Mister Sir continued to walk up the top of the mountain, leaving everyone behind. He, himself gets to the top of it and stands there waiting, whilst Envy handles the rest of them down below.
He looks up to the sky, able to see the top of the mountain, yet also the final gate, which was a seal on the sky itself, as if restraining his potential of progressing further up the trail. There was no way to get around it, and Mister Sir was apprehended by it only to look back at all the destruction behind him for his want to accomplish his goal. "Yes... All according to my master plan." Mister Sir waited patiently to get to this point, where he, alone, would stand at the next gate of passage.
He was most patient.
"Cornered," a voice would shriek out from behind the trespassing scoundrel. "I knew you couldn't be trusted. And now you're stuck at the last gate that no one can get beyond. Boo Hoo." The stitched up eyes of Envy, the True Envy, would open wide to glare at the one who had attempted to double cross it and get to the finish line before Envy had a chance to. "You're not going to get there before me," were the first things Envy said as its eyes narrowed down to a slit, gleaming with the souls of all the ones that wanted to get there first before Mister Sir. "NO ONE WILL GET ANYWHERE BEFORE ME!!"
Soon, each of the souls of Envy, which were locked up in the large doll-like body, would pour out from the titan's fingertips and down upon the head of Mister Sir like rain. Each of the souls that belonged to the giant would make up strings that spread over the entire area, gridlocking it and trapping everyone and everything in it absolutely, preventing escape AND entry. "Nowhere to run. Now what will you do?" Envy was actually pretty interested in knowing. It smirked, with its eternally sewn-shut mouth perked at the corners. "One false move, I own you, too, SIR."
"That Was Not Proper Procedure," A The Voice Of A Great Presence Spake Down Unto The North Gate, Which Was Sealed By The Skyline, "That Is Not How You Deal With Your Issues." The Seal, Which Was Upon The Hand Of Judgment, The Left Hand Of The Severity Of God, Which Pressed Down Upon The Land In A Similar Manner As The Right, Though Not To Cover Anyone, Would Exert A Powerful Pressure That Would Stabilize Everything From The North Gate All The Way Down To The Beginning Of The Mountain Path, All Of Which Was A Powerful Force And Gust Like That Of The Flapping Of Winds. "Go Back To The Beginning," The Voice Proclaimed, As The Shadow Of A Hand Cast Mister Sir Down To The Base Of The Mountain. "Clean Up Your Mess And Put Out Those Fires That You Started." The Wrath Incarnate Knew What It Had Done And Each Of The Flames That Were Not Ignited Of Their Own, But Because Of The Wrath Of Mister Sir Via His Own Envy, Which Now Was All Turning Against Him.
"This Is Your Judgment," The Voice Went On, The Shadow That Was Over Mister Sir First Pointing To "Envy, Of Whom Mister Sir Would Have To Completely Burn Up Before He Leaves; To You, Bear The Flames Of The False Idol And Relieve Mister Sir Of His Curse." Next, The Shadow Of The Hand Pointed To Mister Sir, "Wrath, Of Whom Hath Started These Terrible Plagues; Rain Down Hellfire Upon All Things That Are Your Own Doing, And The Doing Of All Like You. It Is Time For The Suicides." This Is Where Mister Sir Would Bow Before God, Unlike The Light-Bearer That Defied The Father And Had Continued On To Do Through Mister Sir Bearing The Light Of That Sin. "You Must Now Sacrifice Yourself Honorably And Turn Anew, In The Stead Of Any Sheep, Any Pig, Any Goat Or Any Lamb. Slay Thyself, And You Will Know Thy True Self; Wrath, Of God."
"Learn To Bear Your Own Curses And Accept Your Own Punishment," Was His Final Degree At The Mount. And So, He Would Be Circumcised, And Bade Off To Rain The Flaming Birds Of Destruction Down Upon The Land That Was The Work Of His Hands.
"God Damn."
"I Would Never Accept Such Workmanship Anyway, As I Feel You Should Know Better Before Seeking Approval From Me. I Know You Can Do Better, And If You Cannot, Then That Is Why I Will Still Not Accept The Light You Bear To Me. You Are Bearing For Yourself; Not For God." And He Was Turned Around. "You Know Better And Can Do Better. Do Your Best Next Time."
"Grand Daughter," Primordius, Of Whom Was The Prime Chaos Itself That She Rested In The Womb Of Would Speak To Her From All Around Her Dark Chambers, "It Seems As Though Some Of Your Toys Have Beckoned You." The Great Shadow Of A Hand Cast Over The Mountain, Pointing Down At The Northernmost Gate, Higher Up Than Each Of The Others, And Toward A Cliff Where There Was No More Solid Tangible Road. This Was Where He Had Hidden His Old Possession, 'Puppet God,' Which Was A Special Present For The Great Darkness, Tabitha Tensei, To Have For Herself. "Go Forth And Claim What Is Yours And Rape The Mountain Of Its Possessions." As He Bade The Grand Daughter Off, The Primordial Darkness, Prime Chaos Itself, Would Return To Its Rest, Recounting The Verses Of The Great Bird Of Paradise In The Heavens, Whilst Catering To The Unfortunate Ones Below. "Have Fun."
