Every Sin Has Its Virtue

[Wrath]

The people of this god forsaken hick town were used to seeing the man with the glowing red eyes. After all, he was just a kid from down yonder to them. If only they knew how ‘down’ he truly came from. They had always noticed the small group he hung with as a child till, well now… how they all had this odd way about them, all of them with glowing eyes of this color and that. Of course in a small town like this, whispers of demons and devils came up... but no one was ever smart enough to put two and two together, and really together.

Even after the killings began.

Iratio Sullen had always been an angry child-and now as an adult, he was worse… especially when it came to foreigners or blacks or the like-he was racist beyond belief, and just as angry as he was when young. Iratio was just… not pleasant to be about, and if you killed-watch your ass you never knew when this kid would come up and slice your own throat.

They call him Ira behind his back-it meant Wrath, if only they knew….

He was part of a group, religious group at that, called the Sin Eaters. They weren’t well known, but those who knew of the group… knew they didn’t take kindly to those who killed. Sinners are sinners, no matter what… but he had this thing-especially for gang bangers or anyone of the like who killed for pure anger… they were people who he would take care of in his own way.

His eyes would glow all the time, but when he was in the middle of a hunt…there was an aura about him… something that just made you think ‘bear’, a beast.

Eyes blinked slightly as his body flinched… he could feel another fucking beaner gutting a rival gang member. He could feel the rush, and he knew he liked it. The goosepimples on his flesh made it brutally apparent. Why wouldn’t he enjoy it, it was what he was-who he was. A sadistic grin played over his features as he stood in the diner. Neck cracked slightly but there was nothing anyone could do but cringe at the Neo-Nazi’s smirk. Sometimes no one knew just how sick he was, but they all had their own opinions.

“Leavin’ Iratio?” Penny from behind the counter crooned to the large six foot eight man before her. Over mascaraed eyelashes batted playfully at the skinhead as he smiled to the blonde. Nodding slightly she sighed, “well don’ be a stranger, got that? Give a girl a call every now and then.” Red eyes looked towards her before he grinned once more and left the diner-a five dollar bill rolling from the side of his plate onto the floor as he opened the diner door.

Iratio Sullen pulled the door to his old ’92 red ford pickup, and climbed in quickly. The country music blared on the inside as he pulled out, the confederate flag flapping in the breeze as he took off down the street. He knew exactly where he was heading-he just wondered if he could beat her there this time. After all it was more Wrath and Pride who should deal with gang related issues than Envy, but after all, she was Envy and she loved to be in the middle of things.

After about two miles of constant driving, Iratio pulled up behind a ’89 gray camero and cut the engine to the truck. He sat there before the blares of the horn of the camero began going off. That’s when he knew he was correct, when he could feel the anger rising from inside the car before him. Stepping out of the car he moved to the side of the short sports car. “Yo gringo! Can you move yer hunk of crap from our way, eh esse?” He merely grinned before he pulled his right hand up which held the tire iron.

Shattering of glass and curses in spanish were all that was heard before he pulled the door open and ripped it from its hinges. Sometimes being a demon was worth it, to do shit like that. He could hear the female like screams for help coming from inside as the opposite door opened and his hand let the tire iron fly into the back of the man’s skull. Within moments one was down, another had his head cracked open in the back seat from his first hit to the back window, and he held another in his meaty grip. The seemingly twenty year old, nearly pissed himself as Ira began to bash his head into the side of the car. He wouldn’t stop till he smelled the iron of blood.

It was fine, being an avenger of sorts, but it was better never letting anyone know. As he tossed one guy away he heard the mumbling of a prayer coming from the back seat. The one with the obvious split in his head was praying to the virgin to save his life. “You didn’t listen when the other boys said a prayer… why should I listen to your spic ass?” He growled before pulling the boy out by the back of his hair. The obvious rips in follicles would make a normal man want to fight back, but as he ripped out hair, he also made the cut larger, all which sent obvious excruciating pain surging through the boys system again.

