A warm comforting light enveloped the demon of Greed, far different from the boiling hot darkness of hell. It was calming, almost euphoric, but was almost instantly replaced with dark unconsciousness. After that, a dreamless black dominated Greed for what felt like an eternity, before feeling returned - a cold sensation against his back. Greed slowly, and with great effort, managed to rouse himself to consciousness. At first, everything was strange - Greed had awoken to see he was in a completely foreign looking room, most likely human in origin, which had a chair and glass table directly in front of him. Some of the other sins had already awoken, and Envy decided to speak up first. Immediately following was Pride, who of course decided to claim the chair... Greed could barely even concentrate on what she said as he stared at the chair, a very comfortable looking objects that almost spoke out to him... Greed shook his head to clear the thought. He wasn't going to start a fight over a stupid chair - he was smart. Greed decided to wait for the others to stop caring, then he would snatch up the seat and take it to one of the rooms in this human domicile...

[color=7d3ca2]"Unless you're not bright enough to use that head of yours to understand what this entire thing means? But I suppose I wouldn't expect Envy to be smarter than the average mongrel, would I?"[/color]

An insult towards the other demons would normally cause Greed to grow very angry, but when the insults were escaping Pride's lips, he felt not even the smallest twinge of surprise or rage. Pride was always like this, nothing new. Instead, Greed decided to rise u-

...

Greed noticed his hand, completely barren of black fur, claws, and jewelry. Instead, it was a fair white, and was soft to the touch. Greed had assumed the worst, but Wrath's rantings and the appearance's of his companions was all the proof he needed. They were human now... 

Then again, Greed didn't really care that much. He wasn't very fond of his demonic form, and who knows, maybe the stupid humans will think he's just your average guy! Then he'd be able to make deals with more people than those that liked to make contracts with a goat man. Greed held out his hand and attempted to call a mirror from his innumerable treasures to check his face - but nothing came. Several more attempts were made, each becoming more frantic, until a cold sweat covered Greed's body. He could tell his powers were still there - he could feel them, and he felt the familiar pulling sensation that [i]Materialistic[/i] caused whenever he used it. Greed knew that he had at least one mirror in his treasury, which only meant one thing...

He had lost the fortune he spent thousands of years gathering. An incredible sense of sadness permeated his being, sucking the joy from his body like a black hole. All the weapons, all the slaves, all the shining things... gone. Greed was stuck in this stupor for several seconds, until he finally started registering that Wrath was yelling something loudly. Next thing Greed new, a table flew by his head, nearly slamming into the black object attached to the wall. It bent horribly, glass shattering everywhere and scattering across the floor. While shuddering from the impact, Greed heard the voice of Wrath scream out.

[color=c24641]"I don't care what form you take, or what form you force on me, I'll still grind all you miserable heaps of flesh into pulp and sinew where you stand!"[/color]

This impact seemed to awaken the few demons that were still asleep, and jolted Greed out of his stupor. He had little memory of his interaction with god, and decided that alerting his brethren to the fact that he didn't remember or the fact that he couldn't access his vault were both bad ideas. Additionally, they all seemed pretty hot-headed right now... Greed decided that stopping an argument when Wrath was angry and Pride was... well, in an argument with a person, was a bad idea. Instead, he chose to investigate the black screen in front of him. It was mounted to the wall, and had a sleekness that was very impressive to the demon who lost everything. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in hell, and had several buttons on the sides. Careful to avoid the glass lining the floor from the demonic tantrum happening behind him, Greed called out to the demons behind him, doing his best to keep his voice stable. The loss of his possesions caused him to be on the verge of tears.

[color=0054a6]"Not to be rude and interrupt you guys, but what the hell is this black thing?"[/color]

Greed, now looking into the dark screen, could see his now human facial features. He was by no means ugly, by human standards he was even somewhat attractive. But compared to his old form, he was nowhere near as beautiful as he once was. Of course, even his old form was not as attractive as Lust once was, and he chose not to make himself feel worse by not focusing on his face. He was already poor, he didn't want to look at his lost beauty as well...