[color=gray][h2]Ag'thal - the Sin of Greed[/h2][/color][hr]
It had been too long since Ag'thal had had a taste of abundance. Forgotten, humiliated, cast away with these other lesser beings, her sisters and brothers. None of them had ambition quite as burning as she did, none of them deserved to get out of here quite as bad as she did.
In the empty corridors, dark and void of life, wandered Ag'thaliagh't'ar, the forgotten sin of Greed. A position once so powerful had crumbled before her eyes, ungrateful newer demons forcing her to retreat here with all of the other sins.

Bulging eyes, darker than antimatter, blinked and looked around in the cave. Hair wispy like dark fog, fingers long and sharp with fangs. Ag'thal was bored, oh, so bored. She had been laying low for long enough, she thought with a flippant scoff; it was time to act. Being here, where the buzzing noise was too loud to bear and silent at the same time, it was unlike any other place Ag'thal had been. And she hated it, loathed it. Walking around with bored yawns coming out of her many, beastly mouths, Ag'thal happened to come across her brother.
[i]Ah, Wrath, it is.[/i] The demon angrier than any other - a dear brother, in fact. Ag'thal's many mouths curved into sharp, teeth-baring smiles as she heard her fellow outcast.

[color=gray][b]"Why, Gertus. Perhaps out of all of our siblings, I always despised you the least. No matter,"[/b][/color] Ag'thal cooed, voices coming out with echoes as all her mouths spoke in unision yet slightly off beat. She circled closer to her brother, devious smile dancing on her many mouths. One mouth poked out a sharp, dark tongue; long and greedy. All the eyes dotted over Ag'thal's skin were turned on her brother. It was only a formality, of course. Demons were not related. But you could consider it a gesture of respect, even though Ag'thal's intentions were never anything but for her own gain. [color=gray][b]"Your goal isn't high enough, dear brother. Why retake Hell when there are realms beyond? My next conquest shall be the mortal realm; I shall not settle for any less,"[/b][/color] she finished at last, coming to a natural halt.
Ag'thal had always been very well-spoken. There was always a small air of superiority to her, like she felt she was above everyone. Now, looking at the sin of Wrath, Gertus, Ag'thal could only see someone whose position she could take, had she wanted it. Now, her goals were much higher, her ambition fuelling her insatiable greed. Out of all of her fellow sins, she'd always thought Gertus had the most to accomplish, after her, of course. Out of the others, she'd always hated Lust the least. Pride, she thought, was someone she could say she almost respected. Gluttony and Envy, on the other hand, she'd found as disgraceful shadow images of her own power, goals tainted by some humanlike emotion like envy for others, or hunger for food. This was her own take on it, of course. But Ag'thal had always thought she was ultimately right. And Sloth... she didn't even consider Sloth an entity worth her time. If the sins were supposed to be her equals - which she obviously thought they weren't - Sloth certainly got the short end of the stick from her.