the beautiful people.
who. the seven deadly sins, the first, and anyone else.
what. the seven deadly sins and the first finally meet up to pursue their plan of opening up the hellmouth.
when. afternoon.
where. random streets of cleveland
locked. the seven deadly sins, the first, and anyone else
progress. incomplete
And I don't want you and I don't need you / Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you / It's not your fault that you're always wrong / The weak ones are there to justify the strong
Martyr portrayed an inevitable attribute for those of iniquity—especially since Cleveland harbored a Hellmouth. Domination jeopardizing humanity to conserve to the service of the corrupted had been schemed periodically over time, but Ace took precautions and designed protocols to support her operation. The First had been her idol and she had every intention on proving herself superior amongst the rest of the sins. Selfish. Pride wasn't chosen as a 'Seven Deadly Sin' for nothing. She conjured herself superior for her perpetual confidence that conveyed herself into obsessive disorder of narcissism. The First had been exceptionally proud of Ace's perspective. Ace valued The First's infamous idea of power being the key to everything. Ace was the second fabrication of evil, which bestowed her with a high-caliber knowledge of the point in life. Extermination of humanity was a bonus, but it was never about the thrive of extinction of anything good. It was about power. Invoking wars with a simple touch of her hand, she conquered empires that permitted her the right to power. But it was never enough. She'd never been satisfied, despite centuries of consuming all the power she could wield. Humans still wreaked of the world in their filth, as well as vile creatures who weren't worth her respect to call them truly immoral. The First shared that mutual feeling. The ultimate power was tangible, but currently out of reach. Ace never doubted herself, but she had questioned wether they'd be able to pull such a thing off when The First had tried itself and failed. Twice.
The beautiful people, the beautiful people / It's all relative to the size of your steeple / You can't see the forest for the trees / You can't smell your own shit on your knees
It would be different. The First was up against the slayer last time. Ace took precautions to keep the slayer distracted. The streets were fuming in chaos of those who have been consumed by sins. Noble men were now robbing banks, priests were robbing churches, perfect daughters were screaming bloody murder. It was chaotic, but a perfect decoy to keep the slayer occupied. Ace harnessed a different vessel then when last in the productivity of entropy. She was a woman who grew easily bored, and making rendezvous with The First, she had to make sure she was dressed to impressed. Mia Hudson was a plausible, flawless choice. She adored the body that radiated 'pride' in every curve. She stared for hours in the mirror, deliberating over choice of apparel. She kept it simple, but expressive: a backless black dress that fitted up to her mid-thighs and a pair of leather stilettos. She wore the famous line that wreaked of prada. Simply the best for those who are worth it. She was a sight for sore eyes and those who hadn't been afflicted by any sins powers took time to notice. She stood out in the crowd and did her best to pursue such reactions from her audience. Though stylish vehicles always made a great entrance, she decided to navigate on foot. How else would she enjoy the view? Cleveland had disgusted her with it's lack of class, and honestly she hadn't felt it was an appropriate place for the Hellmouth to be resided—though it was essential to be hidden where no on expected.
There's no time to discriminate / Hate every motherfucker / That's in your way
In the middle of street, down on fifth avenue, Ace slipped a malicious smirk at humans that ran amuck. "It's about time you showed up. I was beginning to think you forgot about little old me." Suspending productive footwork, she gazed at the incorporeal entity in front of her in the form as, the one and only, Buffy Summers. "How could I forget such a night like this." "Where are the others?" Ace mimicked a playful smirk. "Don't worry. They'll be here. My girls never let me down. And you know us well enough to know we never pass up a good time," she paused. Her eyes monitored The First's body attentively, descrying how every curve corresponded to the authentic slayer so accurately. "Do you have to look like her? Just looking at her makes me want to puke." The First arms crossed defiantly. "And here I was thinking I was looking good.
Hey you, what do you see? / Something beautiful, something free? / Hey you, are you trying to be mean? / If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
"Guess you don't have much as a variety as I do. Only fabricating to the dead and all. I did enjoy that blonde guy. His was a sexy one. Fit for a king. What was his name? Spike? Yeah...Spike. You told me lots about him. And how I enjoyed the tales. He could make quite an asset. Didn't you say you had a way of controlling him? A trigger of some sort?"
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
"The trigger doesn't work. But don't worry...We won't be needing him anymore. Not this time."
The horrible people, the horrible people