” Sliding his hands into his pockets, he appeared a lot more relaxed than he felt. ”I think so…? I mean, yes. That’s why I’m here. Totally because I want to.” The sarcasm was unmistakable in his voice. Then, as though none of this bothered him at all, he smiled quite broadly.

    ”But since I’m here, I better make the best of it, no? The name’s Avery, by the way. I... take it you're Sloth? Zehaseal, was it? Nice to meet'cha!”

    The newly revealed Zehasael knitted her brows together as she brushed away the shadows with a flicker of her hand. The abyss like environment remained but now she was at least visible. Standing tall, Zehasael had porcelain white skin with deep red eyes and waist length snow white hair, the tips finished with small ringlets. Black armor adorned her arms and legs as gauntlets and boots with crack like designs running over the material, glowing with a familiar red hue, her outfit finished off with a short black sleeveless dress.

    Her lips pursed slightly as she hummed, tilting her head. "Your far to know people die in these trials right? Or at least end up brain dead...Why are you so...peppy?"

    Being able to see a bit more certainly boosted Avery’s confidence somewhat and he found himself grinning up at Zehasael. She was beautiful, in her own, intimidating sort of way. Well, if he died he would at least do so knowing it was at the hands of a beautiful woman. That was it. If he just thought of her as a hot chick, she’d suddenly seem a lot less scary.

    ”Isn’t the imposing threat of death all the more a reason to smile?” he retorted, ”If chances are I’m going to die anyway, I may as well do it with a smile. It’d be a waste spending my last moments despairing over the inevitable, wouldn’t you agree? Besides,” Avery paused for dramatic effect, ”Out of all possible ways to die, being killed by a beautiful lady such as yourself certainly ain’t the worst.”

    There was a deafening silence around sloth as she simply stared, she would mentally call it studying, at her newest guest. The demoness actually looked shocked. Eventually, after a few moments she seemed to pout slightly before narrowing her gaze. "...I think you should of gotten Lust's mark instead..." She mumbled, avoiding her embarrassment as she raised her hand out before him till it looked as if the claw shaped armor was prepared to grab him.

    "You are interesting...Unlike many of the humans before you...." Zehasael still did not believe he would pass in any way. Her sin was simply to make people give up, become uncaring and fail to strive...Zeha liked to test them to see if there was something that could make them push forwards...It was enertaining, especially as fears normally worked best. The sound of metal sliding against metal echoed in the depths before the glowing blue had wrapped around his form, encasing him and spreading the influence of 'sloth' into him.

    "...Mhm~ Maybe it would be have a contract...." Zehasael added.

    Avery didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying, too distracted by the fact that the abyss had begun to swirl with mist that slithered and curled, slowly altering the landscape around them. The ground became a polished wooden floor, the walls shelves lined with books and at the far end; a desk behind which an elderly man was seated. In case Avery hadn’t felt hopeless before, he was well beginning to do so now. It was a creeping feeling. A premonition that made him believe he would fail regardless of what he tried. The man’s ice cold blue gaze so full of scorn was all too familiar, instilling this faint sense of unease he always experienced when faced with his grandfather.

    Red eyes glimmered in faint amusement as the she simply seemed to float a short distance behind the trapped human. "Your grandfather?~" Her voice cooed before fading back into the dead silence.

    "Right." Avery murmured in response, smiling wryly. "I suppose that's what he is."

    The icy figure of Avery's grandfather remained seated but it did not work to lessen the sense of authority and fearsome nature he held. His lips had twisted dangerously at the 'sight' of Avery as his eyes held a spark, one that would send a shiver down the spines of many. "Avery..." The image even worked to capture the tone perfectly, though it was mostly through the memories of Avery himself that it was recreated.

    Avery felt sick, yet he managed to keep his composure. He glanced around at Zehasael, a slight frown creasing his forehead. There was something that bothered him about this, and it was not the person sitting behind the desk. Well, he did bother him somewhat, as seeing his ’ugly mug’ as he would have put it sort of pissed him off. Yet it wasn’t that.

    ”Cutie, however unpleasant the fact that you seem to be able to look inside my head may be, it won’t work if I’m aware of that this is an illusion.”

    Zehasael just hummed softly, tilting her head slightly in response as she seemed to be closer now, watching his face, her own expression apathetic, as usual. "Mhm...~" The sin hummed before she touched the 'ground', facing him. "I see...its not painful enough..." She cooed softly as she reached out to poke his forehead.

    The demon seemed slightly curious though irked at the same time. Humans normally begun to break, if only slightly. "The past two trials....the past two deaths...they were your father and brother, were they not?"

    Avery tensed up as she mentioned his father and brother. Up until now, he’d forced himself not to think about them. It was the only way he could keep himself from starting to panic. Once he panicked, once he let her get to him, he’d lose. He knew that.

    ”So what?” he asked rather cautiously, ”It’s not like I cared about that old bastard anyway.” He knew that wasn’t the main problem here. It was the knowledge that if his father and brother both had failed — people who to his knowledge were quite powerful… surely Avery would die too. And Sebastian… he didn’t even want to think about it.

    A small smirk seemed to worm its way to her lips as she reached out to hold a lock of blonde hair, mostly for her own amusement and to prove that she, in this realm, had the power. After all, the other was unable to even move. "So you don't care...Tell me, how are you going to pass a trial they both failed? Both them and you held my mark...they are dead and Its all my fault, hunter. What chances do you have to pass?"

    Zehasael paused before she continued, grin all the same. "You know...they got to this point as well. So strong willed, both wanting to get back to your was sweet." She muttered, releasing the blonde lock as she tilted her head. "You have the exact same expression as them...but they broke when I continued." Her grin faded, once again harboring a stoic expression.

    "You were in both of their trials, Avery. You were a part of what broke them..."

    As she spoke, his expression shifted — from smiling to determination to guilt to pain to anger and then pain again. The changes were minor, barely noticeable. But they were there — in the way his eyes narrowed and mouth twisted. His throat felt tight. His heart was racing. He so wished he could move, but unable to do so, he felt utterly helpless and exposed.

    ”You’re lying.” He said, sounding surprisingly meek. ”There’s no way my father… he hated me. I was just in the way, unwanted. I could never live up to his expectations…”

    His words only worked to further her own amusement as her grin grew "Really~ you were definitely in them. It took me a while since you were slightly different in his mind but it was definitely you in both his and your brothers..." She chimed happily, seeming to fall back in her space as if to float on the air, propping her elbow up as she settled her head in her hand. "Do you know...they cried when they broke...~"

    Avery didn’t want to hear it. She was planting images in his mind he didn’t want to see. He wanted to imagine they fought bravely to the very end. He wanted to believe they died with their honor intact. Not like this. He wanted to cover his ears, but he could not. He wanted to shut her out, but he could not. He tried closing his eyes, yet it only caused the images to become clearer.

    ”You’re lying.” Even as he said it, his voice wavered. ”You’re trying to break me but it won’t work. I can’t afford to lose to you.” Tears were burning in his eyes, blurring her out, yet he refused to let them fall.

    Zehasael almost felt bad...This human was way more entertaining than his families previous sacrifices. They pretty much were in her opinion. Her smirk faltered slightly as she simply shrugged her shoulders. "But I am not...They broke...their mind died in a similar position to the one you are in now..." Zehasael pointed out as she shifted slightly till she appeared to be sitting properly. "Give up, Avery...the pain will end...all the images and pain will go away..."

    She was right. The pain would end. And he’d be dead. No matter how much this bothered him, he could not allow it to take over. No matter how tempting it was to give up, that temptation was not strong enough to break him. It was as he’d said. Avery could not afford to lose to her. He had not yet lost sight of his objective. Of why he was here in the first place. It was not for himself.

    So he smiled. It was forced and all but happy, but it was the only way he knew how to hide his pain. He could feel a tear spill onto his cheek.

    ”I told you, sweet cheeks. I can’t afford to lose to you.”

    Sloth just blinked as her eyes seemed to widen a fraction or so. Zehasael even went as far as to gather herself up to stand, walking towards Avery with predatory steps before she paused in front of him. "...You are ruining my fun..." She murmured before she reached out to brush her fingers against his cheeks, an action that brought a brief hue to her gaze before vanishing as his memories were once more accessed. "Why dont I show you how much I can do from this bloody pendant..." She cooed as the space was enveloped in a sapphire hue as her sealing circle began to paint itself slowly onto the ground beneath them. "Do you know...I can reach out to those with my mark...Normally it is to much of an effort to even consider but it seems appropriate." Zehasael murmured, smiling viciously.

    "So...guess what I am able to bring here, Avery Nolan~"

    Overcome by a sudden sense of dread, Avery was sure he must have looked like he’d just witnessed a ghost.

    ”You wouldn’t…” his voice was a mere whisper.

    "Of course I would...I am terribly hungry two could at least die together...~" Fake sympathy laced her tone as she headed over to the circle where she stood illuminated by her own powers glow. It took a few moments for a figure to slowly appear within the center before chains soon enough, encased this human as well. His sister was revealed before him. Her expression was one of fear and shock as Zehasael's hand settled upon her head, smile back full force.

    "Your going to die here least, shouldn't I do your sister a favour and not let her suffer... she would just end up here humans are quite cruel for continiously sending sacrifices to us..."

    Avery was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He only started. Stared at the entire reason he’d agreed to do this trial in the first place. Stared at the only thing that had kept him from breaking down in grief and regret. She looked so tiny. So vulnerable. So scared.

