A Sinful Life RP

"It bother's me not. If the lady wishes me at her side. Then i shall. Allow me to take a more... Appropriate form."


His hand raised up and with a snap of his fingers. His wings and claws disappeared and a formal pin stripped suit appeared on him. Literally appearing out of no where, and appearing as if wrapping around his body, then forming into what was the suit itself.


He adjusted the tie before deciding he didnt like it. Lossening it up, he pulled it from his neck, flared his collar a little and tossed the tie to the ground. It burst into flames and immediately disappeared. Though none of that aught his attention. Sweeping his hair to one side of his face, his chest barely showing, he offered his arm to his lady.


"May I?" He asked with his ever unexpressive face.
 
Lust ruffled through his hair to make sure no feathers were left in it. As they were nearing the gate of Father's palace he looked up, he could swear he saw a large, dark shadow looming over them as they approached the gate. A shadow so empty and powerful it even gave Lust goosebumps.


He quickly cleared his mind and kept walking, he turned his head to watch the fallen angel, Sloth's servant, change into an appropriate attire to match Sloth's dress. But as he went the casual route by going tie-less and open collared Lust shook his head. How foolish. Lust's mind wandered as he aimed his gaze back forward, he could use a minion aswell. But what type of Familiar should he get? Worries for later, he thought, there were more pressing matters at hand. Quickly glancing back upwards at the shadow who got even darker as they got closer to the palace.


' Yes, there were certainly more pressing matters at hand. '
 
Sloth had to laugh a bit at the change before taking the angel's arm and stepping off her mist cloud. She needed to move anyway, it might wake her up a bit. Looking at the palace, she tilted her head to the side before raising an eyebrow. "It looks like a gaint light bulb from the side." She mused. A very demented dark light bulb but still...
 
"When dementia is the norm. Nothing is dark." He commented lightly.


"Do either of you have any idea why the Lord of Darkness has called all his children forth?"


He was simply trying to fulfill his own sense of curiosity.
 
Wrath said, "Father the Liar had invited myself and the other Sinlords to a dinner party in His keep. And so,here I am,in my dress uniform,attempting to look my best. I wish to bring you as a guest,since Sloth ins undoubtedly bringing Abaddon along. Do you wish to come along? If not,you may head to my Domain. You have my blessin. The soldiers won't bother you."
 
Nos lowered his head in a sign of respect "I would be delighted to join the for such a grand event to come." It was to be expected that a meeting of all the Sinlords meant more than just a simple dinner. Such news from Nos would mean nothing, specially to Wrath. "We approach the worst of heaven's fallen. I suspect you to be pleased by the end of the night." he added with a smile. If there was evil in the man it was in this smile.
 
There were seven gates of hell on earth, where Belial was taking his leisure at the time of his summons, but as the nearest one was in Rio and teleportation was not one of his gifts he selected a corrupted soul to sacrifice as his passport directly to the gates of the Deceiver's home and then let the unfortunate worm writhe in confusion and terror, sinking into a muck that only became so at the touch of a mortal's delectable soul, sucking him down.


Smiling grimly, Belial shook back his long silver hair--a vanity--and strode forward to overtake the other Sinlords and their motley companions. The only one he envied was the angel, such a rare treat and one he was yet bereft of himself. Oh certainly he'd done his share of unholy seduction, but an angel of his very own? That was something he must have.


He licked his lips, anticipating the inevitable capture, but for now casting a critical eye over the company he was to share, saying nothing but not concealing his approach.


 
"...True...." Sloth mused, before sighing and yawning, lagging a bit in her steps as she did so. "...would we want to know? It cannot be good whatever it is." Another yawn.
 
Gluttony had arrived fashionably late, but not as fashionably late as his "father" would be. The other members of their crazy little family had made their rendezvous long before he decided to grace the area with his presence. Decked in robes, the sin lord merely remained quite as he stayed stationed at a nearby wall. The only noise that came out from him was a sole and very audible grumble that almost sounded like a lion's roar. It reverberated throughout the halls whilst the representative of one of the seven deadly sins kept his poise and stayed where he was with his arms crossed along with the bottom of his right foot raised and set against the wall.


'How strange. Father is not one to typically make their guests wait too long. This must be a grand occasion indeed if all of us are gathered here and made to wait.' Gluttony thought to himself as he continued to listened to the crowd in silence.
 
