Disclaimer: Contents might sound offensive but please take note that the pronouns “You” and “Your” refers to a specific someone and not the reader.
This will be the start of the seven-part “thing” that I will be posting in the next seven days. I know that I don’t have much followers but hopefully someone might read this that this series of posts will become something that will be remembered. This will be the seven deadly sins of that “thing” everyone might have felt in one way or the other.
First, Acedia. This would be the end of everything. And they said that everything that ends will be the start of something new. Let’s see if that would really happen if you keep chasing the one thing that already ended. Acedia should have stopped you from caring. It should have ended all empathy and started all apathy. But no. You did not. Oh, Belphegor, why have you not work your magic? Or have you been slacking as well?
Second, Avaritia. You want it all. Money, underlings, influence, properties. Everything is not enough for you. All you want to get is everything. All the four corners of the globe should be named after you. All memories are associated with you. You should be able to exist in everything and everyone. Why should you? You aren’t even Mammon to begin with.
Third, Gula. You hunger too much. You seek to be fed. You seek more to be full. Your craving is insatiable and slowly you are becoming more and more gluttonous. You want to eat everything that you see. Beelzebub will be dining with you. And all that is served, you will surely consume.
Fourth, Luxuria. Now you are driven crazy with desire. All your carnal knowledge is consuming you and you want to take it all out. You have found this but in a very inappropriate time. Your lust is too much to handle and cannot be determined anymore by the human logic. Maybe you are too influenced by Asmodeus and the mundane impulse for fornication.
Fifth, Invidia. Since you knew that you cannot have everything, you envy others for what they have. You always look on what was not given to you. What you can never understand is that it can never be yours, ever. And still you are jealous. You want to covet what is not yours. Let the Leviathan do your bidding for you.
Sixth, Ira. And we all know your wrath whenever you never get everything that you desire. Your fury is nothing compared to the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. It clears everything it passes through and make sure everything dies. You have a dragon’s rage. You can never contain the vexation as much as Satan do.
Last, Superbia. And when it is time to admit that this is all your fault, you will never let down your pride and will make sure that you still get the final say. All your vanities come out and your arrogance radiates in everything that you do. You would never admit your weakness and kill anyone who rejects your narcissism because you are conceited fool. You can even ask your brother, Lucifer, about the truth. That is, if the latter would speak of it.
And now you have become the embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sins. What have become of you? Or you might have been born to become such.