~Lucia~

A stinging pain. A searing, blinding light surrounding her. Hah, nothing compared to their own radiance. Still, it made them uncomfortable. What had even happened? They couldn't recall. Not entirely. Hmm...and what was with this annoyance of pain? Something was bothering them, but they couldn't place their finger on it. Then the light faded, leaving them in a fairly hideous looking room. Hah, this was a building for commoners. Why of all things were they here? This place's stench felt difficult to even breathe in. As she awoke from her groggy state, memories of what exactly had happened returned.

The first emotion she felt was pure, absolute, rage. The sort of rage that could rival that of Wrath's own. Where were her luxurious feathers at? Her radiant weaponry? The legions of demons at her command? Those that knew who their better was and bowed to her, begged her just to be in her presence? Not that her rage displayed on her face, no. Emotions were an impurity. Something she didn't have. As the other Cardinal Sins began showing themselves and waking, she walked over to an empty chair, claiming it before any of the others could.

It was her chair, after all. Everything belonged to pride.

Soon, the rage was quickly replaced with a mixture of amusement and her usual bravado. A predatory smirk formed on her features as she waited for her brethren to fully wake themselves. God would regret this decision to send them to live among humans. She would see to that, that his own arrogance would be his downfall. That was her job, after all. To tempt mortals with their own pride. To bring out their best in them. Build them and their confidence up...only to watch them spectacularly fall at the height of their own hubris.

God was no different.

"I guess we're stuck here."

The worms voice was the first to break the silence. How naive. Unlike Envy who didn't think beyond their own jealousy, Pride had already started deciding what it would do. It may have been shoved into the unsightly form of a human, had her luxurious wings stripped, and her domain burned and pillaged, but she was Pride. She was perfection embodied. She wasn't going to let such a minor setback stop her.

"Stuck here?" She smirked, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair she had claimed as her throne, resting her head upon her hand and crossing her legs. "No, my envious little friend...we've just been given the opportunity of the lifetime by that arrogant fool." Pride chuckled, the confident smirk turning into a cruel grin. "He may have stripped from us our glorious forms and the majority of our powers...but stuck here? Not at all..."

Pride was always a scheming one. Always had a plan...and they had seemingly completely free access to earth and humans now.

How ever so delicious. Almost as delicious as an Apple.

"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?"

A cool sensation across the skin was the first thing Wrath noticed. Quite a strange feeling unlike the hell flames he was accustomed to. He was sitting, but it didn't feel like his throne. Not nearly enough blood on it. He felt light, and somehow small. Finally, the mighty emperor of rage peeled open his eyes, expecting to gaze upon the obsidian halls within the inner sanctums of his infernal citadel. His vision was blurry. He could only see blobs of meshed color and dingy light. Vision slowly returned to him, the sight of the strange room coming into view. He rose his hand to try and wipe the fuzz from his gaze when suddenly he froze. This wasn't his hand. Not nearly enough blood on it.

"Wh..wha..what is this-?!"

Wrath's scarlet eyes widened in disbelief as he clasped his mouth. What should have been the bellowing snarl of a fearsome hell knight from the deepest bowels of perdition instead sounded mousy by comparison. He thought for a moment, sweat beading down the side of his face and off his chin. Wrath searched his mind, grasping for recollections of what happened to him, but he never pays enough attention to anything to even begin to remember something like that. Then there was a brief moment of cognizance. Something that didn't come to the brutish demon often. His hands, his voice, the lack of blood everywhere. It all seemed almost like he was...

"H-human!? I-I-I'm...HUMAN?!" A loud wooden clatter of sound rang out through the room as Wrath jumped to his feet, shoving the chair out from beneath him and against the wall. "Th..this is madness...some shitty joke. No...this isn't funny..." A loud clenching sound wrung out of Wrath's hands as he clenched his fists in rage. "...This..." A droplet of blood trickled out of his grip, cascading to the ground. "THIS!..."

Suddenly a strange but somehow familiar voice interrupted Wrath's vengeful thoughts, catching him off guard and causing him to flinch away slightly. It was a little green haired human girl. She gave him pause. This presence wasn't human. "Wait..." He knew this feeling. She was a demon. Not just any demon either. He was used to the presence of most common demons by now. This one was like him in some way. Then he figured it out, though likely much later than anyone else would in the same situation. "Envy...is that you in that little sack of meat?" Suddenly, Wrath's eyes widened again as his slow mind caught up to reality. "Wait! What did you just say?" A loud grinding metallic creak whined out through the room as the confused and now angering demon pushed the glass table aside and moved toward Envy. "You just said something about being stuck here...Was this your doing you jealous wretch?! You seek to take over my sanctum don't you!?"

Another voice perked up. One with a similar sense of familiarity as Envy. Wrath halted his advance, though he only moved a couple feet, turning his attention toward the white haired girl as she spoke. "Opportunity of the lifetime...?" Through his growing annoyance and confusion, a form of selective hearing overtook wrath. "...Arrogant fool?" His brow furrowed as his anger continued to translate the girls worlds. "Average mongrel!?" A loud slam shook the room accompanied by the hiss of fracturing glass as Wrath struck the table. "I recognize that sharp tongue and filthy smug aura anywhere! So then it was you Pride?!" Wrath grit his teeth, expecting as much from such an entity as the demon of pride. He seemed to struggle with his thoughts, as a glimpse of a memory leaked into his mind. "I think...I remember...you....you were there! You did this didn't you?!" The walls trembled, shaken by the impact of the hurtling glass table. Shattered glass spilled across the floor as the empty metal table frame fell into a contorted metal heap, tossed across the room in a rage like a piece of cardboard. "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!"

