Louise had to chuckle at the strange compliment that Phil had given her, though her laughter suddenly turned startled. "Ah!" she yelped, pointing to a copy of her where Phil was just standing. "What the hell?!"

The totally Freaky Friday moment didn't last long, as it was promptly interrupted by the entire room shaking. If the ground could stay still for one minute, that'd be nice, she internally complained. She sight of a giant demonic looking door rising from the ground would have been enough to scare her, but then as the room filled with fog, but the sound of a demonic hiss and whisper had done it.

Louise had "eep"ed, her entire body freezing in place as she just stared at the large door.

"G-g-guys... this isn't.. uh.. this isn't normal. First we're all doing weird things, and then this opens. F-fuck man. I just can't fuck- I just can't do- I just can't do this."

Louise's gaze whipped over to Jake, who was honestly freaking out. She trudged up to her older friend, placing her hand on his shoulder; instead of doing this in comfort, Louise brought the back of her hand against Jake's face with a and audible echoing slap! sound. She only did it once, and had moved both of her hands on his shoulders and shook him only slightly. "Oh no you don't," she scolded, "you started this mess, so you're finishing it."

And with that, she'd pushed Jake in the direction of the gate before running in as well. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was all of a sudden feeling incredibly brav-

Falling again. Louise only barely landing on her feet, her arms flailing about as she tried to maintain her balance. And then, she was greeted by the sight of a terrifying demon. "Nope. Not brave at all," she corrected herself as she again froze in place, violently shaking in fear.

Thankfully, Jake had easily disposed of it before plainly asking, "Is.... this hell?"

Louise relaxed and started breathing again, but there was no way she felt any better. She was in Hell, she was going to die.

"Who the hell are you!?" she suddenly heard Isabel scream behind her, which had ripped her from her thought. Louise instantly whipped around to find the horror of the sight of Isabel having a full-blown panic attack. Louise rushed to her friend, clasping her by the shoulders while she squirmed about. "Issy, Issy look at me, what's going on?" she asked, worried about the welfare of her friend; this would be all too much for anyone.

Milo slowly turned around. "What are you all screaming about... I swear you people can't ha-...n..."
The first thing that he saw was Louise, who quickly devoured a bat. He recoiled in disgust as he attempted to comprehend what he had seen. He then slowly watched as Phil shape-shifted in front of his eyes.

"What the fuck!? Did I take fucken bath salts!?" He tried to stagger over to the others, but he felt dizzy.
"What the fuck did I take!?"

Panic began to set in as the others seemed to be dealing with their own problems. He suddenly felt the ring on his right hand tighten up. The smell of heat filled his nose as he looked around the cave. Milo felt more and more panicked as he attempted to rip the ring off. The ring slowly began to glow a low, dull gold. This gold turned into bright red as the ring heated up on his finger.

"NOT COOL!! GET THIS SHIT OFF!!"
The gold melted off of the ring, leaving only a black dark ring made of carbon. The gold burned and sheered away Milo's finger. The fumes filled the room with the smell of burning flesh. Milo screamed out in pain, and he began rolling around, not able to touch the molten metal. His consciousness began to fade under the incredible pain. With the sobriety of pain, he heard a voice speak to him calmly,
"It is for your greed that you shall be punished for your sins... All those you have corrupted and manipulated for personal gain shall burn in you forever...." It trailed off as the pain increased.

The gold crept up his hand and wrist, much more than was originally on the gold ring. The molten gold injected itself into Milo's skin. The dull glow could be seen tracing up his veins and arteries. His arm burned and melted, and the gold slowly hardening around his arm and hands, encasing it in a solid gold. Milo's eyes filled with tears, and he eventually passed out from the pain.
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"Is.... this hell?"

Milo's consciousness slowly came back to him. He looked up, only to see a massive demon snarling over him. The demon raised his massive arms in an attempt at crushing Milo. Milo, still dazed, could only raise his left arm, now completely plated in gold. The sudden pop of the demons bones as its arms collided with Milo's field was heard. The sound was quickly muffled out by Jake's killing spree.

Milo, now fully conscious, looked around, processing what he was seeing and hearing. A smile with a certain devilishness appeared on his face. The demon wailing in anger and pain attempted to kick Milo. The kick lifted him up and sent him flying over the others. The force was stopped by his field but was still strong enough to launch him.

"Shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT!!" He yelled as he tumbled in the air helplessly.

He laid nearly lifeless as his friends tried to bring him back from, whatever had happened to him. Even Isabel lifted him up and got him to his feet for only long enough before they fell once more, this time Sabastian landing even harder then when he fell the first time. But the others did not know what was going on, the others did not know the eternal struggle being fought within his own subconscious. A beast had been set loose. One of nothing but raw, unsurpassed, uncontrolled rage. It was angry, it wanted something. Something it had been wanting since Lucifer had taken power...Revenge.

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Wrath had made its way over to where the boy had entered. With a low growl it reeled back three massive right fists and slammed them against the wall with a thunderous crack. Dust and debris from the sealed entrance cracked and began to crumble apart. The beast roared once again, reeling back for a second blow.

'CRACK! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK' Another roar echoed through the chamber as the onslaught of Wrath bombarded his ancient temple of isolation. Then-

Freedooooommmm... The demon of wrath's flame filled sockets glistened with satisfaction as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel, the light that lead back to Sabastian's conscious, the light to the living. Placing all six arms within the crevice that had been created by raw emotion, its muscles flexed as the crevice crumbled into a full opening. A large hallway, old and decrepit were polite to say the least, the only source of light being that which would bring Wrath back into the world. His steps rumbled the ground, each one dropping small debris and dust from above.