    ”Avery…” she sniffed. ”Avery… where are we? I’m scared.” She sounded so meek. So powerless. It was as though Zehasael was holding his very heart in her hand, crushing it with brutal, inhuman force. He wanted to scream. He wanted to call out to her. He wanted to tell her everything would be fine. He wanted to hold and comfort her…

    ”Why can’t I move? W-who’s that lady over there? Avery, what’s going on?”

    Zehasael looked softly at the girl as she crouched down to meet the girls height, her clawed armor hand still on the much smaller head of the girl. "Sweetie...Do you know that mark you have?" Zehasael asked softly though she didnt await an answer. "Thats my mark. I'm the scary demon who took your father, your brother and now...Avery~" Sloth cooed out, grinning. "And you...I think I'll end you first, little one, so you wont have to suffer~"

    ”D-don’t…” Avery’s voice was barely audible.

    It was the horrified look in Caroline’s mismatched eyes that finally got to him. He was shaking all over. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even despair over his own inability to act or sorrow due to his failure. It was pure rage.

    ”You…monster…” he hissed under his breath, his eyes wide, almost appearing to glow bright red in the darkness. ”Don’t you dare…”

    ”DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE EVEN DAMAGE A HAIR ON HER HEAD!” he screamed it into the darkness, pulling so hard at the chains, he thought his limbs might break. They were biting into his skin, bruising him badly, yet he didn’t stop. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was acting on pure instinct, the flames of rage consuming him completely. All he knew was that he needed to get Caroline away from that demon. And he needed to do it fast. He’d sacrificed everything for her. If he failed now… there was nothing for him left.

    Only one person before had reached this point in the trial and so Zehasael remained firm in believing that this would break the hunter before her. That he would shatter and plead for his sister, that he would give up and accept the fate or in the very least, go numb and not even respond. Humans were easily broken and it only took a matter of time and the right things to show them. Avery was screaming and shouting but it did little to sway her actions, only the rows of sharp teeth bared in a grin at him...


    The chains glowed brightly then, and with a loud crack they broke like glass. Zehasael's eyes, a deep bloody red, snapped wide open as she watched the stray fragments of the chains go soaring in every direction to be lost within the abyss. It was unheard of.

    Some of them grazed Avery's skin — he was bleeding, yet he didn’t even seem to notice. As soon as he could move he pounced at the demon, tackling her to the ground as his hands locking around her throat.

    Her lips parted as if to speak but eventually snapped shut when she noted his gaze. Sweet, sweet insanity. Tackled to the floor and a pair of hands around her throat, her eyes hidden behind the mess of white locks, Zehasael couldnt help but giggle. This was so odd, Zehasael couldnt help but let the hunter practically wring her neck, wanting to see if he would actually 'kill her'.

    His nails were digging into her throat, his heavy breathing continuing as he tried to regain his breath. His heart was hammering in his chest, so hard he almost thought he could hear it. And yet he did not loosen his grip of her, firmly straddling the demoness between his knees as he leaned down, his lips only inches away from her ear.

    ”Don’t you ever try something like that again.” he growled in a low, threatening voice. Next time, he truly would not hesitate to kill her. Or at least try to. Still not relaxing his grip, he ignored her giggling as he glanced towards where he thought his sister was standing… except she was gone. Swallowed by the abyss like the rest of the illusions. It wasn’t until then that it dawned on him that the Caroline he’d seen had been just that. A mere illusion. The moment he realized it, his grip on Zehasael relaxed… and he laughed. Not the crazy, high pitched kind of laugh one might expect after all this. It was a genuine, if not somewhat exhausted laugh.

    ”You… you got me!” He couldn’t believe his own stupidity. ”You totally got me! You had me completely fooled!” still laughing and panting, he got off her and stood up. Then he smiled at her rather charmingly — that typical, boyish kind of smile you’d expect from a young man his age, and offered her his hand. ”I’m sorry. I usually don't approve of raising a hand against women. Especially ones as beautiful as you.”

    Zehasael had begun to feel the influence of her own sin seep in and already she felt the need to sleep, though currently she was too engaged with the situation to allow that to happen. She watched him quietly go through a range of reactions before she ended up just blankly staring at the human. "You keep complimenting me...why?" She asked, taking his hand as she gathered herself to her feet, any marks from her neck gone.

    "I keep complimenting you because I really do think you're beautiful." He said it so smoothly and shamelessly, it was almost ridiculous, considering all that had just transpired.

    Zehasael had yet to mention it but she could already feel the weight of the contract burning into her flesh. Regardless of her personal opinion she had set the rules for her trial and it had been passed, so either way it was now in effect...not that she would tell the human that yet. "You do know I'm the demon who has practically killed off members of your family plus many others from the other hunter families?"

    Avery’s expression turned more serious as he carefully considered his answer. It was so hard to put into words. There was sorrow in his eyes. But there was also something else. A deep hatred. So deep, it could not possibly have been directed at Zehasael whom he’s smiled at so warmly just moments ago.

    ”In the end, whether to take part in the trial or not is something only oneself can decide. My father chose that destiny. So did my brother. If anyone should get the blame, it’s probably the old geezer you tried to scare me with before. Except… I don’t think even he is to blame in their cases. Knowing my brother and father, they didn’t just do it out of loyalty for the family or because they had to. They were both hungry for the glory and fame that comes with being a hunter. When faced with the possibility of contracting one of the strongest demons of all time, they didn’t even think twice about throwing their lives on the line. In fact, I don’t think they even believed they could lose. Not even my brother, who always used to brag about how he one day would surpass my father.” He paused before adding. ”Of course, I could be wrong. But… I don’t think I am.”

    The demon for Sloth hummed gently in response as she folded her arm across her torso, tilting her head. "I..." Zehasael felt slightly bad for her actions before...sort of anyway. "I may of exaggerated your brother and fathers trial to you." She ended up pointing out, sighing tiredly. "You have definetely proven yourself to be different from them today..."

    There was a silence as Zehasael ended up yawning, her eyes already having become lidded in exhaustion. The sin looked much more docile without the sadistic gleam to her gaze. "Well...That was it. Avery Nolan, you are the first hunter to be in a contract with Sloth...Congratulations?" She mumbled. "I think..."

    Avery was smiling. No, he was actually grinning from ear to ear. Regardless of how much he had hated going in, regardless of how much he dreaded the future… right at that moment, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. For the first time in his life, he’d succeeded with something related to this business. He knew he would not be praised by his grandfather. His mother wouldn’t even look at him and Flynn would probably still give him the cold shoulder… but he’d managed to do something his father and prodigy of a brother had both failed. And above all — he would now be able to keep Caroline out of harms way.

    Her eyes blinked tiredly in response as she found her head dipping to the side. "Mahh....The only reason I failed so many people was really because.." She yawned once more. "I didnt want to know...I'd have to actually work..." Zehasael muttered, her voice slowly becoming quieter. "All you hunters seem to want to contract siblings and I, simply for selfish reasons...all seems troublesome." She looked into his eyes, lips pulling into a frown. "So why have you taken the trial...?"

    ”Because I have someone to protect.” The answer was so simple and it came to him so naturally. ”Because I’m the only one who can. From that monster, and from the curse once placed upon my bloodline.” He watched her catiously. She really did seem like she'd collapse any moment now.

    Zehasael ended up watching him carefully before there was a slight tug to the corner of her lips. "What...What a heroic thing to say, Avery..." She struggled to make out words by this point, her hand already pressed against her right eye lid. "It's...interesting...I think I may look forward to my time with you...Though I should warn you...Im going to look differe...n...t..." Within seconds of trying to form the last words, Zehasael's form simply fell as her eyes had long since shut. Sloth really was the sin she held.

    Avery caught her as she collapsed, gently holding her against his chest as he smiled down at her softly.

    "I look forward to spending my time with you too." He murmured softly before adding. "Sweet dreams, Zehasael."

    With the final echoes of Avery's words, there was a deep silence as white shone through cracks that began to form from no where. Each one, each thread like line had the echoing sound of glass to accompany it before they to began to collapse and shatter. As if the space they were in was a glass box.

    Soon enough white enveloped them and they were gone.

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    It took a few moments as Harley felt the muscles in her arms go stiff and her eyes to momentarily screw closed. Sudden panic caused them to quickly open as she pulled herself up to sit, having retained the position that she fell to the ground in from reality. Pulling herself up to sit upon her legs, the red head peered around only to become alarmed when she was met with nothing. Absolutely nothing. "What the fuck..." She hissed, clearly agitated by the sudden loss of vision. "This has got to be a joke, right?" She murmured to herself, slowly pulling herself to her feet, hands reaching out around her in search of anything at this point.

    " it not?"

    A voice suddenly brushed passed her, one full of age, deeply rooted with the truest of evils possible. It came out as a low murmur, lacking any sort of stimulation other than just to simply get the trespasser's attention. It floated in the air, deep baritone echoing in the immense blackness, slowly dying out before starting again.

    "This prison...they find it humorous to keep us captive here, while you little mortals seek to gain power from it not funny, little human?" The voice cackled, a deep growl rumbling from somewhere within it as it echoed once more, to Harley's left side.