The Shadow Of The Hand that cast the Great Darkness over its appointed Possession, the Puppet God, Master Of Envy, would suddenly stretch out and leak through the seals in the sky, oozing down over all the land like tarry rain. It dripped all over the mountain, yet rained down with a consistency that was something gelatinous instead of fully liquid. It nearly looked like black blood raining down from the sky, and pouring over the top of the North Gate. It swept up the Puppet God and took hold of the Possession, and with it, the Puppet God would have taken on a new form similar to the darkness that had now Possessed it. The stitching burst from the eyes and glared into the soul of Mister Sir, of whom now had to face the Great Darkness itself as he was bid to clean up the rest of the mess. "I already have a set up for you," the Puppet God spoke with a feminine voice, "Go burn up all the ones I've placed for you." Puppet God pointed her hand in the same manner as the Shadow Of The Hand that was no longer visible above had once done. Attached to her fingers were some strings, all of which branched off into a series of other strings, something like an intricate web. "You know what to do. You have your orders."
"Oh? Envy so I can not be Perfect?" Mister Sir grumbled, seeing all of his plans to make himself highest coming to fail right at the end, "Well, time to be obnoxious, like Envy is." He looked Envy, which was nothing now but a puppet to another being over it, square in the eyes, knowing that she who has possession over it wanted his soul for herself. "Forever, like Envy." A great fire erupted all around Mister Sir, bursting from the ground and melting away all the cold air that blew throughout the North Gate. "Do not try to correct me." He snapped at her instantaneously as his Patience was broken and the Wrath within him was unleashed. "You just made a mess that will stay there and you'll know it's nowhere near idiosyncratic." His burning fist raised up toward the brazen young Envy and grasped her arm bearing the strings and lit it, as well as the entire web connected aflame.
"You are off key and tempo," he said to her in a rational tone, yet with great flames spreading upward into the overhead webs and burning them up, along with the seal that they were just below. "That's why I excused you. Just remember that, Envy, when you're done playing with them." The Wrath that came from Mister Sir's blazing fingertips was the official initial engagement of combat. "Do not make me look imperfect where I am not simply to service yourself." The burning hatred he felt for Envy, which would surge through his searing gloved palms, ignited the wicked Sin aflame and passed the curse of burning Wrath unto the Puppet God. "Ugly One." A spontaneous combustion swept throughout the field, and his blazing jacket fluttered on the wake of the explosion. "Go get your lesser beings and take them home, Envy."
He was not smiling.
The incandescent flames of Wrath, which, though they came through Mister Sir, were their own entity all of themselves. When Mister Sir tried to pass on the fires of his own personal Wrath for Envy and whatever Envy was dragging along and throwing in his face, they would spread out all down the mountain into something all of its own; the Sin of Wrath, itself. It was a hellacious flame that would eat up and destroy everything that it came into contact with, both good and evil alike. This spark from Mister Sir, of whom would be charged accountable for any damages that were caused, would shoot down the thin line of webbing from Envy's fingertips and all to everything that was connected to those strings.
The fires also spread about the field, surrounding the two of them and blocking off the entire area. It looked like all hell had broken loose and these two, Mister Sir and Envy, had a ring of fire holding them in place for a hellish cage match. The fires of Wrath, which was Wrath, itself, burned up whomever and whatever would touch, including the Wrath Demon, Mister Sir, himself, should he attempt to escape the flames hell bent on keeping him in place where he was. Many burning eyes opened up in the flickering wisps of the flames, staring he and she down and judging them through the fires.
The Puppet God, which was the Master of Envy, possessed by the new owner, the Great Darkness, Tabitha Tensei, would not resist nor hesitate being burned, nor being grabbed involuntarily by Mister Sir. "If You Cannot Watch Me Succeed In Life, You Are Forbidden From Seeing That Point In My Life, By Your Own Circumstance, Which Is What Envy Teaches." Envy could tell when it owned another being, and Mister Sir was clearly Envious of Tabitha being over Envy, which made him under Envy, which seemed to have ignited his Wrath. "Self-Circumcision From Acting Too Soon, Which Is A Sign Of Lust For Taking Something Before Its Time." Mister Sir, himself, was guilty of wanting something too early, which was why he was being sent away and why he was upset about it. He shouldn't have been angry and he shouldn't have left his comrades, such as Envy, who was now appointed over him through Tabitha, who was over Envy.