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...

"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?"

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 Materialistic 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.

"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!"

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.

"Not to be rude and interrupt you guys, but what the hell is this black thing?"

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...

Lust had never slept before. So she never experienced waking up either. It was something completely different that what came before it. The first three seconds were really the best. In that moment, that insignificantly tiny speck of time she forgot about everything. The past was gone, ideas were shaded in the darkness of her eyelids, names, faces, her favorite positions and toys even her identity as the sin of love was completely foreign to her. It was utter emptiness and it was wonderfully terrifying.

Then, everything starting coming back like a stream from a water cannon pulsing through an old wooden door. Her skull throbbed with the information and she felt like the pressure behind her eyes was going to cause them to pop out of her skull. Two completely new and enjoyable sensations in a single day? She couldn't remember the last time such an even occurred but it couldn't have been for at least a thousand years.

God spoke to them. God was always speaking to them. For some reason, pride, hate, something in between, God never shut up. Sure, sometimes it said something interesting, even exciting like announcing the creation of the garden of Eden and the human beings who'd call it home, declaring war against the fallen angels, stepping up to the front lines to do what its army wasn't capable of and sentencing Lust and her partners to hell for all eternity, but since then it's really been nothing but reminding everyone how they screwed up. Which got boring, fast. There were only so many times you could be reminded of how careless an action was before the words lost all meaning. Most of the time Lust didn't even hear god any more. She just heard fuzzy thundering all around hell.

This last time it was different. When God spoke to her it caught her attention right quick and in a hurry. There was something new coming to them as maybe god himself overestimated the effect of living in a realm of torment would have on his naughty little children. Not that he'd admit to such a thing, because god, like pride, wasn't one who'd miscalculate. So they'd go somewhere different, somewhere more fitting, really fitting, as in they'd go to a land which only existed because of a single demon's jealousy. For their next punishment the seven deadly sins would be sent to Earth so they could see how hard it was to be humans, during the most difficult times of their lives.

"Uh." Lust coughed as she sat up. Her throat felt like sand and her neck creaked when moved as if it would fall off at any point. So of course she made a point of moving her head in every direction to see how much sensation she could work out of the situation. The light in the room made her eyes hurt, which was wonderful, but she kept having to blink. The human body had automatic defenses against self harm, didn't it? What a shame! She'd have to work around it.

Lust used her hands to hold open her eyelids while she gave the room they were in another once over. She noted the other sins, who didn't look anything like their old selves. She could tell who they were though on account of body languages being one of her specialties. "I see I wasn't sent her alone then." The corner of her full lips bowed for a moment before springing up into a smile. "Fantastic! With you guys around I'm sure things'll will quickly get interesting!" She showed her teeth in an attempt at smiling, but the action came off more like a bear's warning that things were going to get bad if everyone didn't just turn around and walk away. She would've continued with words of excitement but noted that Pride and Wrath looked to be having one of their moments again, and didn't want to stop them. The fights with the two were always the most enjoyable things to watch because they never went the same way twice and one really could never know who'd come out on top until one of them was literally limp at the other's feet.

"Hmmm?" Lust's attention slightly shifted towards Greed, who was focused on something sleek and shiny like a hell bug's carapace but flatter, and probably not as enjoyable for use as food, or a sexual partner, but which might exceed the species as a piece of decoration. The thing did have a look to it that pulled attention like a black hole pulled light, or god's love caused cancer. "That?" Her hands released her eyelids as she looked around for something on the ground. Thick streams of tears flowed down her cheeks as her human body rushed the moisturize her eyes so as not to become blind and thus susceptible to a quicker death. "I'm not sure, but" she scanned the ground and picked up something long and black with various rubber squares sticking out. She held the item out towards Greed. "Try poking it with this thing as see what happens." She gave a nod. "If nothing happens it means you aren't poking it hard enough. Really get in there until things start cracking." Another smile. A bird on a nearby window saw it and laid an egg a days earlier than scheduled.

"Huh?" The demon of desire blinked down at what used to be a thick black armored limb. "So I've got a new body too, huh? Should be fun."

Bel

Nothing had really changed in Sloth's routine since the fatidical day where he was, much like the rest of his fellow demon generals, captured by the almighty God - that surprisingly took quite the time to do so in despite of his supposed almightiness - with the only real differences being the lack of angels attacking him and the change of environment: Instead of resting in his extremely comfortable bed he had to sleep in the nowhere-as-satisfactory floor of the room used to seal him. That being said, the demon didn't really feel dissatisfied, after all in despite of the act of capturing him through the use of cowardly tatics or the not-so-comfortable lodgings that the divine being prepared for him, Sloth still had to admit that God also gifted him something that he had been longing for a long while: The opportunity to peacefully sleep for the rest of eternity, even if in the form of eternal imprisonment - a gift that the demon deeply appreciated, for that had been his sole desire from the very start.

His dream-like routine was quickly shattered though, as the supposedly merciful God suddenly decided to once more punish him, suddenly encasing his body with his distasteful divine light and summarily - Well, not really. He did say something that sounded important before, but the demon decided to ignore it in favour of napping - mess with his being, clouding his mind and changing his body as he encompassed him with his power and finally blinding his normally flawless spatial awareness, forcing him to directly open his eyes for the first time in days to access the situation.

