Not all of the lesser sins had been made equal, some were strong, some had powers of incredible uses.
One of them in particular, had remained tormented by the curse placed on him, crushed by what had been forcefully and unfairly placed upon him, Suicide had only wanted to die and even after the weakening of the curse, unlike Idolatry's his own immortality had remained potent.
Even being completely erased was seemingly not enough to kill him, the lesser sin obeyed the orders given to him even if he saw nothing of worth in doing anything.
For the longest time, he had been but a husk, drained of any will after trying so earnestly to find a way to break his curse, this had all changed when he had met the beautiful dark elf named Aliara, she had been like a ray of sunlight, shining upon him and giving him newfound determination.
After taking some time to prepare himself and then pestering Occult to use his endless mana to use a spell to find her, the latter hadn't been very easy, Occult was a very bizarre mage and had always been of the school of not using any components or tools to use magic, he was one to use his mana, his body and nothing else to cast his spells.
This utter commitment was exactly why Occult had so much respect for Vainglory as she was of the same crust as him and so accomplished.
This, however, led to a problem as such specific spells would be greatly simplified by using a material belonging to the target, Suicide had managed to forage some of her hair but Occult wouldn't have none of it.
This caused suicide search for Aliara to stall for a while but today was the day, not the day Occult found her but the day Suicide would go find her that is.
"Wish me luck" he said to one of his fellow lesser sin.
Abuse just stood there, silently and probably not having even heard or noticed Suicide was here, this made him very easy to talk to since he wouldn't answer and wouldn't tell anyone if he said something objectionable or absolutely stupid.
"Ah love! Isn't it a beautiful thing? What do you think Lust?" spoke Greed as she entered the general area Suicide and Abuse where in with Lust in tow.
"Makes me sick to my stomach" simply stated Lust, disgusted by the very notion of it.
"Welp, you are useless Lust, don't you have any advice for him?" probed Greed, since Lust didn't seem willing to share her wisdom herself.
"What about you mummy?" spat Lust back and Greed just rubbed her chin in wonder.
"No clue, my only love is with gold" she responded with her toothless smile.
"I find that unlikely, how long have you been around? You never seduced a rich merchant or had a love story with some gold elemental or something?" Suicide just watched from the side as his two superior in technical terms were just having a back and forth.
"Nope, I spent my time before being a sin and all as a merchant in some dungeon, selling stuff to some adventurers you know? Time is money, I couldn't afford to waste it back then, now that I am an undead, I can afford to relax some more, especially when I have passive income!" explained Greed before Lust decided to share her very astute tips on how to seduce a lady.
"So first, you want to do some spotting around the area, learn her habits and that of her close ones, then you need to sneak up on her, then you use whatever, drugs, chemicals, a rock you found somewher-"
"Oookay, I think that will be enough for today Lust..." cut off Greed as she realised her blindfolded friend didn't have a single clue what seduction actually meant.
"Just go with your guts Suicide, as long as you don't do anything recommended by Lust, it should go fine" Greed taped his shoulder and gave him a thumb up.
"Is there something wrong with my advice? As long as she's knocked out, he has access to free and unlimited-" argued Lust.
"I think you have skewed perception of relationships" responded Greed as she led the blindfolded sin away.
It was always a bizarre experience but one grew accustomed to the weird dynamics of sin to sin communication, Abuse had the advantage of not responding with insane answers at least.
Coming in after the two cardinal sins had left, the lamb of nightmare, also know as Euthanasia decided to also say his piece.
"You are immortal and accustomed to pain, just hope she is into domination" he said with his cute little lamb face and his demonic voice.
"What?" Suicide wasn't sure if Euthanasia had really just said that or not.
"..."
"Could you repeat what you just said?"
"..."
"..."
The two just stared at each other in complete silence for a while.
"Bah" eloquently delivered the unholy lamb before walking away in a cutesy manner.
Suicide turned to the vague and transparent shape that was Abuse only to find out that even the sin with the mind ravaged had prefered leaving.
'Anyways... I'll just get going and pray for the best' he cheered to himself adjusting his new clothes before starting walking as upright as he could.
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While some were busy with matters of the heart, some were busy recovering their very beings.
This was the case with a certain angel, Wrath flew down, landing before an old pillar amidst ancient ruins of what was once a glorious city.
She didn't know anything about the city and the remnants didn't tell as much but she just felt like it was once the case, an indication that this place had once held some meaning to her, like many other before this one.
The gigantic pillar was hollowed up and in the throroughly explored ruins, it was the only place of interest, inside, various murals depicted mundane things such as the creation of the world and the creation of the first beings to set foot on it.
She didn't like these murals, she felt like spitting at them for their mere existence.
It was quite problematic for Wrath for the things that actually angered her to not make much sense to her, it was instinctual, like with her wings, it simply felt right to hate what they depicted.
They weren't the first of their kinds she had ran into but she had yet to unlock the memories related to them, in fact, the discovery of her forgotten memories was taking much longer than anticipated, ever since she had sprouted her wings again, she hadn't remembered anything of value.
Not even her name had been uncovered.
Walking to the very end of the hollowed pillar, she discovered a mural she hadn't seen before, one of an eye in the clouds, shining some sort of light on the people below.
Amidst the people, one stood out, the person wasn't receiving any of the light but stood above the others and seemed to be speaking, the others were listening attentively, their eyes on the man as they prayed.
After a few seconds of looking at it, Wrath's rapier was stabbed right through eye and her saber into the speaking man, she felt furious.
"False god" she unconsciously whispered as her pierced eye bled profusely.
Memories came back violently and she remembered that she had something to do, something to accomplish.