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. [color=c24641]"What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!"[/color] 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 [i]Evil Eye[/i], 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. [color=7d3ca2]"...It is a...pleasure to make your acquaintance. I assure you, one of us will pay for these damages to your property." [/color] 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?