"I am anger, I am fury, I am rage...I am...Wrath" And with that he roared, louder than ever before, his freedom was sealed, thanks to a wretched mortal child and his God given free will. This simple trip would turn into an adventure for the ages, that is, if Sabastian could survive it.

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Outside of Sebastian's tormented mind a battle had begun. His friends had began to fight off what was only the tip of the hellish iceberg they were about to descend into. As Jake fought, some of the others had begun to join in. Milo, one of his dearest friends had begun to take on a transformation of sorts, screaming in pain from the burning sensation.

I-I need to help them..Wha-What's going on!? I gotto get up...Get up....Get up...GET UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"

Then, nearly loud enough for the entire underworld to hear, a roar like nothing ever heard before sprung out of Sebastian's mouth as he arched his back upward subconsciously, his eyes shot open, flaming crimson sclera engulfed his eyes as unnatural veins made themselves known around his temple down to his neck. Suddenly, fire sprung out of the amulet and shot to the ground and when they hit they spread with almost sentient intent. A symbol forming on the ground underneath the white-haired boy. His body began to rise in an unnatural way. his feet remained planted as the rest of him rose up. This soon was accompanied by four audible cracks as his jacket tightened around the front of his body. The back of the jack had something moving underneath, threatening to pierce through the fabric.

Riiiip

And so it did, four other arms shot out of the back, ripping the red jacket. Sebastian's body began to form glowing red indents, lines attached to circles that were embellished with latin. If their one friend could read it, it summarized up to one thing and one thing only. Wrath. He fell forward into a kneeled position, roaring with a voice and tone that not even animals could achieve. Flames ignited from the ground as pure anger, hatred, rage filled the air. Some of the charging demons stopped and hesitated as the now possessed Sebastian slammed all six fists onto the ground, caving in the earth immediately in front of him, sending cracks all around him as large chunks of ground shot up into the area and pieces of earth turned upward, recreating the landscape in front of them. Slamming the ground again he slowly stood. A off-setting smile of satisfaction etched onto his face as he looked toward the horde of the damned with excitement...And then towards his friends.



He turned back to the horde and his smile of satisfaction disappeared expeditiously as it was replaced with rage. He roared once more before he ran 10 feet and lept high, HIGH into the air. Fists balled he came down with tremendous force. The demons in his direct vicinity were turned to ash from the explosive force as he landed. Others were hit with debris and turned to a pink mist from their fallen comrades' body parts while those on the outside were sent flying.

"GET HIM! GET ANIMO-" Before it could even finish its command, six inhumanly strong hands gripped it. Two gripped the face, two on the arms and two on the torso. Its body caved in like putty as Sebastian pulled with a sickening squelch the demon was torn to bits, splattering against its demonic ally's face. Taking the remaining lower torso, he heaved it up like a war club and brought it down upon another's head, sending said head just below its shoulders, its cry of pain silenced by the gurgling of blood. Then a second blast of fire, the heat could be felt back with his friends. He continued his onslaught, Wrath's roar echoing through the forsaken place.

LUCIFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
LUCIFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Things went wrong very...very fast. As the noose tightened and the otherworldly sensation flooded through him, Alex was keenly aware of the commotion happening among his friends. It seemed as if he were observing them each at the same time, collaborating their experiences into a more wholistic view. Louise had eaten a bat, Phil morphed into Louise, each of these things happening in disjointed but rapid succession. Seb was down for the count, Milo's ring had seared into his flesh whilst Jake and Izzy seemed transfixed by their objects. Seven of them, Seven objects seemingly suited to them. What was he missing? The answer hung just out of his mental reach, the situation clouding his mind. Someone's quick aren't they? So close. Though the words came from within his mind, they were most certainly not his. The presence seemed to smirk from within his subconscious, amused by his attempts to find order in the chaos around them. I don't remember letting you in, whoever you are, not the strongest retort but it was all he had. What he did have however, was will. He fought the smokey tendrils of the presence within him, keeping it contained with only minimal success.

Now now, play nice.. You're going to need me in a moment. Alexander didn't have time to retort before the the door started to crack open, the room quaking around them. Eyes flicking around the room, he realized there was no other option than the doorway before them and even that didn't look promising. Within a moment he had flipped through every physics research paper he could think of and came up with nothing to explain it, again to the amusement of the voice. Do you really have time for this?. Considering the state of the room they were in, alex decided he didn't, in fact, have the time. Sparing only a second to make sure the rest went through the door, he hurled himself through. The world fell away from him in an instant, sense of direction lost.

*Smack*

For a moment Alex lay on the ground breathing dust and heat. Everything immediately felt...wrong and after lifting his head to survey their surrounding, his assumptions were immediately confirmed. "Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore..", the words breathed from him. Before them lay a wasteland of ash and a writhing sea of monsters. They seemed endless and even from a distance, hungry. He barely had the thought through his head before he was up on his feet, meticulously dusting off his far too expensive clothes. It was as if he moved at a blur. Now isn't that a nice trick?. Abilities? Superhuman abilities?

