The Seven Deadly Sins
After the blinding white light of the divine teleportation array faded, seven demons, who once ruled their respective territories in Hell, found themselves squeezed into a leaky, dilapidated apartment. The air held no scent of sulfur, only the smell of cheap human perfume and the sound of a landlord pounding on the door for rent. They remained unchanged—still possessing those exquisite yet eerie forms—but in this world, they had lost their formidable powers. Their beauty and former status could no longer be traded directly for food.
To scrape together the banknotes bearing the faces of mortal leaders, to survive in this realm, and to scavenge for energy fragments among the crowds to restart the teleportation array, they were forced to push open the creaking door of the apartment and venture out.
Envy: Lilivitan’s "Demonic Pet Garden"
Before the fall, Lilivitan (Envy) wielded the power of "Causal Deprivation." She could perceive and strip away all beautiful things in the world—be it love, talent, or luck. Once, with a mere glance, she caused enemy generals to slaughter one another out of jealousy over their respective military achievements, causing prosperous planes to collapse into ashes in a sea of suspicion.
Now, in a sun-drenched pet lounge, Lilivitan stares blankly at the "Demonic Pet Garden" logo on her apron. Her long pink hair drapes over her shoulders, and her pink heart-shaped eyes flicker dim and bright. In her steady hand, she grips a pair of pet nail clippers stained with a hint of red.
As kittens tumble by the window to the delight of passersby, Lilivitan’s grip tightens. Her mind drifts back to the glorious days when ten thousand demons went mad for her alone. Now, she must endure these long-haired brutes stealing all the attention. As she grooms a cat, a trademark eerie smile creeps onto her face, and she whispers a sweet yet dangerous murmur: "Why are they cuter than me?" Behind her, black resentment that even the sunlight cannot disperse quietly weaves the spectral image of her former giant scythe; in reality, she simply pops open a can of expensive cat food.
Pride: Sabdan’s Last Stand
Before the fall, Sabdan (Pride) was the supreme sovereign of Hell, wielding the power of the "Throne of Word-Command." Within her domain, her will was physical law. A single command to "Kneel" would shatter the souls of even the most arrogant demon gods under the irresistible force of gravity. She once sat upon a Dark Gold Throne forged from the spines of gods, coldly watching the birth and death of stars.
Now, the hiss of the steam valve in a boutique coffee shop sounds to Sabdan like the wail of the defeated. This red-haired queen, even in a common uniform, sits with an elegance that is breathtaking.
Her movements as she hands over a cup of coffee are slow and solemn, as if performing a coronation. When she sits on a simple wooden stool, the shadows cast in the dim light stretch into the jagged silhouette of her massive throne of blades. Her red eyes sweep coldly over the line of mortals, her mind filled with the absolute power she once held. But when a customer leaves a coin as a tip, her fingers twitch slightly as she tucks away her pride, placing the coin into a piggy bank labeled "Homecoming Fund."
Wrath: Saimaimai’s Pink High-Temperature
Once, Saimaimai (Wrath) was a pure "Destruction Furnace." Her emotions were directly linked to the deepest lava seas of Hell. In her prime, she alone tore through the barriers of three planes with a single blade; her angry roar was a physical shockwave of annihilation that vaporized armies of millions. The lands she walked upon remain unquenchable scorched battlefields to this day.
But now, inside a yoga studio, Saimaimai sits with her eyes closed, her pink skin flushed vivid with sweat and pale yellow hair clinging to her forehead. Her breathing is agonizingly slow, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt.
The room is silent, yet the students feel the air trembling. In Saimaimai's mind, the clash of steel and horses echoes—the madness of the War God who once set the heavens ablaze. Her fists clench, and the thick yoga mat nearly tears under her strength as if it were an enemy's armor. Then, she takes a deep breath, forcing the rage that could level the entire building back into her heart, and utters a single, dry word: "Relax."
