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.
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