Post by Azza-Kiara Dempsey on Jan 3, 2017 0:51:13 GMT -5
"Boredom." Azza stated decidedly, "If there were to be an eighth sin, it would most surely be that of boredom." Azza had returned to her favorite circle of Hell, the eighth. Sinners sent to repent, face their punishment, all that fun jazz. She had expected the Seven's time on Earth to be a bit more exciting, as it were. But she had been a bit distracted by the sights of the new world, rather than inflicting and molding her sin.
In no time at all, they had returned back to their own realm. Pride held her favorite carving knife over the same man she'd left behind, allowing her lips to turn into a smile. "I hope you didn't miss me too much?" She asked rhetorically.
"But, then again, who wouldn't miss my pretty face carving out their flesh and blood?" Azza gave a small laugh at her joke, allowing the blade to fall just enough to retrace the pretty picture that had scarred over nicely on the sinner's chest and abdomen. Pressing a bit harder, Azza's smile only widened as the gentleman's screams grew, his struggling only increasing the pain inflicted as her blade dug just deep enough to re-open the wounds. "Let's get that blood flowing again.." Azza directed, directing her blade along the wounds, the brush to a canvas.
Shrieks and moans and screams. All the like were very common in the eighth circle. They were even expected. However, the cries that broke her concentration were not the usual she had come to know and look forward to. "What in Hell.." Azza's eyes narrowed for a moment, her pupils taking on a snake-like appearance as her human form wavered. Leaving her current plaything behind, Azza marched across her platform that overlooked the eighth circle, and her face dropped immediately. "What in Hell?" She repeated once more, unsure what to make of the scene unfolding below her. The Lesser Demons of her level were all but abandoning their posts and sinners, fighting to make their way through some sort of gateway between the realms. The Gates of Hell were open.
The Gates of Hell.. were open? That sort of thing didn't just happen. Keeping watch on the situation, Pride quickly wiped the sinners blood from her blade, then proceeded to stab a deep cut in her own palm. Only after allowing the blood to pool for a moment did Azza tilt her hand, creating a semi-large circle on the floor around her. Disregarding the typical pentagram, Azza went instead for a septagram. 7 points for the 7 sins. Each time her hand healed, Azza carved another cut, using her own blood for this task. She hoped her brothers and sisters wouldn't ignore this. Being Pride, she rarely called the group together of her own accord. Nevertheless by summoning them with her own blood. Standing within the center of the circle, Azza took her blade and began carving the Seven Sin's names into the air around her, quietly chanting.
After what felt like long enough for her message to be heard, Azza lowered her blade and carefully stepped from the summoning circle. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if any of her fellow Sins showed up. Sighing to herself, Azza returned to watching demons enter and leave Hell at will. This was going to be a fun mess to clean up.
In no time at all, they had returned back to their own realm. Pride held her favorite carving knife over the same man she'd left behind, allowing her lips to turn into a smile. "I hope you didn't miss me too much?" She asked rhetorically.
"But, then again, who wouldn't miss my pretty face carving out their flesh and blood?" Azza gave a small laugh at her joke, allowing the blade to fall just enough to retrace the pretty picture that had scarred over nicely on the sinner's chest and abdomen. Pressing a bit harder, Azza's smile only widened as the gentleman's screams grew, his struggling only increasing the pain inflicted as her blade dug just deep enough to re-open the wounds. "Let's get that blood flowing again.." Azza directed, directing her blade along the wounds, the brush to a canvas.
Shrieks and moans and screams. All the like were very common in the eighth circle. They were even expected. However, the cries that broke her concentration were not the usual she had come to know and look forward to. "What in Hell.." Azza's eyes narrowed for a moment, her pupils taking on a snake-like appearance as her human form wavered. Leaving her current plaything behind, Azza marched across her platform that overlooked the eighth circle, and her face dropped immediately. "What in Hell?" She repeated once more, unsure what to make of the scene unfolding below her. The Lesser Demons of her level were all but abandoning their posts and sinners, fighting to make their way through some sort of gateway between the realms. The Gates of Hell were open.
The Gates of Hell.. were open? That sort of thing didn't just happen. Keeping watch on the situation, Pride quickly wiped the sinners blood from her blade, then proceeded to stab a deep cut in her own palm. Only after allowing the blood to pool for a moment did Azza tilt her hand, creating a semi-large circle on the floor around her. Disregarding the typical pentagram, Azza went instead for a septagram. 7 points for the 7 sins. Each time her hand healed, Azza carved another cut, using her own blood for this task. She hoped her brothers and sisters wouldn't ignore this. Being Pride, she rarely called the group together of her own accord. Nevertheless by summoning them with her own blood. Standing within the center of the circle, Azza took her blade and began carving the Seven Sin's names into the air around her, quietly chanting.
After what felt like long enough for her message to be heard, Azza lowered her blade and carefully stepped from the summoning circle. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if any of her fellow Sins showed up. Sighing to herself, Azza returned to watching demons enter and leave Hell at will. This was going to be a fun mess to clean up.