Iratio slammed the boy onto the trunk of the car by the time he finally pulled him out, and pulled out his pocket knife. The boy was squirming-he couldn’t have been more than seventeen, but Ira didn’t care about age. The boy had killed at least three times…. Today was his last.

The switchblade cut through the air and through his shirt like melted butter, it was penetration that really took a bit of effort, but Ira didn’t let it effect him. His fist slammed down and a crude Swastika was carved in the boy’s chest. The blade reentered its handle as quickly as it exited and Ira looked down at the shaking boy before him. The boy pulled him close and whispered something in Iratio’s ear, to which a smirk curled on his lips and a snarl escaped his lips. “They call me Wrath.”

The ’92 red ford started again with a loud rumble as his car slowly backed out of the driveway and drove down the street.

[Envy]

It was unbeknownst to the people of the small town exactly what secrets they held amidst them. What dark things were hidden in plain sight. The children with the glowing eyes, how they acted, how they seemed so very different from any other child. Whispers of demons and devils, of witchcraft and Satanism spread like wild fire amongst the people, if only they knew exactly how right they were. But of course with the less than real beliefs these days, somehow to act upon it seemed redundent. And the children who seemed to bring bad things everywhere they went, seemed to go on even as they grew older leaving nothing to change.

They were so Blind.

Invidia Levi was a late comer. But when she did arrive in the small town she was welcomed with open arms. But not to those who were around as the folk that lived there, no she was accepted as fast as could be by the strange group of children. Growing up there was always something different about the girl with the glowing green eyes. Everyone one of the children were different. She didn't seem grounded, didn't seem right. When she became a teenager it only got worse. She was such a sensitive girl, so much that people became slightly afraid of her. A wrong word, an object they had, anything could set the girl off. One moment happy then the next a display of Sadness, Depression and sometime Rage and Anger beyond anyones belief. Within a second she could change and throw fits that scared many. Most tried to avoid her, the group accepted her in like their own.

Vidia was her nick name, if you knew latin you knew her name meant Envy, and how well she played the part, if only they really knew the truth.

Somehow she was lost in her world. She sat with her ankles crossed on the side of the street, the bench was a perfect place for her to rest. Her eyes in their bright gaze were drawn towards one praticular image. Ahead of her and across the street a woman and a man flattered and flirted with eachother. Caressing and kisses exchanged between the two. She had very lovely blonde hair, he was tall, dark, and extremely handsome. The smile that had been on her lips earlier that day had long faded since she started watching the pair. Little did they know the green eyes that were on them. She could feel the pair narrowing slowly. Why was he with that girl? He could be with her...she wanted him to be with her. What made HER so special? Those blond tresses, those tight pants and the way she pursed her lips and fluttered her long lashes? Her fingers twitched and slowly began to coil a bit into a fist.

But before she could really delve into what was going on, something twitched within her. She forgot all about the beauties, something else was going on. Slowly her head snapped up and she looked down the road. Something was going on not to far off, something bad. Some gang killing, and with that it meant it was time to work. Of course Ira and Superbia were the most likely to be heading out that way. After all, the killing was done in anger, but somehow there was always some form of envy when they killed, somewhere she knew it. She wanted that kill, and she was going to get it.

But when her gaze was down the road she noticed a vehicle speeding off in the direction. It was a red pick up, and from the sounds of the music and the flag that hung from the side she knew exactly who it was, Ira was going to do the job. Sneering just slightly she stood up. Her black leather pants and black tank top and leather jacket gave this girl a darker look. One that was noticable throughout the town, after all not many dressed like her. Scrapping her black industrial boots along the side walk slowly, altering the belt around her waist she moved. There was a black and green 98' ZX-7R Ninja parked right in front of her, with a helmet in place and the word Leviathan scripted on the side of the helmet with a green demon looking water serpant on her head she was ready to go. Upon ignition there was no rattling and over bearing roar of the engine instead there was a soft purr like that of a kitten. With a kick of the gears she was off, a bit of smoke left on the pavement behind.

