(NOT JUST A SIMPLE WARNING) “DO you understand, Beatrice?” Not just a simple warning, no, it is definitely not just a warning at all. But a threat that Tucker slams inside Beatrice mind and shatter her confidence in a satisfying way. Just like how they do everything, how an embodiment of a sin like him finish such charade. “Your desperation.” His taunting and the words that flips the moment upside down. With him, the sin of Sloth holding the upper hand that was once from a moment ago is something that Beatrice holds. But now slips from her grip and put her into the predicament that is slowly consuming him from the dark presence and darkness that Tucker is looming right in front of her. “Your little game and desire that could never be compared to our God.” Tucker continue to taunts her, with his now blood red shot eyes. “Wake up Beatrice! You maybe a pure darkness that couldn’t never be compared to us. But your presence and mana that is as little as an ant. Who

(MIKE’S SIN) “MIKE.” A bit surprise by the sudden call from Keith. Mike looks up with the expression that is expressing his inferiority complex. A sign that Keith now anyone of them wanted to see from him. Mike’s somewhat stupid disfunction that boils Luke’s anger. “You should know what you need to do.” Keith reminded, “You are not weak, none of us is.” He walks towards him and close, slowly holding his face that all of them knew how handsome and a perfect sculpted like he is. “But that inferiority is a huge dissatisfaction. A disfunction.” Wide eyes, Mike is offended and deeply hurt by those words. His emotion that immediately shows on his face. A thing that is worst than death for anyone of them. “Remember Mike, your sin should be at the very top of your head. You should be perfect, be that perfect embodiment. In that way none of us will be disappointed, and maybe Luke will finally accept you.” Words that drops like the world heaviest stone a

(ON TOP OF LUST)“AIRA MENDEZ.”With a sly smile and a bit of a lustful gaze from her eyes. Beatrice whispers that holder’s name. The person that somehow flashes to her mind. Like she is being provoked to look at the holder’s profile and is telling her something that she couldn’t even resist on doing and should be fast.“Right.” She even smiles wide, picturing the face of the holder and the one who stupidly owns the Lust’s heart. “The holder of Goddess Aquarius, guardian of the elemental water and one of the most powerful four elements.”She whispers, scanning her list, while all along at the back of her mind is her still lingering irritation for the rejection that Tucker decided from her offer.“Our loyalty is pure. Our darkness is just like yours. We serve only one master, and we can have the things and person that we desire without anyone’s help. You should remember this and never forget, you could never have anyone of us to be your puppet, even though how polish that little plan o

(LITTLE HEROINE)“WITH the little piece and two, where could this little stupidity ends?”Beatrice’s amusement, behind her dismay and a bit of irritation. Yet probably huge. Seeing the past that is pattern into every girl’s dream of a cute and fluffy love story which is the opposite one to the emotions that she wanted to have.“Such a disgusting thing. Love.”She whispers, pointing towards the emotion that’s blaring about the superficial thought that humans and mortals have. The weakest emotion, but the perfect bait. The start for a desire that can destroy one person for good.“She immediately stood up and was in a clear panic,” she continues to narrate what she is seeing.Clearly mocking that particular emotion, but is honestly impress by the plan of the beautiful holder is playing. The game that wasn’t that hard for her to read and know.“Which she is now thinking of the worst possible things that she might end up too. ‘I’M DEAD. I AM SURELY DEAD.’”She emphasizes the last sentence.

(THE WISER THE OWL) THE crows around her little void and world. Those that remains and continue to scream those agonizing sound. Beatrice smiles, couldn’t help but giggle and afterward laugh maniacally. “This is perfect, too perfect indeed.” She screams, blowing her known discovery to the world. For she just stumbles upon the golden treasure that she never expected to have. “The wiser the owl it is then.” Her little comment, now humming the eerie melody that she loves singing. Then she drops the name while looking at the seemingly harmless human and mortal, but in truth is also acting with the pretext of their mission. “One of the ten commandment.” She somehow curses, and all while giggling. Then she looks at the words in front of her and gladly reads the character description of his. “The commandment that is born under ‘WISE’.” Beatrice started, enthusiastically reading the words and description of the character that took her interest