A Sinful Life RP

[Coro]

'The Deciever' (one of his many titles) sat back on his throne. Contrary to popular belief, the ultimate evil isn't a red guy with horns, or a grotesque demon. He simply looks like an old guy with a cloak on. Of course, physical forms mean nothing to one such as him. Thinking to himself, what could he do to have a little fun before going up to Earth, he decided on a course of action. His seven children could come pay a visit. He couldn't decide whether to chuckle or cringe in fear.


Getting up from his throne of bone, he walked across the massive hall, littered with bones of all shapes and sizes. This place hadn't seen much fun in ages, he pondered, not since Dio came down for a visit.


He sighed.


"Vassago!" Lucifer yelled, calling his semi-trusted assistant to his side. The spindly little demon came hobbling around the corner.


"Yesss Master?" He asked, seeming genuinely happy to be of need.


"Vassago, I need you to fetch each of my children, the Sinlords." Lucifer asked, matter-of-factly.


Vassago's jaw dropped. ".... All SEVEN of them? Here? Not just Wrath or Pride? Mabye Greed?"


Lucifer rubbed his wrinkly chin.


".... Nah. All seven of them. Here. Tonight." He said in a tone that sealed the discussion.


Vassago gulped.


"R-Right away, master." He managed to croak out before hobbling off to do as bid by his master, Lucifer, Lord of Hell.


~


Seven messenger creatures, skinless vultures leaking vile fluids, were dispatched to search out and bid the seven Sinlords to 'come have a meal with Daddy-O', in a humorous tone. After the initial bid made in Lucifer's jovial tone, Vassago's recognizable voice chimed in, bidding that 'the seven Sinlords come post-haste, to Lucifer's Keep. It is of the utmost importance'.


~


Sinlord Pride sat in his keep, on his favorite couch. Sighing, he wandered off, leaping out a window at random.


"Good thing I can fly....." He said in a non-chalant voice, like it was at one point a big deal. Falling from the clouds, he watched the side of his mountain, 'The Cliff of Fall', whizz by. He spotted one of Vassago's messenger birds. Flying up beside it, the bird relayed it's message.


Pride chuckled.


"All my siblings? Should prove somewhat amusing...." He said, before the bird winked out of existance.


Pride continued his flight, with a new direction in mind. Lucifer's Keep.

 

[Jamie]

The Sinlord Envy directed her hand through the air, pointing it towards a young man with his wife, the two hovering over a light blue baby stroller and making absurd baby-amusing noises. "Wish needle."


A small dosage of energy was poured into her pointed finger, the needle shooting from her finger into the neck of the man. The first sight his eyes saw was the child... the envy of having their own child was plated. It could go into a number of situations, ranging from stealing the child which would lead to being hunted by the police and eventually killed.. or attempting violations on his wife to make their own baby... which could have led to many failures and then the divorce as he searched for a woman to fornicate with to have their own baby... it was a lovely power. It made the silver haired Sinlord giggle in delight!


"... meal with Daddy-o!" the vulture's oud and yet somewhat humourous tone echoed, alerting the sinlord to it's presence. She muttered several words of hate under her breath. The vultures were disgusting.... they were broken records, and leaked ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE. She turned, placing her hands to her side as the hell messenger hobbled to the ground at her heeled, steel toed feet. "Come have a meal with Daddy-o! The seven Sinlords must come post-haste to Lucifer's keep! It is of the utmost importance" then there was a faint click as if it was a monotone voice taking over. "Envy."


She embedded her steel toed heel into it's stomach before kicking it off and into the air, the liquids that flowed out covering her black heels. "It's not Envy.... call me by my real name, you dumb avian demon."

 

[Riddle78]

The Sinlord Wrath,known as Furher Wrath to those in his Domain,the Iron State,was observing his people from a balcony in his estate when the buzzard arrived. He noticed it instantly. It stood out. Very much unlike his realm. Strict. Orderly. Uniform. Any step out of line was instantly noticed and punished. Harshly.


