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@personifcationofpride-blog
Pride waved a hand dismissively. “I had more important things on my mind than the motives of my brothers.”
Ears perking at the sound, Pride turned his attention upward at the sound. For a moment, he thought to ask about it, before Malice’s question tugged his focus away.
With a harsh scowl, he leaned back. “No. Lust and I hardly get along at all.” His words were tinted with a growl that threatened to bubble out of his chest.
Pride quirked an eyebrow at the question. There was no reason why he would know why his brothers decided to sleep. Their choices didn’t matter to him, not really. Not as long as it didn’t effect him directly. Now, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t annoyed, at the very least, for feeling left out of the loop, but that was a different matter entirely.
“Why would you think that I would know anything about it?” He scoffed. Pride picked up on the air of uncertainty and distaste on the subject and he shifted his weight, crossing his legs as a way of dealing with the tension.
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“Yet, I do love to travel. I’ve seen wonderful things.”
Pride hummed in thought, sipping from his tea. “Well, like you, most of them went in for a long nap. Lust, I’ve seen. And before all of this, I spent quite a bit of time with Greed. But other than that.” He shrugged carelessly, seeming to not care much about the state of his brothers.
The new tone in Pride’s voice rang against the inside of Lust’s skull. Something was not right, but he was suddenly so hungry. What was he even doing? He had the other Sin pinned to the wall, and he tasted the thick, unforgettable flavor of ichor against his teeth. Oh. Lust blinked in an attempt to force away the feral urge to completely ruin Pride and carefully pulled his teeth free. “…You need to leave~” he said, stepping back a few feet. “Now~”
Pride let out a harsh grunt as Lust pulled his teeth free, pressing himself further to the wall as Lust stepped back. A look of pure disdain tainted his face, and hurt lingered just below the surface. Pride running from his battles. Like always. With a loud snarl that ripped from his throat, he brought a hand up to his neck, putting pressure on the wound before a quick swirl and a crack had him vanishing from the room, leaving nothing behind but a crack in the wall and drips of dark blood on the floor.
The deep growl that vibrated through Lust’s chest softened at the squirming, morphing into a resonant purr. His teeth remained buried under skin, but his leg lifted, pressing up against Pride as he pushed his own hips forward. The instinct to tear apart the other’s flesh was still there, but another urge was bubbling up from underneath.
Pride let out a strained sound as suddenly the leg was being lifted, pushed higher up against him as Lust pushed back. The purr has shocked him, but it wasn’t hard for Pride to figure out what was going on. “Lust.” He said, sounding a little more desperate than he had before, as he was filled with a sharp pain in his chest. Humiliation.
Pride’s skin popping under his teeth felt incredibly, savagely right and deeply satisfying. A low, rumbling growl came from deep in Lust’s throat as he held on to the other Sin’s body, and for a brief and horrible moment, there was the urge to rip away chunks of flesh. Still, Lust sat frozen, his teeth still buried into Pride’s shoulder, the truly feral side of himself threatening to push the final boundaries and take over.
Lust wasn’t letting go. Lust’s teeth were still in his neck and he wasn’t letting go! Pride snarled and with wide eyes, he barked, “Lust, let me go!” He wanted to twist, to flail and fight, but he was terrified of the consequences should he move too much. Instead he simply squirmed, his hips moving against Lust’s as he tried to push down on the leg between his thighs and break free.
Oh so that’s what this was about– living in the shadow of his predecessor. Before Lust could respond, his vision went white from the impact against his skull. A dull whine built in his ears from the pain, and now momentarily confused, he leaned forward and tried to blindly dig his long, sharp teeth into Pride’s body.
Perhaps using his head as a weapon was a mistake. Pride’s mind went reeling as he recovered from the impact, but maybe the pain he had inflicted on Lust would be greater and Pride could gain the upper hand. Only a moment seemed to pass before he was proved wrong, and Lust’s horribly sharp teeth went sinking into the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. The younger Sin howled in pain and stilled his movements, afraid that he would cause Lust to tear a chunk out of his flesh. He was still unsure of what his physical limits were, but he’d be damned if he let this scar him.
