The Sins had gathered around the dining table after their meal and sat with somber faces. The leader of the group could only sigh heavily as his friends tried their best not to show their feelings. Chaos and unpredictability, were the backbone and trademark of their group after all. But the tragedy that happened earlier that day seemed to have latched an eerie feeling in their chest.
Gluttony fidgeted his plump fingers on his lap, attempting to remain calm as the air between the youngest member and their leader became unbearable and tense. There was no shred of remorse in Wrath's eyes. Something about the time between her conversation with Alistair and Pride had pushed the gears in her brain. Her ultimate and only plan in order to put an end on the misery of countless souls over centuries, she had finally decided on what to do.
