Pandemonium

It was the first day of July, a day of blood rituals and demons, when the seven sins formed in demons sat surrounding an infant in a hospital. The child was eight minutes old, and had stopped crying since its awakening. It lay looking up at them in wonderment, and the demon Asmodeus, the only female of the seven, had wrapped her hand around the child’s fingers and was murmuring sweet nothings in its ears.

Lucifer stood at the end of the child’s cot, and had avoided eye contact with the mortal, keeping his tilted upwards. Asmodeus was possibly the most self-involved of all the chiefs, having long since fallen in love with her very self as the epitome of lust. Asmodeus tempts and seduces mortal souls into loving one another and themselves over their god, twisting their sexual desires and urges accordingly to deceive their fates, and twist the paths their angels had set out for them.

“Surely she would be greedy, Lucifer, eh? Look at her.” The demon Mammon had raised his eyes to look at the head demon, and was hoping to add another human being to his collection, to manipulate and twist. Mammon was fuelled by disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason, especially if he could manipulate it for personal gain, for example through bribery. He would scavenge and hoard materials or objects, through theft and robbery, especially by means of violence, trickery, or planning of authority to gain what he pleased.

“Don’t be stupid, of course she’s envious, look at her eyes, they’ll be full of dread and hate soon enough.” Leviathan suggests, and even in human form, his sea struck eyes brewed hate even now; enough to kick Lucifer out of his silence. Like Mammon, ‘Amy’ may be charac...

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...emon across from him. His opposite, and deemed enemy, although Michael would never say so himself.

“My name is Belphegor, and you’d be wise to call me that, Michael.” Belphegor mutters with an element of pride. He’d usually be harsher towards the creature deemed an angel, but today was a different matter – and for once, he wished a child safety.

“Leave the child until she is eighteen years old. We shall escort her here, and if she has no sins then, we shall have made a plan in the years between.” Uriel coughs out, and Ramiel nods while standing by his side with a firm grip on his arm. “If I feel any tampering of this child through your powers, there shall be some severe consequences.” With that, the Demons groaned, the Angels bite their bottom lip, and the child slept dozily in her mother’s arms, unaware of the impact she had made.