"Still... we should take a look. I mean, nothing good can come out of some glass shattering, right?"
"..."
"What?"
"Even an angel cares more about things happening in our castle than you do, Asmodai! Get up and go take a look about what is going on right now!"
"I'm going! I'm going! Seriously now. Why do you always wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Enough!!!"
"What? It's not like I'm wrong! You are always grumpy!"
"... Is he always like this?"
"You really don't know anything about us kiddo?"
"All I need to know is the fact that the seven of you fell from Heaven and became the rulers of Hell and capital sins."
"And do you know who is who?"
"Does it really matter?"
"You- never mind. We'll enlighten you."
"Beelzebub, capital sin Greed."
"A pleasure to meet you, again."
"Thanks?"
Hmm... At 2 meters height he has the robust construction of a Hunter who spent a lot of time on the battlefield, his white hair was cut short, arranged in spikes at the back, and two long strands that could have been called percussion at one point, reached to the base of his neck, framing his face made of hard angles. The protruding mandible suggested strength, and the tall cheekbones exposed his aristocratic roots, slightly fleshy nose and slightly disproportionate lips, the lower one being fuller than the upper one harmonizing pleasantly, but the real impressive things about him were the hot lava eyes that they shone with their own energy and the sign that stretched above the left arch, a red sphere surrounded by two other rings, descending over the eyes and ending on the cheekbones in two elegant spirals.
"Envy."
"Monsters are born out of envy. Name's Leviathan."
"Nice to meet you."
As tall as Beelzebub, his figure was rather slender, that of a performance swimmer, not a Hunter. The straight hair of an intense green, that of the woods in the middle of summer, reached to the level of the chest and was, as usual, given on the right side, two thin braided and tightly glued tails started from the temple and got lost somewhere behind the ear, preventing his hair from reaching the left side. His face had a pleasing skeleton with high cheekbones, a straight, aristocratic nose, and full lips on which he almost always played a defiant smile. His eyes were truly fascinating, with a mesmerizing pale pink that turns blood-red around the pupil, their identical shape to that of cats making them even more impressive.
"Mammon."
Next, my eyes fell on Mammon, who had meanwhile risen and walked steadily toward us. His imposing figure was surrounded by a long black cloak around his neck with a seven-pointed star, a gold brooch encrusted with two rows of sapphires and rubies. He had the same aristocratic features as Leviathan, but his jaw was not as prominent, showing less strength of character than envy. His brown hair was just over his shoulders falling in curls wide on the back, two golden strands burning his face and almost entering his eyes the color of molten gold. His left ear was adorned with three onyx earrings in the shape of a circle, triangle, and rhombus, respectively, and on three of the fingers of his right hand were rings of solid white gold, each bearing either his seal or a demonic seal.
"Stinginess! Lucifer said barely refraining from laughing when the golden eyes shot him a deadly look."
"Stinginess does more damage than your sword, kiddo! Mammon is the name! Said the demon, examining me from head to toe before pulling a ruby rose from inside his cloak and clipped it on my hair."
"Rosemary, he's ...
"Don't even think about it, Lucifer! He warned him with a mischievous smile, revealing sharp fangs."
"I guess you're Anger, right? I asked, intentionally emphasizing his sin."
"Amon is the name, and those who do not give up anger laugh last! Try not to forget!"
Amon, the frown being clear proof that he was Anger. His figure was a little over 2 m, and he was so well-trained that no whole-minded Hunter would have put up with him, considering his volcanic temperament. The red-haired mane stopped at the bottom of his shoulder blades and framed his face in a manner incredibly similar to that of a lion's mane. His face denotes strength elegantly: the straight nose harmonizes perfectly with the lips that are too full and with the cheekbones highlighted by the whiteness of the skin. His eyes were also evidence of a force barely controlled: his pupil was orange, and his iris as red as his blood. In each ear was a small earring with a ruby stone, and on the glue of the shirt the mother-of-pearl he wore was visible one part the outline of the seal that covered the entire left side of his chest and rises above the collarbone.
"Laziness."
"Belphegor's the name. Laziness is the sin."
"You know, getting up from the chair never killed anyone! I said."
"Why take the risk? He replied, winking at me."
The only one left seated was Belphegor, who was looking at us amused with his hands folded across his chest and his long legs thrown over the corner of the table. His sand-colored hair was cut short on the right side and arranged in spikes, and on the left side it passed over his shoulders in unevenly cut strands and died in three colors: green, purple and red; but it was largely hidden by the wide hood like his cloak. The first time took your breath away: the pupil was white, and the iris of a light and warm blue the color of the clear summer sky. The strange eye was surrounded by its seal, a black spot that further highlighted the unreal colors of his eyes, and around his neck twisted three times a silver chain, the tightest loop reaching under the collarbones, and the widest just below the chest.
"It seems like Asmodai will be back soon enough-"
"Lucifer, you have the worst timing in history!"
The velvet and almost hypnotic voice belonged to Asmodai. Fortunately, the only capital sin Lust. His 2 m figure was well-built by the thousands of hours of training, but the clothes that covered him were in a mess that said more than a thousand words: the white shirt carefully embroidered around the collar and cuffs was wrinkled and open at the first three buttons, the black trousers were equally wrinkled and hung sinfully from the bottom on the narrow hips, and the straps that should have held them up were no longer in place, hanging them uselessly around the thighs. The brown hair with blue reflections and half to the back was in a total mess, the usual bun that prevents the front strands from entering his eyes missing, so that a wavy strand covered half of his forehead, stopping just above the eye. Right. His straight nose and high cheekbones, in combination with his white skin, gave him the charm the demon of carnal desire needed, and his full lips were swollen and lightly smeared with red lipstick. His eyes still had traces of desire in them, looking even more impressive than they were: the iris of an electric blue in which were turquoise strands was surrounded by a black sclerosis. The effect was mesmerizing, with the pupil in the middle and black sclerotic, those blue irises, the only spots are color, they were a million times more intense. The medallion with a bullet-shaped pendant from Lapis was wrapped around his right wrist.
"And he is always, the late capital sin Lust!"
"Now that introductions were properly made. Amodeus! Did you find out what happened?"
"Funny thing. There was nothing wrong. Just a broken vase due to the hunters hurrying to the training grounds per Toths orders. Apparently he has something in his mind that he wants to try out."
"And what did it take you so long to get your ass back here?"
"You meant, my sexy ass. Well, someone needed my help. How could I have said no?"
"..."
"Is he always like this? I asked referring to his character."
"You will get used at some point, I guess."
I could see clearly the fact that Lucifer wanted to say more than what he did, but he refrained for some reason I wonder why? What is he hiding? And why do I even care? They are my enemies, I shouldn't get all nice and friendly with them. I shouldn't be letting my guard down around them, but here I am doing it. Why? Why do I find so easy to fell accepted here? Why does it fell so nostalgic, so..? I don't know... like I'm home, like I'm where I was supposed to be to begin with? So many questions are running through my mind, but I don't have even one single answer. Or maybe I do, but I just can't make ends meet due to the fact that I'm missing that something. That something which is the final catalyst to make me finally realize what in the world is actually happening with me, to me.