"And It Will Turn Your Mouth Bitter. So Remember That You're Not Able To Speak, Or You're Not Allowed To See It Happen." Mister Sir, if he uttered even a Wrathful word, or took a Wrathful action, which he'd already more than done, as proof by the burning idol, "Then You'll Reveal Yourself And Your Intentions AGAINST Me." The eyes of Puppet God gleamed, sucking out the soul of Mister Sir, which was the Wrath Demon that was making him unclean. The entire Puppet God ignited and was destroyed by the spontaneous combustion, yet the souls of the Envious still remained, since Wrath was no longer over Envy, by the decision of Wrath, itself. "Even If It's Covered Up By A Billion Other Things, You'll Still Focus Only On The One Thing You Don't Want Me To Have, Which Is Always What I Can Target About You." Now that the eyes of Envy were opened, and the soul of Wrath was exchanged, the flames that burned for Envy would suddenly become purified, and the eyes of Mister Sir would begin to sew themselves shut. He was one of Envy's blind puppets now, and also the new 'Puppet God.'
"You Are Blind To Your Own Reasoning, And Therefore Will Always Have Something Against Me Because Of Something In Your Heads That You Do Not Understand." Now that the Wrath was no longer Mister Sir's fire to bear, because he could not handle it for Holy reasons, he was no longer able to touch it without burning himself, and thus would take the place of and for the one thing he destroyed that he should not have even attempted to touch at all; 'The Puppet God.' Just by his want to touch it at all, and also his actual touching of it, he was condemned to lose his Wrath to himself and to Envy. "You Will Try To Kill Me And My Own Just For Looking At It. I'm Doing You A Favor By Sparing You The Sight." His eyes would be double-stitched, needle and threaded all the way up and down every lash with every lash. "I Have Your Soul BECAUSE Of Where Your Eyes Are. Stop Looking At A Downfall, Before You Actually Get It." The burning essence that stood before him now, 'Tabitha,' the new Holy Wrath, would, once again, bid the new highest lesser, Envy, off to see the flames of destruction all down the web. It looked like a long string of spider silk all lit aflame throughout the entirety of the network.
"You've Been Looking Too Closely At What You Shouldn't, And It Will Hurt Your Eyes GRAVELY To Snatch Them Away From You." The flames of the new Wrath, of which Tabitha would Name 'Santa Muerte,' would converge with those that burned around the stadium, as she seeped deeply into the fires of the burning eyes. Her own eyes were most prominent over them all, and doubled into four, and gleamed a bright blood red at the scornful Envy, which was bare and naked upon the Puppet God that stood now at the center of the ring of Burning Condemnation and Judgment. "Feel Free To Start Throwing Spears And Missing, Falling Just Short, And Wasting Your Time. I'll Watch You And Judge You For Making The Attempt, Since What Matters Is That You Made The Attempt FIRST BEFORE The Matter Of If It Actually Hits Any Form Of A Target." Each of Tabitha's own eyes of Burning Condemnation, which she unlocks through the awakening of her own Wrath, would focus completely on Mister Sir, holding back a searing concentrated beam of pure Burning Condemnation.
"It Definitely Is The Most Bitter Drink."
Mister Sir bowed his head and closed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing that could be done and nothing that he wanted to do should be done nor could be done in a justified manner that would counteract anything of what was spoken to him by either entity. He felt ashamed of himself, which is what burned him up the most. Unfortunately, it still ended up striking a few others, and lighting everything aflame with a spark he'd set, as it could be seen streaming down the strings. His eyes, now shut, even though still shaded, would no longer see his fate nor the rise of the new Holy Wrath, but he bound his own hands behind his back to contain his fury. "I. Hate. Envy." He could not hate the ones that brought down this judgment, no matter how much he might have wanted. Therefore, all of his hatred was directed at Envy, itself, of which now he was. He walked forward after bowing and submitting, this time going to do exactly what needed to be done instead of rebelling against it, like someone he had read about in Scripture. He'd already seen what the outcome of that was and knew that was why he had to do something different. It did not fully quell his fires, but it at least guided them back in the right direction, instead of misguiding them, like a certain fallen one he knew of.
"I'll Be Back," were his last words to them all, as he walked down the sorry path of shame ready to look all the hateful sins down the line in the face and deal with them.
Once Mister Sir departed, the new essence of the Holy Wrath would speak in private through the flames of the Burning Condemnation that surrounded the field as to what the next moves were. "The first thing to do now as Mister Sir burns up everything below us is for my very soul to acquire the flames of the Righteous Fury, the Holy Wrath, and be deemed as the Santa Muerte that burns up all that is wicked." With this said, each of the eyes of the burning ones would close, and a great deal of large, flaming bird-like wings outstretched from the circumference of the ring of fire and out into the sky. Each of them, with just a single flap, would thrust embers about the sky that would rain down like hail.