It wasn't a long ride before she came up behind the red pick up. Action was already in motion, she watched as Ira killed the members without mercy and with all the anger his little being could muster. Damn it he made it here before her. she slightly frowned as she got off the bike and opened the back of his pick up, the turning of the engine of her bike off, the vehicle was quickly lifted into the back of the pick up. Ira was to busy having his little fun to even notice her which was fine by her. Removing the helmet and placing it with them, she made her way to the passengers door and slide into the small back seats that he did have. She sat in the middle so he would be sure to see her and replaced her sun glasses onto her eyes. Her foot was prompted up on the arm rest as she waited, admiring from afar his angry disposition and the way he handled his killing. But with admiration of course comes Envy.

The door soon opened and he was inside. Without a glance towards her he had started the truck and was on the move, leaving the scene behind. When he did finally notice her, she clapped her hands and began with words. Unlike most of the people in this town, and oddly enough, she didn't speak with a southern accent, no it was that of a thick British accept. "Well Done Ira. I congradulate you on such a fine kill, though I do have to say I'm not entirely sure why you insist on carving that horrendous symbol onto the body of your victims." Quickly she climbed from the back into the front, over the seat and slumped down, replacing her boot on his dash board. Her form turned slightly towards him as she seemed to smile just slightly. It was never a good thing though when Invidia smiled. "It's not like there are many Neo-Nazi's in town afterall, and besides it's such a disgustingly religious symbol. Of course I'm sure that's what amuses you the most doesn't it? Such a clever little monkey you are"

[Wrath]

Red eyes glanced into his mirror… he smirked slightly. “Hi Dia…” Wrath was always different when it came to the group-he was more… aggressive and angry, and well he always took his own way with things. The clapping came loudly and then she moved next to him, he smirked. Eyes glanced over to her and he looked her up and down-the biker look really worked well for her.

"Well Done Ira. I congratulate you on such a fine kill, though I do have to say I'm not entirely sure why you insist on carving that horrendous symbol onto the body of your victims. It's not like there are many Neo-Nazi's in town after all, and besides it's such a disgustingly religious symbol. Of course I'm sure that's what amuses you the most doesn't it? Such a clever little monkey you are." Eyes rolled and he shook his head as he lowered the music. He wasn’t stupid but apparently, even being British she didn’t know the true meaning behind the swastika

“You of all people should know the Swastika’s original meaning. It was regarded as a symbol of good luck and auspiciousness. It was first found in the Hindu Culture in the BC era-god knows what time… but in Hinduism, the swastika symbolizes, in various contexts: luck, the sun, Brahma, or the concept of samsara.” He laughed and shook his head. “Yet I wouldn’t go into a rant or anything like that… it would be going to waste.” Eyes smiled as he looked at her, before he winked. “Just kidding of course.” He didn’t want her to start on a rant about intelligence.

Then he suddenly pulled over and parked the car, moving towards her and pinning her slightly. “I’m a little monkey?” He seemed to be steaming with a little bit of anger. “Well?” his eyes flashed slightly before he pulled back. “Let me guess, Invidia, you like playing with my music box that makes me dance huh?” His jaw tightened before he pulled himself into his own seat.

[Envy]

She couldn't help but smile even more as she slinked back a bit against the comfortable seat. She listened to his ramblings, his education about the Swastika and she scrunched her nose up a bit. Nodding every once in a while as she looked down to examine her finger nails. She was getting the chat, about the meaning of the symbol, of course she knew the one he bore was a much more destorted kind, at least when it was slanted on an angle anyways. Ah Hitler, such a charismatically insane individual.

