the reason i haven’t posted anything since yesterday.
the rulers of the circles of hell and smol satan
Also, i had help from @foxminttea who is my fucking savior, bow to her ya’ll.
Long ago, before the age of the sun and the moon, there was an infinite nothingness. A plane of existence without ecstasy, without pain, without suffering, without desire. In the days before days, in the time before time, a light emerged from the blackness. It created the skies and the seas, shaping trenches and sculpting mountains with nothing more than a single gesture. It created existence, as a method of expanding upon the universe, so that it may expand upon itself. With its joy, the sunlight filtered through the clouds, and with its sorrow, the rains filled the trenches and filled in the shifting seas.
The light was unsatisfied. With an exuberant motion, beams of sun penetrated the infertile soils, as tremors blasted land masses across the earth. the entirety of this land was unstable, and grew evermore with the force of ten thousand suns. Across the globe, appendages took shape from the clay and silt, attaching to one another in the ways of nature. Legs grouped together and built into a torso, arms crawled along the ground, climbing atop other grouped extremities. Emergence had begun as the first man scooped a mass of dirt into his hands, and placed it atop his headless core. He carved eyes from the dampened soils, and excavated a mouth of his own design. Millions of clay men shambled towards each other, barely animate enough to breathe.
The light had grown weary from such a task, and was reaching entropy. Seeing its life expended, it split into seven smaller, more elaborately colored rays of light, each embodying a clay being below the clouds. the eyes of each of the possessed men turned against the crowd, and walked triumphantly away from it. These were the lords of existence, and their greatest creation had taken root.
Time passed, trees towered above the land, and withered away with each passing century. The oceans roared with excitement each passing day, and the skies watched above as the anthropocene era began to grasp the land it had been given.
Beneath the land, fire and brimstone blasted the cavernous sub terrain. Crimson minerals formed caves that tunneled under each and every human footstep, unbeknownst to the clay men, as the powers that reign had no desire to uncover the depths from their hellish inferno. As man grew ever stronger above, forming institutions of dominion and governance, the flames grew higher, as if fed by the pent up rage and oppression of societal life. Kings ruled and Warlords conquered, but man moved ever forward with the burden of seven billion. Their time approached, as this race of clay beings would need to make the collective decision of a thousand lifetimes. Beneath the heels of humanity, the seven lords watched tirelessly at the progress of their experiment.
These seven, known of by humanity, had commenced the greatest test of all, seeking unification of all life in order to prevail. They congregated sitting upon their infernal thrones. Each was positioned surrounding a central blaze, watching the coals for all eternity. Images of life atop the land displayed within this flame, and each vassal influenced the inhabitants accordingly in an attempt to dissuade them from their goal of survival. A challenge was in order.
Each lord was far different from one another, Their appearance a representation of their individuality in sin. The shortest of the bunch, Greed was commonly unsatisfied with sharing the task of influencing humans. They had the most under their control by no small margin, each one being made to hoard their posessions and deny compassion to the less fortunate.
To their left, Heresy sat in stone-faced elegance. She worked her ways upon the life above in a simple, yet artful manner, as no definite act defined her influence as long as it went against the social law of mankind.
Beside her was the eldest lord, but who some called the most brutal. Violence acted with little reason, but very sparsely. When he showed his hand, the clay men were often faced with some of the most adverse and inhumane tasks in their recorded history. His wisdom often guided him in every plan he put into action, and very rarely did humans find the free will to choose common respect over the deaths that would soon follow their actions.
Sitting informally as always, Lust slouched over the throne adjacent to violence. He was the most physically grandiose of the lords, choosing often to go shirtless in lieu of a formal garment. He was the most easy-going, and his actions on life showed this. Very few could withstand his pull towards a life of choosing animal magnetism over personal relationship.
Fraud was situated beside Lust, usually laughing to himself about the actions he could influence humans to undertake. His usual approach was to test the limits of free will, and cause people pain and suffering in the name of comedy. He looked to Violence fairly frequently, always trying to emulate his actions, but allowing his own immaturity to get in the way of preemptive plans.
Gluttony was usually indulging in the easily attained, causing many to seek instant gratification and sloth instead of self-improvement. She was always seen snacking on something, often times to the point that she would abstain from conversation in the interest of filling her stomach. Certain regions of the world were especially susceptible to her, as humanity tended to decline as a whole in lands where her influence was ever-present.
Finally, the most prominent, Anger rested stoically upon his throne. He was often the root of a human's decline to being influenced by one of the lords, and acted primarily as the root of decline.
"What? This one is resolving his issues with another!" Anger exclaimed, moving further up on his seat.
"I refuse to lose another" he said, as the dim red glow of his eyes brightened. Within the central fire, a human was shown walking down a busy sidewalk beside another. And all seven watched as a peaceful conversation spontaneously devolved into a shouting match.
"How tragic." stated Heresy, in a sarcastic, yet empowered tone, her mouth twitching upwards to a slight smile.
Fraud started chuckling to himself, as his blue glow brightened, just as Anger's had. The shouting match ended abruptly as a garbage truck veered off the central highway and directly into the two.
"How *dare* you?!" Anger exclaimed to Fraud, "Find your own! I've had it with your incessant interferences!"