    Harley spun around to her left, her hand instantly resting at her side where in a normal time, her weapons would reside. Yet now, she was abandoned and left alone. A growl seemed to part from her lips as she narrowed her eyes, spinning her gaze around to the other side. "You are the sin, right? Gluttony?" Fear caught her words, causing a slight pause. "Stop yapping!....J-just tell me what your damn test is already!"

    The voice fell silent, the blackness seeming to escalate with growing intensity, so much so that the very air pressure seemed to build, weighing on Harley's body to the point where she could no longer stand straight. The voice came back, slightly sharper and intense, yet still apathetic.
    "Tough talk coming from someone with such a meager existence on the evolutionary food chain...I should eat you now and save myself the trouble, little human...I can already smell the fear radiating off of you, and it makes me...hungry."

    Something moved to Harley's right then, something big...something heavy enough to rattle the very ground she stood on, the sound of sharp claws slowly scraping against the smooth surface as a small, orange light came into view. "How many of you worthless meat-bags have filed in here, for an attempt to try and tamed the Hellhound himself? Even now, as I grow closer, your vision adjusts and you can now see the product of their useless endeavor.."

    It was true, as the light grew, so did the area of vision, pools of blood and gore suddenly glistening in the dull light.

    Her own eyes widened in slight horror at the sight of the pools before her, the deep shade of red bringing a scowl instantly to her features. She had already begun to fall under the force of the pressure the creature exerted and she let her head fall forward when she felt the sickening taste of bile burn her throat. "You think..." She huffed, raising her head high. "You think I am going to let you fucking eat me, dumbass?" She stated before taking a few steps back. "No bloody chance."

    "Too late."

    The voice came short and cold, just behind her as a ghastly breath, hot like the vapors of an active volcano erupted against her small back. The light erupted behind her, bathing her position in an orange glow, so bright that now all of the carnage was visible... much death that the very stench of it nearly choked her. Dismembered limbs and pools of bloody entrails, corpses rotting in their own puddles of puss and goo. Harley's chest began to rise and fall with an increased pace, the very sight shown to her began to leave a bad taste in her mouth. She had not yet done a mission where such a sight was left for her to see and so her mind failed to cope. A true horror for the eyes, but not as much as what was behind her. Stepping back a few paces, her eyes never wandering, she found herself knitting her brows together in a moment of thought. Fear would not pass the test but in saying that, she could not deny her fear either.

    A low cackle would erupt from behind her, the beast like growl low in the Sin's chest, but when Harley turned, she found nothing, the light disappearing and leaving her once more in darkness; however, the voice would continue.

    "You are slow...and oblivious to your surroundings, little human..." So caught up in her thoughts, she only heard the last of his words, something that caused a large scowl to dominate her features as she spun on her heels, looking livid. "THAT'S IT. DID YOU JUST CALL ME LITTLE?" She took it instantly as an insult, hands curled to fists at her sides.

    The voice fell silent, only for a few moment before releasing a low chuckle, it was coming from directly in front of Harley, so close that she could feel the Sin's breath against her came. The light slowly flickering into view once more; however, the darkness before her still remained...only for a moment until IT pushed forward. At first, it was only a nose, onyx and glistening, then came the snout and mouth, giant fangs nearly the size of the girl's forearms visible from the monster's terrifying snarl. If Satan himself had created a would have been something like this. Harley was left only to pause in her breathing, her eyes having opened drastically wide as she took in the sight before her. "I had to have your mark...of all sins..." Was her whispered regret, letting her eyes quickly flicker to either side to see where she could run to.




    The beast continued to move forward, forcing the girl back as a face, full of scars, came into view. The Hell Hound was missing an eye, its face gnawed with a deep, pink chasm running from the side of its mouth, up over his eye to the brow bone. It remaining eye, the left eye, was black, said for the iris which was blood red and cracked, as if staring at the solidifying lava of a raging volcano. His fur was shaggy, white caked with the dried blood from his victims, with red streaks lining his form in an intricate design of hatred. Having already been pushed back by the approaching creature,Harley stumbled with a few more before grinding her teeth together. Scared, yes but that didn't change the fact she did not want to return dead to her family.

    The beast blinked at her, its monstrous head nearly the same size of her entire body as it stepped forward, giant black claws scraping against the ground and leaving long gashes. The Hellhound, Gluttony, smiled...or at least what one would think was a smile, as its massive jaws fell open, long, black tongue licking at the fear in the air.

    "Your temper is entertaining, little human, but I can taste you fear..." His voice was an echo, his mouth unmoving as he spoke to her, an angry grumble from deep in his massive chest.

    Weaponless, Harley decided that she had to hide, to give her a chance to think. So with a small intake of breath, she let a shaky smile grace her features. "Fear is a natural response, moron." She spun on her feet, ignoring his size, before she bolted towards one of the closest piles of corpses, in hopes of finding something and to hide.

    She seeks to run?... The Sin of Gluttony was mildly perplexed. Out of all of his choices, each had chosen to at him with worthless fleshy bodies, as if they were the master and he nothing more than an object. This little human was being more realistic... yet stupid. Did she honestly believe that she could hide somewhere this beast had been locked away in for so long? He could not hide the amusement he gained from this little human, but the game was just starting.

    He paced for a moment, letting her get a head start as she rushed towards the pile of corpses nearby. He waited, gracefully settling down upon his massive hind legs, large tail slowly swishing in the air. "Very well, little human, let us play chase. I'll give you a head start. If you can last for 5 minutes, then the game is yours. I'll give you til the count of 5."

    He chuckled, large, black tongue escaping his lips to slowly brush over his snout, wiping away any old blood that had caked there. "I should warn you...the record best is 1 minute, 45 seconds."

    Harley had begun to grind her teeth as the beast continued talking far past the nerve he had struck. So casually he spoke out against her fallen kin. Some may have even been her ancestors, now dead upon one of those putrid piles as their remaining forms were nothing but a unnamed corpse.

    Reaching the pile she found herself ducking under its minor height, a deep shuddering breath passing her lips as she tried in vain to cease the continued thundering of her heart beat. Fear rattled her form but the knowledge that she had to at least try to win kept her going. The creature could probably tell so she threw out her attempt to hide fear. With a grumble, the redhead turned upon herself to face the pile, her hands already fumbling into the bloody mess in an attempt to find something that could be use as a weapon. Seconds was all it took for entrails and blood to cake her arms,only a large humerus bone being her win from this.

    The beast had been seated quietly, single crimson eye watching the darkness as the girl searched the nearby pile. He would have thought she would run instead of grummying up her fingers within his piles of leftovers; however, Gluttony only observed, his massive claws slowly tapping as he counted aloud to his new plaything.

    He heard an odd noise coming from her direction, slowly blinking as he looked once more to his little human. He could not exactly see what she was doing, but by the looks of it, he guessed she was praying. He momentarily halted his count, offering another minor jab in her direction. "Prayer will do nothing for you...God doesn't give a fuck....4..."

    She paused for a moment or two, her lips twisted to a scowl as she discarded secrecy. He knew where she was so what was the point. "I WAS NOT PRAYING YOU OVERGROWN PUPPY!" She sighed after that, closing her eyes for a second. "God can't help me here anyway" Harley mumbled to herself.

    The Hellhound slowly raised up off his hind legs, the hard pads of his paws softly echoing as he knelt down and readied himself for the chase. "...and.....5!" His snarling roar was like a sonic boom, his muscles snapping into action as he sprung, agility unmatched as he bounded towards the pile of corpses. The second she heard the sound of his approach, Harley had scrambled to her feet with adrenaline to fuel her movements, rushing out of the way as the hulking beast slammed into her hiding place, knocking the rotten pile over with a sadistic cackle of pleasure.

    " AHAHAHA!~ You'll have to do better than that, little human!"

    Harley gripped the bone tightly, bringing it to her chest as she spun around so her back was to the beast, hiding her compromise for a weapon. The sound of his ghastly wail broke her thoughts as she bolted forward, trying to make the biggest distance between them possible.

    "Trust me! I am trying something..."

    The Hellhound was laughing, his mass of a black tongue leaning down to lap at the puddles of blood surrounding his impressive horde. He let his eye fall for a moment as he listened to her hurried steps, her worthless insults she flung at him. This one was far mouthier than the reminded him of his old friend, Lialrus.

    That notion brought a rather sour taste to his mouth, it wasn't just the old blood, but he shook his massive head, throwing that thought aside as he quickly returned to taunting his meal.

    "Where are you going little human? Turning your back on me is rather stupid of you...I feel...almost insulted." He sprung forward once more, almost as if he was trotting rather than full out chasing her; however, he made it in a few bounds, leaping over her to land directly in front of her, tail swinging and knocking her square in her side. "Too slow!~♥"

    The strike sent Harley off quite a distance from her original path, throwing her near another of the beast's gruesome piles of human remains. A muffled cry of pain passed her lips as she bit down on her scarf, eyes tearing up. Harley dragged herself up onto her knees, a hand pressing into her ribs where the tail hit.

    "Oh fucking hell..."

    Sitting back up normally, the girl swallowed as she checked around for the bone, finding it hidden luckily at the bottom of the pile that stopped her fall. She pressed against her side harder, hissing as the pain increased as she turned around to look at the beast, sitting normally now. The pain would make escape harder...

    "Right...At least I don't look like a fucking psychotic puppy!..." She screamed, clearly aggravated at him continuously calling her 'little'. Even if he was a giant hellhound, she hated that word.