Upon hearing te message,and dismissing the putrid thing,he said, "Well. This would prove interesting. Lieutenant Renault!"


At the Furher's call,a mousy brunette in an officer's uniform marched into the office and stood at attention,offering a salute. Wrath turned slowly and observed her,searching for something to punish. Her hair was perfectly brushed and kept in a bun,she wore her berret in perfect accordance to dress-regs,her uniform was immaculate,almost as if it came out of shrink wrap moments ago. He marched closer to her,still examining her. He looked at her face,and it was perfectly clean. Her eyes showed only the iron clad discipline of the model soldier. Lieutenant Charlotte Renault was exactly what the Sinlord Wrath despised in his domain. There was nothing to punish. However,the others in his realm did suffice;there were constant rebelions,constant anti-military movements,and even the odd coup d'etat.


Each instance was quelled quickly. And bloodily. Such was the beast of Wrath. Upon reaching the Lieutenant,he stated, "I'll need my papers forwarded to the Brigadier General. I'll be out of the area for a time. Inform me of any news upon my return."


Lieutenant Renault replied, "Yes,Your Excellency! As you desire,sir! It will be done!"


"Good. I expect everything to be the way I left it by the time I return. You know the concequences of failiure,Lieutenant. You are free to leave."


With that,Sinlord Wrath turned around,and taken a seat behind hisdesk,arranging his papers for transport.

 

[Hatchet]

To observe that Belial was a little bit skeptical when he received a summons from a the Deceiver delivered by a decrepit demon-vulture would not be an understatement. In fact he at first contemplated the odds of it being a prank or trap by one of his siblings, all of which he tended to have rather mercurial relationships with. Still, there was no mistaking the Master's voice, and he hadn't done anything recently to enrage them--although long term plotting was the specialty of some--so he concluded the message to be genuine and left his current plaything in a torment of unattainable longing to attend to his creator as commanded.


He did waste a smirk and a thought that Lucifer would create an opening for the ambitious Sinlord but did not put the hope into it. Hope was a virtue after all, and the illusion of the weak.

 

[Carl]

Wading through the endless sea of roses and horrified screams of the damned, Dorian moved graciously and elegant towards one of his latest personal victims. It was a delight to have corrupted this man personally, he had everything a man could've wanted. A loving family, great friends and a satisfying job. But all was ruined the moment Dorian had set his eyes on the man. He had planted a seed of corruption in his mind which lead to him losing it all, in the end even taking his own life after the seed had done its work and made the man realize what he had done. Unable to live with the fact that he had killed his own wife and best friend he threw himself off a building.


Dorian's smile as he crouched in front of the twitching, drooling and now-insane man was nowhere near a smile of compassion though. It was an icecold, arrogant smile that just screamed pleasure in the man's demise. He layed his hand on the man's spasming head and stroked his hair like a mother would do to her newborn child.


It was then that his senses alarmed him of an unauthorized intruder, a disgusting vulture lowered itself to a position slightly out of reach of Dorian. After the ' Come have a deal with Daddy-O ' message the vulture relayed the rest of the message. Dorian's handsome features were, for a split second, as hard as steel. The vulture instantly flapped its fleshy wings to retreat back towards where it came from. Fear was not a sentiment strong enough to describe what the vulture felt as he had looked in the eyes of an angry Lust.


Dorian just let out a short mocking breath through his nose as he faced the man again. His cold, blue eyes just stared for a moment at what he had done while hearing the vulture's message. He had pierced the man's head with his steely fingers while stroking his hair, no remorse of sorrow was visible on Lust's face though...only a smile appeared on his face as he stood back up and started making his way towards Bahaal's Domain.

 

[Roy]

'Hunger... I hunger...'


A loud rumbling echoed across the fiery plains of Hell belonging to the sin lord's domain. A large ebony castle could be seen in the depths of the massive tidal waves of hellfire as they rose and fell much like the waters of an angry ocean. In the castle sat a man decked in robes with a cowl over his head slumped in a black charred throne as if a lifeless puppet. Man small imp like demons that were gray and green gathered around and brought in a small boy. "My Lord! You must feast! This boy will make a fine meal to satiate your hunger."


