The only saving grace was that Lucifer and Satan were dead and didn't get to see Wrath's betrayal to her siblings. Lust didn't care if Wrath was scared or insane, or what her excuse was. If her siblings could rescue her, fucking die for her, do what her precious saint couldn't, what made her think they couldn't protect her? No, this was spitting in their faces. And if Satan and his hell husband had lived to see it, they would have seen a great way to control and exploit them.
Not even a split second after he shoved her, Lust's hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him back down on the bed. She looked down at him, her hand still wrapped around his throat with just enough pressure to show she meant business, "Now you are." she had too much anger ripping through her and no outlet to take it out on, Greed was the closest target.
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Date: 2012-11-09 04:31 am (UTC)Not even a split second after he shoved her, Lust's hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him back down on the bed. She looked down at him, her hand still wrapped around his throat with just enough pressure to show she meant business, "Now you are." she had too much anger ripping through her and no outlet to take it out on, Greed was the closest target.