    "Psychotic puppy?" The Hellhound paused, turning to face her fully as one could say an almost confused glance crossed his intimidating expression, large head falling slightly to the side. He was panting slightly, reason unknown really, but it looked as though he were laughing harder, a massive paw coming up to momentarily rest upon his scarred snout. "..Here you are, in the face of despair and death...and that is the best you can come up with? My my, you really are Lialrus!"

    His laughter seemed to stop then, a gentle coo floating towards her as his massive head gave a small tilt to the side. "Awe...Did I hurt you, little human? I'll be gentler next time." He lowered his head, his approach slow, but unrelenting as he started closing the distance between them. "Was that all the fight you had?...was that it?...I strike you with my tail and now you can barely stand...pathetic, no?" He sounded almost disappointed, his single eye lowering as he stared down at her dwarfed form. 'I'm surprised mortals have survived as long as they have...with their weak, easily broken bodies...Worthless... useless and stupid..."

    A pain chuckle seemed to pass her lips as she glared daggers at her opponent. "You think I'm a descendant or Lialrus? Beh! I am a descendant of Grehe. I am Harley Jane Grehe, moron." She hissed out. "Then again, I wouldn't expect a fucking chihuahua like you to get over the fact he was sealed by a mortal of all things~" She cooed.

    The Hell Hound's entire expression seemed to change then, the amusement melting away to display a layer of pure malice. Pulling herself up to her feet as he approached, Harley's expression remained hidden behind her messed up hair and scarf, the bone hidden behind her in a lazy grip. Gluttony snarled, moreso then he already was, a long line of bloody drool slowly trailing down to the floor as he stopped in front of her. "Your name is of no importance, little human...For in the end you will be nothing more than another addition to my horde...or Dog shit. Now, I grow tired of this game, Grehe..." He lowered his head then, his onyx nose slowly pressing into her chest, and backing her up against the wall of corpses. Her only response was a small shudder as she glanced around for the best route to run to if she did not fall here.

    "How's about our game ends he- !!!!!!"

    Harley used the moment as the beast spoke, noticeably angered by her previous words, as she brought up the bone, her lips torn into a scowl as she used his proximity to slam it into the beast's only eye.

    "GRAHHHHH!" The beast broke out into a vicious scream of momentary agony. He had not expected such a strike, the bone stabbing him in his only good eye, head jerking as he padded backward, blood clouding his vision. "YOU BITCH!!! FUCK, THAT HURT!"

    "Fuck that! I'm not joining those fucking piles, dumbass!" The bone clattered to the ground as the girl pushed herself out of the space she had been enclosed in, grimace on her face as blood coated her, having stained her favourite scarf crimson. Tumbling away, the girl turned back to face him. Scared but easily proud of her continued fight. "You said five minutes...So, Dumbass mutt, I will make you sit." Obviously, she was going to continue treating the other as if a simple dog. "Now bring it, Fluffy...or is one little scratch from a worthless human already making you want to throw in the towel?"

    The beast's agitation had risen drastically, head shaking side to side as a paw came over his snout, an attempt to halt the blood and pain seeping from his new wound. He couldn't see, vision Vision quikcly fading as everything seemed to drastically blacken around him. This Grehe had been crafty, taking away his sight to give her more of an advantage, or at least what she thought was one...If anything, her little stunt had just pissed him off.

    He snarled, his voice laced with a surprising amount of venom as he quickly tried to track her whereabouts. " think you are going to make it through this...shit this hurts...I'm going to hold you down and slowly rip you to shreds, watching you choke on your own bile and blood..."

    Harley, obviously proud of the temporary blindness she caused, had a sinister but broken smile upon her lips. She had to continue despite the thundering pain in her side that burned with each rise and fall of her chest. A small but shuddering chuckle escaped her lips, clearly revealing her worry and fear at the anger that he displayed. "A-ah~ I made the puppy angry..." She tried to coo, momentarily coughing as she tried to gather her breath. "Just remember. You proposed this game of cat and mouse...No one said the mouse couldn't fight back."

    The Hell Hound growled, his own blood staining his white fur as he looked up, eye already starting to heal. His snarl only grew, head shaking a he dug his claws into the black floor. He only had two minutes left...he had prolonged this game for far too long. "I don't need my sight to kill you... The smell of your fear will do just fine..." He suddenly rushed forward, jaws open and at full speed, directly towards Harley's tiny form. He was done playing this game. He just wanted to take the pleasure of killing her. "GRAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHH!!!"

    "Shit...maybe pissing him off was a bad idea..." Harley found herself wheezing, expression falling as he rushed towards her.


    Watching as the beast approached, his roar already bringing a ringing to her ears, she found herself taking a few hurried steps backwards, though knowing it was futile. She pursed her lips, waiting till the beast was bare seconds away before she bolted forwards, slipping under the beast to move out of his range. Gluttony released a sudden bark, paws reaching to swipe at her, but only causing him to stumble and fall, massive form slamming against the ground and causing it to shake like a small earthquake. Turning to her right, Harley had begun to run off to the side to get away, deciding not to go near his tail again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

    The Hellhound scrambled to stand, snarling and cursing as he quickly regained his bearing and sought her out. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" His blind fury seemed to hold no bounds now, nearly tunnel visioned as he sprung to his feet and chased after her, his sadistic laugh echoing throughout the empty space. "Come back here, Grehe!! So I can rip your head off!" He closed the distance in a few bounds, head reaching down to grab her. is teeth sank into the fabric of her scarf, plucking her off the ground and slinging her to the side.


    Harley released a choked sob as she felt the material briefly tighten on her neck, her hands for a second instinctively reaching up to grasp the material as she was lifted from the ground. A split decision stopped that as she felt the soft item slip free and with it, her. She had fallen to the ground, from a height, in a heap as a pained whimper fell from her lips. The wound at her side along with her back began to burn with a blinding pain that distracted her from even his presence.

    She began to cough harshly, in retaliation to him she had already begun to try and pick herself up despite the obvious pain it caused her with each passing moment. Her hair remained a mess by now having fell around her lowered face, revealing the orange mark that was settled against the skin on the back of her neck. Grey eyes tiredly blinked as she fought against collapsing, giving up.


    Gluttony slowly turned on her, the soft, stained scarf falling in tattered remains about his massive feet as his jaws parted once more, revealing the massive teeth, crystal white and glistening in the orange glow. His approach was slow, his single eye slowly falling open once more as his vision returned to him. Harley took a deep breath in that moment, her expression twisted into one of disgust as he neared. He cooed, knowing she had reached the end of her tether. "You should be proud of yourself, little Grehe. You made it much farther than the other candidates... I was almost tempted to let you win, if not for you resiliency, then your 'winning' personality... however, those thoughts were rather fleeting."

    He had closed the distance now, massive form halting so his snout was just above above her, leaning down to gently sniff her form. "Too sad...and here you had such big talk for someone who doesn't even have any special family ability."

    "Oh fuck off..." She grumbled, clearly angered by her failure to last longer. Though she couldn't help the fact that falling from the Sin's height was not an easy feat. Most would've probably lost consciousness a long time ago. "Just...S-shut the hell up! I won't make eating me easy, Fucktard!" Her breathing was heavy and filled by exhaustion but she kept her tone firm, even now.

    "It surprises me that you can still manage to be so cheeky." Gluttony cackled, paw moving forward as he lightly placed it upon her back; however, the pressure would slowly force the air from her lungs, the Hell Hound licking his lips in amusement as he applied more pressure, as if wishing to crack her ribcage. "Maybe if I do this, it will shut you up for a while, yeah?" Which was exactly what happened as Harley within seconds was beginning to panic as the she was left without the ability to breath, her lungs burning.

    This had been fun. None of the other candidates had forced him to work this hard; however, all fun had to end and his was no exception... but he wasn't done toying with her. "I don't want to kill you just yet... I want to watch you suffer, you scream in agony as I bury my snout into your warm entrails..." He pushed down upon her a little harder, wishing to hear her choked cries of agony.

    Harley wanted to scream, wanted to stop holding back and swear blindly at him. Though with the pressure, she could not breath let alone talk. She choked, a sharp attempt at taking in a breath as she slammed her eyes closed. It hurt. "S-scre...." She glared harder at the ground, opening her blurred gaze as tears swimmed at their corners. "...o-off..."

    Gluttony was beyond composure, that single, crazed eye blaring down at his catch with sadistic pleasure. Oh yes, he would take pleasure in killing this one, for no one had ever been crafty enough to land a hit... Little Cunt... He was more ready than ever, jaws slowly parting to take in that delicious scent...


    Suddenly, the pressure stopped, the paw lightening as the Hellhound released an agitated scoff. "Ick...damnit...I waited too long..." He slowly removed his paw from atop Harley's back, glaring down at her with a mixture of fury and utter disappointment. "Look what you have done... You distracted me so that you could win the game, Hm? Well, I'm not exactly inclined to completely follow the are near death anyways, so I should just eat you now." He mouth fell open as he leaned down; however, the moment his tongue touched her, he felt a massive jolt through his entire system, something so painful that he was forced back, snarling and biting in rebellion. "WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU LITTLE BITCH?! I REFUSE TO LOSE TO THE LIKES OF YOU!"

    Harley slowly dragged herself up as she desperately breathed in to quell the fire that seemed to had burn inside before. She began to cough every few moments as she kept breathing in more than she could handle at that point. Her voice had become a bare whisper but she smirked anyway, her grin trembling as she could barely keep even that up. "H-heh...The dumbass...You lost..." She breathed out, peering up at his from the curtain of her hair, one gray eye burning in anger. "To...To two mortals now..."