"Of course I know about the Swastika Ira." she leaned forward just slightly and stared right at him while he was driving. Sometimes Invidia was a bit preculiar to say the least. A bit to playful, but of course that never meant she wasn't on the verge of something far worse. "Hinduism, Bhuddism, Taoism, Christianity..they are all same. Peace, love, harmony." she turned this way and that as she spoke with such a mocking tone about the words, then trailed off slightly. "That's all they ever want to achieve..it's rather sickening when you think about it.Luck, sun.all happy little things you will never have...." but her voice slowly grew a bit darker "After all, what is a world without Anger, Envy, Pride, Sloth...choas and hatred and bad things that bump in the night. It would be a bloody boring world I can tell you that." she laughed at the thought before resumming her seat.

The ride was going smoothly a bit but suddenly without any warning, he pulled the car over and parked it. Had she been wearing a seat belt she might not have been jolted about as much nor would she have the need to try and steady herself with one hand on the door and the other on the roof. But she had no time to make a complaint, suddenly his form was over her. He pinned her against the seat and he appeared to be angry. Her eyes widdened at this act, the green flashing in the light. Her breath stopped suddenly in her throat. “I’m a little monkey?” she didn't answer at first, just stared him straight in the eyes. "Well?" for once she didn't say a word, just narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. But soon his form shifted and he moved back to his seat. "Let me guess, Invidia, you like playing with my music box that makes me dance huh?” He had taken her by surprize earlier when he moved, but now that she had her own space she said something very low under her breath and fixed her hair from out her eyes. Then a smile returned on her lips, as her head defyingly turned towards him. "Oh you know exactly what tickles my fancy. I think I shall call you George from now on." my Mr. Angry couldn't take a joke could he? "I should actually like to have a monkey, then perhaps you will have found your real family and all in the world would be right again. With happiness, and clouds and fluffy little bunnies." her lips widdened a bit more into a smile before she adjusted her self back against the seat.

"So, where to now? Anyone else you would fancy to maim and disfigure?"

[Wrath]

Eyes shot to the woman he had been remarkably close to since she came to this country. Crimson orbs stared intently, before he smirked as he listened to her ramble. "I should actually like to have a monkey, then perhaps you will have found your real family and all in the world would be right again. With happiness, and clouds and fluffy little bunnies."

"You have balls, Invidia, big balls…” He snorted slightly and leaned in his seat, starting the car once more. “I don’t know where to, but I’ll run those fluffy bunnies over next time I see them.” Ira cracked his neck as he drove off towards the city, eyes glancing here and there to the woman next to him.

“So where is everyone? It’s been a bit since we’ve seen them…” The cycle in the back of his truck was in perfect balance, until now. He took a sharp turn and heard the hunk of metal fall onto it’s side in his flat bed.

“Oh looks like your toy fell, Dia” he grinned slightly. He had something for her at his shop, that’s why he took the sharp turn. It would be nice to surprise the envious one. He smirked before his truck made its way back towards his personal home and work.

“I have a surprise for you… miss.”

[Envy]

She couldn't help but muse in her words and at his reaction. And the whole moment of remarks about her having big balls only seemed to please her more. It wasn't often that Invidia wasn't completely depressing or very pissed off, but less than volitile moments like these were always most cherishable. "I hope they aren't bigger than yours, for then I'd have to start spitting and grabbing myself in my genitial area and smacking some bombshell on the arse. Plus..I rather fancy the fact that I have these gorgeous beauties" she looked down at her own chest and pressed her breasts up so they puffed to the edges of the tanktop she wore beneath her jacket."To call my own. Aphrodite and Helen of Troy." Her smile only widdened a bit more as she pushed one up and then the other in accordance to naming before let her chest go and looked towards him.