The first thing he saw after getting accostumied to the blinding light was that he wasn't in his cell anymore, being in a foreign room decorated by nothing but a few chairs and a glass table in the center as well as a strange black object that made even the lethargic him confused for a second, just enough time for him to notice that he wasn't alone: 6 other beings sat near him. At first he actually thought God was playing a prank on him, for the 6 others in the room were naught but humans - beings that he could force into eternal slept with no lore than a casual glance - but this misconception was quickly cleared when the others started to talk, their mannerisms and aura clearly denoting who they truly are and how deeply troublesome the situation was: His fellow demon generals were now a bunch of seemingly powerless humans and, by what he started to notice by analysing his clawless limbs, so was he.

Passed the initial impact of the sudden revelation of powerlessness, Sloth quickly steeled himself to do what he does the best: Nothing. Even if he was as curious about the situation as any of the other demons Sloth didn't think that he had the capacity of effectively reach an conclusion just by investigating his surroudings or randomly throwing words, deciding instead to maintain his eyes open - what was already quite the challenge for someone as listless as him - and wait for someone to discover something. After all he didn't really think that God would simply lock them in human bodies and abandon them to their own luck. By what he saw in his days of captivity, the divine being was too much of a bad winner to leave them alone after finally managing to capture them - it was a fair choice to bet in the chance of a divine mensager suddenly appearing to tell them what their punition truly was and just wait for it.

~Lucia~

"You just said something about being stuck here...Was this your doing you jealous wretch?! You seek to take over my sanctum don't you!?"

Oh for the love of herself - Pride had to resist stabbing the mongrel.

Repeatedly. Until he was nothing more than a lump of flesh not fit to even breath the same air as she did - Oh wait a minute...

For the moment, Pride let wrath rant. That was easier and better than to try and reign in that unsightly temper if his. It was rather pitiable, really. Seeing him flail around so much. Pride didn't even flinch when he tossed the table...though, it was a very nice looking table, for a human made item.

"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!"

"Oh look. You've reduced yourself to something less than a rabid mongrel. A screeching chimpanzee, is it? A screeching, diseased, monkey." Pride sighed, giving Wrath a cool stare. Suddenly, the entire room was filled with an oppressive seeming air. It became thicker, making it harder to breathe as Pride's violet eyes stared at Wrath mercilessly. The other demons would easily be able to tell who exactly was doing it as she continued to speak.
something that could even

"Now SILENCE." Her voice commanded, almost seemingly speaking from nearly every corner of the room at once. Even the raging Wrath would at least feel a twinge of something, be it fear, respect, or whatever else it was that made him think twice about continuing his rampage though it was no guarantee that he'd stop. Heh, good. She could still do that. Fool god...with this she could just persuade all the humans to turn against him with little difficulty. Prides words were absolute, and they were to be obeyed.

No need to start fighting among themselves here. That would be detrimental to all parties involved.

"If you would let me explain the situation to you Wrath," She continued in her normal tone. She hadn't moved once from her seat, not a single muscle as she stared Wrath down with an unblinking stare aside from her words. "And use that brain of yours for a moment I will fill you in on the details of our so called 'punishment'. If you don't remember, it was 'God' that banished us all to this place. I had nothing to do with it, or do you think I would willingly subject myself to this putrid air that these humans breathe? Ugh, it almost makes me vomit even being in the same realm of existence as them."

Of course, did he not decide to calm himself down...she had ways of restraining him. She may have lost her blinding radiance temporarily and a majority of her powers and the gilded halls she called home, but she could still feel her shining brilliance in the back of her mind. Waiting, to shine their light upon these fools.

"Now will you sit and listen or will I have to take more drastic measures that would be bad for all parties involved?"

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?!"

Wrath winced as the energy emanating from the dagger tongued Pride grew wicked and heavy, taken aback by the power she could output on a whim. Backed up by her threats and insults, the demon of rage couldn't help but take offense. However, through her harsh words, the brutish minded demon managed to hear a scrap about God and banishment. Another one of those rare things called a thought entered Wrath's mind as Prides words triggered another recollection. A brief image of God embodied before him came to his memory, and then the radiant light which banished him here.

The Arrogant demon may have been full of herself but she was right. This fiasco wasn't her doing. God had sent them here. God had turned them human. There was a moment of repose as Pride finished her banter and Wrath stewed. He was quiet as the seconds passed tensely. Finally he decided with the few currently working brain cells in his thick skull that it didn't matter. Be it friend or foe, no one dares speak to the emperor of rage and vengeance with such caustic words and gets to keep their spine. Anything the other demons had to say at this point fell on deaf ears as far as Wrath was concerned.

To Prides aura, Wrath responded in kind, pushing through the thick emanations with a malefic and harsh aura of his own. An overbearing presence heavy like the pressure of the deep sea blanketed out from the fiery haired demon filling the claustrophobic room. Gravity seemed to warp and pull downwards as the ground reverberated. Shards of glass danced across the floor as it subtly shook. Wrath lurched forward with a wicked grimace painted across his face. A look ravenous beasts share amongst each other when fighting for dominance. Scarlet eyes alight with blood boiling fury bore into those of Pride from inches away, unyielding and defiant. He wanted to answer her last question clearly, so he made sure to be as close as he could.

