A Tenebris, Lucem
From Darkness, Light
There was an earsplittling clang as a jagged blade sunk into the dirt nearby. At her side, the Virtue named Chastity held a coiled, golden-white barbed whip and attached to her left arm was a brace that had a blade attached to the side that protruded to the side slightly. It made for the perfect space to catch a weapon, twist her arm, and force it from the user's hand. She had only arrived with her six brothers and sisters weeks ago, but she truly loved the heat of battle. The Virtues had a strict set of rules to follow, however - they could battle the demon's to their hearts content, but they could not deliberately fight a human without being attacked first. Her wrist's blade rang brightly as she grabbed the repulsive monster by the throat. She truly relished her opportunities to battle the vile cretins from Hell, which in part was almost a scary aspect of her... However, she was a very gentle soul when off the battlefield and she would never harm a mortal, even if she had been given a chance to. The Virtues were blessed with immortality - nothing could kill them, release their souls apart from the blades forged in hell and held only by the Sins. And if they were defeated in battle by a Sin, they would still have a place in the afterlife for peace, but another Virtue would be named in their place.
The Virtues' and Sins' strength was incredulous when compared to the beings which roamed these lands - matched only by some of the largeset demonic presences. Their speed was also an unfair upperhand on the mortals, as well as being gifted with flight. However, this was why the Virtues were given restrictions - even the most evil of humans could not be harmed unless they moved against the angelic entities physically.
The beast held at the throat by the angel, a wretched snarl coming from its lips, was thrown into a tree across the clearing. It was hooved and had fur all over its body - the fur was a midnight blue with red stains splattered all around. Chastity showed no signs of her resolve wavering as she pulled her whip from her side and let it uncoil to the ground. She said nothing - the woman was logical and pragmatic in her actions, and silence always spoke louder than words to her. She flicked it up in the air and gracefully brought it forward with a crack echoing into the woods. The beast let out a cry of agony as the holy weapon burned through its flesh, but the woman did not stop. Her movements flowed into an easy circle around her head and it came down again on the monster. Black liquid oozed from its wounds and visible smoke was rising forth as one final stroke met it, the barbs cutting deep and lodging as she pounced ahead. The blessed steel on the blade of her left arm was forced into the monster's temple and it seemed to disintegrate right before her, turning to ash as she was carried on the wind.
Today was almost a 'free day' for her - she had no specific mission, but she always found time for slaying. It gave her validation to hunt out here. Many of her brothers and sisters warned her that it was unsafe to go alone, but she insisted that she could handle it. She was not the best fighter among them, but she held almost as much passion for the fight as Diligence did. Her wrist twirled a little bit and the barbed whip coiled up by divine magic and was reattached to her hip, a small smile playing on her lips. Her battle equipment was a set of glowing scaled armour, a soft white shade as it draped over her softly. She wore the top over her clothing, but she also had a soft white skirt that flowed down over her thighs and greaves. She had pants beneath the greaves, but the skirt held a certain grace to it that she enjoyed twirling about in soft spins.
The Sins all had different wings, though they weren't unique to each one (more based solely on their personality), and by the love which Wrath showed to his one might mistake him for Vanity. The brilliant orange and red flames adorned his back, flowing in the shape of wings, resembling a phoenix which lacked wisdom and sought only power. He had a pair of kamas, hand-scythes, on his hips. They were made of a sharp, obsidian-like metal with red edges, forged in Hellfire. Purple leather adorned the handles for grip, and they had leather straps for his wrists. He stared at his reflection in the murky water, his wings stretched out, moving softly in and out as he admired them. He turned around and pulled them in at a half-folded position before crossing his arms. The forest here was rather swampy, the trees appearing somewhat dead, though some still had leaves, most of them weeping willows. Wrath's wings lit up the area beautifully... It was a wonder how he could possibly fly using them, but it was truly a wonderful aesthetic.
Of all of his own brothers and sisters, Wrath always felt a kinship with Lust... For some reason, it seemed that they shared something. Despite their contrasting genders, he found it rather ironic that they both sought after some strong desire to take - be it through sex or violence. Wrath loved destruction, he loved power, and he especially loved to feel that he had strength more than any other. He was the sentient embodiment of his weapons - the jagged hand-scythes, each equipped with two blades side-by-side.