"Harab Serapel," she called, as many of the flaming debris, which was in the shape of blazing birds, would converge at the center of the flat land, whilst the others dove down the sides and to the lower gates. From here on, the flames of the Holy Wrath would begin to forge Tabitha's burning soul, Tetra, from the flames. Soon, Tetra would stand in Tabitha's stead, and have command over all the Holy Wrath, the Seraphim and the Harab Serapel, all of which were units that were under the Holy Wrath.
"Come, Goddess Of Fury; Santa Muerta, Tetra Tensei."
'Peon :: The Last'
This Was Tetra Tensei's Unit Name And Coordinate For Her Transfer From Where She Once Was To The Binding Of Where She Needed To Be Once The Game Started Up And The 'Goddess Of Fury' Was Needed To Oversee It.
And so, 'The Ruins Of God,' Angel 'Asbeel,' who was under the command of 'Grand Tabritha' as 'The Last' would rise up at her command and be ready to do her bidding. "Yes, My Lord," Asbeel said to Grand Tabritha, kneeling down and waiting patiently.
Flames covered Asbeel's body. She, Tetra, who was under the name of 'Asbeel,' was ignited with what looked like the burning wings of a Red Raven. As Asbeel, her face was covered in a Red Raven mask.
Finally, at long last, Mister Sir, who had been bade off a relatively short time ago during the fiery coronation of the new 'Holy Wrath,' would make his way first back up to the North Gate. This time, he was not alone, but had a great multitude behind him, covered in the Great Darkness that he was no longer fighting, but working in tandem with. As he reached the top of the mountain, with the Great Darkness flowing behind him, his body was now completely made of condensed fire, his eyes were open and gleaming with a bright light, and the souls that were trapped in his body were now the new freshness of his own soul. He stood there before the ring of fire, waiting patiently. "I Have Returned," he spake to the Holy Wrath, with his head bowed to she who was on the other side of the eternal flames. "My Lord." He would kneel down before her, careful not to cross the boundary of the ring of fire, knowing very well what would occur if he did. He awaited the group behind to catch up to him. "The Sins Have Been Taken Care Of. The Wrath Is Clean." As it stood, every one of the sins, including Wrath, itself, had been burnt up. Only the Holy Wrath should have remained. "Mission Complete."
Angel Asbeel, she who stood on the other end of of the Burning Condemnation, yet, was not burning nor being condemned, would turn her attention to inspect the one seeking passage through the Holy Fire. "Oh? Is that so?" She asked, the face of Red Raven, covered in blood, pressing her bird-like mask up toward the wall of fire that destroyed all. "Hmmm..." She looked at Mister Sir's body, then toward the Great Darkness that was slowly making its way up behind him, seeing that he had not left anyone behind and also that, for the most part, the ones that were kept alive were either traumatized to the point where they were ready to be clean, or they were repentant enough in whatever they'd been through that they were eager to wash clean all of their sins. "... Well, you got the Children up the mountain," Asbeel, the Red Raven said with a laugh. "That was indeed all that you needed to do. You are relieved of that duty." The flames parted, and Mister Sir was allowed entry. "Pass." His body, which was now forged in the fire and clean in the fire that protected him, would keep him safe and be the mark of his cleansing.
"But, as you must know, this is not your last task." If he did not know, he would be informed. When he walked through, the fiery gate would close behind him, restricting the access of any of the ones coming up slowly within the Great Darkness. They were still unclean, and, now that they were safely at the top of the mountain, as far as they could go, they would be judged according to what they had done, just as Mister Sir. "The Great Darkness will deal with the ones within her womb. But you and I, we must talk of greater matters at the Top." Those that were at the North Gate that were not Asbeel or Mister Sir, the two of the Holy Wrath, would not be allowed to enter nor follow them. They were still impure, and only the pure could enter to the final test. "Walk with me, Sir. We have much to discuss." Red Raven would start off toward the center of the field, where she hoped Mister Sir was eager to follow. Time was indeed short. "The time has come to talk of other things. Of cabbages and kings." She snickered to herself, adding, "And other seasonings. Heeheehee."
Mister Sir raised his head, with a genuine smile on his face, which glowed like the sun, as would the rest of his body at the elation of his emotion. His entire body would be testament to his righteousness or his unholiness, for, if he got angry unrighteously, it would show in his actions, and he knew this. Yet, he was not afraid nor concerned. His confidence was unparalleled, and for quite a good reason. "Do Tell," he said, passing through the gate that closed up behind him, leaving the group that was within the Great Darkness to be dealt with by and with the Great Darkness. He was very attentive now, ready to hear of things that he both knew and did not know, and more than ready to see things in a new light, just as he, himself, was and would be seen in a new light. He walked patiently with Asbeel, this Red Raven, as one with her and the Wrath of God. He was pleased to know that he was returned to his place, and that his fall was not so great that he could not be lifted up if he were to simply walk upright, as he was supposed to. That gave him great joy.