The tension in the air was so thick that it was palpable, and the stare down between the two powerhouses of the sins would terrify the bravest of souls. Of course, having dealt with these sorts of arguments for thousands of years, Greed knew that ignoring them was the best strategy. At worst, they would only hurt each other. Instead, Greed kept his attention on the black screen, looking for any discerning markings or letters that would clue him in on it's purpose. This investigation was cut short when one of the women, most likely Lust considering her... Assets, approached Greed and answered his inquiry.

"That?"

The woman bent down to the floor and began to search around, blinking rapidly and rubbing her eyes. After several seconds of searching she rose up with a strange device that Greed had not noticed before.

"I'm not sure, but try poking it with this thing as see what happens. If nothing happens it means you aren't poking it hard enough. Really get in there until things start cracking."

Greed gently took the object, making sure to hide his smirk. Lust must have been trying to take make him out to be a fool. Why would he ever poke something so hard it cracks? If it didn't work with the slightest of taps, then why the hell would a human use it? They are creatures that are slothful, and wouldn't use excessive force unless they had to... Unless, this screen was a weapon. Gently, Greed poked the black surface with the remote, and nearly jumped from the loud noise behind him.

"Now SILENCE."

A chill rushed down Greed's spine and, for several seconds, he refused to make a sound. Eventually, however, he gasped and began to breath heavily, being released from Pride's influence. That was one of his least favorite parts about her - she was always ready to use that power of hers, and it always effected the people around her. It was only thanks to the fact that her voice wasn't directed straight at Greed and their thousands of years together that Greed was able to shake the effect so quickly. Greed simply shook his head and turned back to the screen, turning away from the argument unfolding. This was the point when the argument would stop. Wrath would step down, since Pride always used her power when she was trying to win an argument. Wrath felt the full brunt of her voice, so he must have been shaking in his boots right now. The object had dozens of buttons, all easy to press and pleasant to the touch. Greed carefully read the text on or next to the buttons, and tried many until he was left with one button in the upper right of the object. It was circular, odd considering most of the other buttons were rectangles or squares, and was red with a white symbol. The symbol itself appeared to be a circle with a line partially protruding from the top of the circle. This button drew his attention since, unlike most of the other buttons, it completely lacked text.

All the while, the room slowly began to tremble, and Greed shuddered in fear - Wrath wasn't standing down. This had only happened a few times in the extensive span of time that the group knew each other, and it was always over the biggest reasons. Greed knew the second that the words "Try me..." escaped Wrath's lips, it was time to be afraid. The shards of glass trembled slightly, and Greed immediately hurried his work on the black screen, praying that it was a weapon he could use to shield himself from the ensuing fight.

With great care, Greed placed the remote flat on the screen, and pressed the power button, only for nothing to happen. Of course nothing would happen, this thing was useless! Angrily, Greed backed away from the screen, and pointed the remote once more at the screen, this time at a distance of about 5 feet. Once he pressed the button, the black screen immediately brightened, revealing a man in a suit talking in front of a map.

"-and there is a slight chance of rain this week, with possible thunderstorms on Saturday."

On the screen, percentages were listed underneath pictures of rain clouds, and the man continued to drone on and on about the weather. Greed was now at a significantly further distance, and it took him nearly 30 seconds to realize that the man talking wasn't really there. How he managed to put himself into the screen, Greed wasn't completely aware, but he obviously couldn't see the demons or he would have asked what was with the fight going on behind Greed. More that this, Greed pondered who the hell this man was - he could predict the weather, with amazing accuracy if the percentages were to be believed. He must have been an incredible wizard to accomplish such a feat...

More importantly, Greed was glad to have the remote. Hw toyed with it, playing with the volume and turning it up and down, like a child with a new toy. This remote was his now - he claimed it. In the back of his mind, behind the joy of getting a new possession, Greed hoped that the fight would be dispelled thanks to this man suddenly appearing in the screen.

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.

"Now SILENCE."

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.

"Sorry, I have nothing."Her voice did managed to sound like a normal human adolescent. "Do any of you guys have a check on you?"

Energy roiled through the room as the frightening strength of the two demon powerhouses stared each other down. Their oppressive auras grinding the small space between them. The tension peaked as it seemed like a pin drop would spark all hell to break lose from either side. However before Wrath's fury had the chance to grow any further, the strange magical presence choked the room, once again catching Wrath off guard. Enter the silver haired man in grey through a door the enraged demon didn't even realize existed. The sight grabbed a hold of his small attention span, drawing his gaze toward middle aged man as he began to speak.

Like Envy, Wrath didn't really understand much of the mans few words. Mostly because he was very annoyed and on the brink of rampage. However he managed to comprehend a few scraps of information from what the mysterious grey man had to say. Of that information, the part about paying for the shattered table stood out to him. Wrath scoffed, turning completely away from Pride and now facing the toward the stranger. "Me? Pay? What a foolish notion." The thought of anyone exacting a price on the ruler of revenge was almost laughable in his eyes. "The only one here who's going to pay is you for such insolence. Pay in shredded flesh and splintered bone when I split the earth beneath your feet and reduce this strange hovel of a prison to rubble!" With an open hand, Wrath raised his palm to face the grey man, and balled his fist heavily, as if to clench the air before him. But nothing happened. After a brief pause, he tried again.

