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[color=ec008c][i]Feh... About time we had some action.[/i][/color] The enticing voice grasped into the air, it's vibrations carressing the thin black veil that hung over the space. The source of the beautiful words lied across a thin silken sheet, it's curvatious skin gracing along the woven cloth, and was placed upon a dark throne made of down. Truly, one of the most comfortable and arousing rooms, with incence burning and an aroma that bled into the nose with a fierce seduction.

[color=ec008c]Lust[/color] may be imprisoned along with her six comrades, but Lucifer wasn't one to disappoint. It didn't take much for her to convince the Lord of Hell to allow a bit of comfort for her cell, at least until this eternity was over. Considering the circumstances now, however, she felt the most pleasure she had experienced in millenia. And for the origin of pleasure, that really meant something.

Here, yes, she was trapped. Her own little plane of existence, a dense void of blackness, with a few rooms with palpable objects inside. For centuries, she walked, growing increasingly bored with her surroundings, but hey - a promise is a promise, and Lucifer was not one to disappoint. He had said he was going to give her luxury, but she had to search for it here. At least, she had thought at the time, he had gotten his money's worth of her wandering. Finally, she found the Rooms - the break in the Void that revealed several dense clusters of light that each contained specific settings. Her own, a mansion-sized bedroom, beyond the likes of which no mortal could even fathom, kept her 'physical' body in serene comfort at all times. But there were other rooms.

Some rooms meant for pleasure. Seductive hells, no man could survive the fantasies that played out within each room, be they sexual or otherwise. Each room could fulfill anyone's deepest desire, satiating them beyond any measure.

But some rooms... they were meant for pain.

No words could describe it. The immense horror. Meant to drive a lost soul to the brink of insanity - and leave it close enough to touch it. To take the worst imaginable suffering and inflict it on a wandering spirit, grasping it by the ankles and dragging it into darkness. Drowning it in bile, inflicting the physical trauma that a psychopath could never achieve. But psychological pain, that was her favorite. Watching the spirit falter, flicker, watch it as it's world begins to shake, and it reaches up to it's head and lets out a shrill scream. Flailing around as it continues to shriek for relief, to end it's own suffering. To watch as the wood bends, hearing the timber start to crack, and then it [b]SNAPS[/b].

All of these rooms, however, pain or pleasure, were meant for one thing only.

[color=ec008c]Lust.[/color]

She had read the prophetic verses. Lo and behold, her savior arrives - in the form of a small, albeit beautiful, young girl. The writings that spoke of seven outcasts, to bring this era of Hell to an end, and open the portal to a new chaos of fire that reigned below the mortal plane.

Already, they faught. It was such a gorgeous sight for her, to see her friends' captors break each others' bodies, watch as each one of them had their own souls begin to dim as the Sins began to gain their power. Wrath, of course, ran rampant - no doubt his mortal's soul was on the brink of going out. Gluttony's body had already been broken, yet it seemed quite resilient. Sloth seemed to remain oblivious to the situation with Wrath, not to Lust's surprise, though.

But then, Wrath stopped. He had clearly been hurt, and Lust couldn't help but be annoyed.

[color=ec008c][i]Honestly, no wonder we're still like this...[/i][/color] A furious scowl spread across the other-wise flawless face, turning the seduction of appearance into the terror of expression, at its highest intensity.
[color=ec008c][i]It's almost embarrassing.[/i][/color] She rose from her plushed throne, each gyration of each muscle accentuated with delicacy, emphasizing a dark beauty in her gait.
[color=ec008c][i]My work on her should be almost done by now, anyway,[/i][/color] she thought. [color=ec008c][i]Maybe this hand will prove more efficient.[/i][/color] A grimmace appeared on her lips, resonating pure evil, but still arousing a desire of the mind. It was a shame she had no one to show it to - she had had plenty of time to practice over the course of millenia.

[color=ec008c]"I suppose now is as good a time as any, considering the circumstances... Oh, it will be [i]sooo[/i] good to have a body again♥!"[/color] The last of her now spoken phrase pierced the thick air, melting the cold expanse of nothing into a syrupy libido.