Gluttony had been last to speak up. She was like that, always watching. Wrath, Envy- they preferred to destroy a soul quickly, but you couldn't do that with fat and food. Hers was the slow, inexorable burn.


She looked around, feeling almost weak at the knees. Her strength, her insatiable hordes that laid waste to all before them- where were they? The last thing she remembered was being in the vanguard, laughing with Wrath as they raced to tear down the very gates of Heaven. And then, just a white haze, with a few vaguely defined words floating around her mind. God's words, she supposed. He always was a sanctimonious bastard. Why couldn't He just let the demons run free, without inhibition or restraint? That, more than anything else, was what she wanted.

"God's punishment seems to be quite clear, at least to me. He wants us to live as mortals, see the damage we inflict upon them. He's trying to get us to feel remorse. Well, the only thing I feel is hatred of Him! I say we get our powers back, find a way back to Hell, and then do what we do best- kill angels and take over the whole fucking universe! Who's with me?!"