"Is this hell..?" Alex glanced up in time to see Jake..well.. go ape. He was tearing through the demons like nothing in his own world could have. The others, his eyes snapped around taking note of his friends. Izzy lay sprawled on the ground, screaming to a voice he hadn't heard. Perhaps they all had their own voice? Surely connected to the artifacts? Demons Alexander, don't forget the demons. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his head, focusing on the task at hand. Even with Jake rampaging through the demons like paper, they were still two down. There was nothing he could think of to help Seb for the moment but perhaps he could help Louise bring Izzy back to...could he even call this reality? Problem was, there were more than a couple of the beasts between himself and the girls.

Allow me to just... A path plotted out before him, etheral and entirely made from within his mind. With a moment he had calculated a route through the demons, depicting which had to be taken out and which could be avoided. He watched the whole scene play out based on probability within a fraction of a second. With no time for questions, for they could come later if they lived, Alexander slid the curved knife he carried for protection from it's secret place running horizontally behind him in his belt. The blade slid perfectly into a reverse position in Alex's left hand, it's every dimension tailored to fit him. The world slowed around him as he took his first steps, or rather, he sped up. Following the predicted map in his mind, Alex dodged and weaved a few of the demons, each time he did, the blade flashed out like a silver blur. Demons paused each with barely a cut forming on them. The cuts appeared across the backs of knees and the backs of necks, leaving demons paralyzed and frothing in anger. Within the space of a second Alex was kneeling before Izzy and Eloise, the monsters hitting the ground a moment after and his blade slide back in its home.

"Isabel, Listen to me", he allowed a touch of his previous life's attention commanding tone, aided by a touch of Pride itself. He lifted Izzy's, eyes meeting hers, with a couple fingers. "Iz, Need you with us now", He wasn't much for nicknames but they helped in stressful situations. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, so as to act as a grounding point in the chaotic situation he spoke to Louise in a forced calm, "We need to find somewhere safe. If she won't move, I'll carry her.". Something piked up in the back of his mind, reminding him of Louise's apparently ability to consume. "Those creatures look appetising don't you think?", he was betting on assumptions made about her new condition but it seemed reasonable that if she could eat a bat whole, she could put a dent in the demons. Considering how many of the monsters there were, Alex didn't particularly want to hang around. With another quick glance about he decided on the nearest high place, a series of boulders stacked and carved what must have been eons ago, forming a pillar.

Again the map formed before his eyes as he scooped Isabel up in his arms, trusting Louise to keep their backs clear and protect herself for the moment. "Don't you dare ruin this Vest", he chided the limp Izzy in his arms before vaulting ahead. The world around them slowed as he blurred between the monsters before they could so much as react. As he ducked and weaved, a shockwave from Seb's new onslaught hit him, sending him sprawling over the top of a demon. He managed to keep ahold of Isabel through reaction along but had to re adjust his course. Not to mentioned he was pretty sure the mishap had cost him a tear in his favourite pants. Reaching close to the pillar, he kicked off the back of one of the frothing monstrouseties to launch them both up towards the top. Why do I always get the Chauvernists, this would be easier without the extra weight you know.. Not that this isn't easy, again he forced the voice into the back of his mind before he landed in a crouch atop the pillar. The voice would have to be dealt with but for now, surviving would do. "Izzy, are you with me?", the question escaped him as he looked down to the poor girl. Today was not a good day.

"Izzy, Izzy look at me, what's going on?"

Isabel felt Louise shaking her, she heard the worry in her friend's voice. But it was so blurry, it was so distant. And then Isabel felt blackness. She saw and heard nothing. She came into nothing.

Such a powerful body... Such talents... Yet such a weak flame...
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Isabel looked around wildly. She was standing now, but surrounded in blackness. She stood upon nothing, yet felt a great weight upon her, pushing her down.

"Who... Who is this?" she cried into the void - answered only by her own echo. She started walking around, her arms extended, feeling around for a wall, a door, anything palpable. Then she started running - the fear was setting in. She was scared of the dark. Scared of the unknown. Scared of being all alone. It was her worst nightmare, coming to haunt her, but she felt totally awake. She kept running, waving her arms back and forth, panting as the emotion set in.

Come forth, child... Isabel tripped over her feet, fell head first into nothingness. But she didn't land; she kept falling downward. Then, suddenly, she was upright. But this time, in a room. It was dark, but she could make out the light gray walls, distant, and littered with indistinct shadows. She looked around for a light source - she needed more light, and she needed it now.

I can't co-host with a small flame. You will learn; you will overcome. Then... I will devour you. The voice got clearer this time. It had pitch, it had tonality. It was a woman's voice, seductive, almost trance-like. Isabel looked around the room wildly, searching for the source.

She heard whispers. Evil, vile, twisted, shrill whispers. To her left, no, her right - they came at her from every direction, yet from nowhere, all at once.

Please, make it stop... she spoke, but it came from everywhere, her voice not from her lips, but from the air around her.

You're already learning... Gooood. There was almost a pleasure in the woman's voice. Isabel felt weak, her knees started to shake from the fear and...

Lust...? So many questions appeared in her mind, blasting through the air with anger and frustration, and then, after a pounding in her eardrums that seemed to last for an eternity, there it was. She questioned it again, but there was no anger. No frustration. No, she felt something new. Something... Insatiable.

Yesssss, child... I already feel your flame grow...
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Isabel blinked. She stopped shaking, and her arms loosened. All of the tenseness in her body eased, and she felt numb all over. The tears that fed the streams on her face had dried. There was a visible change as the color came back to Isabel's eyes, further evidence that she was, indeed, awake.