"I rather like fluffy bunnies. They produce as if the world is going to end and don't even give a shit that everyone else knows they do. It would be so exhausting to hide such admirable accomplishments isn't it. And their fur is rather soft...very soothing..they make great soup. All in all I believe little fluffy bunnies have done a great deal of their part to contribute to the society that we pride ourselves on today. So I say, let us all give a cheer to those bloody horny bastards." it was hard to keep such a straight face when she spoke her mind on such a topic but of course, she did it marvelously. Then came his question..such a funny little question, one she was pondering not but a moment ago. She figured of all Pride would have been in the area sooner or later. "So where is everyone? It’s been a bit since we’ve seen them…" She had to think for only a second before leaning back in her chair and shrugging her shoulders. "I don't really know.. Probably off in Neverland somewhere."

Just then the sharp turn caused one hand to grab tight hold of the door handle to her right and her other hand flew to grab hold of nothing on the roof above her. Her eyes went wide as she heard the harsh clunk behind her. Oh No he just did NOT make her bike fall! Snapping her head towards him, eyes wide and flashing a brighter shade of green, her anger was slowly rising. "Are you BLOODY INSANE! I swear to Lucifer himself if you scratch my baby you are going to regret it Ira!" in the heat of her panic, her voice was as venomnous as ever before. She loved her baby.

But before she could grow anymore angry, curiousity intrigued her and the flashing of her eyes stopped as she tilted her head a bit, surprized just a little. "A surprize...for me...." a brow slowly began to arch along her facial features. "Did you capture another little play thing for me Ira? Last time that happened it completely backfired and we had to remove her tongue because she was screaming so bloody hysterically. And finding a good spot around here to dump someone is near impossible..with all the drunken homeless about. Might as well give the whole city a vasectomy I say. Really, do parents actually think that having a child in immoral bliss and raising it properly will not make it screwed? Hell those in matremony bliss screw their children enough. And in the end they all end up here, on the streets where they were first conceived. Humanity, how I love its twisted morality and ideals."

[Wrath]

Eyes shot to her as she rambled about the bunnies and whatnot. His head shook. Wrath, of all people, had a real soft spot for Envy. She made him, well feel real. Eyes sparkled with her excitement and all he could do was physically smile. “Yeah… sex…” he chuckled again once more. Then the turn came.

Her reaction to the turn was priceless. A chuckle escaped as she ranted. “Are you BLOODY INSANE! I swear to Lucifer himself if you scratch my baby you are going to regret it Ira!" Eyes shot towards her as her tune suddenly changed with his statement. "A surprise...for me...." He knew that the memory about the last ‘surprise’ would come up… and sure enough… A laugh escaped slightly, it was more than a chuckle.

“Well you really have this thing about families huh? Well fuck that… for now at least.” Eyes glanced towards her before he pulled in gently towards the garage he lived and worked at. The sign above the garage door was off and he nodded before turning off the truck and getting out. A quick walk around the door and he opened it for the lady waiting inside. “C’mon…”

A brisk walk made his way into the doorway before he unlocked the shop and turned on the light to the garage. Eyes glanced behind him before he nodded into the garage. “Your surprises are under the tarps… I’ve been workin on these for a few months now….”

Under one tarp was a beautiful chopper, while under the other was a beautiful harley-esque homemade ride. He waited till she got in and closed the door before pulling the tarp off of one.
“Devil’s Breath…” he commented.


Then he pulled the other tarp off and smirked at the chopper he had worked his ass off on.

“Venom…” eyes glanced to his partner in crime, wondered what she would think.

[Envy]

"Yes Sex. Perhaps the only thing that God actually gave Humans that is worth a bit of anything." she mused at the thought of the higher beings. How horrible it must be to not be able to indulge in the finer points of physicality. But of course where God is cruel to one he is kind to the other. Just the thought of the good lord made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

When all was over and the heat of her anger was through, it only began to irritate her more that he found this in the least bit amusing. Tilting her head a bit and narrowing her eyes she stared right at him, and if looks could kill and the most the saying was truth that nothing is more dangerous than a womans scorn then Ira was deffidently in trouble. As they stopped at he told her to come on she climbed out over his seat and on his side for some reason and was about to check on her baby, but he kept asking her to come for the surprize. Sighing a bit she followed him slowly towards two tarped items. "Families? Oh yes...they are so delicate. In a single heart beat and choice they can become as screwed up as anyone had ever seen. But of course, if they choose the right choice then perhaps they can be less inclined to be fucked up. Please I would have liked to have a mother at some points." Invidia could feel her envy slowly growing inside her, but instead of anger it was replaced was a deep sadness that only she could ever shed.