Fraud's gaze shifted from the flame to Anger, as he held back his laughter
"What, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right buddy? Why don't you go start a bar-fight or something?"
Anger was not amused.
The tension was interrupted by Greed as their green glow became more exemplified. A corner store in China suddenly saw two women clawing at one another over a half-priced pair of leggings. Anger looked to his immediate left and slammed his fists on the stone, cracking it beneath them.
"You shall not interrupt!" He shouted towards Greed, who looked almost entirely unphased by his outburst.
"Shut it, it's my turn. You just went, and I've been eyeing these two since my last turn."
Anger, again, was very much not amused by their dismissal of him.
"Are you two finished?" Heresy asked, looking to the mess that unfolded beside her. "I'm taking my turn now. Cut the interruptions." She said, glancing towards Fraud who immediately looked away as not to meet her gaze. She waved her hand with elegance as she emanated with royal purple light. The flame shifted, and an entire assembly started filing out in the middle of a speaking session, leaving the presenter appalled by what he perceived as his own failure.
"Dearest Violence" Heresy motioned to her left "I yield my time to you".
Violence groaned, his black-red glow remained dim.
"I pass." he said "The time isn't right."
Fraud was intrigued, but remained silent. Lust did, however, break the few seconds of silence.
"I have such a great idea." He said, glowing pink. The flame, still focused on Heresy's walkout, showed a much different scene now, as the remainder of those in the presentation began eyeing each other, some walked to the restrooms in pairs, further shocking the speaker, almost unable to continue at this point. Sounds of intercourse echoed through the halls.
Finally, it was actually Fraud's turn. He rubbed his hands together and laughed as his blue glow emanated. The speaker, overwhelmed by these actions, opened the nearest window and jumped. The hall was empty now, half of the attendees walking out, the other half in the midst of vulgarity. Heresy was clearly bothered by her subtle action turning into such an incident.
"Beating a dead horse, don't you think?" Asked Gluttony, in between bites of a chicken leg. Fraud simply shrugged it off, as he didn't necessarily care what she thought. gluttony took another large bite of her drumstick and halfheartedly waved it around, glowing a warm golden yellow.
The scene finally shifted after four turns of this auditorium, as a man held his measly paycheck. His calendar showed today's date with the word 'Anniversary' written over it. He pulled up his phone and spent the only money he had on a pizza delivery to his apartment.
"I don't think they'd have been together much longer anyway" Gluttony muffled, now stuffing herself with a bowl of rice.
Anger was tapping his foot impatiently.
"Let's hurry it up. I've been waiting to do this for a while, can you just finish already?!?" Anger growled to Gluttony. She looked up from her rice bowl and muffled something unintelligible, gesturing towards the center fire. Greed rolled her eyes.
"I think it's about time to do something a bit more important." Anger said, grinning as the flame stoked wildly. The President of the United States was in his office, on the phone with the French Consulate." Suddenly, he appeared furious. His screams of anguish filled the room, speaking in such a way never heard of from such a professional.
"You fool!" Violence shouted, sitting up from his chair. "I've been playing the long game with that one! He was about to cause the greatest genocide of his time! More deaths than the last one!" He stood up suddenly, leaving flaming black marks with every footstep as he rushed to confront Anger.
"Kick his ass, V!" Fraud shouted
"Step off, old man!" Anger exclaimed, also standing up. the height difference between the two, as Violence glared upwards, but still remained the more threatening of the two. Violence slammed the base of his staff against the blood colored stone. Both were fuming, Anger began to roll his sleeves as if to fight. The two were met with a purple wall of energy between them, as Heresy stood up, looking as serious and unhappy with the situation as always.
"Sit down. Both of you." She commanded, as the two of them glared towards her. "We're trying to accomplish a goal here, and nothing is going to get done with you two acting like children!" The two of them both reappeared sitting in their seats, wrapped in a purple cloud. Fraud shifted forward as if to speak, but was met with a cover over his mouth glowing with lilac energy.
"Violence." She commanded. "There will be plenty more." He glared at her, but began to calm rather quickly as he knew she was right.
"Heresy, my dear, I am sorry for that. Thank you.' Violence groaned.
Anger remained silent, but kept his arms crossed in rage and his evil eye fixated on Heresy and Violence alternatively. Greed still sat between all of this, watching but not commenting.
"Alright. I'm not trying to take sides here, but I have an idea." Greed said, her eyes glowing green. The president called his cabinet to order, and began giving a speech about the liberation of French resources for the U.S. It appeared as if war was on the horizon for the country, the shocked faces of the presidential cabinet only grew more surprised with each word. The president slammed his fists against the oak table, and pointed towards a map, shouting incoherently as two men jumped out of their seats, and started placing red pins over France. Heresy sighed. “Of course, you need to stir the pot, don’t you?” She said disappointedly to Greed. They shrugged, only half-caring about Heresy’s opinions. The fire began to crackle and grow milder. Lust sat up straight in his seat, and did a few double-takes before standing up and trotting off before anyone could stop him. “Quitting time.” Anger groaned, stopping to glare at Violence before lifting himself off the throne. The rest of them began to file out, Gluttony behind them all with her arms full of various snack foods.