"Enough! I told once before, I will not eat humans! Nor will any of you persist in bothering about the matter!"


"But my lord! There is no fruit in this barren scorched land nor animals to feast on for the land bears nothing to sustain life. The only meal you can have is that which wanders foolishly here. Please Lord Gluttony, given the circumstances surely.."


"Silence!" The robbed man got up from his seat and walked over to the group of imps. They scattered except for the one who had been talking, the one who had made the mistake of looking his lord in the eyes. A look of fright covered the small demon from head to toe as the sin lord towered over him and brought one arm up in preparations to strike the foolish and impudent imp.


Just then the skinless oozing vultures appeared and fluttered around them, "Lord Gluttony, Big Daddy-O requires your presence for a meal."


"Father... Of all the people in Hell, he is the last I wanted to see today." The robbed figure stood quiet before waving away the creatures. With a snap of his fingers the imps and the castle vanished as the man stood there alone in the void of flames. The boy dropped down to the floor and soon found his bindings undone. As the child arose and looked around, he could see that the two of them were now at the outskirts of the realm with the castle quite far from view. The sin lord sighed before replying to the look of confusion on the child's face. "Alas, the food of entertainment must be set aside for the physical banquet my father has prepared. Run along little boy and try not to get caught by any other demons. Unlike my own they are not as... playful as my servants that do not hunger for their nourishment comes from the very fires of this land. Flame eaters if you would."


A light chuckle came from Gluttony's lips and he smiled to reveal a frightful set of teeth. "Take care little one. Maybe I'll see you around if your lucky."


And with that the sin lord departed on his journey to visit his father's home.

 

[Esme]

A faint glowing lantern swung through the thick mist that stirred around. Wind howled past caring with it the laments of the souls that inhabited the quiet domain. Stepping over the ground in a slow steady beat, a hand passing over each new tree shaped more like a wooden creature than a tree, leaving behind a silver spike into the 'heart' of each. With each marking, the wind died down a bit.


Sloth, finishing with her rounds of all the new trees in her domain stepped into the hollowed out tree that rested in the center of it all. Hanging the lantern back onto the hook so it could call forth more souls to her, she returned to her thrown. Setting down into the pile of large quilts, fluff, and mist that curved up and around like an egg chair, all supported on the branches of two trees inside the larger one.


Her eyes slipped down and her breathing started evening out before a large screech sounded. With a sharp intake, Sloth opened one eye to see a vulture dripping ooze setting on the 'window' before it croaked out it's demand. "...go...before I add you to the others...." She said softly, watching the vulture squawk as she directed it's gaze to the wooden carvings of the other creatures 'Daddy' had sent that disturbed the silence. The thing took off just in time.


After the roots of the core tree settled back down into the ground, Sloth yawned. A swirl of mist pulled up underneath her and started carrying her out before she stopped for a second. "Abaddon. Father calls. It is your choice to stay here or to follow." With that said her cloud of mist started at its slow pace to travel through her domain, in the direction of Hell's finest.

 

[Carl]

Lust had at last reached the gate of his domain, a large gate made of red copper and ornamented with many flowers stood in front of him. He pushed it open effortlessly and stared at the long, spiralling stairs that connected his Domain with another Sinlord's Domain. He didn't feel like walking all those stairs so he transformed himself in a bird that he had seen while still " alive " on Earth.

He flew upstairs while chirping a beautiful birdsong. It didn't take him that long to reach the next Domain, the Domain of Sloth.


Deciding he wanted some company he entered Sloth's domain and went to search for the Sinlord in a hurry, he knew being late when Bahaal himself summoned him was not an option.


He was lucky though as he saw a thick cloud of mist drift slowly by in the distance, a beautiful redhaired woman layed on the cloud of mist. Transforming himself back to his human form he walked next to the cloud.


" Hi Sloth, it's been a while. " He said with a friendly smile on his face as his 2 blue diamondlike eyes went looking for hers.

