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8 mos ago
Current Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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10 mos ago
I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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1 yr ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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I'll get a post up sometime tomorrow.

Edit: Sorry, old friend called me up to celebrate his birthday. I'll post this Wednesday instead, sorry for taking awhile.
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?
@Rune_Alchemist
Greed is going to kiss major ass and join student council. Considering how often students come to student council with problems, Greed will have his hands full most of the time.

Plus the lost and found will probably be pretty empty from now on...
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.
Writing up a post now.
The soul dug into the guard's side, clawing at the fatty tissue and doing it's best to damage the monster before him. It's brethren were clawing at it from above, metal staples falling all around the gigantic form and slightly revealing exposed tissue. The spirit was completely oblivious to this, however, as it was already headfirst into the sizable wound he was digging out, almost as if he was trying to plunge himself into the guard itself. Of course, his efforts were obviously minor - you cold even say they were negligible. Compared to the swarm of light pulling apart the monstrous guard, the spirit doing his best to dig into the creature was practically unnoticeable. Maybe that was why, with an insane amount of force, the guard began to swat the various spirits away with great force, slamming down on it's weakened gut. It succeeded in doing so, but suffered a dire consequence. Slamming it's hand down with force the spirit could hardly even imagine, the creature failed in crushing one of it's attackers - instead, the stomach of the guard burst like an overripe fruit from the pressure, spewing it's disgusting contents and a horrid smell over the whole area. Along with this, it also shot out the spirit, who was nearly chest-deep with a small pile of flesh by his side. While the stench persisted, the contents slowly became less foul - they condensed, seemed to collapse in on itself, all the while taking on the same incandescent shade as the spirits themselves. A breeze of unknown origin blew by, taking the majority of the stench and causing the dust to float away into the air, becoming nonexistent.

Their, in what once was their tormentor and killer, laid nearly 3 dozen small, beautiful white pearls. They were pure, a far-cry from the disgusting beast it was once a part of. Perhaps they were something it stole? But to be honest, the spirit couldn't care less. He only knew one thing - he wanted them. The spirit saw the others make movements towards the orbs, and the spirit decided to take a portion of five souls - a fair share. After all, he didn't want to fight these creatures - they were a part of the same group, the same pack.

The same hive.

As he stared at the orbs, an incredibly painful sensation rocked the spirits body. His head felt as if it was splitting open, tearing apart at the very seams. Just as his mouth opened for the first time, he greedily shoved the first pearl in his gullet. After that, another followed, and again, and again, until all five disappeared. The spirit was content, but quickly, he curled on the ground in a fetal position, as a sense of pain rocked it's body. It wasn't unbearable, but was very uncomfortable - like being heavily medicated and getting hurt. You could feel it, but didn't really care. The pain permeated his entire body, as if each individual organ in his body was being consumed all at once. All the while, his shine progressively dulled, until it was completely gone and he was just a pale humanoid. As suddenly as it came, the pain subsided, and his mind was gifted two pearls of information. His name was Troy Crane, and he was dead. Everything beyond that was just as much of a blur as it was before he consumed the souls, and Troy couldn't focus on it no matter how much he tried. Slowly, he rose to his feet, slightly weaker than he was before consuming the souls. His transformation completed itself in the span of about 10 seconds. He was now more than he was a minute ago. A slight afterglow followed, an ecstasy that Troy had never experienced. It was the feeling of having just eaten a soul.

It was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Troy relished every facet of it.

The others had undergone a similar transformation. One of them called out to the others.

"Friends, allies, are you there...?"

The voice was androgynous, belonging to neither a male or female. Turning, the origin was revealed - one of the spirits, although which one it was originally was impossible to tell, was calling out to the others. It was far larger than they had been previously, but was nearly identical besides two features. It's face was covered by some strange mask, and the spirit also held a stick with a lantern on the end. Behind the masked spirit stood a more bestial one, with skeletal features and on four limbs. It must have been another ally, and was showing aggression towards what was behind Troy. Turning towards the pool of lava, a great distance away, a massive column of lava was falling back to the pool, as if something had come out suddenly and displaced the liquid. While Troy thought that a creature capable of such a feat was impossible to even exist, there was a gigantic monster flying in the air, just above the surface. It was even larger than the horned guard, and seemed even more dangerous. Considering the only reason they defeated the guard was because of a lucky accident, Troy was not willing to take the chances with something so dangerous. Troy turned back, facing away from the creature. There was no chance in hell they could take it. Along with the two other spirits, there also was a man in some mechanical suit of armor, deliberating on the course of action they would take. Another was a man seemingly made of metal, who Troy and not been paying attention to up to this point.

A sound reached Troy's newly formed ears, the sound of someone falling to the ground. Another humanoid, obviously female, with several animal features. She was currently looking at her tail, and finally noticed the giant monster headed right towards them. She tried to rise to her feet again, and managed several steps, before falling to the ground. While the beast was far away, it would catch up at this rate...

Troy quickly made his way towards the girl, whom he was relatively close to. He helped her to her feet, and kept her arm around his shoulder in order to provide balance. He would have preferred to carry her since it would be faster, but his transformation seemed to weaken his strength, so he was forced to help support her until she could carry herself. Or course, h wanted to leave her behind, ensure his escape would be quicker... but this woman was part of the hive, and the flying creature was fairly far away. Troy had a high chance of escape no matter what, so helping the survival of the hive was currently the highest priority. Having helped the woman to her feet, Troy seemingly hissed from his mouth a voice that seemed to consist of thousands of individual, small speakers, and was somewhat high-pitched when compared to the armored and masked spirit.

"We should escape before that... thing catches us..."

Troy had difficulty speaking, having lacked a mouth before and the strange nature of his biology making his speech slurred and guttural. Troy turned began to move forwards, away from the lava lake and their distant pursuer. The weight of the woman was impossible to discern, but she was not too difficult to support, even with Troy's weakness. She could almost certainly feel the writhing creatures just below Troy's skin, doing their best to push the pair forwards. Troy moved at a slow pace, mainly to allow the woman to get used to her new body and relieve him of helping her.
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...
I'll throw a post up sometime after work.

Edit: Sorry for not posting yet, power was knocked out for a few hours and I didn't want to post from my phone. Writing now.


@Agent 47
Done this dude, anything need to be changed?



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