Greed pulled one of the pillows tightly in his grasp, his arms circling it while his knees drew up and he tossed onto his side. His fingers were ringing the corners of the pillow almost nervously which was not a usual act of his character.
Inside....
The sun was out but he was still drenched in rain carrying this corpse to the carriage where he sat upright in the seat. He was about to climb inside when he heard a familiar laugh. Like a hawk his head whipped around to see Lust and Devlin enjoying the afternoon.
Lust looked over at him, patting the seat beside her as if he were a puppy. "Stella is dead." Lust waved him off, her eyes hooked on Devlin. "Oh darling please, have a seat. Is everything alright now?"
No! This wasn't right.
"Lust---" she put a finger to her lips, shushing him with the action. "Enough now." When she dismissed him a third time he got angry, wrapping his hands around her neck, wringing it the same way he did that pillow. His jaw locked tight, eyes scrunched, and brows contorted uneasily. He was killing her too. Lust.
He cried when he did it because she was gone already.