    "Noo! This can't be happening... Not again! Not by the likes of you! A fucking worthless human, with nothing to offer other than her mouth!" The Hellhound roared in fury and disbelief, his deep voice nearly jumping an octave as he seemed to nearly spasm in rebellion, the familiar feeling of obedience taking hold. It was agonizing, to be forced into submission, but moreso to try and fight back against it; however, the Hellhound was stubborn.

    She had finally gotten up to at least sit, a small chuckle ghosting past her lips as she let her head fall back. "...Just hurry up and give in, overgrown dumbass...I really want some cake right now, not to be around these corpses..." She whispered, letting her eyes fall closed briefly. The want to obey was too strong, Gluttony grunting with effort as he back peddled, as if trying to put as much distance between he and Harley possible. "You fucking bitch...YOU WORTHLESS WRETCH! I...I'LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR!" He barked, nearly shrieking as he tried to keep himself from bending, the strain of it rocking his entire form.

    "I told you, puppy, I would make you sit." Harley at this point, was climbing to her feet. When she finally did stand, she took a deep breath. "SO FUCKING SIT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

    The command...It was too strong, so much so that Gluttony could not deny it. The Hellhound buckled, his legs curling beneath him as he was forced into a seated position. The angelic pressure was too much to comprehend, a pained gasp escaping his throat as his head was forced down, legs slipping before his massive jaw slammed into the ground...a complete act of submission; however, that did not stop his mouth. "You bitch, you bitch. YOU BITCH!" He struggled against his angelic binds; however, was unable to move...He could only stare at Harley with a look of pure hatred, snarling and spitting.

    Harley slowly made her way over to the beast, the grin on her lips practically smug as she stood before his jaws, slowly reaching over to let her hand drop on his large nose. "Stop whining already. It's fucking annoying...Think of it this way! At least you will get to eat loads when we go on missions and that."

    The Hellhound wanted to rip her arm off, jaws momentarily parting as he only stared at her hand. There was no fighting it...he had been bested, by the tiniest human he had ever seen for that matter. He visibly tensed, massive eye falling closed as he halted his struggling. He did not wish to say it, even now, his rebellious streak causing him agony as he fought the urge to say those fatal words; however, the contract was too powerful... When his eye opened once more, his expression had changed. It was no longer full of hatred and fury, but of hesitant obedience, as if begging for her to back out. Harley blinked tiredly, clearly close to collapsing herself as she left her head fall to the side, too tired to hold her head up being half the reason.

    "...What wish to name me?..." The words slipped from Gluttony's form before he could stop them, a small whimper following as he shifted in apparent discomfort. He did not want to obey...he did not wish to submit, but the urge was too powerful...he had no choice.

    "Name?" She questioned, momentarily frowning. Did he not even have a name? Thoughts caused a deep silence before the redhead smiled gently, a rare sight for the hot headed hunter. "How about Sammael?" She asked, her exhaustion catching up as she took a seat on the ground slowly, folding her legs under her. "You...should at least have some choice in your name, Fido."

    The beast seemed to release a small sigh then, massive eye falling closed once more as his entire form a sudden rush, the Hellhound was engulfed in Hellfire, the ghastly form shrinking drastically as his voice carried over the snapping flames. " Sammael..."

    The flames extinguished themselves, leaving them both bathed in darkness for a moment before the orange glow returned, radiating off the form of a nude male, shaggy white locks hiding his face as he remained bowed, forehead against the black ground. When he spoke, his voice was the same as before, almost unfitting for this youthful male.

    "You have passed the trials...and hence forth I pledge my loyalty to Mistress, Harley Jane Grehe. My soul shall all be at your disposal... Use me as you see fit." Harley was left a slightly blushing mess at the strange change in the sin. One moment he seemed intent on ripping her in half while now he was all obedient? Sammael actually was internally fighting this urge to obey. These words were no longer his own, his mouth and voice working against his will. He could not fight it...He could not stop it... He slowly looked up, his one good eye still the same, as well as the massive scar running from the right side of his mouth up above his eyebrow. "What is it you command of me, my little Mistress?" The red of her cheeks was soon due to the anger that boiled inside the tired female. "Stop calling me short! Stupid!" She hissed, folding her arms against her chest as she glared at him. Even in the contract, Sammael would not let her have the last laugh. He would make her life a living hell...Nothing would be easy for her if he would have anything to do with it; however, that burning hatred was slowly being quelled by the contract.

    "Geez...For now...we need to get out of here. The boss needs to know I've passed...Plus, my parents have cake waiting and I am not missing that."

    Her command...He could no longer disobey.

    "Your my command, little Mistress." He slowly stood then, his lean form suddenly coming fully into view. He was nude, yes, the muscles lining his form etched with the scars of his many battles. He was strong, not overly tall, with a gruff grace despite his gnawed body. He reached out, grasping Harley's hand and pulling her to a standing position, pulling her close before she could react and hugging her to him. His grasp was firm, but gentle as to not cause her any further injury. He rested one hand against the small of her back, the other against the back of her head, his own head resting atop her misshapen hair.

    "W-what are you doin-!" Harley was honestly shocked at the sudden actions of the sin, but it was not that brought her lips into a scowl. Within seconds of her mind suddenly calming and her rationality returning, Harley pulled herself back slightly. "Sammael..." She cooed softly, her eyes falling closed. "FUCKING GET SOME CLOTHES ALREADY."

    He paused, glancing down at his form as if he had just now noticed he was naked. " has been so long since I have actually been in this form..I nearly forgot that clothing was a necessity..." He turned then, glancing around before noticing one of the bloody corpses nearby. He moved to it and removed it's pants. They were a simple pair of torn black jeans, most likely from his own claws and teeth. He pulled them on, grumbling something about how much of a hassle this was before turn and returning to Harley's side.

    "Does this please you?"

    "I'm going to hit you later..." She hissed, glaring hell at the demon. Far too tired to go through with her threat now, Harley folded her arms, letting them rest against her upper sides. She was curious to if the injuries would carry to her physical form in reality. People died in these tests so it was likely. "...At least I should be bedridden for a bit..." She muttered, taking in a small breath before sighing. "Right, how do we leave?"

    Sammael did not hesitate to grasp her once more, his subdued expression never faltering as he held her close, as if to protect her from what was coming.


    "Wait, Hellf-"

    That was his only warning before the flames engulfed them both, but Harley found them unharmed, Sammael's orange aura having wrapped itself around them, both slowly melding into the fires. Sammael released a small chuckle, his eye falling close as he held her tighter, suddenly finding odd comfort in her scent. His voice came out a gruff whisper, lips slowly brushing against her ear.
    "See you on the other side, Little Mistress..."

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  11. ~ Sloth is finally released ~

    As time had begun to tick by at a slowing pace around the ceremonial halls there was a disturbing silence as the chants dulled to murmurs. Seven bodies were slumped on the ground, appearing almost as if at death's door, a sight that drew the attention of all open eyes in the room. The head, Alec Cohen himself stared over at his only child the whole time. Occasionally a stray priest or priestess would shuffle over to a circle where they would soon need to replace another who had began to appear as if suffering exhaustion.

    Then it began.

    Then a dulled sound began to disrupt the attention of those in the hall, though the priests continued, as the sound of breaking glass continued to chime as if a bell, as if one was hitting a glass surface at timed intervals. The necklace clasped in the limp hand of Avery shuddered and began to move as if possessed. Soon enough blue wisps began to drag themselves from the small crystal surface as they tumbled around the fallen form of the current hunter taking the trial. The sound had vanished but the wisps continued to slither on the ground until they reached the summoning ring where it was unable to pass.

    It retracted visible, slinking back before it began to manifest itself just before the fallen form of the sin's new 'master' where it began to climb up into the air. It was if the gas was being released into an invisible mold as it began to create a featureless humanoid form. Once it had crafted the shape the swirls began to slowly dissipate to reveal pale, almost near a sickly shade, skin and limbs. Shuddering gasps echoed around the room as the mass of colour faded to real a new form.

    It was a child that stood at the height of 4'11 with snow white hair reaching thin shoulders, two black horns spiraling from the sides of her skull, loose strands of white caressing the demonic features. Large, doe like red eyes remained poised ahead before they fluttered down to the fallen form of Avery as a small grin danced on her features, parting pale pink lips to reveal sharpened fangs. The demon crouched down, wrapping her uncovered arms around her knees as she then moved to sit on the ground next to the unconscious hunter, smoothing down the thin black dress that she adorned. Thin limbs moved from her person as she reached over to poke Avery, finally speaking up.


    Sloth cooed as she moved to pet the blonde locks, her head cocked lazily as her eyes watched his form passively. The sin herself seemed, by appearance, weak. Her child form was thin and so looked to frail to be the body of one of the fearsome creatures that these very hunters locked up many generations ago. Priests around the circle seemed to silence themselves, keeping up the protection, as they began to mutter upon themselves. On calling upon a passing priest to gather the hunter leader, Alec Cohen.

    The sin paid no attention to them, not even as Alec approached as she remained focused on her new master. Did he accidentally die? No, she fell asleep and he was definitely alive then so he should be alive...though she couldn't fathom why he hadn't woken up yet. Her confusion led to a small pout playing upon her lips. This led to a slightly frustrated grumble as she then noticed the marking upon his left hand. It was hers. Sloth could feel the new found pull of the bond they had.