"With pleasure," Red Raven said with a laugh, both of pleasure and what also seemed to be restraint. Clearly, she knew something about what was about to happen that even Mister Sir didn't, but he would soon be right on the same path as she. "Father!!!" She cried out to the heavens, up to the Seal of the North Gate, "Open Up The Gate!" She waited patiently for the same Voice and Hand that had once cast Mister Sir down and out to lift the two of them up to the final Test, above the Mountain, at its peak. "We'll Talk There, Beyond The Eyes Of The Great Darkness." The Great Darkness also kept the Zero Worlders ignorant, even if they were able to see. They did not need to see the next holy matters until they were settled. Their ignorance was actually very important in the time of Secret Services.
Suddenly, There Was A Great And Loud Rumbling, Like The Sound Of Thunder, Shouting Out And Shaking The Whole Mountain, "WHO DARES!?!?" The Voice Cried Like That Of A Trumpet Blast. Dark Clouds Swirled Overhead, And The Seal That Was Upon The Very Sky Itself That Kept All Beings That Were On The Ground Eternally Trapped On The Ground Would Be Made Clear. From The Center Of The Swirling Clouds, A Parting Would Spiral Outward Into A Great And Powerful Eye, Which Bore Down Over The Fullness Of The Length Of The Ring Of Fire, Which, Too, Was A Seal That Kept The Top Of The Mountain And The Holy Land For Judgment Completely Secure. The Storm Was All About The Outside Of The Ring, Yet The Eye Itself Was Upon The Land Where Angel Asbeel And Angel Samael Stood Ready To Be Judged. "Oh, Is That Someone Whom I Love?" The Voice Spake, With The Eye Of The Storm Shining The Rays Of The Sun Down Upon The Consecrated Area. "Come Up Here!" The Voice Spake Again, The Seal Upon The Sky, Only In A Certain Area Noted By The Bounds Of The Ring Of Fire, Breaking And Shattering At Seeing In The Light That The Two Angels Were Clean.
"Well Done, My Son," The Voice Said To Samael, Whose Alias Was 'Mister Sir,' "You Have Become Clean In My Sight. I Even Hear It In The Song Of Your Voice. Yet, Being Clean And Remaining Clean Are Two Separate Tests." And So, The Right Hand Of Mercy Would Reach Down As A Ray Of Loving, Warm Light Stretching All Across The Breadth Of The Consecrated Area, In Plain Sight, And Would Draw Up Both Asbeel And Samael As They Were, In A Rapture. They Would Be Taken Up To The Top Of The Mountain, The Very Peak, Of Which None Except He Who Once Was, Moses, Had Seen. At That Moment, When The Two Were Taken Up Into The Light, Up To The Peak, Known Here As The 'Formorti Zenith,' The Parting Of The Clouds And The Broken Seal Would Both Fold In Upon Themselves And Repair, Binding The Land And Suppressing It With A Great Gravity That None That Were Below The Seal Could Break. Even If They Were To Fly, They Would Never Pass Through The Seal, And Instead Simply Go Off Into Space, Which Was Naught But An Illusion Of Them No Longer Being Trapped. These Ones That Thought That Exiting The Atmosphere Was The Breaking Of The Seal Would Never See The Light, And Would Always Be Looking At Darkness For Eons And Fathoms Beyond.
There Was Complete Silence Afterward, And The Great Darkness Would Be Allowed To Take Over From There In The Stead Of The Greater Darkness.
The Great Darkness, which also ruleth over Sloth, through the Slowth, that had been over the entire group of Zero Worlders and creating a great and powerful gap between they and all the events that they had seen and experienced, would be released from the cover of the Great Darkness, and, before them, the entire cloud that protected them would condense before them as the same Slowth that had once protected them during the time of traversing the Sin of Sloth, yet also had disappeared. It, too, was just now catching up to them during the time of Wrath, which was also why the group would be experiencing the test of Wrath that both Mister Sir and Red Raven had already passed. Their ignorance was part of 'Sloth,' for, everything that fell under 'Ignorance' was also under 'Sloth,' and known as 'The Gap.'
"Okaaaay, time to fill you in," The Great Darkness said, rising up from over the cover of the Slowth, which now would stand full form before the massive group of Zero Worlders. "Again." Though its voice was clearly heard, it would not be received properly at first due to the Ignorance of the entire group, which, too, was part of their Sloth. Thus, being Patient with the Slothful, those Ignorants, was key, for they would not be able to react or process how they should react properly for a little bit of time. "I'll Wait," the Great Darkness said, seeping directly into her chosen vessel, the 'Slowth,' which would deal with the Ignorant Masses and their Ignorance to fill them in before they were able to pass through the fullness of the fire that they were now standing before, at the place of judgment, which could have been called 'Armageddon' and 'The Apocalypse.' The Great Darkness inside of the Slowth whistled nonchalantly.
