"You too?" Death gazed into the shadows where Lust and Wrath had been eavesdropping. "Is everyone just trying to get on my nerve tonight?"
"I'm just here for the fight," Wrath uttered nonchalantly.
"There's no fighting. So, I suggest you and your cronies should just go back to whatever posh houses you came from and never bother us again," Death warned.
"Fine by me," Wrath tried to leave but was stopped by her roommate.
"We're not going anywhere without Pride," Lust defended.
Without a warning, War leapt towards Lust and landed a punch on his stomach. Pride instinctively pounced on his brother's attacker and plowed on his back. War let out a dry heave as Lust shoved him off onto the ground. He got up and tackled Pride in a blind rage; pummeling him down on his back. As he raised his fist to take a swing, a set of hands grabbed hold of his suspended wrist.