The confused and angry demon made a fool of himself for several moments as he made several gestures and motions, waving his fists about like a drunken dancer while everyone in the room looked on. His eyes widened again. "What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!" It wasn't just prides power. Wrath felt his own power well up inside him just moments ago. However they are all nullified somehow. Finally Wrath stopped, feeling a bit winded for the first time in his existence. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Wrath looked toward the grey man. "You...you smell different." Like any other beast, Wrath had an acute sense of smell. It was one of the traits that made up for his lack of intellect. "You're the only one here who doesn't reek of sin and brimstone." Slowly, the dumbfounded demon began to piece together the facts.

"Speaking as if you have some control over us...this is no doubt your doing." Concluded Wrath. With rebellion painted across his face, the fuming demon traded his scowl of a creeping grin. "Go ahead who or whatever you are. Make me human. Imprison me. Strip me of my powers and my throne. Try as hard as you like to quell the fury of furies." Even without powers, Wrath has slayed many amongst the pits of hell. Thousands of demons amongst his innumerable ranks of minions would challenge him for his thrown daily, and he often answered the call in the most gruesome of ways, crushing those that would dare stand against him with his bare claws. He felt this would be no different. "I'll still decorate the walls with your innards and make tapestry from your skin, even if I must tear through you with mortal fingers! That will be your payment for this disgrace!" Without a second thought, Wrath threw himself at the man fists bared. A primal scream escaped his human lungs as he quickly closed the distance, ready to unleash his savage rage upon the grey man.

~Lucia~

Off to the side, Pride vaguely acknowledged Gluttony's words. Foolish, just like Wrath. Ugh, she was surrounded by blubbering idiots who couldn't do anything but bark growl and stuff their faces with food suitable only for maggots.

but that was a discussion for a different time.

Pride's expression remained unchanged. She felt no fear, no tension, nothing. Wrath was going to have to try a little harder than that to intimidate her. She was perfect, and as such, there was no need to feel such things. No matter the outcome, she'd have him kneel like the mongrel he was. Fool. Now wasn't the time to be fighting among themselves, but wrath was far too rabid to even acknowledge such a thing. Her violet eyes stared back at him, meeting his own furious wrathful gaze with nothing but her own cold dispassion.

"Try me..."

She narrowed her eyes only slightly, raising her left hand. She could feel them, yes. Her entire arsenal of Light was still there. She may only have had a fraction of her blinding, perfect radiance but it would be more than enough to deal with this mongrel. She wouldn't need more than one. A small wisp of light formed in her hand in an instant.

And then in an instant, she lost it completely. Her eyes widened, but not in surprise, but rather irritation and fury.

"WHO DARES-" She cut herself off quickly as a newcomer entered the room, someone most definitely not human. It was logical to assume he was the thief of her radiant, holy, light. He only had a moment to introduce himself as their...'caretaker' as well as the owner of this place. So that's how it was, then. God sent a little snitch to watch them. Hmph, not unexpected at all, really. It was also not unexpected for Wrath to completely lose the rest of his composure.

"Fool..." She tried, she really did try to like the fools she called her 'Demon Comrades', but Wrath made it oh so very difficult all the time. Why couldn't they at least be more reasonable like Greed was?

Before Wrath could take more than a few steps towards Sebastion, Pride calmly lifted herself out of her seat in both a graceful, yet obviously determined and hurried manner. Now facing the back of Wrath who was lunging at Sebastion, she grabbed the chair with a firm grip, gloved hands easily lifting the chair from the ground.

And in one swift, graceful motion slammed it into the back of Wrath's head.

There was a sickening crunch of likely both wood and bone, as one of the legs that had hit his impossibly hard head splintered just like his skull would have been if she had even a fraction of her former strength. The effect would likely almost be immediate - knocking the raging demon out completely. Deciding one blow wasn't enough however, she followed it up with a second strike, slamming the chair right into his cranium and sending the demon face-first into the ground.

Well, just one more thing to do then.

Pride observed the chair, noticing one of the broken legs. With a soft hum, she tore the half broken leg off and placed the chair back on the ground.

"I think your head is a suitable replacement for breaking my chair." She cruelly smirked, adjusting the chair so that its broken leg was planted firmly into his head and facing Sebastion. "Hm, now that's quite a lovely view, isn't it?" She turned to Sebastion.

"I apologize for my...roommate." Pride replied to the obviously not human person. "He was a little...intoxicated." She slammed her foot down into his back, digging her heel firmly into it, as if trying to grind some sense into the demon. "...It is a...pleasure to make your acquaintance. I assure you, one of us will pay for these damages to your property." She turned her eyes towards Greed briefly. "Later, of course...once we get a little more settled into our new home here." Once finished greeting the man, she took a seat in the chair and leaned back in it, the broken leg creaking as it pressed into Wrath's head from her weight.

Hm, a little wobbly. Perhaps Wrath's face could use further adjustment once she could get some proper tools. Pride watched Gilmore carefully as she continued to speak.

"Hmm...Is there something you are visiting for, Sir Gilmore...or was this just a social visit to see if we were up to anything?" Polite for now. Get this insect out of her sight faster that way.

Ah...how she wish she had a delicious glass of blood-wine right now...and some grapes and a few slices of an apple. Tsk.