You stand at what seems to be the top of the mountain, as far as You can pass, having slowly trod Your way up behind Mister Sir, who had shown You all of these things. The last thing You had seen, which was some sort of actual religious experience that You had thought was completely fake, even when You were praying to God, happened right before Your eyes. As You stand dumbfounded, questioning what is real and what is fake, and if God is a lie or not, even after You had already prayed to Him and figured out that He actually was, You are still in disbelief because You had never actually seen anything holy in Your life, but only things that were unholy that you were asking protection from.
"What?" You stand there for a bit, trying to process. "... W... What?" You don't even know how to fully come to terms with what You had seen, and try to convince Yourself that it was all just a hoax, but cannot explain it. "... Wait, didn't we already deal with you? We... We overcame this sin, right? All the other ones, too?" From what You have seen, You had already completed dealing with the 7 Deadly Sins, so You are also confused as to why You are seeing this one, which You remember was known at the time of Sloth, as the 'Slowth.' "What... Is going on?" You eventually realize that the Sloth is still Sloth, but You are confused as to why You hadn't overcome Sloth if You had already passed it. "... What?"
"Say 'What' Again," The Slowth threatened, somewhat comically, yet also quite seriously, "Say 'What' One More Motherfucking Time." The Slowth sighed, closing its eyes, which looked something like vivid distortions to the eyes of those whose minds could not process the speed of its movements. "Your 'Sloth' Is Your Ignorance. Because You Do Not Know What Is Going On, And Have BARELY Understood The Events That Have Come To Pass, You Have Not Actually Dealt With The Sin Of Sloth, And, Instead, The 'Sin Of Sloth' Is Only Just Now Coming Upon You In The Fullness Of Its Force." This, too, was something that would incur the other Sins in them, which was why this would be explained to them very slowly and very delicately. In that time, other things would be happening beyond them. "Your Sins Are Still Inside Of You, As People, But Through Fear, They Were Subdued For Only A Time. Now, Since You Are At The Top Of The Mountain, Yet, You Have Not Actually Done What Is Necessary On Your Own To Cleanse Your Sins Individually, You Actually Have A Test Separate From The One Who Led You Up Here To Reveal These Things To You. Thus, You Must Travel Back Down The Mountain Of Sin And Clean It Through Virtue." If this information incurred Wrath in them, then many would be taken already, and become examples to the others that they were not only still unclean, but also had work to do after their eyes had been opened to all of the Sins. "Patience Is A Virtue," the Slowth's distorted voice bellowed dauntingly. "You Have Your OWN Work To Do."
You stand perplexed and in disbelief for quite a while, trying to come to terms with the words You have just been told. "... This is a joke, right?" You say, with Your friends around you feeling and thinking the same. "Go back DOWN the mountain? No way. You can't be serious." You stand around, playing it off for a while, chuckling and carrying on with Your friends. "We JUST got here. Besides, we're all tired after just getting this far, anyway. You can't make us go back down." You end up continuing to do as you did, feeling triumphant and talking among Your friends about what a crazy ride it was, and how You are ready to move on to the next trial after overcoming the Seven Deadly Sins. Some of You decide you might throw a party or something, many are in pleasant moods, ready to celebrate for the triumph. There is much chatter among You about the events that have transpired, quite engaging, at that.
The Slowth that is standing between the group and the fire glares at you with eyes filled with foresight. "Is That So...?" its voice bellows, as its body disperses into darkness. Suddenly, it can no longer be seen, nor its voice be heard, yet the faint images of eyes flickering about all around you imprint themselves in the very air. The Slowth stops speaking to you, but its piercing eyes remain ever watchful. As they blink, they fade away and appear elsewhere around you, disappearing and reappearing in a multitude of distorted visuals, yet there is always an eye over the group in some way, shape or form at all times even if none are paying attention nor can see. "Don't Say I Didn't Warn You..." it said, as it allowed its presence, which was keeping their Sins from catching up to them, to finally disperse and return the flow of Time and Space around them to a regularity.
Once the Zero Worlders lost the protection of the Slowth that was covering them and shielding them with its Sloth, no longer allowing their Ignorance to be protected, the Wrath poured out in full measure from the flames that were once docile and blocked off by the Slowth's body, which slowed down the very Wrath, itself, from striking down the peoples.
"WHO DARES?!?!?!?" a terrible outrageous voice cried from the very fire, itself. "WHAT ARE YOU UNHOLY THINGS DOING HERE!? YOU DARE NOT LISTEN!?!?" Whether they knew or not, they all were not supposed to be up to this point without either being clean or having an escort. "YOU DID NOT EVEN COMPLETE YOUR TASK OF GETTING ME MY WATER." From that, they should have realized that this was the very mountain itself speaking to them, just as it had done once before at the bottom, when it sent them up, and before they were under the cover and protection of the Great Darkness whose words and protection they had just ignorantly rejected, believing that they, themselves, had accomplished something on their own. "GO BACK DOWN THERE AND STAY OUT OF MY SIGHT!!" As the voice screeched out to them, the flames of Wrath that encircled the top of the mountain would burst forth and scorch them, washing over the entire group.