It took her a moment to realize where she was. She had a brief glance around, recognizing her safety from the situation that still exploded with chaos below. In front of her was Alexander, surprisingly attractive with how tattered and rough he appeared. They were both covered in a thin layer of red dust, and Isabel felt incredibly warm.

"Izzy, are you with me?" Alexander's voice was quick and exhausted, with just a hint of real worry hidden in between. It took her a moment before what he said even registered in Isabel's mind, but she had no real answer for him.

"Tell me this is a dream." The simplicity in her words, the way she formed them, how they escaped her lips - it almost made Isabel smile. The words themselves cracked as they left her mouth, almost a bit of pain in how they climbed up her throat. But she felt more clear-headed now than she had this entire evening. It was almost as if she never panicked at all. No, she felt almost at ease with her surroundings.

The red sky pierced with lightning and a booming rushed throughout the cavern they were all in, the screams of demented creatures ringing throughout the air. Isabel looked down at the madness, witnessing great destruction everywhere. Jake continued brawling the foul creatures as they swarmed him like vermin, somehow able to take on multiple at once. She glanced a bit further, seeing what looked to be Milo far in the distance, a large hole in a wall above him. Did he make that hole? Isabel continued to witness an incalculable amount of destruction from beneath them, seeing Louise... What happened with her? The demons would approach her and then, in almost an instant, they vanished? It was too far to really tell what was happening. A great rumbling, like a shout, was heard as well. Isabel traced it to a great mass of demon's and... Good God, was that Sebastian!?

Suddenly there was a rush from below her stomach. It flew all across her body, filling her with dread. Her bright green eyes started to fill with tears again. She remembered all the madness in her mind. She looked back at Alexander, trying to keep the fear at bay.

"She keeps telling me all these cruel things... I can't keep listening to her... Please tell me this isn't real, Alex!" Isabel couldn't keep the tears back any longer, and they started streaming down her face again.

"She keeps telling me I'm perfect... I'm such a little flame... She keeps using me..." Isabel said it all through sobs, her whole body shaking again. "Please don't let me fall asleep, Alex... I don't want to go back there!"

But there it was, back again. This time louder than ever.

You're so precious. I'll leave you be... But soon... You'll face me again.

Alone.

Jake continued fighting. Ramming into demons. Bludgeoning. Using his head, he rammed another one off of the ledge. His gauntlets began to burn. Bad. Searing pain. Most oddly, they turned black. Red liquid could be seen flowing through some cracks in them. And then they began to cover his body. Turning into some sort of armor. A black, obsidian-like stone began to cover him from head to toe. It finally finished.
He noticed his friends fighting. The transformation of Sabastian was terrifying, he didn't seem himself. Everybody yelling, fighting, and the commotion took him off of that and pointed his direction towards the horde.



Slowly, he faded out of consciousness. His body was fighting but his soul was elsewhere.

"Acedia. You have made a terrible mistake. Thank you," A voice said as Jake heard a guttural laugh. He was in a dark room with nothing else. His body wasn't there, but he could see everything inside of it. "I am the protector. I am the general. I am the one who was made to keep the others at bay. We've been IMPRISONED. SHACKLED. MOCKED." it continued, "Lucifer believes that he can forget about us. Pretend that we don't exist. Sending comrades to Earth. We are nothing. This is a new beginning. You are the victim. I am Sloth." The voice sent chills down his spine. "Sloth? W-who are you? WHO ARE YOU!?" he said as he regained consciousness. In his new suit of armor, he'd easily destroyed several more while listening to Sloth. Sloth. What an interesting name. And who's acedia? Obviously not me, Jake thought to himself. Just then, the doors at the huge structure in the front began to open. They extended to the top and were made out of stone. A large beast stepped out. It was the height of the building itself. With every step it took the ground shook. More demons began pouring out.




He fought. People were still crying, transforming, and yelling. The beast let out a mighty roar.

It took a step forward.

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Even with Alexander's assistance, Louise was proven unable to pull Isabel from her panic attack. "We need to find somewhere safe. If she won't move, I'll carry her," Alexander spoke in an oddly cool demeanour - They were thrown into the middle of the Black Friday of Hell, and Alexander was calm?! Louise supposed she could admire him for that, at least - No matter what, Alexander was always the cool and collected one; although she found him intimidating, she did have to admit, Alexander always was kind of like an emotional anchor.

"Those creatures look appetising don't you think?" he finished, snapping Louise back to attention; her face fell into a look of disgust, thinking that he was giving her shit for the bat incident. Louise averted her gaze from Isabel, only so she could scold the man for teasing her. "I don't know what you're talking abou-" Louise started off good, but had inadvertintely trailed off, as upon setting eye on a demon to the rear of the trio, that intense feeling of hunger came to the girl again.

Oh hell no, she internally screamed at herself, don't you even think about i-. Louise's body ignored her thoughts, and it was as if her fight or flight response had kicked in - though in such a situation, it would have been understood, but not in the way her body handled it; much like a frog, she'd shifted from her crouch and launched herself in the direction of the nearest demon, mouth wide.

The demon swung at her, managing to knock the insatiably hungry girl back by striking her with his arm. Louise was sent sprawling onto the floor a few feet away from both the demon and her two friends; as she lifted her head, she watched at the creature shifted it's attention from her and back to Isabel and Alexander, slowly beginning to trudge it's way over to them.