 

[Esme]

Sliding her eyes over to the sound of the new voice, she raised a hand in greeting. "That it has, Lust." She said, locking eyes with him for a second before looking forward again. The mist Sloth sat upon curving and wrapping around trees rather than avoid them as they moved. "Does father call you out as well?" She looked over again with tired eyes. "Or do you have other business?"

 

[Carl]

" I need business to come visit you then? " He said with a mockingly hurt tone in his voice as he kept walking on next to her.


" You're right though, Father has indeed summoned me too. And if we're both summoned I can imagine the rest of us have been summoned aswell. "


His eyes turned glazy and cold as he stared in front of him.


" This could be the time... " He said before shaking his head softly and smiling again.

 

[Esme]

"No, but it is uncommon for any of my brothers to do so." Sloth smirked slightly at the small joke she was to make, "I do tend to bore others you know..." Sighing again she folded her arms in her lap, if all of them had been summoned, she could be sure some heads would be rolling in conflict. "The time for what...?"


Glancing over again before closing her eyes, "You look prettier when you smile." Sloth stated a bit at random.

 

[Carl]

Lust laughed heartily at the joke before answering.


" Oh nothing, was just lost in a train of thought. "


He glanced over at Sloth with a smile at her comment.


" That means alot coming from a, sleeping, beauty like yourself. "


His mind started to wander though.


Say that the summon did have a nasty surprise in stock for the Sinlords, it might lead to a revolt. One which Lust would enjoy being a part of. Too long has the reign of Bahaal lasted, too long has Lust been bored, too long.


" What is it you desire, Sloth ? Everyone has desires, no? If you tell me, I might smile again for you. " He said with a grin.

 

[Riddle78]

The Sinlord Furher Wrath Walked out of his office in his dress uniform,and a case of papers. He handed the papers to the Lieutennant,who began to march towards the Brigadier General's office.


Wrath marched to the foyer,and out the doors. He travelled through his domain,his sabre at his right hip. What he observed was a nation of crushed hopes,shattered dreams,and quashed ambition. Everyone had a place,and if anyone dared to leave it,they were removed. Only to be cursed by being reformed in the cemetary of the Iron State,and forced to return to the status quo.


When Wrath left his Domain,his sabre was drawn,dripping with blood. Five men had tried to attack him earlier with kitchen knives. In less than a second,all five were "dead",with gaping throat wounds. Wrath flicked the blood from his sabre,and sheathe it,then proceeded to the Keep of Lies.

 

[Ranmyakki]

As wrath had finally reach the land of nothing Nostradamus (Nost) had approached him. "A long time since last we met." he continued on walking along side the man. "Off to your fathers again this one sees." A smile crossed his face showing great mischief. "A fun matter is at hand, and all will be shown..." He stopped for a second "And no... This one will not explain in a clearer manner." He continued walking along.

 

[Riddle78]

The corner of Wrath's mouth twiched.


"Nostradomus. It's been what? A hundred years? I can't keep track. Hell is timeless,after all. What compells you to walk with me,knowing how volatile I am?"

 

[Ranmyakki]

"The absence of reason, or perhaps a common goal. That has yet to be seen." He laughed an oddly kind hearted sounding laugh for a man who has lived in hell for nearly 4000years. "Your volition is what you were created for was it not."

 

[Riddle78]

Wrath smirked,and replied, "Right as always." Suddenly,Wrath drew his sabre and delivered a slash to Nostradomus in one fluid motion,and,not to Wrath's surprise,Nostradomus had dodged it. "Spry as ever,I see." Wrath,seeing it'd be impossible to lay a finger on the man,sheathed the sword,and continued walking. "I can probably bring a guest with me. No doubt Sloth will bring her pet Angel,Abaddon,with her."

 

[Esme]

"I see..." Sloth said, though she didn't really understand how one could lose their thoughts, since she herself didn't have many complicated ones at all. "Cute..." She commented back at the sleeping beauty remake.