But the sadness was swept away because of the sound of a tarp being pulled away. Her eyes went wide as she saw exaclty what was under it. "Devils Breath" She looked over the beauty that was beneath the veil. "Holy shit.." was her only words as he went on. "Venom" She moved over to Devils Breath as he called her and kneeled to examine her. A hand sliding ever so slowly over the hub and then the seat, she loved bikes and how he knew it. She was so in awe, standing finally and letting her leg sweep over the bike as she took a seat to feel the cushion beneath her. A smile formed over her once frowning lips as she leaned forwards and took the handles within in her grasps. "You know Ira...you cannot imagine how good it feels to have a good bike rumbling inbetween your legs."

Turning her head to eye him something just occuring to herself. With a raised brow she gave him the funniest of looks before going on. " Exactly why did I get these surprizes? It's far from my birthday. Exactly what do you expect to get for them now then?"

[Greed]

He had been watching from the sidelines this entire time. He had been there far before they had gotten here. He saw her prizes before she did. He wanted those gifts for himself. Then he realized something, he could use this to his advantage, he could use Wrath’s talent as his own gain.

As if one would see the dollar signs popping like a slot machine into his eyes, the smirk grew wider and the ideas formed.

Then his eyes flashed the brightest of yellows as the two of them walked in. Wrath was going to show his gift off towards his, woman, as one in America would say. If only Envy realized, the stupid wench, how much Wrath had the preverbal hard on for her. He could have chuckled had it not been that Wrath and Envy had no clue he was there presently.

”Devil’s Breath.” Ira beamed as he showed Vidia her presents.

“Holy Shit”

“Venom” You could tell he had more love for the first bike, that the second was too run of the mill chopper for him. But the look in Vidia’s eyes when she straddled his own personal favorite of the two, seemed to heat the coolest of areas.

“You know Ira...you cannot imagine how good it feels to have a good bike rumbling in between your legs." Oh how seductive that one could be at times, Vidia sometimes never knew how her voice alone could make a man mess himself in ones pants.

Then came what he was waiting for, she stopped loving on the bike and looked up, barely missing Dante out of the corner of her eye. ” Exactly why did I get these surprises? It's far from my birthday. Exactly what do you expect to get for them now then?"

Now was his cue. His hands clapped together as he began to laugh. “You cannot tell me, Vidia, my dear… that you do not see the infatuation this boy has with you my love? Oh darling come on now! Iratio here has had a hard on for you since you two became best of buds when we were all younger. Please…” his voice became mocking and higher pitched when making fun of Vidia, “Why do I get these presents? Why do you look at me like that?” Dante snorted slightly. “Please, do not tell me you are blind that this boy loves you.”

Now he could feel it, the red gaze staring a hole through him slightly as Wrath glared. Then he glared back, yellow eyes meeting red, ketchup vs. mustard, stop vs. yield… “Don’t fucking glare at me Ira, I told her what you could never tell her in years… so fucking go fetch us some beers.”

[Wrath]

He looked towards her. She was ooing and ahhing about it all… it made him smile and wonder on the inside if now was the time to tell her. Tell her that Lust and he had been talking and that Lust showed him what he truly wanted… and that was her. “You know Ira...you cannot imagine how good it feels to have a good bike rumbling in between your legs." She knew just how to send chills up his spine sometimes.