"Oh no you don't!" she called at it's back as she lifted herself to her feet again. And again, the young woman crouched as if she was about to break out into a sprint, but instead, Louise had launched herself into the air again. The young woman came down onto the creature, her body haven increased to twice it's size, and quite comically, her entire mouth stretched around the demon until she realised that her lips had touched the dirt.

Louise followed after Alexander and Isabel, bouncing from demon to demon in the same fashion where she had swallowed the first. If the fact that they could possibly die wasn't hanging in the air, Louise supposed that her actions may have looked quite comical. Louise reached the pillar after the duo, and stood at the bottom as she doubted that she could jump that high.

An incredibly mighty roar shook the ground, much like Sebastian had been prior - honestly, if it weren't for the road, Louise may have simply assumed that it was still him. Louise turned, and her eyes locked onto the creature that stood at 200ft tall. And it made her wonder: if she's grown twice her size already, just how tall could she get? With a foot on the ground and another resting against the pillar, Louise lunged herself back into the air in the direction of the beast.

The ground shook with a gargantuan force, knocking all off their feet, as for when Louise had landed in front of the creature, she was easily twice it's height. "Okay, what the hell?" she yelped, her voice deep and mighty from her sheer size. Well, at least she wasn't wearing a skirt - that would have been the largest panty shot in all of history.

Louise crouched, lifting the 200ft beast in one hand. "You're the big bad wolf?" she asked rhetorically, tipping and turning the creature around much like a curious child. She shook the creature, enjoying her catch for a moment before finally popping the now-tiny-to-her creature into her mouth. "That wasn't so hard," she remarked as she dusted off her hands.

Unfortunately, she didn't realise that due to her sheer size, each time her hands clapped together, the sound was thunderous. Louise caught herself, turning to the group with her face flushed. "Oops, sorry," she apologised before making her way back to her two friends now stranded utop the pillar. She layed her palm out to them, resting her fingertips against the edge of the pillar; it as if she were acting as a giant elevator platform. "Come on, I'll let you down."

"She keeps telling me all these cruel things... I can't keep listening to her... Please tell me this isn't real, Alex!"

"She keeps telling me I'm perfect... I'm such a little flame... She keeps using me..."

"Please don't let me fall asleep, Alex... I don't want to go back there!"

Alexander took a slow breath, allowing the ashen air to fill his lungs before a steady exhale. Steadied by the breath, he looked back to Isabel. She?, yet another voice. He was more than willing to bet that each of them were experiencing some voice in their head. And considering those voices appeared at the time of the artifacts, they had to be linked. Gazing out over the carnage that the others wrought amongst the demon masses, Alex's brow furrowed. Seven artifacts, seven voices... Almost there..What are we? This landscape, the demons.. This must be hell. "The sins." The breath whispered from him as he watched Seb's wrath induced transformation into destruction, following in the devastation of Jake. Even Phil went insane, finally able to unleash a rampage of nerd induced angst upon their foes. "Isabel, You're not going to fall asleep. You own the voice, it obviously needs you to exist, don't forget that", He kept his voice level as he watched Louise become a towering monster of gluttonous indulgence. Although he was pleased that his assumptions were correct, it wasn't any more pleasant to watch and for the moment he turned Isabel's head towards his chest and away from it. Better she work herself out for a moment before having to deal with the others.

"Come on, I'll let you down."

Louise held out her colossal hand, allowing Alexander with Isabel in arms, to walk aboard. From his vantage point, he watched as the others tore the numbers of the horde down to a spattering and it was clear it would soon be over. But what of his friends? Seb especially looked as if he would never stop. He had to bring his friends back together, they needed to sort through this. If they had embodied the sins, things were only going to get more difficult from here. Alex had to withhold himself from trying to straighten the creases in his vest that carrying Isabel had caused lest he drop her completely. You will help me until things are settled, and then we will discus., he forced the words forming in his mind to be authoritative but if they shook the presence deep in his subconscious, it didn't show it. You will certainly be interesting came the the self assured reply as he was granted a spike of power. It etched violet flecks around his iris, the veins of his face and neck tinting with the same coloured energy before his voice came out as a commanding boom. The sound carried far enough for even the enraged Seb to hear whilst retaining a spoken tone.

"It's done. They've been destroyed; Sebastion, Jake, Phil. Be calm, steady. Come back.". He allowed the words to reverberate through the remnants of the fight, keeping them steady as a grounding point to bring the others back. They needed to regroup, who knows what changes the others had within their psyche and beyond their superhuman abilities. They needed a way out of this. He glanced up to Louise, still standing in her palm. "Full, Kirby?", despite the situation he simply couldn't help the remark, the corner of his mouse twisting just slightly into a smirk.

"FUCK YEAH! EAT SHIT DEMON BASTARDS! FUCK YOU! AND YOU! THAT'S THE LAST TIME YOU'LL EVER ALMOST KILL ME, MY FRIENDS, OR ANY OTHER DAMNED LIVING THING!" He yelled into basically nothing. The demons were gone. He broke a bone in half and through it on the ground. He just watched Louise devour the large one. But the adrenaline still ran. The armor began to warm up. It then got a bit hotter. Hotter.. HOT. It retracted quickly back into two gauntlets and then cooled down. The air was hot. Almost too hot. The smell of smoke ran through the air.

"Come on, I'll let you down." Louise said to the people on the pillar. Jake, using his strength, climbed the pillar. He looked at Izzy. "Izzy? You ok?" He asked, worried. "Who else is injured?" He wondered to Alexander. He looked out off the land. There was just a large, dark pit with certain patches of lava below where they were right now. He ran up Louise's arm and almost hit her head. His momentum is difficult to control. On her shoulder, he got a wider view of the land. In the direction of the strange structure, it almost looked like a labyrinth without the puzzle-ey part. It was larger on the other side of it and there was no roof. Instead many rooms interconnected.

