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But no...as an incubus I was good-looking, and recharged from sex. It wasn’t pure immortality, but my mantle as a sin took care of that anyway.

Fucking useless.

“You’re early.”

Pride met me at the massive door, grabbing my wrist and shifting us directly to Gluttony’s favorite parlor in a whirl of shadows.

I snatched my hand back, irritated.

“Walking wouldn’t kill you!” I insisted.

“Walking is for mortals,” Pride replied stuffily, smoothing down the front of his black satin shirt.

I resisted the urge to punch him in the face; then he wouldn’t be so proud, would he?

“Play nice. G is in a mood,” he said as I pushed through the double doors and stared down at the rest of my ‘family’.

Five brothers, all with different fathers, but sharing a demigod mother.

No wonder we were cursed with this burden.

Pride strode past me, his dark hair perfectly combed back, the sleekness of it matching the sharpness in his deep blue eyes. His lean, muscular frame moved with effortless grace as he flung the French doors open and sank into the couch, crossing his long legs and spreading his arms behind him like a king claiming his throne. His tailored suit accentuated his controlled, almost regal posture, every movement deliberate and precise.

Sloth was curled up in the corner of the same couch, his pale, lanky figure barely shifting as he shot Pride a sharp glare. His dusty-blond hair was tousled in a careless, centuries-old disarray, and his deep-set, half-lidded eyes—like dark pools—held a calm disdain, clutching a fuzzy blanket wrapped tightly around him. His hand, long and slender despite the exhaustion, carefully held a steaming cup of tea, as if wary of disturbing the stillness.

Far across the room, Gluttony sat in his favorite leather armchair, broad and imposing. His pale skin was marked with a faint scar along his jawline, and his thick fingers rested on his knee, the veins beneath his skin faint but visible—evidence of his centuries of indulgence and restraint pushed to its limits. He was studying me with an expression of quiet curiosity, the dark, heavy aura around him contrasting sharply with his seemingly relaxed posture.

With effort, I attempted to pull myself together.

“G, good to see you,” I said politely.

Far too politely for normal.

“Knock knock, motherfuckers!” shouted Greed.

I sat quickly in the leather armchair next to Gluttony as Envy and Greed burst through the door behind, exuberant idiots that they usually were. For as much of a quiet tacker that Envy was, he turned into a complete moron whenever Greed was around. If it weren’t their different looks, you’d have thought they were twins with how they acted.

“Welcome, everyone. I am thankful you could all join me today,” Gluttony began formally. “Before we begin, the council has sent out notice that there is a rise in missing supernatural children, so be on the lookout.”

We had nothing to say to that.

Greed gave Envy one last half-hearted shove before they squeezed into the love seat on my left, and the right of the sofa. Our little square of sins was complete.

Well, almost.

There was currently no Wrath. We weren’t sure why...there just wasn’t. I had

suspicions that Gluttony knew why, but wasn’t letting on for whatever reason.

“Now, who shall go first?” Gluttony asked lightly.

When no one jumped forward to immediately begin, Greed rubbed his hands together.

“Well, I heard someone certainly had a big week. Your first reanimation, was it?”

I released a breath when it was apparent he was talking aboutPride, and not me. Gods on Earth, I needed to calm down.

Gluttony’s eyes trained on me for a tad too long before sliding over to Pride, a small smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.