    "You...Are Sloth, Correct?"

    Red eyes shifted from Avery at the disrupting sentence. A slightly scowl came to her features as she shifted in her position to look over at Alec Cohen with a frown. While she was bound to Avery, she still had no interest or feeling towards these other pesky mortals. Though she decided she should at least indulge them in some way. "I am Sloth...Though I go by Zehasael. I assume, from my masters memory, that you are this 'networks' head?" She murmured out, her tone floating dangerously around, almost venomously. She could not escape but she would certainly terrify them, something which most already were.

    "Alec Cohen, Head of the Hunter Network."

    Zehasael just hummed before turning back to Avery to wait for him to awaken, since she doubted she would be released until these human's were certain that she would not rampage the second they let their guard down. Sloth had returned to petting the Nolan's blonde locks, her head tilted as she seemed to retreat to her thoughts, only to be disturbed seconds later. "The contract...the trial, it has been passed, right?" The head asked to her annoyance as she settled glimmering red orbs back on him. Zehasael refused to reply, though her gaze remained far from friendly. "You don't stop talking, do you?" She really did not have the energy for this man...

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  12. ~ Abraham's Trial ~
    A Sister's Wrath

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  13. ~ Leon's Trial ~
    I'll Prove It To You

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    [Leila Cohen challenges Greed]

    Darkness engulfed the air surrounding Leila, so thick it was almost palpable. It was a feeling of neither evil nor good, neither reality nor imagination. Time seemed irrelevant. Then, in a slow--almost tedious--manner, light became visible in the neverending darkness. It seemed almost alive, inhaling and exhaling with each second.

    Even as light slowly faded back into the scene Leila remained frozen in place, kneeling on the ground as she waited for the dizziness to subside. It had been such a strange sensation, as though she were suddenly jerked into a whole other world (which, she supposed, she had been) yet without moving from where she stood. Better to wait until she could see clearly where she was than risk wandering into danger or being attacked by something lurking in the shadows.

    The light came into greater focus, glittering off piles and piles of gold, silver, and jewels. It was a sight to make anyone stare in awe. Such wealth would never have an equal. The valuables barely managed to outline a narrow path of bronze brick. It would have been impossible to follow were it not for the magnificent throne only a few yards away from the hunter. Inlaid with sapphire and ruby, it was so beautiful it was frightening.

    Despite herself Leila couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the sight of such treasures all around her. She’d never seen such riches in life before and likely never would, or at least, never on this scale. It was like some kind of dragon’s hoard. Yet...she hadn’t the slightest desire to take any of it, or even to touch it.

    Leila stood carefully, avoiding the edges of the piles. Fairy gold. Cursed treasure. That’s what it reminded her of. Trying to steal from Greed...well, it was obvious how that would turn out. Drops of her blood would be spilt over coins and glisten in the light like liquid rubies. Her topaz eyes would be gouged out and fall amongst a pile of gems. If she took so much as a single coin she felt certain she’d pay for it with her life. Still, no matter. She hadn’t come here for the gold. She was here for its mistress.

    Sitting on the throne was Greed, black hair dark as night and crimson eyes alight with mischief. “So, this is the next child vying for power and riches beyond measure.” A soft laugh that quickly devolved into pure insanity erupted from her lips. She stepped off the throne, still chuckling but only slightly. “Tell me, what is your name?”

    Her unease at Greed’s laughter must have shown on her face but to her credit Leila didn’t flinch, even as she stepped off the throne towards her. She’d never been fully sure what to expect in the trial, or how the sin would appear, but for Greed to be a beautiful young woman certainly wasn’t it. “Leila Cohen.” She answered, not taking her eyes off the sin. “You are Greed?” Was she being too direct? Was she meant to curtsey or call her ‘your majesty’? The throne certainly suggested an arrogant streak, but she couldn’t make assumptions just yet. Once again, Leila decided that waiting would probably be the best course of action until she could read the sin better.

    “Of course! But do call me Elodie, my dear. Have you ever seen such a marvelous treasure? Surely you are tempted by it,” she paused. “Or perhaps there is something else you desire.” Greed smiled wickedly, creeping towards the hunter slowly. Then, in a quiet but sudden motion, the sin’s pale fingers wrapped around Leila’s throat. Power rushed through her fingertips, overwhelming the hunter with the influence of greed. Every desire Leila had could now be used to Greed’s advantage. Perfect. The sin laughed maniacally, jumping back from the girl in a rather graceful fashion. “You are going to die, my dear Leila. You are going to die knowing that you never amounted to anything. Everything you have achieved, everything you have gained, will be for naught. I will break your mind and shatter your soul until you are nothing.” The test had begun, and Greed had no doubt this pathetic little hunter would fail like all the rest. She would succumb to her own greed, willing to sacrifice what she cares about most to achieve her darkest desire.

    Leila’s discomfort as Elodie got even closer to her was obvious but, still far too wary of touching the hoard of treasure by accident, she stayed where she was even as the sin grasped her throat. As soon as her hand touched Leila’s skin the hunter began to feel...well...she wasn’t too sure how to describe it. Reaching up to brush the spot Elodie had touched she narrowed her eyes at the sin’s words. “I-I’m not going to let myself be killed by you.”

    The light disappeared like a flame being blown out. The only sound to be heard was Elodie’s cackling laughter. Then, quite suddenly, music played by a piano filled the dark space. It was comforting, almost like a lullaby. It could only be described as completely entrancing.

    The sudden plunge back into darkness set Leila on edge again almost instantly, but at least this time it wasn’t choked with the same oppressive silence as before. Perhaps it was a foolish reaction to have but the distant notes of piano would probably have relaxed her regardless of what kind of tune was being played. Instinctively, she turned towards the sound and took a few hesitant steps through the dark.

    “My dear Leila, you are already mine to kill. Many have tried to face my trial. All of them have failed. Why should you be any different?” The unknown flame lit up once more, revealing a wood-framed hall with an open doorway to the hunter’s right. The music drifted from the doorway, where the firelight also seemed to originate. “Tell me, dear...what will you be willing to sacrifice to pass this trial?” Greed’s trademark cackle of insanity bit through the air before disappearing altogether, replaced by the soft piano melody.

    Leila did her best to ignore Elodie. She wasn’t going to be killed, and what was this about a sacrifice anyway…? Was she meant to sacrifice the piano she could hear being played? That wasn’t much of a challenge… As she stepped into the room, Leila saw, as she had expected, a grand piano. However, the woman playing it stopped her in her tracks. It was impossible; she hadn’t left the trial but if she was still in it there was no way she could be here. Soft, honey-blonde hair and amber eyes that matched Leila’s own greeted the young hunter, along with a familiar gentle smile.


    Elodie appeared beside Leila’s “mother,” smiling wickedly. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Looks like I’ve found a little weak spot! Oh what fun you shall be!” Her laugh was even more insane than it had been before--if that was even possible. She looked at the illusion playing the piano, a dangerous glint in her eyes. You’re going to have to kill your own mother to pass this trial. If you don’t, you will die at my hand, like every hunter before you.” Greed’s influence reached out like spikes, piercing through to Leila’s very soul. She would fight, or she would die trying. That was the goal, anyways.

    “I’m not going to do that!”

    Leila’s reply was almost instant yet as her staff materialized in her hands. She tightened her grip on it, instinctively taking up a fighting stance before throwing the weapon to the ground in shock as she realized what she was doing. “N-no!” Realizing too late that that probably hadn’t been the best of ideas she eyed Elodie nervously, trying to decide if the sin was going to attack her. She said she’d kill her, but…

    Without taking her eyes off Elodie, Leila took a step forward and then another before snatching up her staff again and quickly dodging round the piano to be beside her mother. She didn’t know how Elodie could have brought her here but she couldn’t just ignore her, even if she seemed totally unaware of the situation around her. “Come on, Mom,” Leila murmured, lightly taking her mother’s arm to try and get her to move.

    The second Leila touched her mother’s skin, it shriveled with the stench of old death--a decay more powerful than time should allow. Leila’s mother let out a horrible scream, wrenching her arm away in terrified fury. Her fingers slammed on the piano keys as she stumbled away. Her arm sagged limply by her side, becoming a grotesque shade of yellow and green. The skin seemed to be wilting away, revealing muscle and bone. It was a sight only the truly damned could stomach.

    Leila snatched her hand back as though she’d been burned, wanting to get away but frozen to the spot. It was all she could do not to scream herself or retch at the awful warm smell of rot that now pervaded the air. As a hunter she had seen plenty of unpleasant or disgusting things before, it was unavoidable, but none of them had been anything like this. None of them had been her mother.

    “Marvelous, marvelous! You’ll pass the test with that attitude!” The unreadable tone of Elodie’s voice made it impossible to know if she was mocking Leila or cheering her on. Neither party would have time to consider it, however, as the shrieking woman turned on the hunter with a look of pure hatred mixed with pain. “Better hurry up, my dear. Poor Mother is becoming a bit...angry. You wouldn’t like her when she’s angry!” Greed cackled like a deranged child as a sword seemed to appear out of thin air in the woman’s remaining hand.