"We.." Jake breathed heavily after fighting "We need to figure out what's happening..regroup!" He called out to everyone from his high viewpoint. "I think we're going to be staying here for quite a while." After what just happened, Jake didn't know if anything could surprise or shock him ever again. He felt brave and looked it, too, but still, he had a bad feeling about this land.

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"Isabel, you're not going to fall asleep. You own the voice, it obviously needs you to exist - don't forget that," Alexander's voice broke the silence in Isabel's mind, pulling her from the shock of hearing the voice again. She nodded to him, feeling the reassurance in his voice comforting her worry. She felt the heat in the air cool, she listened as the chaos below calmed into just a low roar, an ambience loomed across the valley of fire and rock beneath their height. She felt her head being turned, softly into Alexander's chest, and she gripped on tight to him and he started moving her forward.

"Come on, I'll let you down." Louise's voice was comforting to Isabel's ears, but she felt too weak to turn and face her friend. She cleared her mind, kept her eyes fixed on Alexander's dusted and wrinkled vest, and listened to her companions speak.

"It's done. They've been destroyed." Maybe it was Isabel's head placed upon Alexander's chest that made his voice seem louder than normal, but she thought she heard it echo across the valley. It was only another moment before she heard Jake's familiar voice directly next to her.

"Izzy? You okay?" The worried tone in Jake's voice alerted her enough to lift her face to his. She nodded slightly, still weak from before.

"Who else is injured?" He then asked aloud to Alex. Before Alex could respond, a thought rushed past Isabel's mind and out of her mouth.

"M-... Milo was hurt, bad... I think..." she couldn't make her voice any louder than the booming that continued throughout the skies, but she was certain that Jake had heard her. He left her vision quickly, and then his voice came from above.

"We... We need to figure out what's happening... Regroup!" Jake's voice boomed outward, echoing the same way Alexander's had. Isabel felt a breeze move across her face, her hair blowing in front of her eyes. She placed her head back upon Alexander's chest, more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. Her whole body was sore, especially her left hand. She blinked, lifting her left arm up, and stared into her palm. Each finger looked bent, twisted - the equivalent of each joint being popped from each socket. She then tried to wiggle each finger, but to no avail. She couldn't think about that, though. Not now, not after what had just happened in her head.

Her mind wandered quickly, however. She thought back to the party she had met everyone at, so distant now, she didn't even remember what it was for. All she knew was that Jake, the only person she was familiar with, having gone to High School together, had invited her. She was a skeptic at the time, not one to go out to social gatherings herself. But for some odd reason, she felt compelled to show up. She remembered Jake's happy-go-lucky attitude when he saw her, glad she had shown up, and ushered her over to where the other members of the group were. She really couldn't help but snicker when she saw them all - a merry band of misfits, if one could call it that. A large, rather uncomfortable looking nerd talking about some new game with what looked to be a stoner who didn't even know where he was; An athletic, white-haired boy trying to start up conversation with another boy who was tall and handsome, but he seemed to have no interest in the discussion, and sitting by herself by a light was the only other girl, a real bookworm, her nose deep in the crevice of a journal of sorts.

But then her mind drifted back to the present. Her worst dream, coming true in her very brain. The voice of a woman, devilish in sorts, full of a primitive and wild animosity, sinful with lust. Isabel felt the destruction in her mind, and curled up more, feeling tense again. Her left hand was burning - the immense suffering she felt along her fingers and wrist brought tears back to her eyes. A horrific numbness followed quickly, making her wonder if she had just lost all feeling in her hand. Then, suddenly, the pain in her hand went away. She kept thinking this time about looking back at it, but the pain was so immense that it tore at her energy and made her almost too exhausted to move her lips.

Isabel looked up from Alexander's vest one more time before noticing the wind ceasing to move through her hair, the stillness in the air symbolizing they had stopped moving.

"C... Can I be set down, now?" Isabel asked as politely as she could, but no matter how she tried to sound, the most evident sound in her words was her exhaustion. Alex leaned over and gently let Isabel down, her back up against a rock. There was almost a softness to what should have been a jagged surface, and she felt as if she had sunken into the ground a bit, like a warm mattress beneath her broken body. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and for once this whole night, she was almost comfortable. It only took an instant, and despite the noise that still rumbled through the air, Isabel fell asleep, but her dreams were not flooded with fear. No, she felt even too tired to dream. But she felt like she didn't have to worry about the woman in her mind, and she slumbered with ease in her mind.

Despite the retreating demons, Wrath raged on, decimating anything that moved in his path. Not even once did he acknowledge that his friends had regrouped and were calling to him. In fact, he had taken one of the retreating demons by the arm and leg, heaved them over his head and threw it with nearly the speed of a bullet, right past Louise's face. He could hear voices calling out to him and possibly the rest but only two that he heard mattered and with that he smirked. Wrath stopped where he was, nearly two football fields away from the group and slowly turned. His turn, was off...It held a predator feel to it, like a purpose. Then wrath's anger was shot towards the group, as he was pointing the barrel of vengeance towards them. Like a tsunami, it hit them, bearing down with crushing weight, but specifically pointed at Pride and Sloth, especially Sloth.