Pride nodded, tuning in and out of the conversation. Gardening, he enjoyed, but the general maintenance speak was below him. He wasn’t Sloth, but he had others to do that kind of work for him.
There was a crack in his cool demeanor as Malice spoke, clearly eager to speak about himself. “I drift between here and Hell. I have a home here but its modest compared to the castle there.” The first Pride’s castle, he meant, but he wouldn’t say it. “It’s been nearly... five years now, I believe. I spent most of it traveling.”
it’s hard out here for a baby-faced demon
Grasping the offered, Pride took a sip of the tea, hoping the motion would mask his discomfort. “... It is grand isn’t it? Traveling, I mean? To see the world, ever changing and filled with living, breathing things. I - “ Before he could continue, he was distracted by the opening door.
“Ah, Malice.” Pride stood, and though he was the same height as Malice, and slighter than the other Sin, his presence was still large and gave the impression of looming. For a brief moment, he eyed the extended hand, before he grasped it with a firm grip to shake. Pride was out of his element, but he’d be damned if he let it show. “I have been well, I suppose. And you?” He asked as he lowered himself back into his seat.
@thepersonificationsofwrath continued from here
Pride was glad for the show of hospitality, and he moved with a confidence and regality through the kitchen that seemed natural, even if it didn’t make sense for someone so young. “Thank you,” he took the open seat, sliding down with grace.
“I have been well. Traveling, until recently.” In the past, his meetings the Wrath siblings had only been brief. He stiffened slightly at the comment of before. “...Yes, it is... nice to finally meet you.”
Pride shifted outside of the home of the Wraths. He had never been close with these particular siblings, but with the recent activity, he figured now was the time to make contact. With a heavy sigh, he straightened his clothes before knocking on the door with a sharp tap of his fist.
There is a period of silence before the front door of the home swings open to reveal Revenge, her raven hair in long, shining curls around her shoulders and a red bandanna tied in a bow at her temple.
“… Pride! How /lovely/ to see you! Please, come on in.”
She steps aside to allow Pride into the home where things are very similar to the way they’d always been with some very subtle differences; two slate-gray woolen peacoats hung on the rack by the door, the old photos down the halls replaced with lovingly painted still scenes of flowers and nature.
Pride had never been to the house before, and curious, judging eyes looked around, eyeing all of the decorations and paintings. If he saw anything he disapproved of, he didn’t let it show in his face. “Revenge. It is good to see you.” His voice was smooth when he spoke, and his lips pulled up in a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Formalities.
“I noticed you had returned home. I’ve come to see how you and Malice have been.”
“He wasn’t a fool!” Lust snapped. The attempts to push Lust away caused a kick to the shin, and with a low growl, he tried to wedge one of his own legs between Pride’s. “You’re certainly right, you are nothing like him!”
Pride snarled when Lust forced a knee between his legs, efficiently pinning him. “Yes, because I’m here and he’s not! Nothing will change that fact, and I refuse to live in his shadow!” Pride’s eyes went wide as those last words slipped past his lips. No.. not he couldn’t let Lust know that he felt that way. With a harsh growl, Pride threw his head forward with all of his force, trying to clash it into Lust’s skull.
If Lust had noticed the new, huge crack in the drywall, he certainly didn’t acknowledge it. “Take it back,” he hissed, pressing himself up against Pride as he twisted in his grasp. The relationship Lust had maintained with the first Pride was anything but perfect, but it certainly wasn’t considered a mistake. “Fucking take it back, you awful rat.”
“No!” Pride snarled, attempting to use his legs to kick the other Sin off of him. This was a nightmare, fighting his brother. He knew that Lust, with millennia of age and experience, could easily take him in a fight, but losing to his brother would be horrible - damaging. “Admit it! He was a fool and I am nothing like him!”
((If Pride was a song, he’d be the Emperors New Clothes by Panic!
I’m trying to come up with songs for the personifications))
