Envy couldn't help but clench her teeth and tighten her fists at Pride's words. The demon, their self-proclaimed leader, was more annoying than an entire squadron of angels, armed with holy weapons. Still, she was a demon, and her ally, at least for now. That might change in the future, though, you never know.

Wrath soon came to, and began howling at Envy like a banshee. The female demon held up her hands, giving a slight point towards Pride's direction. Wrath soon directed his rage towards Pride, and Envy finally grinned. Pride would not want to fight Wrath- hell, Envy, one of the more combat-oriented demons, did not want to fight Wrath. She leaned back against a wall. Her legs felt odd. She was used to having a serpetine body, not human legs. It was weird having to use them to walk, instead of slithering. 

[color=662d91]"Now SILENCE."[/color]

She was taken aback. Her body felt cold, and her human lips could not budge. She was held in this state briefly, before eventually breaking free of the curse. She gave Pride a death stare. She despised that power of hers, but there wasn't a hell of a ton she could do. 

What worried her was when Wrath started countering with his own aura. Envy, rather than interfering, backed away. A fight between Wrath and Pride would certainly not end well. For any of them. Her eyes came to rest on Greed, fiddling with a black rectangle and the black screen on the TV. Much to her surprise, the screen soon lit up, with a man talking about the weather. Envy couldn't help but be surprised. How was this man predict the future? That was an ability none of the demons had- at least, none of the ones under her control. Her eyes flitted around the room- sometimes at the remote in Greed's hand, sometimes at the increasingly dangerous Wrath and Pride situation. 

At that moment, a wave of magic flooded the room. Envy had no idea where and why, but she knew it happened. Her magic sealed itself up, as she could only assume the same thing happened to the other demons. 

The door then swung open, revealing what appeared to be a middle-aged human, with silver hair and a grey suit. The man looked about the room. "I see that you are all fitting in quite well, hmmm?" His gaze moved to Wrath and Pride, before shifting back to the room as a whole. "Oh, pardon me. I seem to have forgot myself for a moment. I am Sebastion Gilmore, owner of this house. I will be checking back here every so often to make sure that the place is...in order." He looked down at the shattered glass table. "Obviously, you'll have to pay for that. Does anybody have a check?" 

Envy understood only a few words from the man's blurb. One of themm was 'owner.' The other was 'in order.' And then there was 'pay.' Envy did not know what this check was. In demon culture, typical punishment involved chains, whips, and lava pits. No matter what it was, Envy did not want to deal with it. So she quickly spoke up, her voice as normal-souding as possible. 

[color=39b54a]"Sorry, I have nothing."[/color]Her voice did managed to sound like a normal human adolescent. [color=39b54a]"Do any of you guys have a check on you?"[/color]