"Tell me mortal, what are the names of your friends.." Sebastian, despite the pain responded with venom in his answer.

"Ahhhh! FUCK YOU! I'd ever tell yo-"

"It matters not...The one called Jake will be snuff from the world anyway." It interjected.

GULAAAAA! UBI AUTEM EST ACEDIAAAA!!!
GULAAAA! UBI AUTEM EST ACEDIAAAAA!!!

Seb roared, Wrath's voice mixed in with his own. But wrath knew where he was. He could see him, on her shoulder. The anger built up again. But it was different this time. It held much more behind it. Something that only Sloth would understand. There was a second roar, but not from their possessed white haired friend. The lines on his body burned brightly as smoke rolled off of his skin. Soon the brightly burning lines sparked into flames, white flames that burned another 5 feet above him. Seb's mouth seemed to tear on either side as his bicuspids melted into molten, smoking canines. Four horns of smoke and fire made its appearance. With each step forward, the ground behind him was glassed by his footsteps, his jacket was destroyed and all of the markings could now be seen. He slammed his fists together, each one causing a cavitation in his own hands that sent the concussive forces towards the group.

Sebastian was definitely not there.

ACEDIA! EORUM CAUSA DOLOREM! RELINQUIMUS ARBITRIO EIUS!
ACEDIA! EORUM CAUSA DOLOREM! RELINQUIMUS ARBITRIO EIUS!

Latin rolled off his tongue with such coherency and fluency that it sounded as if it was his first language. Wrath did not wait for an answer as he charged forward, even faster than before and leapt up towards the group like a fiery bullet. Three heavy rights ready to strike at Jake, who currently, Seb could see as Sloth, or at least Wrath could. Inside of his subconscious, inside of wrath's abysmal fiery stomach, he could only sit there and watch this unfol-


"No...I cannot let him do this...Those are my friends. I can't let him destroy them." He thought through the pain and burning agony.

"Back off of them! Or I swear to God-" He shouted through the pain.

"There is Nothing you can do to stop this. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Acedia had this coming. He is the reason I was bound and sealed away. He will pay for his betrayal." Sebastian couldn't stay in there. Not like this. He was not about to go down like this. And so he had a choice. Either stay in the bowels of the rage-filled sin or fightback and attempt to escape. He made his choice...

He began to fight back. But on the outside, Wrath still remained dominate of Seb's body. Now the real fight began.

Louise flinched for a moment but he grabbed on. He needed to alert the others. He stood on Louise's shoulder, watching the land. This wasn't home. This wasn't earth. Jake wasn't sure if this was even the universe as we know it. The crackling of fire ran through the air. Sebastian bounded around as some sort of beast. This began to stop bothering him. Was he going to die here? And if he doesn't, will he even find a way home? Doubtful. "We need to consider what's happened. I mean, this is beyond our understanding. What's the next plan? Does anybody have ideas?" He said it rather loudly. He wasn't yelling, but most people were quite a ways away. Two being on Louise's hand, one looking over the demon remains, another one standing over the battlegrounds, and one on a rampage, and the other standing around. Although his voice was quiet to most of them, he was pretty much understood. "Does anybody have any ideas on what's happened? Like, we just need to plan." he continued, "We just need to figrue that out and somebody, just, calm Seb down." He finished. Just then, he was hit with a horrible migraine. Pain rushed all throughout his head. His muscles froze up and tensed, leaving him in place. His vision began to darken.



"Sloth. You've survived this long. I'm not here to congratulate you, nor thank you. We aren't colleagues. I'm benefiting and you're dying. I can't tell you anything. I must warn you, though. Things.. lie ahead..."



His vision came back to normal. He begain to move again. He sat down, looking over everybody, and waiting for a response.

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"Full, Kirby?" Alexander teased, and the giant woman couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"Fuck off," she laughed.

The feeling of Jake running up her arm sent a shiver right up Louise's spine - it felt like a spider had just scampered up her arm. He stopped on her shoulder, looking out on the land. He only just got a snippet of what Louise could see at her size. "We need to figure out what's happening..regroup!" Jake suddenly shouted right in her ear, causing her to yelp and flinch which sent Jake flying. Louise, trying her best to keep her hand platform straight, scrambled to catch Jake before he fell at least 350 feet to his death. She did catch him, letting out a sigh of relief as she did. "Sorry, Jake, just... Don't do that again."

"Come on, let's get somewhere safer," she announced, turning to the direction in which they had come and retreated back. They were in the middle of Hell, the area closest to where they came in would surely be the safest place. Louise slowly shrunk down, letting everyone down to the ground as soon as she struggled to hold them.

"We need to consider what's happened. I mean, this is beyond our understanding. What's the next plan? Does anybody have ideas?"

Louise glared over at Jake. "What's happened? What's happened?! You dragged us here got us into this mess!" she snapped. Although she herself wanted to punch Jake, the sight of Sebastian charging full speed at him still threw Louise back into protective-action; "Sebastian, no!" she exclaimed, as she ran toward him.

Louise threw herself between the two men, doubling her size, and took the full force of the triple punch and knocking Sebastian to the ground - an unstoppable force had met an immovable object. But by god it hurt; Louise clutched her diaphragm, wheezing as she collapsed to the ground at her regular size. Louise rolled onto her side, curled up in the fetal position and panting hard. "Ow..." she groaned.

"Does anybody have any ideas on what's happened? Like, we just need to plan."