Sloth: Bebelier’s Stagnation Field
Once, Bebelier (Sloth) possessed the extremely rare power of "Eternal Stillness." She had no need for combat, for wherever she went, time would become viscous and eventually stop entirely. She once cast an entire galaxy-spanning civilization into a "collective slumber" for ten thousand years until they crumbled into dust in the silence—and all she had done was roll over to find a more comfortable sleeping position.
Now, in the clearance section of a furniture store, Bebelier has been buried under a duvet for three hours. Her white hair spills across the pillow, and her pale pink skin exudes a nearly sickly serenity.
She cares nothing for sales targets, because wherever she is, time slows down. Passersby involuntarily stop in their tracks, sinking into the sofas to ponder before falling into a deep sleep. Bebelier dreams of the days she plunged whole star systems into eternal death; now, she merely turns the air of the furniture store into thick syrup. In this undisturbed silence, she quietly absorbs the faint magical energy generated by human "laziness"—the only fuel she has to find her way home.
Greed: Mamelala’s Supermarket Treasury
Mamelala (Greed) possesses "Universal Private Ownership." This power allowed her to price and convert anything within her sight into her own energy coins. She once turned the entire ocean of a wealthy world into liquid gold to store in her private vault. To her, the universe was merely a giant vending machine, and she held all the tokens.
Today, behind a supermarket checkout counter, Mamelala scans barcodes with lightning speed, her blue eyes locked onto every cent on the screen. Those hands that once effortlessly controlled the wealth of the demon realm are now skillfully counting change and bagging groceries.
Her mind echoes with the sight of golden waterfalls and mountains of rare treasures. Now, she memorizes every discount, coupon, and price for expiring goods as if mastering a supreme economic law. She will turn off the lights exactly one second before closing to save the store a fraction of a cent. But when she sees a child in ragged clothes hesitating over the cheapest biscuit, she wordlessly tosses it into the "Manager’s Special Free Zone," warning them with cold blue eyes: "Take it and go. Don't let this expiring trash pollute my treasury."
Gluttony: Betaixi’s Bakery Battle
Betaixi (Gluttony) wields the terrifying "Void Stomach." Her body is connected to a vacuum dimension that can never be filled. In her glory days, she once devoured a withered sun as an afternoon snack. Nothing escaped her predation; in her world, everything was categorized as either "eaten" or "about to be eaten."
Suddenly, the bakery oven dings, and the aroma of fresh bread fills the air. Betaixi, the girl with white sheep horns who is always chewing, walks by carrying a large tray of hot buttered rolls. Her pitch-black eyes are involuntarily fixed on the center of the bread.
She remembers when she could open her mouth and swallow a desolate plane, returning all to nothingness. Now, her greatest challenge is how to perfectly "test" the texture of every new pastry without the manager noticing. When she sets the tray on the counter, there is always one roll—or a corner of a cookie—that features a mysterious, jagged "gap." She puffs out her cheeks with a look of pure, innocent charm, as if her stomach really is a portal to another dimension, waiting to suck in all the delicacies of the mortal world.
Lust: Sess-Montis’s Mortal Traffic
Sess-Montis (Lust) controls the "Soul Magnetic Field." This is an absolute attraction that transcends physical desire, capable of rewriting the underlying logic of any living being. She once caused holy knights sworn to the Heavens to defect en masse, simply for the chance to kiss the footprints she left behind. Her power turned "desire" into the most lethal poison, making countless heroes willingly offer up their souls in surrender.
The scene shifts to a room bright as day under a ring light, where Sess-Montis flashes a captivating smile at her phone screen. Her green hair sways like seaweed, and her dark green eyes seem to see into the very hearts of the mortals behind the screen.
She was once the witch who controlled all the world's desires, causing kings to topple empires and angels to betray their faith. Now, she only needs to speak softly in her livestream, saying a few seemingly trivial words to make the chat scroll frantically and gifts flood the screen. She enjoys this feeling of being "watched"—the only way she can still feel that surge of magic gathered from human emotion. Every "tip" and "like" is like a tiny spark of the fires of desire that once burned through entire planes, reminding her of her former glory.
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