[color=gray][h3][color=#ae098c]M[/color][color=#ba0893]a[/color][color=#c5069b]g[/color][color=#d105a2]'[/color][color=#dc04a9]m[/color][color=#e803b0]o[/color][color=#f301b8]r[/color][color=#ff00bf]a[/color] [color=#ff0092]- Lust[/color]
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[color=#ff0092]“How ... terribly [i]drab[/i] this place is...”[/color] A bored, well-educated and feminine voice rang out from the darkness, followed by the unmistakable sound of high heeled shoes on the damp stone floor of their prison. 

[i]Click, click, click.[/i]

A humanoid form stepped forward. Blonde hair, red lips, an hourglass figure wrapped taut by a short crimson dress. Her dark eyes were cast downward to better examine the black polished nails of her upturned hand. Her eyes flicked up as though only just noticing the presence of the others.

[color=#ff0092]“Gertus.”[/color] She greeted, her voice like smooth velvet. [color=#ff0092]“I might almost mistake you for Pride with those high aspirations of yours. Retake hell? Darling, they’ve moved on.”[/color] 

To the many mouths of Greed, Mag’mora slowly turned on a heel. 

[color=#ff0092]“Ah, Ag’thal... well, you are looking positively delectable, my dear!”[/color] She cooed to the beast that any human might weep at in their wildest nightmares. Demons had a different sort of taste, however. The Sin of Lust extended one of her pale hands toward the creature, but instead of a slender finger, she attempted to caress Ag’thal’s form with a tendril of shadow-- a hint at her true nature. She tsk’d softly with this motion, intending it to be soothing. Comforting and loving. Like a mother consoling their child.

[color=#ff0092]“My sweet, while I do adore your most lofty of goals, what realm have we access to?”[/color] She purred, seeming to conjure a black seat for her to settle into. Upon closer inspection, it was all her: some of her formed of shadows, some of human flesh, giving the appearance (at first glance, at least) of a woman resting on a chair.

[color=#ff0092]“I’m afraid this is where The Forgotten sink to.”[/color] Her lips formed into a cute little pout and her lashes fluttered as if she might just cry. [color=#ff0092]“Though it is heartening at least to see you two here. How dreadful it would be to wait out eternity all on my lonesome.”[/color]

So, Wrath and Greed show their faces. She suspected the others would not be far behind. Each powerful in their own right, though Mag’mora felt that some wielded their force better than others. She always felt a sort of pure bond with Envy and Greed, so she hoped to find Shael’vol tailing them soon. Sloth tended not to get in the way, and she could certainly see the desire for creature comforts on some occasions. Gluttony’s voracious nature paired well with Lust also. The duo could inflict some real damage, mental or physical, if they chose. Wrath and Pride: the blockheads of the sins, at least in Lust’s mind. Where Sloth caused inaction, they spurred poor decisions and underestimation. Foolish, but perhaps useful.

[color=#ff0092]“Do you suppose the others are here? Our brethren?”[/color] Her voice gained a hopeful lilt as she peered into the darkness.