Louise shakily raised a hand, a finger extended. "Can we start with my funeral?" she gasped out, writhing in pain.

[A/N: Any mistakes please let me know and I'll edit them accordingly]

Three fists slammed into...Louise? Her larger body absorbed the brunt of the impact, causing her to shift back out of her form, doubled-over in pain while Sebastian, currently possessed by Wrath, was thrown back a few feet before coming down to a tumbling roll away from them. It took him a minute or so before he stood back up again.

Gula! Remove yourself from this now! This matter does not discuss you...It is between Acedia and myself...
Gula! Remove yourself from this now! This matter does not discuss you...It is between Acedia and myself...

As he approached, he shot Louise a dark menacing glare. He was in no mood to joke around. As he approached he grabbed the crippled Lousie by the leg and threw her away, considering she was in too much pain to move.

He raised a single fist, burning bright as the daylight sun and cocked back. Had wrath been in his true form, the following hit would have done nothing but hurt. However, he was, as the rest of them, trapped with a human and with it came a price. Death was not just a mere word now, it was a serious and possible outcome for those sins, and wrath was about to murder Sloth until-

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" His fist stopped only a single inch away from his face before the demon reeled back in pain from the...Golden chains?

Above Jake, Wrath had been bond by golden chains, chains that seemed to be causing him pain. Cursing allowed, Wrath glared upward and muttered an audible and venomous "Youuuuu" to a gold and white ball of energy, before it shot downward and into Sebastian and then, he froze. It looked as if he was frozen in time. It would last for a bit before Sebastian glowed white. His light growing brighter and brighter before exploding outward in holy rays of light, the orb from earlier shot out of Sebastians back like a cannon, the recoil sending Sebastian to the ground, unconscious for a moment before his eyes fluttered back open.

Ugh...My fucking head...

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Feh... About time we had some action. The enticing voice grasped into the air, it's vibrations carressing the thin black veil that hung over the space. The source of the beautiful words lied across a thin silken sheet, it's curvatious skin gracing along the woven cloth, and was placed upon a dark throne made of down. Truly, one of the most comfortable and arousing rooms, with incence burning and an aroma that bled into the nose with a fierce seduction.

Lust may be imprisoned along with her six comrades, but Lucifer wasn't one to disappoint. It didn't take much for her to convince the Lord of Hell to allow a bit of comfort for her cell, at least until this eternity was over. Considering the circumstances now, however, she felt the most pleasure she had experienced in millenia. And for the origin of pleasure, that really meant something.

Here, yes, she was trapped. Her own little plane of existence, a dense void of blackness, with a few rooms with palpable objects inside. For centuries, she walked, growing increasingly bored with her surroundings, but hey - a promise is a promise, and Lucifer was not one to disappoint. He had said he was going to give her luxury, but she had to search for it here. At least, she had thought at the time, he had gotten his money's worth of her wandering. Finally, she found the Rooms - the break in the Void that revealed several dense clusters of light that each contained specific settings. Her own, a mansion-sized bedroom, beyond the likes of which no mortal could even fathom, kept her 'physical' body in serene comfort at all times. But there were other rooms.

Some rooms meant for pleasure. Seductive hells, no man could survive the fantasies that played out within each room, be they sexual or otherwise. Each room could fulfill anyone's deepest desire, satiating them beyond any measure.

But some rooms... they were meant for pain.

No words could describe it. The immense horror. Meant to drive a lost soul to the brink of insanity - and leave it close enough to touch it. To take the worst imaginable suffering and inflict it on a wandering spirit, grasping it by the ankles and dragging it into darkness. Drowning it in bile, inflicting the physical trauma that a psychopath could never achieve. But psychological pain, that was her favorite. Watching the spirit falter, flicker, watch it as it's world begins to shake, and it reaches up to it's head and lets out a shrill scream. Flailing around as it continues to shriek for relief, to end it's own suffering. To watch as the wood bends, hearing the timber start to crack, and then it SNAPS.

All of these rooms, however, pain or pleasure, were meant for one thing only.

Lust.

She had read the prophetic verses. Lo and behold, her savior arrives - in the form of a small, albeit beautiful, young girl. The writings that spoke of seven outcasts, to bring this era of Hell to an end, and open the portal to a new chaos of fire that reigned below the mortal plane.

Already, they faught. It was such a gorgeous sight for her, to see her friends' captors break each others' bodies, watch as each one of them had their own souls begin to dim as the Sins began to gain their power. Wrath, of course, ran rampant - no doubt his mortal's soul was on the brink of going out. Gluttony's body had already been broken, yet it seemed quite resilient. Sloth seemed to remain oblivious to the situation with Wrath, not to Lust's surprise, though.

But then, Wrath stopped. He had clearly been hurt, and Lust couldn't help but be annoyed.

Honestly, no wonder we're still like this... A furious scowl spread across the other-wise flawless face, turning the seduction of appearance into the terror of expression, at its highest intensity.
It's almost embarrassing. She rose from her plushed throne, each gyration of each muscle accentuated with delicacy, emphasizing a dark beauty in her gait.
My work on her should be almost done by now, anyway, she thought. Maybe this hand will prove more efficient. A grimmace appeared on her lips, resonating pure evil, but still arousing a desire of the mind. It was a shame she had no one to show it to - she had had plenty of time to practice over the course of millenia.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any, considering the circumstances... Oh, it will be sooo good to have a body again♥!" The last of her now spoken phrase pierced the thick air, melting the cold expanse of nothing into a syrupy libido.