Refolding her hands and running her nails under each other out of habit she thought for a moment. " I desire..." She drew in a slow breath, "A very long peaceful sleep... and to rip an angel's wings out. " She looked up at a tree that was lowering a branch toward them before placing her hand on it and listening to the wind as the thing screamed in pain. "A pure angel, to make a clarification." Knowing her 'slave' wouldn't be too happy to hear her say that since she very well could have done it to him a long time ago.

 

[Coro]

Pride flew fast and recklessly, narrowly avoiding cliff-faces and the odd tree. He liked flying. It was his favorite thing.


Eventually, he came to the end of his territory, and upon two other flying figures heading towards Lucifer's castle as well. It was not often he shared the skies.


"Hello, Sister Sloth, Brother Lust." He spat in a hoighty-toighty voice. He was mocking them from above, his sister Sloth easily being his favorite of his siblings. She caused the least trouble.


But Lust would not know it was but a jest. Pride did not dislike Lust, but considers him minor, compared to others. He didn't know him well at all, as far as siblings go.


".... Going to Lucifer's surprise dinner?" He asked, flying a bit closer, and avoiding calling Lucifer 'Father'.

 

[Carl]

" Ripping an angel's wings out...Spoken like a true Sinlord " He said with a grin but without pursueing the matter.


Looking above at the origin of the mocking Lust's eyes met Pride's.


" Oh great, look what the Great Pidgeon shat upon us. " He replied with a smile.


" Yes, we are. I assume all of us Sinlords are actually. "


" Any idea what Bahaal would want from us, Pride? "

 

[Jamie]

"Move you disgusting creature!" Verdana's voice could be heard shouting as a small little toad-like demon hopped in her way, only to be kicked in the side and over Lust's head, the amphibious demon hopping in his hair before bounding off in a fearful run.


The silver haired Sinlord looked at Lust, smiling just the slightest at his ruffled hair from the demon landing in his hair and hopping, then running away, causing a few hairs to stand and the rest to be frayed about. "You have a hair sticking up." she spoke with a slight giggle. A giggle many could die for. A giggle some heard and did die for... to get that desired high pitched, yet oddly cute giggle...


"Where's father?"

 

[Ranmyakki]

Nos had been a little slow to react nearly having a hair cut from his head. He laughed with the comment. "Great job there. You are improving the deception of time itself causing this ones delay. Alas This One will not falter in time." There was something Hidden in the words but not to be known. He continued walking across the land seeing the others. "Ah, your siblings near His home." looking back at Wrath seeing, oddly, no sign of anger caused by him, he continues "But a guest for what." He ended the statement there as they approached.

 

[Kaine]

Abaddon appeared before his lady as she summoned him. IT for more like a flicker, a wave of his wings and his form solidified. It was kind of odd he always thought being as he had wings and could fly. But teleportation added the ability to travel between realms. On of the only things God had not stripped him of when his banishment was done.


The angel had instantly bowed his head, gotten on one knee, his wings folded down. Taking his lady's hand in his, gently pressed his lips to the reverse side of her palm. After all was finished he stood back up, completely ignoring Lust. The other sinlords, no matter power or type, were none of his concern. Only Sloth, the one he was bound to.


"Sorry for the delay. I was... Researching, Something. You summoned me? What must you need?"

 

[Coro]

Pride sighed.


"Envy and Sloth's nanny too? Is everyone ACTUALLY going?" He asked, a bit exasperated. This was already troublesome.


Shaking his head and scowling his eternal scowl, Pride walked on a little ways ahead, not wanting to be too close to his 'family'. He turned, looking back at them, waiting for them to get past the silly greetings. Lucifer's castle was within sight for them.

 

[Esme]

"Pride...You should learn to relax and be more humble. Or is that to hard for your ego to take?" It was harsh, especially coming from Sloth. Looking away from him, to Abaddon before smiling faintly. "Yes, I did summon you. Though whether you wish to stay is your choice, since I don't know if you would want to be around my brothers..." The last word dripped with a sort of venom, that wouldn't make it seem like a hate, but more a careless display of displeasure. "He called us for a 'get together'.What say you?"