Oh and the ambient sound of her enemies being tortured for eternity. That was always a pleasing sound to hear. Hopefully by the time he woke up Wrath would be a little calmer and easier to talk too. She'd have made sure to get as much satisfaction out of this as she could before then. Getting into another scuffle with him after he found himself being humiliated so, while hilarious and gratifying on so many levels, would be detrimental to them all.

Lust frowned when she noticed Greed's carefulness with the strange black item on the wall. Instead of banging it to make something happen like in the good old days when they were just howling beast that struck whenever there was something to strike at, he touched the item almost lovingly softly against the black thing before turning his attention to the symbols on the stick. How gentle he could be when there was something he liked always surprised her. A demon was meant to smash beauty, was it not? They're very race were born from the desire to break god's light. Well, most of the race was born to smash the creator and those who stood by it. Lust, herself, only went along with it because new things were so scant in those days and she was tired of playing the harp. A thought flickered up at the forefront of her mind. She wondered what Greed would do if his treasure was at risk? Would he attack Pride? Strangle Wrath? Go screaming mad through the cosmos? Rip apart the creator? There was no way to tell at the moment, but she made sure to make a mental note of the possibility in the off chance the group became dull or somehow managed to succeed in their ultimate goal. Besides, with someone like Greed, it was best to let his fortune grow like with the strange trinkets he already claimed. Ever piece would be another bit of fuel for the fire.

Not that it looked like boredom would become a problem any time soon. The item on the wall, a window it seemed, was brought to life by the stick she gave him. A human appeared on the screen. He talked about the weather and pictures, some moving appeared as if to prove him right. She wanted to see more but Greed starting manipulating the portal so more the sound moved up and down like beast of burden during copulation. Which reminded her. She'd have to see about the sorts of creatures that existed within the world and the limits her new flesh could withstand. Just the idea was exciting!

Speaking of exciting, a newcomer entered the fold. Lust wasn't sure who he was, but he was quick to introduce himself and demand payment from them in something called a check. She didn't know what it a check was, but if it served as a kind of payment she'd make sure to get some when she had a chance. Violence and cunning always went far, but sometimes a bit of purchasing power could go further. Not that she didn't enjoy a challenge! Again, the world was exciting her so. Her knees were trembling with all the prospects quickly presenting themselves.

Then the violence erupted. It didn't happen as she had supposed it would, always a pleasant surprise. The bout was violent and unexpected so it was impossible for her to have been happier. Well, except for how short the fight was, and the lack of gore spraying the walls. She didn't let that dampen her spirits. Once Wrath woke up, if Wrath woke up (which would be interesting if he didn't since none of the Seven deadly sins had died before and she had no idea what they'd do about it. Even if all that happened was his body being tossed through the window, she'd be happy so long as it was something new) he'd wouldn't be in a good mood. He'd want blood, Pride's blood, and wouldn't except it in any other amount but in the gallons.

Lust watched the man like a kitten watched a mouse with only a single working paw. She didn't hate him, or even feel the slightest bit of hostility to the stranger. On the contrary, he was different. There was power behind him, one she wasn't sure she's seen, at least in recent memory. Whatever he was there for, and whatever he would do, she was sure it would cause quiet the commotion. Now her knees were so weak with anticipation the limbs couldn't hold her any longer.

For a moment she watched Pride, doing what Pride did best, excusing authority. She'd seen the show before and couldn't bring herself to even fake interest in it. So without bothering to reply to their leader she turned her attention to the man who apparently owned the place.

"Gilmore, is it?" Lust said, tasting the name on her tongue. She wondered what else he'd taste like. Most of the meat in hell had a bit of a saltiness to it. Would his meat be sweet? Was it more tender or tough? Was there an optimal way to cook him, or was he better raw? What about his clothes? She vaguley remembered one of the tortured souls talking about fiber and how it was good for the human's bowl movements. Did she need to eat his attire too? Not that she wouldn't even if she didn't need to. The garments looked like they'd have an interesting feel in her mouth. "Are you from the creator? Has he finally found fit to give us something new to suffer with?" Anxiously, Lust leaned towards the man, dark eyes wide with excitement.

A broken kneecap, and then a kick to his gut, followed by a blow to his jaw. Wrath had it all planned out. Millennia of combat expertise allowed him to come up with deadly combat strategies in a split second. He was ready for any counter attack from the grey man. However, instead of mounting a fierce and unrelenting attack, Wrath only managed a heavy grunt as a wooden chair crashed across the back of his skull. A massive lump grew from his head where the chair made contact.

The rampaging demon's advance was halted, every muscle in his body tensing up from the impact. A vein swelled above his temple as a deathly scowl darkened his visage. "Wh...who..." Thoughts of vengeance and torture filled his hazy mind, but before he could think or speak any further, a second loud wooden clatter rang out through the room as Pride smashed him with the chair a second time, sending him into the ground with a heavy thud. Everything went black. A second lump grew on top of the first as Wrath laid motionless on the ground, subdued, if only for the moment.

As if his state wasn't enough, the pompous demon wasn't finished. A feeble grunt escaped Wrath's unconscious body as Pride dug the broken leg of the very weapon she assaulted him with into his skull. Another grunt eked out as she took a seat atop the chair atop his head. A grunt accompanied each motion the sadistic demon managed as she rocked or shifted atop the chair atop his head. "Ooof!" Howled the still very unconscious Wrath as the heel of the demon atop the chair atop his head dropped atop his spine.