Many would be inflamed, now, burning with Hatred, Fury, Anger and Wrath; every intensity of emotional fire, and many with actual fire, which would burn up their minds, bodies and souls as it spread over them. "WHO TOLD YOU TO DISOBEY?!?" Whether it was the voice of the mountain or the voice of the Great Darkness, the ignorant ones who were so haughty as to succumb to their own Pride in themselves would find themselves afflicted once more, now, by a terrible Sin that ignited the others in them once more. It would be as if the ones that were conquered hadn't left them, yet, would be raised up out of the group, instead of as entities that were outside of them. "GET OUT!!!" the fires raged, burning up and destroying anyone that got close and did not flee immediately.
You are suddenly left alone by Your guide. By the time You really realize what this means, the fire from the mountain is already upon you, scorching you with harshness and terrible afflictions. Enraged that You feel betrayed and led astray, only to find out that the trip was completely pointless, You begin to search for someone to blame for Your own transgressions. You immediately throw down the name of God, but because You cannot find something physical to take out Your aggressions on, You turn to each other and cast blame on each other. "This is YOUR fault!" You say to Your friends, family and lovers, "If I didn't follow YOU then I wouldn't be here right now!!" When push comes to shove, quite literally, a large bit of the group has become a mosh pit; an angry mob, completel inflamed with themselves and others around them, but not a one seeking to consider themselves for what has been done. Sooner or later, You are one big mass of burning chaos, slaying each other and harming each other until You feel content with Yourself.
"That's right..." the voice from the fires mutters sweetly, yet with a tinge of hostility, "... Destroy each other." This saved the fire trouble doing it, itself. Many eyes open up within the fire, but as anger and hatred spread about the mass, thinning out their numbers all on their own, the fire, known as Wrath, hasn't even truly moved, yet. In fact, it has only manipulated the group and influenced them with its will alone, and hasn't even acted upon its true power. "... Wrath Incarnates," it speaks out to the ones that are angered by whatever event has caused them this much emotional agitation, "... Rise Up."
These demons of Wrath, known as 'Satans,' would become completely consumed by fire, burning the most out of everyone. Where there was peace, they would cause discord and chaos, simply because they could not stand seeing others happy if they were burning on the inside. "You have nothing to be happy about," the voice of the fire spake directly into the minds of the ones that were angered, "So, no one else does, either." From there, the eyes of Wrath merely rested on its minions, which would spread the fire as it saw fit without Wrath, itself, having to move. "Hmhmhmhm... Foolish, disgusting creatures..." Wrath, itself, hated all of them, including its own. They, especially, looked like nothing but horrendous abominations made only to exact its will and complete its goal. Something like Mister Sir had once seen these people as, himself, when he was possessed by Wrath. Now, the Unholy Wrath, which was back to being an entity all of its own, has possession of different vessels, since Mister Sir had become part of the Holy Wrath. The Unholy Ones were tested with fire, just as he was, and if they could not overcome, they would burn up and die before they could get to where they wanted to.
Though a vast majority of the group is angry and causing a problem, the more innocent of the group, who really were just following what they thought was the best path and weren't fully concerned with just their own salvation would begin to speak out, being unable to take witnessing these things for very long. "Wait! This isn't right!" You, who are attempting to make peace amongst the angry, cry out. "Maybe if we work together, we can come to a better solution! What will fighting do?" Your group is small now, but You at aleast know that You are the ones not trying to kill anyone nor destroy anything, which sets You apart from the ones that are, and You can tell the difference. You are certainly afraid, but at the same time, You also are disgusted and appalled and cannot stand to just sit around and watch these things happen. "Please stop fighting!"
"NO!!!" cried out the burning ones, hellbent on getting their revenge for being brought up only to be abandoned and feeling betrayed "THIS IS NOT MY FAULT, SO I WON'T TAKE IT!!!" They cry out, now suddenly turning against you. "YOU'RE WITH THE ENEMY!! KILL THEM!!!" In their blindness of rage, they see only that you are not on their side, and therefore must be slaughtered because you do not agree with them, even if whatever they are doing is against your belief or feeling or thoughts or practices. They seem to care nothing for you, but only about themselves and that you side with them.
These ones, encircled in fire, and emanating a burning aura, would become deformed and ugly right before you as their true nature was brought up out of them through Wrath, itself. Thus, upon their heads, ugly, gnarled horns would sprout, which symbolized their opposition to anything and everyone that was not following them or under them. They would be the mark of everyone that was guaranteed to fight you on anything they did not agree with, quite savagely and mercilessly, at that. This was only the first step of their ungodly transformation.