Wrath approached the other Sinlords,and stopped before them. He tilted his head to the right to everyone present,in a sign of respect. Then,just to spite him,Wrath looked directly at Pride,and tilted his head to the left,a gesture that said, "You're beneath me".


With these formalities aside,Wrath said, "Greetings,Siblings of Sin. It seems Father had invited us all for this gathering. What,do you suppose this means,hmm?"
 
"The Sinlords live to exile all good. So bad meeting or not. It should be enough to everyone's liking, yes?"


His words were starting to sound a little out there, but it was simply small talk. They were nearing the manor of the "Fallen One". Surely his evil had no limits. But to what extent would he use it this time around?
 
"Oh, I don't know...it all depends on reasoning, if one of us is being replaced, it would be very upset, though others would be very happy if it's something else, it might just be enjoyable for once." At that moment, Sloth realized Wrath was there. Just to tick him off she ran up to him and hugged him tightly, like a little child might hug a father they hadn't seen in a long time. "hello Brother..."
 
Wrath was taken aback by Sloth's sudden action. He very much disliked being touched,but he also knew what would happen if he acted on instinct.


He said,obviously trying to suppress his rage, "Sister Sloth...It's a...Pleasure...To meet you. Now...If you wouldn't mind...May you please let go of me?"
 
"Why would I do that? Your comfortable..." Sloth's head titled innocently, a thing that was laughable since it was Hell after all. "You also are easily made to tick..." Her hug tightened for a second before she let go and returned to the angel's side again.
 
Abbadon simply glanced to the side. Watching her actions. Surely she didnt have to encourage rage, yet as a sinlord. Obviously this was her goal in life. Eternity, damned to do as your told.


Either way she took his arm again and they continued.


They approached the doors.


The Fallen, walking ahead slightly for a moment. Opened the grand door. Bowing allowing the two to enter before his own self.
 
Wrath sighed in relief as Sloth let go.


"Thank you,Sister Sloth. Now,let us proceed. Come,Nostradomus!"


Wrath walked through the grand doors,and into the hall,where he stood,perfectly straight,awaiting The Deciever to greet his guests.
 
Nodding her head towards her loyal angel, Sloth stepped in before having to laugh sarcastically at Wrath. "There is no thanks in Hell. For all you know, I could do it again in seconds." Sloth stuck her tongue out at Wrath, for a few moments she didn't look exhausted or like she was going to fall asleep standing, but more like a young child full of energy before sinking back into her sleepy self.


Leaning against a wall and tilting her head back down Sloth sighed. "Did we really have to come here? I want to sleep..."
 
As Wrath had taken up the lead and made his pleasantries, for lack of a better word, Nostradamus had followed along "Greetings sinful ones, I trust that all is as expected" he watched as a few things happened and took the offer and walked in through the gates. "Still yet, is there some sins missing."
 
Following the trailblazers Lust entered the grand hall. Seems like Father had a sense of style he thought, as the large lyceum overwhelmed Lust with jealousy. If only he could call this place his own, rule the netherworld and all the inhabitants in it. Perhaps then, the lust would finally fade away. His train of thoughts halted as he looked around.


The black marble lined with bloodred veins made the walls look like they were the rotten lungs of a smoker on his deathbed. The crimson carpets decorated with gold lining made it feel like he was standing on a sea of blood with golden soullinks flowing through them. The golden columns ornamented with Acanthus Leaves were in an indication of the unholy divine status and power of the owner.


Lust resisted the temptation to destroy it all but he couldn't help to tremble slightly with jealous rage. Why, why did that fool of a Father have to be in command? Lust's handsome face was stonecold though, he knew that the time for a coup d'état was not yet at hand and to reveal his plans and ambitions already was unwise to put it mildly.


Opening his arms he exclaimed loudly:


" Father, we have answered your calling. Honor us with your allmighty presence. "


A nearly invisible mocking smile on Lust's face. ' Allmighty presence...We'll see about that soon enough. ' he thought as he waited for Ba'haal.
 
Lucifer sat in his dining room, at the head of a grand table. He sighed, and a playful smirk grew on his face.


This would be entertaining.


~


Vassago stood at the entry to the castle, awaiting all the Sinlords. In a display of respect, Vassago opened the doors, ushering the Sins into the main foyer.


"Hurry, quickly! Lucifer is waiting for you all in the dining hall!" He said in trembling voice.
 
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