Petyr Baelish (notenough) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-24 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, lust |
Who: Greed and Lust
What: A little bit of catching up between the Sins, but Greed sees it more as an outlet following his business transaction for the night.
Where: Lust's penthouse
When: Tuesday, late evening
Warnings: Most likely language, sex, blood, incest.
Fucking Asians. Fucking son of whores. Fucking idiots.
Greed only mildly wondered if Wrath was around the docks when the transaction went wrong, since the obviously fake money was enough to send Greed into a killing spree shortly after he opened the case. It was one of the things that he hated about working with mortals, and wouldn't do so if it didn't mean they were the easiest tools to dispense when all was said and done. But tonight was exceptionally frustrating as these imbeciles had dared to try and fool Greed.
The case that was in his hands was quickly reduced into cinders and ashes as Greed's anger grew, while the anxious Asian sex traffickers looked on. Needless to say, after Greed was finished with them, the dealers and the whores that were with them (all skinny livestock) were thrown into the cold freezing waters, feeding the hungry fish that laid beneath the surface. What was left on the surface was entrails and body parts that Greed had continuously slashed into pieces, an occasional teeth lying about and your appendix draped over the crates.
Maybe it was the result of hanging around Wrath, since Greed rarely went berserk like that, but whatever it was, it was satisfying--to an extent. Now, devoid of his profits that he had looked forward to during the transaction, Greed need something to compensate him, to replenish his wants to the point where he could be temporarily satisfied.
Which was how he ended up inside of the large building that Lust's penthouse was in, taking the elevator to her floor, his black suit completely soaked with blood as was his face, his hair; his eyes completely turned red in anger and in burning need.
"LUST!" Greed roared as he stepped through the elevator doors, not caring if his shoes stained the white marble floors with blood and gore.