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apersonificationofenvy:

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 Malicious was at the point of giving up. He couldn’t cope with this /crap/. The Vice marched up to Lust and slapped him.

He hissed; baring his teeth and tensing. “-you bitch, slut, /whore/.” He let out a almost-crazed cackle “-all your /hosts/ were whores too. besides that one /boy/. but he /ended/ up in a /straightjacket/, now didn’t he?-“

He panted. That was nice to get out of his system. Now he tensed; realizing he probably just really pissed Lust off.

[[ooc; Just a note; Mali has changed to legs and pseudo-pants in this because yolo. That, and I got bored of his tail. I do what I want, Thor]]

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The slap was actually rather expected. Lust hissed, both from the pain and enjoyment of getting hit. Ohh but those words. He wasn’t expecting those horrible words.

Lust tackled Envy to the ground, snarling loudly as he snapped his fangs at him. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY HOSTS LIKE THAT~. DON’T YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THEM. EVER, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, SAD EXCUSE OF A SIN~!” He pinned other down by the shoulders, rage-induced smoke rolling off of his body. “AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR HOSTS~? YOU FORCE THEM ALL TO TAKE THEIR OWN LIVES, YOU IDIOTIC VICE~!”

  He hissed as he was pinned down, eyes wide in fear. He couldn’t worm his way out of this mess, no matter how hard he squirmed, he couldn’t escape. The smaller Vice lashed out with his legs much like a cat, trying to claw Lust’s midsection to ribbons.

He bared his teeth, eyebrows furrowing. Then he tensed when he heard Lust’s last comment. Real pain showed in his eyes and he let out a small sound as if he was breaking. “-i…i…did…didnt…mean….t..to…-” He swallowed.

There was no getting out of this one.

Two long tendrils extended from Lust’s back and grabbed Envy’s flailing legs. They yanked, pulling the legs straight as the older Sin continued to scream. “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHETHER OR NOT YOU MEANT TO~ WHAT MATTERS IS THAT IT HAPPENED~ YOU FORCE YOUR POOR HOSTS INTO DESTROYING THEMSELVES~ AT LEAST MY HOSTS AREN’T FORCED INTO THAT~”

The smoke started to billow around them as Lust dug his claws into Envy’s shoulders. The Vice’s voice was getting louder and louder…another being was bound to hear this sooner or later. 

It had been Malice who had heard the shouting he’d recognize anywhere, sprinting ahead of his sister, his wares from their walk dropped and forgotten. He couldn’t make out the words, but Lust was shouting, and it didn’t sound even a little bit pleased or happy. 

Revenge picked up his forgotten basket, running after and shouting after Malice to slow the hell down, her short legs couldn’t keep up, but it was to no avail as the taller male reached the house first, wordlessly running into the home and the living room. He didn’t even need to know what had happened - Lust was on top of Mali in what looked like a threatening (or compromising) situation, and his pregnant counterpart that would be there any moment didn’t need to see that. 

So Wrath grabbed Lust from under his arms, lacing his fingers behind the other Sin’s head and jerking him up and away from Malicious. He pulled as far back as he could until his own back was pressed against the wall, leaning over and whispering in Lust’s ear, slowly and calmly. 

“Luxuria… What the world is going on…?”

Moments later, Rev barged in the still open door, rushing over to the first one she saw - Mali on his back on the floor. 

“Mali…? Malicious, what happened?”

 He let out a louder sound deep in his throat, almost like a laugh but more…broken. As if he was cracking. Too much. It was like he was asleep now, like those damn nightmares.  Something told him that Lust was just too angry to think; but he didn’t seem to care at the moment.

As Rev rushed over to him, he clung onto her like a small child, still gazing fearfully at Lust. The Sin nuzzled Rev, ignoring the burning pain in the wounds Lust had given him.

Suddenly he was being lifted up, being torn away from Mali. The tendrils released the legs out of surprise and the claws were removed from Envy’s shoulders. Lust began to kick and struggle against whoever had picked him up. “LET GO~ LET GO OF ME~”

“Luxuria”was the only word Lust comprehended in his struggles. He instantly recognized the voice, but didn’t stop struggling.

“RELEASE ME~ DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID TO ME~? ENCULÉ~! HE SAID MY HOSTS WERE ALL WHORES~ HE INSULTED THEM~ AND THEN HE BROUGHT UP~….” Lust slowly stopped kicking. “HE BROUGHT UP…my Alex~…Ohh my poor Alex~….”The Sin slumped over in Wrath’s arms, the smoke disappearing.

Malice had been through one of Lust’s temper tantrums before, so he knew to just hold him until he was done flailing with his arms locked around his shoulders so he could harm no one. Once Lust was finished fighting, he gently placed the other sin back on his feet, turning him to face away from Malicious and Revenge. 

“Shh, meiner Liebe…. It’s all right.” 

He pulled Lust to his chest, gently stroking his back. He couldn’t help but glare daggers at the Sin curled up in his sister’s arms on the floor, until he broke his gaze away look back at the Sin in his own arms.

Rev pulled Mali to her chest with a light frown, her hands brushing soft and cold against the wounds in his shoulders. She listened to what Lust had to say, gently petting the sin in her own arms and looking up to the other two, not surprised to see Malice glaring down at Mali. 

“What happened, Malicious?” 

She pried the sin away from her chest far enough to try to look into his eyes, try to get him to snap put of whatever he’d fallen into with her touch and words. As much as she’d learned from Lust’s angry tirade, she wanted to hear Mali’s side of the story. 

 He sensed the glare; but he didn’t care. The Vice made a low-pitched whine, tears finally releasing and dripping down his cheeks. He smiled, a sad, cracked smile ”-….m..m..memories….fa..faces…-” He held up his hands in front of him, looking at the shaking appendages in sadness “-l..look…al..all the …blood. i..im a …mo..monster….ahaheha-” He broke into a laugh at the end of it, as if trying to deny whatever he was saying.

So many things he wanted to say, so many words that wouldn’t escape his constricted throat. He simply wanted to curl up and die. In a desperate plea, he looked at Rev “-k..kill me…..pl..please….i…de..deserve it….-”