    If she heard Elodie, Leila didn’t respond to the taunts, unable to do anything but stare wide-eyed as her mother decomposed in front of her. The hand that still gripped her staff trembled and for one awful moment she actually considered using it against the monster in front of her. She had to, right? She had to pass the trial, couldn’t fail, couldn’t let everyone down like that. She wanted to be a hunter so badly and here was her only chance right in front of her. It would only take a few quick blows, maybe less if the rot had spread to the rest of the body. Falling apart like that...she had to be suffering, and it would be so easy to put an end to all that and then it would be over. She would pass the trial and be a real hunter, with a sin at her command. Leila would have everything she ever wanted. Everything she ever wanted, and all she had to do was kill her mother.

    She wanted to kill her mother.

    At that realisation, whatever resolve had been building in Leila through Greed’s power over her desires crumbled in an instant. Dropping to her knees the young girl’s breathing heightened until she was sobbing, hands pressed tightly over her ears with her weapon forgotten beside her. “N-NO! I-I can’t! I don’t want to!” she stammered out between panicked gasps, eyes shut tight as she tried to blot out what she had almost done, what she had wanted to do.

    So many memories spun through Leila’s head; her mother, sat beside her, teaching her to play the piano; her mother, singing as she baked bread, sunlight shining through her hair and through her smile; her mother, concerned at the injuries Leila had picked up in training; her mother, that morning, wishing her luck before the trial with sad eyes and a hug that neither of them had wished to break.

    “I-I…” Leila’s voice was small as she tried to calm herself enough to speak clearly, lifting her head to look at Elodie through eyes clouded with tears. “I want both. I want my mother and to pass the trial. To still be a hunter. I-I want both…”

    The hunter’s words hit like a double-edged sword, cutting into Greed’s very soul. “You little…” she gasped, her crimson eyes widening. No. No, no, NO! She would not lose to this little weakling of a hunter--this little bitch! “She’ll kill you! You can’t have both! You fucking bitch!” Elodie’s voice had before been calm, if not slightly unhinged. Now, it was like all hell broke loose, her voice cracking with utter insanity.

    The illusion shattered like glass, returning to the vault of gold and jewels from before. Leila’s mother remained, however, decaying at even faster rate. Greed smiled wickedly. “She’s going to die anyways! Your mother is going to die! You can’t win everything! No one can ever overcome their own greed! Choose to be a hunter now, my dear Leila, or you’ll fail just like the rest!”

    It was a test. The final thread Greed could hold onto before the hunter could succeed in making the contract. Only two had ever gotten this far before, and they had failed. When they did, she broke their minds as punishment. They were the unlucky ones who went down in history as the few to survive--but the ones to lose any shred of humanity they had left. Leila would receive the same punishment.

    Leila flinched at the sudden anger in Elodie’s voice but simply shook her head in response, still crying though much more composed now. “I-I choose both,” She repeated quietly, not at all feeling as though she was ‘overcoming her own greed’. If she was, she would be picking the option that helped the most people--not just selfishly trying to get everything she wanted without giving up anything in return. By choosing not to take the path that would let her pass the trial, she was failing everyone: all the other hunters and everyone who depended on them. But...she couldn’t kill her mother. And she couldn’t give up her desire to be a hunter. Leila’s eyes met Elodie’s with a firm resignation that didn’t match her still trembling hands. Her decision was final.

    The illusion of Leila’s mother faded slowly as Greed fought the contract that was forming. “How did you do it? HOW DID YOU DO IT? YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, HOW? You were supposed to fail like everyone else!” Elodie screamed in fury, red whips of “Hell’s Energy” appearing around her. The vault seemed to shudder and tremble, shaking so violently one would be sure it would break apart. The sin charged at Leila, arms raised with what appeared to be a glowing red and black scythe. “I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF!”

    Leila found herself once again frozen in shock even as the sin rushed at her. She hadn’t failed…? Somehow? But she was still going to be killed. Cringing back Leila reached for her staff, scrabbling to pick it up in a desperate attempt to defend herself. She couldn’t let it end like this. Not after she had passed, after coming so close to her goal. “STOP!”

    Just as suddenly as her fury began, it ended. Some invisible force pushed her to her hands and knees, the scythe disappearing. Elodie shrieked, curse words flying. “NO! I am not going to lose to a LITTLE BITCH LIKE YOU!” Her words were useless. The contract was forming, and the sin would soon be subject to the will of Leila Cohen.

    It had worked. Somehow, it had worked. Hastily getting to her feet, Leila held her weapon tightly, with the intention of keeping it pointed at the now immobile sin but quickly needing to use it to support herself instead. She felt dizzy. The lingering stench of decay was making her nauseous, and she couldn’t tell if the darkness that swam at the edges of her vision marked this pocket world fading away to signify the end of the trial--or if she was simply about to faint. “It’s over, Elodie…”

    Elodie clenched her jaw. She had solved the riddle. This little human had solved her riddle. For what had felt like an eternity, she had been locked away in here, ending the sanity some poor hunter knew every thirty years or so. They had all been so willing, so horribly eager, to sacrifice what they loved most to pass the trial--only to discover that in doing so, they failed altogether. Greed’s influence was nothing to be trifled with, and they learned the face quickly as they realized what they had done. But this girl...this girl had overcome it. Not only that, but she refused to back down--a mistake the two before who had managed to pass the first part of the test.

    “Congratulations, Leila Cohen. You have beaten me. Funny, I thought you would be easy to destroy.” Greed smiled wryly. At least this way, she’d finally be free from this hellhole. “See you on the other side, my dear.” With that, the sin closed her crimson eyes, accepting her fate as her glittering world of gold faded away...
    #14 kimsim12, Apr 1, 2016
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  15. The Trial of Lust
    Nicholas & Asmodeus

    The first thing Nicholas realized when he opened his eyes, was that Lust’s realm was nothing like what he had been expecting. Whenever they had met in his dreams, they had always been on a small island, floating on in the midst of vast, purplish blue void. Sprinkled across the void were glowing dots of various sizes, very much reminiscent of stars and growing in the midst of the island was an enormous tree. Orange lanterns were hanging off the branches, casting a warm glow the world below. All around there were clusters of flowers in different colors, shapes and sizes — each and everyone of them smelling most wonderfully. Right below the tree was a table and two chairs. Nicholas had lost count of how many times they’d sat there together. In short, it was a strange and otherworldly place, but Nick had grown to love it.

    This, on the other hand, was completely different. It was dark and cold and Nicholas could just barely make out the shapes of trees in the faint, purple light. They were growing in clusters, spreading out around him in every direction. Although he was unable to see them, he had the strong feeling that someone or something was watching him. Nicholas didn’t want to admit it, but he found it to be quite unnerving. And Lust was nowhere to be seen.

    “Hello?” Nicholas called into the darkness, glancing around uneasily. “Asmo? Are you there?”

    Nothing. Not even the rustling sound of a light breeze sweeping through the trees. Complete silence. Of course, he hadn’t really been expecting a reply.


    It had been a long time since he last felt so utterly alone and vulnerable. He was confused and feeling kind of stupid for thinking it would be any different for him. Yet standing there and wallowing in self pity wouldn’t do him any good. The only thing he could do was move on. And so he did. Since there was no path to follow and he had no idea in which direction he was meant to go, Nick chose to simply walk straight on ahead.

    That may have been a mistake.

    At first it was fairly easy. Yet as he continued onwards, the forest seemed to become thicker and thicker. Soon enough, long and gnarly, leafless branches were blocking the way. Some he pushed aside, others he had to climb over or push aside. And as he continued deeper into the forest, it only became more and more difficult. Before he knew it, the gnarly trees had turned into thorny bushes. At that point he decided turning back the way he’d come was probably his best bet, yet just as he was about to turn around he thought he could hear something moving in the bushes behind him. It made a sort of slippery, squelchy sound that caused the hairs on his neck to stand right up, and it was definitely coming closer.

    Then he felt it.

    He let out a small cry of surprise as something wet and slippery brushed against his ankle, beginning to slither up his leg. At this point Nicholas didn’t even think. He just charged straight into the thorny bushes, as he tried very hard not to imagine what that could possibly have been. The thrones scraped at his skin and tore at his clothes, yet all he could think about was that he had to get away. His heart was pounding so hard he almost believed he could hear it, and all the while the slippery squelching noise continued. It was painful and terrifying and seemed to be going on for an eternity. At several points Nicholas thought that surely he would die; twice he even considered to simply give up. Yet an intense, inexplicable fear of that...thing kept him going. His entire body ached and his vision was blurred by tears. The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils, and his tattered shirt — drenched in blood, sweat and the creatures slime was sticking to his body like glue. It was like a never ending nightmare; like a hell he could never even have imagined, and all he wanted was for it to end.

    And it did.

    The feeling of relief that washed over him as he emerged from the jungle of thorns was overwhelming. He dropped to his knees, panting heavily as tried to catch his breath. The creature seemed to have lost interest, for he could no longer hear the terrifying sound. This time around he welcomed the silence. After a while he looked up to take in his surroundings. He seemed to have arrived in a clearing, in the middle of which there was a huge lake.

    “Oh, my my! Might you be lost, young man?” The voice came from the very front of the lake. Nicholas breath caught in his throat. In the midst of the luminescent, purple trees and blank water stood a young woman. She didn’t look old enough to be calling Nicholas “young man”, but something about her stance and grace suggested a maturity unfitting of her age.

    The woman was clad in a fluffy, blue dress that complimented her pale and slender features perfectly. The flowers in her long, red hair were blue, just like her dress and eyes, and truly added to her natural beauty. She was the most stunning woman Nicholas had ever laid eyes on. Even just her voice alone enough to make his heart flutter. It occurred to him that she looked just a little bit like Harley, though the resemblance was faint.