"TRAITORS!!!" They cried out, their mouths spewing a stinking fire like that of burning sulfur, "YOU WERE NEVER ONE OF US!! YOU'RE PROBABLY LIKE THE ONE THAT LEFT US!!" Not realizing nor considering anything they'd done to be abandoned, the ones left behind immediately shot out infernal things from their mouths; a mixture of slander, hatred, contempt and opposition, as well as many other things, which formed as a flame with a foul stench surrounding each of them, marking them with an odor that was on their breath, like alcohol, and on their bodies, like dirt, all of which was highly flammable.
"DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!!!" the horned ones cried, ready to take down whatever they thought was their enemy without any attempt to understand or recognize. Immediately, their legs would be wrapped in flames that contorted them into those of a goat or a ram, with cloven hooves that were 'quick to rush into evil.' They charged rather swiftly, and if any of them got in each other's way, their arms would transmogrify grotesquely with the sound of snapping bones and charring flesh into those of the arms of bears, with long, sharp claws that were as quick to cause bloodshed as their feet were to rush into the evil of destruction and battle for literally no reason at all but vanity and selfishness of Pride. Over them, the large hand mirror, Pride, itself, would be casting a spotlight on them, since the vessel hadn't been destroyed. Now, this Sin was possessed by Wrath, since Greed had been destroyed. The face of the Satans, which these bestial creatures were called, would be inside the mirror, and the fire of Wrath would fill the interior.
They were coming to kill you.
"The Ugly Ones Have Finally Shown Their Faces Among Your Group," A Voice Spake To The Ones That Wished For Peace, From Beyond Their Sight. "Do Not Butt Heads With Them, Or You Will Become Like Them, And The Flames Of Wrath Will Spread Unto You And Make You Ugly, Like They Are." Behind Them, They Would See A Man That Had A Turban On His Head, With A Body Like That Of A Stick, Rather Skeletal, Yet Covered In A Divine Aura, And With A Thick, Hearty Moustache Upon His Face, And A Huge Nose. His Pelvis Was Wrapped In A Clean Robe, And His Legs Were Crossed In A Meditative State Over It. "Come, This Way!" He Called Out To Those Who Did Not Seek The Same Antagonism As The Horned Ones, "Follow Me." The Strange Man Floated Away, Without Moving His Body, Rather Swiftly.
You, who are now the enemy of those who were once with You, but now have suddenly been consumed by their own hatred, which has turned them into, or perhaps revealed them to be, an ugly and abominable creature that You were once blind to because they were not upset before due to both Fear and also getting their way, would look on in terror as they came to assault you, like they had done their own. You fear for Your life, because all You wanted to do was to make peace and they wanted to find something to take their hatred out on. Knowing You are outnumbered, You feel helpless and woeful, not wanting Your end to come in this fashion.
Yet, there was a light that was behind You; a floating, glowing man in a turban, of whom is insisting that he may be able to help You escape as long as You follow. When given the option between staying and fighting these terrible demons, as You are clear that they must be at this point, You instead follow behind this man to what You hope is Your safety, with very much haste. Wherever he leads, You follow, and hope You outrun the Wrath incarnates.
The angry monsters, the Wrath Demons, known as 'Satans,' would seek to pursue the 'traitors' that were escaping, but were lost in their own rage with each other to actually catch up before one of them got in the way of the other, or caused another to stumble before the other. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!" one cried, ramming a horned head into another.
"HOW ABOUT YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH!?" the rammed one hissed, the sound of a gas leak pouring from the back of the throat, something like the sound of a hissing serpent. Immediately, fire ignited among the two of them, and there was a vicious explosion that blew the group apart, causing all of them to be knocked around and toppling all over each other. Yet, the moment they got up, they all started to look toward the one that caused it, and if he couldn't be found, anyone that was nearby would do. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! NOW THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!!!" They cried, getting up immediately to ram into each other, knocking their own heads around. Those with longer larger horns would easily bash the heads in of the ones with smaller horns, and the ones with smaller horns would be trampled underfoot in a bloody mess.
When they mowed over each other and won their respective battles with whomever was against them, those that hadn't yet turned against each other would look around now, trying to search for a new target to butt heads with. "WHERE DID THEY GO!?" They cried, looking around, becoming more and more enraged the longer they did not get what they desired.
"FOOOOOLS!!!!!!!!!" the fire, Wrath, itself, cried out to them. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU UGLY THINGS!!! I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!!!" The fire, itself reared up, in the shape of an enormous goat-like dragon head, harboring ten huge horns, and a long, scruffy beard of fire. "FILTHY CRETINS!!!!" Immediately, it rushed forward with a powerful force unlike anything any of them had ever seen, bursting forward through the entirety of the trail of the mountain and either killing them on the spot or knocking them away with such force, they would all fall off the mountain as a rain of fire, striking the very base of the mountain, just as the voice of the flames had commanded them to return to. "NEVER DISOBEY ME AGAIN, YOU INFERNAL IMPS." When the unholy unsightly ungodly creations were knocked away, the flame would become docile again, and the eyes would close.