His head shook, “Oh I have a few of my own in back, but my truck tends to be what I ride in… since a bike don’t get me off like it might you.” Ira was a real romantic sometimes. Jesus H. Christ he realized what he said and shook his head. “I mean… shit just sometimes… fuck I guess a bike is always good but my truck is better at times.”

Maybe it was this that made her shoot a glare at him. ” Exactly why did I get these surprises? It's far from my birthday. Exactly what do you expect to get for them now then?" that’s when his eyes widened slightly. He should tell her, yes now was the perfect time. His mouth began to open and then…

* Clap Clap Clap*

Eyes shot towards the man with the golden orbs. “Dante…” he growled as the one known as Green began his rant about Ira and Dia.

“You cannot tell me, Vidia, my dear… that you do not see the infatuation this boy has with you my love? Oh darling come on now! Iratio here has had a hard on for you since you two became best of buds when we were all younger. Please… “ Dante tried to sound like Dia suddenly but failed. “Why do I get these presents? Why do you look at me like that?” The whine ended but the rant continued. “Please, do not tell me you are blind that this boy loves you.”

Ira stared at the man before him, shaking his head and his fist clenched tight. Eyes were shining red towards the one before them. How dare he fucking tell Dia what was HIS place to say?! “You’re a fucking prick.” He said matter-of-factly towards Greed.

“Don’t fucking glare at me Ira, I told her what you could never tell her in years… so fucking go fetch us some beers.” Dante had the fucking nerve. However a beer would help him, especially when the fact was, when the bottle was done he could easily smash it over Dante’s head.

“Fine…” he growled, trying to hide his blush from both fellow sins.

[Envy]

She couldn't help but laugh at why a bike was not as good as a truck sometimes. Tightening her grip on the handle bars before letting go, she straightened herself up. Ira looked weird to be honest. He had a sudden expression on his face she had never seen before and it seemed he was about to say something because his lips slowly parted. With a slender raised brow, the bright green orbs just stared at him silently, waiting for words to come out. But they never did.. Only clapping.

Snapping her head towards the sound, she noticed Dante entering into the area. Now Dante was FAR from her favorite one out of the bunch. Heck he probably was her least favorite, after all the hard crap he tried to put her through and everyone else her liking of him dwindled. She could remember times when she first came here when he used to taunt her and torture her, just like everyone else. And in someone like Envy, you don't forget that shit. You remember it and bide your time. Plus the pure arrogance of him almost made her sick. Coming in here always acting as if he is in charge, telling everyone what to do. Sick.

Sliding from the bike she planted her boots on the floor as she stood staring at the yellow eyed man every knew as Greed. It's funny if you really think about it, well not to her it wasn't, but somehow she knew why she never got along with Dante, or well never liked him. Greed and Envy, they were opposites not attracted at all. Envy who always wants what she can't have and Greed always taking what he wants and more than his share.

She listened to him mock her and she could feel her own anger beginning to rise inside her. Eyes narrowing slowly at his pathetic attempt to irritate them. " Why don't you aim a little higher on the chain of idiocy next time Dante.You didn't quite reach your full potential." was her cold words before suddenly his whole explanation of Ira liking her from the get go. Eyes suddenly widdened a bit as she heard those words. How the hell could that be? They were like brother and sisters, Bonnie and Clyde, Best Buds and all that jazz. Something deep in Invidia was churning, she could feel it. There were many things, well ALOT of things that she was envious over. Like love, love who splurged itself onto everyone, love something she knew she could never have and that was one of the many things that irritated her. She didn't know how to respond.

Suddenly Ira was gone and she was left with Dante again. Glaring towards him she shook her head slowly. " Get your own damn beer." and with that she turned her back on him and followed Ira. He was at his fridge and when she came up behind him, she spoke oh so casually. " Why don't you give me Dante's beer instead and let him do something for himself for a bloody change." she wasn't saying that Ira did things for him, oh no everyone did alot of the time. He was always bossing everyone around, always.