A Long Day

[Lust]

Walking down the dark corridor Lust sighed and ran a hand through her thick, ebony hair; slender fingers became ensnarled in curls. It had been a long day of playing with mortals and after hours on end of their agonized screaming she grew bored of them. Narrowing her eyes in the darkness, to better her vision, Lust took a few hesitant steps forward reaching a hand outwards. In the center of her palm a small ball of fire formed and light illuminated the room.

It was only the upstairs sitting room, the entire area had been vacated and for a moment she briefly wondered where her siblings had gone to. But she relished in quiet and slumped onto the cushioned couch, the fire within her palm now extinguished. Faded streams of light attempted to brighten the room but it was useless as the sun had already settled behind a distant hill and night would soon arrive.

Lust closed her eyes and twisted a lock of hair between her fingers, tugging lightly. She pictured the mortals that she had played with for the day. A round man in his late forties had innocently been walking home from work when Lust decided to pay him a visit though she made her presence unknown. She didn’t always want to sexually tease the mortals. With a swift wave of her hand she had caused the wheel on a cart on the man’s side to come loose and fall off, the heavy wooden boxes tumbling on top of him. The man fell to the ground as the boxes fell upon him, nearly crushing him to death for they were filled to the brim with stones for building. Lust had thoroughly enjoyed his screams of pain but now she longed for rest.

[Sloth]

"You seem rather tired, sister." A voice crooned from behind her. Sloth walked out from the shadows that blanketed the rooms ever corner and gave the woman a lazy smile. He had been in the room for quite sometime, sound asleep until the sound of encroaching footsteps stirred him from his light slumber. Out of a desire to play a little game with whoever showed themselves the demon called forth his primary element and then hid himself in the shadows, awaiting to see what quarry had come before him. When his sister, Lust, showed up before him he immediately decided to change his approach, being receptive to the waves of exhaustion that seemed to roll off of her.

"Exhausting day?" he asked with genuine interest as he deftly stepped about the room before falling into a mass of plush pillows that he had deemed a chair long ago. He lounged in the chair, placing his fist just beneath his chin as he watched his sister through bright silver eyes. It was a rare event whenever Sloth was alone with Lust. In fact, it was a rare event for Sloth to be near any of his siblings as he usually spent all of his time cooped up in his room, asleep in a similar mass of pillows, or off somewhere in the world toying with some pitiful excuse for an elf often engaging in games of power, politics, and intrigue. Today, however, he'd become bored with all of his current games and decided to take up residence in the upper sitting room, believing that it would be a nice change of pace.

He never would have thought that one of his siblings would have wound up disturbing him. They typically never stayed in the Mortalia for very long and if they did it was most often in their own, respective room. He took his meeting with Lust as a stroke of fate and possibly good fortune. He had long been without the company of his more sultry sister. He wondered how their conversation would turn and if Pride had been able to pass along his dislike to their sister who he seemed to spend most of his time with.