This was the first time any entity, other than God, stood above Wrath, let alone atop him. That was a first on its own. If he had any idea it was Pride who got to be the first being to manage this feat with her feet, there would be no words in any language or dimension that could begin to describe the untold destruction and mayhem that would ensue in the wake of his rage. Fortunately for all parties involved, his comatose state would keep him ignorant of the fact. For now the ruler of rage was instead the ruler of being a chair leg.

For the first time in a while Sloth felt truly annoyed. As if not satisfied by their newfound weakness, Pride and Wrath still had the energy - no, the stupidity would be more accurate in this case - to fight amongst eachother, directly emitting their deeply weakened auras as if to measure who was the strongest ant and managing to make even the mildest of the sins feel an urge to directly intervene to crush their pissing contest - something that he was, in fact, about to do when the nearby black object suddenly sprang to life due to Greed messing around it, displaying the image of a man pointing to something that looked like a diagram of some sort and talking about weather, moving the images displayed in the miraculously interactive panel to somehow prove his point - or at least that was what Sloth tought of it before dazing off and merely watching the images move without trying to understand what was happening in the screen.

His moment of pleasant leisure was quickly taken away from him in the next second though as the strange man named Gilmore walked into the room, somehow sealing the small amount of power that they still had as he casually introduced himself - an act that clearly demonstrated that he felt completely safe in despite of being in the presence of the seven generals, pointing that he was either absurdly powerful or they were ridiculoudly weak as of now. "Cheek..?" The listless demon couldn't help but tilt his head, obviously confused as he pointed the area below his right eye while staring the man, misunderstanding what he truly wanted due to the vague similarity of the words - a clear sign of how oblivious he was to the situation, since he didn't even bother with trying to read it to start with.

His stupid questioning was, though, ultimately interrupted by the fact that Pride suddenly started to beat Wrath with a freaking chair, seemingly acting to stop him as he tried to attack the newcomer - a fairly wise decision in Sloth's opinion, since attacking an enemy with unknown skills and abilities perfectly suited his definition of stupid. He didn't even frown when Pride nonchalantly ignored her act and started to have an amicable talk with the male capable of sealing their powers, apparently trying to infer his reasons for being there without letting clear that they didn't know anything about the situation- another fairly wise decision that almost managed to make him raise his evaluatipn of the arrogant demon general - just to be interrupted by a not-so-smart demon general.

Are you from the creator? Has he finally found fit to give us something new to suffer with?

Sloth barely resisted the urge to facepalm when he heard Lust's questions. If they had any hope of feigning some knowledge about their punishment, she managed to completely waste it with naught but two sentences. The facade carefully set by pride was instantly blown by the seemingly innocent question made by Lust, that left more than clear that they had no idea about why they were bound to mortal bodies and what God planned for them, taking away the chance of indirectly taking some information from the man and consequently making the situation considerably more troublesome - something that Sloth couldn't help but take as an offense, for he hated anything vaguely troublesome.

Gluttony watched Pride and Wrath fight it out with mild distaste. They needed to work together to get back to Hell, yet those two were still brawling. Then again, she supposed those were the last two to work with anyone. Pride seemingly won this engagement, grinding a chair leg into Wrath's face. Not bad.

A man came into the room, and with him, an obvious wave of divine power. Gluttony didn't even bother reaching for any of her demonic abilities- the stranger could have shut them down with a glance. That in itself told her a lot. There were only five beings in the cosmos who could manage such a feat- God, and the four archangels. She idly wondered which it was, and if any of the other demons had come to the same conclusions.

She looked at Lust. "I don't have a check on me, but I'm sure she'd be happy to pay you in... other ways." Gluttony didn't think the shameless ploy would work in a million years, but one never knew, did they?

Greed had found immense comfort while cradling his new possession, gently touching the various buttons and causing new windows and sections to appear on the screen, to which the man did not react in the slightest. Greed was having quite the jovial time, and quickly erased all the windows, instead turning the screen to a nearly mute audio, only providing slight background noise. Turning his back to the magic weather man Greed saw that the tension in the air was only increasing, and Greed carefully made his way to the wall in which the screen was, praying that it had some defense functions. Even heavily weakened, a fight between these two never ended well for anybody... Before anything serious occurred, however, the door to the side of the room opened, revealing a man with graying hair and a uniform that appeared very... formal. Greed loved the style, the way it seemed so sharp, yet also radiating power...

Greed wanted one.

"I see that you are all fitting in quite well, hmmm? 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."

The man turned slightly, glancing at the table that was shattered to smithereens, bent metal shooting out in random directions. Greed clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body tensing. He knew exactly what he would do to somebody if they broke his things...

"Obviously, you'll have to pay for that. Does anybody have a check?"

Somethings that the man said were strange and foreign, but Greed got the basic message he was conveying. By house, he was most likely referring to the place they were in, and a check was most likely a form of payment for something. A check was probably something like a tribute, or something that is traded with a person to apologize for damages and keep themselves from being burned in the lake of fire. Envy spoke up, and Greed pondered if she knew the true nature of this 'Check' object. Sloth seemed to question the nature of the word as well, but he spoke so softly that Greed barely heard him. He turned to her and shook his head, before returning attention to the well-dressed man. Or, he would, before Wrath started to shout.