    The woman turned around, looking out over the water. “There should be no trouble if we walk through here. She stretched out her hand.

    Nicholas gazed at it for a moment, as though he at first didn’t understand the meaning of her gesture. Then a soft pink shade spread across his cheeks as he shyly accepted it. The moment they touched, a soothing feeling spread through him. Her skin was so soft and her hand so warm. It was enough to distract him from the pain of his wounds and the ache in his limbs. It was difficult to say, but perhaps Nicholas had been drawn in by the trap… at least for now.

    “Well, let’s go! Don’t be scared, this is a place of magic and wonders after all!” She excitedly said as she pulled Nicholas off by the arm, plunging straight into the lake. For a moment, it looked like they would impact on the water, but they seemed to phase right through the water surface.

    What they found on the other side of this portal was a town booming with life and vitality. The young woman didn’t hesitate in dragging him on with her through the lit streets until they reached a comfortable restaurant where she got a table for the two of them. She smiled as they sat down at the table. “See? That wasn’t all bad, right? You can order whatever you want here, so don’t hold back, okay?” She reached her hand across the table, putting her hand on top of his. She was slightly cold to the touch.

    “What can I do for you two lovebirds?” The waiter was at their table, smiling familiarly at the woman. She giggled at his comment, a light blush on her cheeks as she spoke to him. “Oh, you! It’s nothing like that, I tell you! Just get him something delicious to eat, will you?” She seemed enchanting to every person in her vicinity, and as the night passed, several people, men as well as women, children as well as adults, came to greet her and talk to her.
    Nicholas looked on in wonder, though mostly kept himself in the background. He’d always been like that. Quiet, awkward, unable to fit in with the “normal” crowd. Even so, he found himself enjoying the company of this lovely young lady. Everything seemed so normal – it was almost hard to believe he was still in the world of Lust. Everything felt so real, and the more immersed in the world he became, the easier it was to forget that he was in the middle of a test.

    Slowly but surely Nicholas could feel the effects of recent events wearing him out. His body was beginning to feel heavy and his vision became blurred as a certain drowsiness came over him. A tiny inner voice screamed at him that this was a trap, that he was in danger, but somehow Nicholas failed to register it. Not until it was too late. He was feeling hot. Almost as though he had a fever. His breathing became uneven, his face bright red and his forehead sticky with sweat.

    “Hey, miss, I never even caught... your na...m...e…”

    More than so he was unable to say, before his mind was plunged into darkness.
    A soft groan emitted from Nicholas lips as he slowly started to return to consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying down. His mind was hazy and his body felt limp and at first he felt utterly disoriented. As he tried to open his eyes, he could only just recognize a blurry shape hovering over him.
    “Ngh…” he blinked a few times, groggily peering up at the shape as he tried to sort out his jumbled thoughts. Where was he? What had just happened? What was going on? Why couldn’t he move? Why did it feel like something we weighing him down? What… was that?


    It was the mysterious girl. The reason it felt like something was weighing him down, was because she was sitting on top of him, staring down at him intensely. For some reason she now resembled Harley even more. Though, her body was considerably more shapely and her hair longer. She looked way too perfect to be anyone real. Especially as her angelic features were molded into a perfect smile.

    “You fell asleep so I had to take you with me home… I’m sorry for that ~ I hope you’re awake.”

    Nicholas was still too groggy to react properly. Even though a million questions were swirling through his head, he found it difficult to voice even one of them.

    “W-where am I?” After several attempts to say something, that was the only thing he managed to get out. “What’s...going on? W-why…” Even though he could see clearly at that point, it still seemed to take him some time to process the situation. Nevertheless, his cheeks seemed to take on a shade of light pink.

    “Why, you ask? Why of course because I really like you, Nicholas ~ Don’t you like me too? Don’t you like… this?” She looked into his eyes as her hands traced his torso on top of his shirt. There was really no way for him to move with his hands tied and her weight on top of him. She seemed way heavier than she looked like. Her body was petite and fragile, and yet it felt to Nicholas as if he was being held down by a block of lead. It was the after effects of the drug that she had slipped him during their dinner.

    She was quite happy with the results. “C’mon… don’t you want me?” She put her hands on his cheeks, leaning down close to his face with an almost wicked expression. “Forget everything about that “Harley” girl and become all mine…?” She traced her fingers down his face and his torso. “It will be so much easier for you, Nicholas… just let everything go, and you can become mine forever… you can have me forever… doesn’t that just sound wonderful?”

    “Stay here? I-I…” somehow there seemed to be a significant gap in Nicholas’ memory. Why was he even there? What had happened prior to his passing out? Where was he? How much time had passed? He was unable to find answers to any of those questions. And the more time he allowed to pass, the more difficult it seemed to remember. “I can’t move. Why can’t I…?” he tried to pull at his restraints, though his arms felt weak and heavy. Before long, he gave up. There seemed to be little point in struggling.

    “Don’t you worry about such trivial things, Nicholas. There’s only one thing left for you to do, and that’s to just give in and let me have you. All of your struggles… pain… frustration… it’ll all go away, if you just say the words.” Her hands were on his neck, pressing down gently. “If you just become mine…”

    Nicholas eyes widened, his heart racing as he tried to gasp for air. “The...hell?!” He rasped, beginning to wonder if she was planning to strangle him. It was somewhat of an awakening call. This was the trial. He had come here to claim the power of lust. To fulfill the promise he’d made so many years ago. He couldn’t allow his mind to be lead astray. And he couldn’t allow this wixen to keep him here. Even if it seemed pointless, he had to fight. “I-I don’t want that… let...go!” he pulled again at his restraints.

    “Why are you struggling ~? Just give into your desires, Nicholas. Isn’t that the only way you know how?” She was poking right at him, because perhaps she knew that he had realized. Perhaps she knew it all. But there was no telling. “I’m telling you to become mine, Nicholas. You won’t be good for anything else if this goes on. So just give up. Hey, give up ~” She grinned as she removed her hands from his neck, placing them on his cheek. “What’s the holdup? Give yourself up, Nicholas… don’t think about such unnecessary things, Nicholas… and then you can have me… this… all to yourself…”

    He shook his head. No matter how hard reality sometimes seemed, it wasn’t like he could see himself staying in this realm forever. He had people who cared for him. People he had to return to. And, he had a promise to keep. That was when he realized it. He blinked as he ceased his struggles, seeming to calm down considerably while frowning up at the girl.

    “Asmo, aren’t you meant to be appealing when you try to seduce someone? Because, you know, tying someone up like this and then half strangling them isn’t very…”

    The girl huffed in annoyance, getting up from her position on top of him. As she stood straight by the foot of the bed, she spoke. “You’re really boring, aren’t you? To think that not even this could waver you… well, that’s to be expected, with that father of yours…” As the scenery morphed, everything reflected in Nicholas’ eyes would start to change. Even the form of the girl in front of him. The room would begin to fade into something quite different. The emptiness would fill up with flowers and vibrant colors, turning into a perhaps familiar scenery. Her form would also gradually begin to change. Her petite body was replaced with a taller, more lean body, and the shades of her red hair as it blew in the imaginary wind changed from red to purple-ish pink.

    When Nick’s eyes were again focused, he was sitting on a chair in their usual place. An apologetic Lust was standing in front of him with just the slightest of smiles on his face. “Congratulations. You have passed the test of the sin of Lust.” A pause.


    Asmodeus looked at Nicholas - honestly, a boy that felt much like his little brother or maybe even his son… he wasn’t sure. But a boy that felt like family. And he had to put him through such a test. Something that was quite new had filled the demon - guilt. A sigh. “I… am very sorry to have put you through such hardships. I do trust you of my own volition, but it is a requirement. If you want to obtain my power, you have to face the Trial of Lust. I’m… truly sorry, Nicholas.” While Lust would have gladly given himself over to Nicholas, certain procedures had to be followed. Out of all of the sins, Lust was one of those who didn’t quite dislike the humans and the human world. He wouldn’t mind going there, even if he was sealed away.


    Nicholas remained silent, simply gazing at Asmodeus with an expression that said he was less than impressed. Then finally, after a while, he spoke.

    “Good lord, Asmo! I knew you were a pervert, I mean, you are Lust, but I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.” He paused for a moment, then he smiled. “I’m glad I passed. That means I can finally keep my promise about showing you the outside world.”

    “I-I’m not- I mean… N-Nicholas, saying such things!” Lust’s preferred name was Asmodeus - hence the nickname that Nicholas had given him. “I… I’m rusty, to be quite honest. I’ve spent most of my recent life in isolation. I didn’t… want to leave. But… I’m glad you can keep your promise too, Nicholas. I’d be glad to join you.”

    The smile that crossed Nicholas’ features was so genuine and heartfelt, he truly appeared delighted over having passed. He got up, holding out his hand to his dearest friend.

    “Shall we return, then?”

    “Yes… let’s.”

    Lust grasped Nicholas’ hand tightly as he felt an unfamiliar heaviness. There was something about this whole passing through worlds that had quite an impact on the body in the moment. Hopefully they could get out safely - Lust knew that they would.

    Just like that, the world around them turned blindingly white. And when Nicholas opened his eyes again, the first thing that met his eyes was a bleak hospital ceiling.

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