“Dear lord, please forgive my sins. Forgive me for my human sins. Forgive me.” Gabriel whispered under his breath as the church’s morning mass ended. It was the same as every other day. They prayed then went off to train and complete tasks around the church. That was if something wasn’t urgent enough for them to be sent on a mission.

Gabriel was one of seven exorcists that were stationed at the church. Each of them was chosen by a virtue and that was their power. They were the soldiers of the church, following orders to the letter. There was no failure as far as the church was concerned. You either completed what they wanted or you died. For him, it wasn’t a problem. The church had done so much for him and he had lived there since he was seven. He owed them that much.

After the last prayer, he stood up and adjusted the mask over his face. It was a plain white mask that he was required to keep on, part of his training. It was more of a punishment for his pride. That was one problem Gabriel had. He was prideful and stubborn. Punishment after punishment and still he made the small gestures of defiance. He hated himself for them and kept extra cautious to make sure he didn’t display anything the church did not want to see.

He walked out of the chapel after the room had cleared of the priests and nuns. The long stone hallways echoed with the conversation of the people. Maybe he could sneak away this morning to get some time alone away from the others. He was barely starting to enjoy the idea when he heard a chipper voice call out his nickname.

“Gabby!” It could only be one person. Trinity. The red head ran up to him, and flashed him a wide smile.

“How many times have I told you that I will shoot you if you call me by that again. My name is Gabriel and you are not even supposed to call my by anything other than Humility. Do you understand, Kindness?” He kept his voice low, on edge at the chances of being caught by a priest. They were forbidden to know each other’s names, but everyone knew everyone else’s, yet Trinity enjoyed yelling them out and getting friendly with people.

Gabriel sighed and ran his hand down over his hip. His guns were safely holstered there. They were a thing of beauty, white and silver, with a golden cross on the blades and the top of the guns. Peccatoris Paenitemini was their name, for they were the Sinner’s Repent. He adored those twin bladed handguns. His best weapons and he felt such a connection that he thought they might have chosen him instead. The blonde relaxed a bit just knowing that they were in their rightful place. Almost any trouble could be solved by them.

“I don’t care, Gabby. Now do you know who has the day off? I have a mission and need an assistant. It’s a mercy killing from sickness. I can’t take you, I’m scared you will end up hurting my patient. Now who has the day off? No missions or training with masters?” Trinity spoke quickly as always. He was barely able to keep still. Gabriel gave up on the name thing and shook his head.

“I have no clue who has the day off. Go ask around then.” Gabriel shook his head and watched as Trinity ran off, trying to find someone to go with him. He knew he could never be a people person like Trinity was.


Joan never did get the chance to enjoy his moments alone to bask in the sun. He sat in the church’s garden on a bench, his face tilted up to the sun, feeling the warmth play over his skin. Usually it was the same reason that it always was, his step brother Ofir, who was Diligence.

“I told you already, Ofir. Just shut up. I do not want to hear it anymore. Please.” Chastity’s voice strained at 'please'. He would never talk that to anyone but Ofir, who loved to torment him.

“I’m just saying it is your fault the demon got away. If you had just killed it you could have saved lives.” Ofir shrugged. There were so many ways to just toy with his step brother. And this was one of them.

“You know that I cannot kill, Ofir. Now just leave me in peace! I have vows to not kill, and I cannot dirty my hands with any creature’s blood.” Joan just wanted to end the conversation, but Ofir was persistent.

“There are a lot of things you cannot do. And you must remember ignorance is not innocence. It is just a lie.” Ofir rolled his eyes. Joan’s cheeks were red and he was playing with his long extremely light blonde hair. Chastity was flustered and trying to refrain from starting a fight again. Ofir just kept on prodding, knowing it would come to that the more he did.

_Demon World-Main House_

Sorrell watched from the shadows. The long table was full, all of the sins sat around it. That of course included his body that was currently sitting at the table, facedown to the dark wood. It was rare to get them all in one room. There was already bickering and their father had not eve arrived yet. He could hear Cybil’s shrill voice as someone offended him, and someone else yelling something back. Oh, were they loud. He voiced to his little slave to tell them so and just grinned watching the reactions. These meetings were always entertaining to him.