Greed was too far away to shut him up, and was hoping that Wrath wouldn't go to far. This guy may realize that he was the one who broke the table, and kill him or torture him for years on end. After all, Greed has done far worse for far less, and he didn't want his friend to be eviscerated while they were all weakened.

"What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!"

Had it not been for his iron grip on his one possession, he would have dropped the remote to the ground. Greed could feel an emptiness ever since the man entered the room, but he had not focused on it thanks to the man's attire captivating his attention. He was unable to sense anyone's desires with his Evil Eye, and was positive that summoning his remote to from a far distance would result in failure... This man was powerful... Only a few beings possessed this sort of power, and the fact that one would be overseeing them... Even with his memory problems of the event, Greed knew that god must have sent this man to make sure the Demons didn't try to regain their power or subjugate the human race while his back was turned. But why? Why go through all this effort to keep them captive? Why was - PRIDE SMASHING THE CHAIR OVER WRATH'S HEAD, OH GOD.

The fight was much shorter than Greed had initially anticipated, and Wrath seemingly lacked his once boundless durability. With a mere two strikes (two very... brutal strikes), Wrath was rendered unconscious, and the chair broke a leg, rendering his interest in it completely void. A broken possession is about as useful as hellfire on your skin. Well, hellfire on the skin of those who were not immune to hellfire.

Pride began to greet the man with that familiar polite tone. She used that when asking for something, or appealing to someone with lots of power who would be to tiresome to force into something.

"...It is a...pleasure to make your acquaintance. I assure you, one of us will pay for these damages to your property."

Her eyes, albeit subtly, moved towards Greed for a few seconds, and he could feel sweat appear on his back. The others didn't know that he was missing his vault, so obviously they would assume he could pay for the damages... Oh well. Greed knew that, even though he didn't have anything now, he could easily find someone to be burned in hellfire in order to pay for the table... Or, he could just buy a new table. Greed was very happy once Pride tried to convince the man to leave. The sooner he left them, the faster they could explore their new surroundings and begin to spread their corruption. That was, until Lust opened her mouth. Greed couldn't exactly blame her, he was curious about the man as well. Perhaps they had tried to kill one another on the fields of battle. But asking questions would just cause him to stay longer than he needed to...

While this was going on, Greed simply resigned to leaning against the wall. He always acted in the background, supporting the group with items and slaves, and his persuasive abilities were very unlikely to sway this being to leave them any faster. Pride would take care of the situation, as she normally did, and they would all discuss their next move after Gilmore leaves and Wrath wakes up. Greed already knew he would have to come clean about his vault, and find a way to pay for that table... Maybe he would ask the humans what a check was?

Gilmore's eyes began to glow with holy magic once Wrath lunged at him. Envy could feel the power radiating from him- much more than all of theirs combined. Before he could blast Wrath into oblivion, Pride knocked him out with a chair. A chair. Well, Envy couldn't really blame her. They didn't exactly have their weapons of choice on them right now.

The man shook his head. "Oh, you have so much to learn about the human world. Also, while we're in private, do call me Phanuel, the Face of God. Not in public, though. That would be quite awkward." As he spoke, large angel wings sprouted from his back, and a halo formed around his head. A golden light emanated from his body, making Envy feel regret, just for a moment, for killing hundreds of angels and humans alike.

Phanuel, or Sebastion Gilmore, whatever you're going with at this point, snapped his fingers, and a wave of light washed over the demons. Envy immediately felt something drop into her lap. "God wanted me to give that to you. Identification. You're officially all humans. Just saying, I wasn't an advocate for this. I voted for fiery pits."

Envy read the name on her card. "Who the hell is "Rosalyn Hood" ?

"Your new human name. Sucks for you if you hate it- you get what you get and you don't get upset."

"Harrumph." As soon as her powers were restored from this angel's curse, Envy would destroy him.

"No obvious signs of disappointment allowed. Now, I'll be back next week to check on you. You might want to tuck yourselves in school- your human school starts tomorrow, and doing things while tired is generally not good." And with that, he vanished with a flash of gold light.

~Lucia~

Gilmore - no Phanuel went on to explain very briefly what they were doing here. That holy light of his only incited anger and contempt in the demon - though who it was directed towards, she wouldn't comment. He had no right to play with their emotions and morals so easily. Foolish angel.

He continued by telling them they were to attend human school and act completely human. Pride had to stop herself from vomiting. Not only that, she was given a pathetic human name of 'Lucia Megalos', judging from the 'identification' that was dropped into her lap. That was...just cruel, god. So ironically cruel! Forcing her of all people to mingle with such lowly creatures. Of course 'God' would know what was the worst possible punishment for her. Before she could question anything however, the angel left in such an overly pompous manner that wanted to make her give him an appropriately fitting torture for the rest of eternity.

"Well..." Pride harrumphed, sliding the ID into her jacket and stood up, picking the chair off of Wrath's head. "Tsk, I liked this chair..." not that she could really use it any more now, how annoying.

"Hm, well, now that the angel is gone..." She turned her head towards Greed. "Am I correct in assuming since it seems like most of our powers were stripped from us we do not have access to your vault?" Pride tossed the broken chair to him. "Do something with this, at least. I don't want wrath waking up and starting some foolish rampage again." Pride, or rather, Lucia as she was called now simply turned her back on the other demons.

She in fact, had at least tolerated them as demons. They at least didn't offend her eyes so much, but these human forms of theirs...Well, it'd take some time to get used to it.