The massive clock tower provided a perfect view of the streets of London. Down below, despite it being nearly 10 P.M. at this point, there were still large amounts of people walking along the sidewalks. A steady stream of cars traveled up and the street. They called the tower, "Big Ben." Its eponym was said to be Sir Benjaman Hall. A civil engineer who oversaw the clocks installation. Surrounded by all kinds of art galleries and museum, the massive clock tower stood as one of the pinnacles of architecture and engineering from the old world. The world before magic.
A feat of engineering like this could be easily replicated now. All of the world, many of the continents had adopted their own massive clock towers, ones infinitely larger, and infinitely better looking than the Big Ben. In Asia, they had a massive clock tower that pierced the very clouds themselves. At midnight, a bell would chime, a bell so loud and resonate that it seemed to be a sound that was coming from the heavens above. In North America, they had a clock that with combination of fire magic, every hour when it chimed, it would release fire spell that burned the time into the air for a brief moment, for all to see.
In truth, compared to modern day architecture, this clock tower was irrelevant. It was pitiful. It was an archaic structure in this new modern world of magic, which made it stand out all the more. That did bear the question though: Why was it still standing? Why was it left unchanged?
"It's only natural that they'd want to cling to their feeble creations. The pitiful marks that they left this world with. For nothing more than the purpose of maintain their own ego. That is why this archaic piece of trash still stands."
A voice spoke. It was a man, who was dressed in a perfect white suit, that held not even a speck of dust. He also had perfectly clean blonde hair which flowed in the wind. He sat on the ledge of the clock tower, allowing his long legs to dangle over the edge. Underneath him, the town of London went about its business. They looked like fleas. No, an army of termites was a more accurate description of the pathetic beings below him.
"Then let's blow it off its hinges. Destroy it. Blow away the foundations and allow this marker of the past to be lost to history. The only way that things can be reset is through destruction. Long ago, there was a very smart man. He came up with a beautiful quote. 'The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.' Wrath and destruction. Thats the only way you can bring about rebirth." Another voice suggested behind the man.
He was also tall, and he stood next to the man in the white suit. His outfit consisted of a long dark purple trench coat that flowed in the wind. One of his eyes was covered by an eyepatch. He wore a dark and sinister smile on his face, as he watched the people down below him, and talked of chaos and destruction.
"How violent of you. Is violence the only way you know to express yourself? All that effort, and for what? To achieve what? At the end of the day, would it not be better to let them go as is? Is this show of holding on to the past hurting anyone? If not, then why put the effort into trying to tear it down?"
Another voice spoke. This one belonged to a woman. She was laying on the ledge of the clock tower, with a hand dangling over the edge, swinging back and forth. He other hand was in front of her mouth, as she was seemingly trapped in an endless yawn. Her long messy braids spilled over the ledge as well, but it didn't seem like she was going to make any move to fix them. She was dressed in shorts as well as an oversized hoodie. She had white sandals on her feet as well.
"I have to say, I don't agree with that violent man slut's ramblings, but I can't exactly get along with your slothfulness. With that beautiful of a body, the fact that you can just lay around doing nothing is such a waste of potential~"
This time, an even higher pitched voice came. She was standing on the base of where the peak of the tower began. She had light skin, and curls that bobbed up and down as she spoke. She was dressed in scandalous outfit. A miniskirt that might as well have been a belt, and a fuzzy crop top. She held a hand to her chest, right above her heart. Or at least, tried to. Certain obstacles got in her way. "Look at all of them down there. It makes my heart flutter and break to think they don't know of my beauty. To think that they don't worship me~ And when they lay eyes on me for the first time, they'll have no choice but to bow down before. They will have no choice but to submit to their lust. I wonder why~"
"How greedy of you. To assume that they must worship your existence. To assume that all of them most become your personal slaves?" This voice came from the very tippy top of the tower, were a man stood on the peak. He wore a suit that was similar to the man in white, however his suit was completely black. There was a cigarette in his mouth, and his white hair flowed in the wind.
"How hypocritical of you to talk of greed. And there is more to beauty then just adulation." The man in the white suit said. He moved to stand, and as he did, the other 3 turned to attention, except for the girl who was laying down. "Just make sure that you keep that hypocrisy away for long enough to complete you mission." The man then reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. He unfolded it, before reading it. He then held it up behind him for the others to see. There were two words written on the paper.
Gluttony.
Envy.
The man then let go of the paper, allowing it to fly away in the wind. "You all know the task. Go wherever you like. Before the first of November, I want you to find two subtle candidates." With that, the man turned to look down at the people walking the streets of London. Of the insects that were below him. His face contorted into an expression of disgust.
"Pathetic beings."
And then he took a step, allowing himself to fall straight down towards them.