"No! Trinity, look out!" Diving from his previous spot to launch before his fellow virtue as he tore down the hall, Luke, otherwise known as Charity, fell to the floor, picking up a small kitten in the meantime. Because of Luke, the church was crawling with cats, pregnant cats, kittens, all sorts of cats. He just couldn't turn the creatures away; they all needed a home, after all. Most of them piled into his room at night, if there weren't any other mystery animals already in there.

The small brunette was thin and lithe, some people would even consider him too thin. Around his head he wore a headband, tying back some of his somewhat long hair, and the brown eyes that looked up at his friend were too wide for comfort. He just wanted to save little Novillo, because he hadn't opened his eyes yet, and nobody else seemed to see the poor thing. It was the sixth time today he'd almost become roadkill...

"G-Gabriel...?" A short male approached him, barely old enough to be called a man, with his hands clasped over his stomach and his smile so sweet. Patience, yes, it was his best virtue. He would wait and wait for someone to understand or even hear him, so much so that it could be considered ridiculous. It didn't help that he spoke so quietly, either. "I-I mean... Humility?"

Bright green eyes offset his blue hair as he brushed a hand through it; it was slightly fluffy up front, with a long bit in the back held by a ring of elastic. "Could I have a word, please?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the Underworld~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sudden sound of a very angry young man broke the room and a pointer finger was shot around the table like a firearm.

"You are absolutely useless! All you do is gorge yourself all day and do nothing but whine! And you! What good do you do? Lazing around all day, you can't even bother to show up properly! Oh, you! You couldn't help Father with anything, you're too busy sleeping around all the time!" As each sin was accused of their usual behavior, it was clear why Astaroth was nicknamed the Prince of Accusors and Inquisitors. As he yelled and pointed, blaming each of his siblings for their own downfall, he didn't seem to realize he was bringing himself up more and more, providing reasons for his own greatness.

Trinity crouched down and took the kitten from him. He gave a wide smile and pet it.

"Very cute kitten! You better hope 'em priests don't find you with them again. You know what they will do." He handed back the kitten and then grabbed Charity's arm, "Great! You volunteered to come with me. I have a mission and need someone to help me. It's a sick case, means that my patient might need someone to hold them down, in case they struggle. It makes my cuts cleaner."

Trinity brushed some of his red hair back and started off the corridor. First he stopped at his own room and grabbed his Scythe. It was taller than him and very heavy, but he had learned to work with it over the years. “I doubt you will need your weapon, but it is always better to be safe than sorry. Best get it, if not we’ll go now. Come on, Luke!” The red head smiled. He thought about offering to help Luke with the kittens a bit later, for now he needed to complete the task at hand.

Gabriel shot Patience a cold look and sighed, “Please, Patience. Do not learn from Kindness. He has no respect for the rules of the church. And is it serious?”

The blonde started going through his own actions to see if he had done anything to be reprimanded about, or punish. He silently prayed that nothing had happened and that it was only a minor thing.

“Is something wrong or is someone hurt?” He worried a little, and took an even breath to keep his composure perfect. His expression could not be read thanks to the mask.

_Underworld_

Sorrell laughed from the shadows and communicated with his child slave having them speak for him.

The young child went up to the table and stood next to Sloth’s body. The young girl peeked over the table and said in a monotone voice, “I am here and not sleeping. Please get your information right and check your sources. Also you are choosing favorites, how sad of you. I help him more than you, since you still have not learned to put the mirror down and look at the world. Hard to fight when you cannot see past your reflection.”

Damien closed his eyes. He fisted and unfisted his hand trying to stay calm. He would not start another fight with them. He would not—Wrath gave up. He stood up slamming his fists down on the table and yelled, “Enough already! If anyone speaks again before the meeting begins I will serve your heads on a platter straight to the Lord himself. I will kill you with this chair, I promise you!” He narrowed his dark eyes and glared at everyone at the table. Was it too much to ask for a bit of peace and quiet?

Greed looked over at Damien next to him and kept his voice even and strong. He stared right at the demon, “Sit down Damien. If you make another outburst like that, I will whip your back raw. Now sit and not another word out of you.” Cybil slowly drank his tea and watched as Wrath struggled to make a decision. In the end Damien sat down and crossed his arms. The white haired Greed gave a small smirk. This was going good. He said that he would rule hell one day, and he would do it sin by sin. He had Wrath under him, and the rest would follow suite.