Page 52 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
free at last
Frank
“Now pay attention,” Rixia speaks, chalk in one hand, flames curling from her wrist as she writes ancient glyphs in the air. “Because I’m only saying this once, since I doubt any of you will listen even if I said it twice, and I don’t care if you are royalty, feral, or clinically unteachable.”
She turns, sharp-eyed to the seven of us, and we just blink. Her stare tells us she doesn’t give a damn if we are kings, we will listen. She’s the only one who’s had balls enough to look us in the eye without fear… respect.
“Lord Lust, I heard you recently attempted and succeeded in ripping a fissure between realms last week. Congratulations. While the rip was weak, it was a start. I think the next time you come to hell, you should practice more. In fact, try while in the human realm, as well. It’s harder due to the lack of miasma, but in a pinch, it could help,” she suggests.
I nod once, shaking my leg, ready to leave.
We return today, and I’m ready to fucking go.
“Apparently,” she continues, pacing the scorched floor of the lecture hall. “This is the youngest any of your incarnations have manifested this level of raw power. Which means that, not very shockingly at all, you’re all unstable as hell.
Your bodies are not prepared to bottle in that much energy. Not yet at least. The seals in you have not been broken, an—” Pierce raises his hand, and I roll my eyes because of fucking course he does.
He’s got to be the only one of us who’s enjoying this shit…
“Yes, Lord Pride?”
“What do you mean by the seals, exactly?”
“Why I’m glad you asked.” She waves her hand and conjures a pulsing diagram of a demon body cracking at its seams.
“To put it simply, the past versions of yourselves haven’t fully synchronized with your current forms. Until that happens, you will leak power, destroy environments, and risk total rupture.
To prevent that, you need to break the seal and to break the seals, at least based on the information from the alternate version of yourselves, you will all go through a trail based on your sin… ” she pauses.
“In the meantime, this is everything we know of the seven kings, and what I would like you all to be mindful of…” She then snaps and sheets of parchment go flying to us, and I read them over.
Lust – Red Chakra (Inverted Root: “The Hunger”)
Corrupted Aspect:Obsession instead of grounding
Powers:Aura of attraction, sensory overload, pheromone control, emotional manipulation through touch
Weakness:Disconnected from stability, constantly chasing new highs or intimacy, never satisfied
Visual Cue:Eyes flare when triggered, aroused or enraged. Air around them pulses like a heartbeat
Wrath – Orange Chakra (Inverted Sacral: “The Flame”)
Corrupted Aspect:Rage instead of passion
Powers:Kinetic explosions, combustive touch, emotional contagion (can infect others with rage)
Weakness:Volatility: power surges with emotion, hard to contain
Visual Cue:Orange smoke trailing from fists, red glow from skin
Greed – Yellow Chakra (Inverted Solar Plexus: “The Hollow”)
Corrupted Aspect:Consumption instead of confidence
Powers:Energy siphoning, wealth/material conjuration, gold transmutation
Weakness:Endless void: never full, drains allies unintentionally
Visual Cue:Golden cracks in skin when using power. Objects around them tarnish and corrode
Envy – Green Chakra (Inverted Heart: “The Mirror”)
Corrupted Aspect:Resentment instead of love
Powers:Illusions, power mimicry, emotional mimicry, empathy weaponization
Weakness:Identity erosion: can lose track of who they really are
Visual Cue:Green flickers over their skin like static. Eyes will mirror those of whoever they envy
Gluttony – Blue Chakra (Inverted Throat: “The Gullet”)
Corrupted Aspect:Overindulgence instead of expression
Powers:Word have power (devours spells, thoughts, sound), hunger manifestation
Weakness:Devours without meaning. Can silence themselves completely
Visual Cue:Blue-black veins appear all over body. Around the mouth, runes will be visible
Sloth – Indigo Chakra (Inverted Third Eye: “The Fog”)
Corrupted Aspect:Apathy instead of insight
Powers:Psychic numbness, dream manipulation, mental decay, time-slow fields
Weakness:Indifference: may abandon goals or allies mid-conflict
Visual Cue:Eyes turn fully black when active. Aura puts others to sleep or dulls their minds
Pride – Violet Chakra (Inverted Crown: “The Flair”)
Corrupted Aspect:Arrogance instead of spiritual awareness
Powers:Commanding voice, divine manipulation, ego-fueled force fields
Weakness:Blindness to weakness: can’t ask for help or admit fault
Visual Cue:Eyes turn white with no pupils, voice unable to hide true feelings
“So these are the things we must look out for, but what about the trials?? What do they entail?”
“Fucking nerd,” Wilder mutters under his breath and Rixia’s eyes snap to him, and he shuts up fast.
“I apologize, Lord Pride. Unfortunately, I am not privy to that. However, I do know that every trial started and ended with you meeting and ultimately killing your opposite, which is your virtue.” Something in my heart sputters at that, but why?
“Also Until then your bodies will change and when you full manifest like Lord Lust and you guys can go into your own Hells then you all will know more about your trails probably. Maybe Lord Lust can tell us about his trial?” She stands there waiting and I shrug because I don’t know shit about a trial.
I don’t give a fuck about no damn virtues and trials. All I care about is Jessica… this shit is stupid…
While they talk I simply write in my journal
I Miss Her…
But when my nose starts bleeding Rixia pauses…
“Lord Lust… I?—.”
“Carry on,” I grit out just wanting this shit to be over… tilt my head back shaking my leg…
“U-uhm… as I was s-saying, as you all have manifested so early, it seems things will go differently this time, especially since this is the first time the sins come from the same bloodline and have been raised in the human realm,” she adds coolly, jaw clenched.
“ You all might experience things your alternates never have. I can also see that you all are more in tune with each other’s sins, bouncing off and reflecting on one another…
To be honest, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Either way, I recommend you all try spending prolonged time in hell for consistent exposure to miasma so your powers can begin to stabilize.
Once your ancestral memories return, the boundaries between who you were and who you are will blur.
That is the start of true control. The moment your power and your identity fuse into one. ”
She lets that hang in the air, like that’s supposed to mean something to us, but when she sees none of seem to give a fuck, she sighs and snaps her fingers.
A small pouch pops out of thin air, landing in front of us.
We all pick them up, open them, and reach inside.
Inside, I see the familiar inhaler that Randolf gave me that day, shimmering black glass, glowing faintly with infernal mist. It helped. .. barely.
“Until then, while on Earth, use these miasma inhalers. They’re garbage,” she scoffs, answering the unspoken thought. “At least for you, yes, I am aware. They were designed for lesser demons, with fragile bodies that need basic tempering. But for you?” She sweeps her gaze across all of us.
“You are demon lords. Those flimsy devices are nothing more than bandages on a wound that’s cut to the bone and in desperate need of stitches the size of a shoelace. That is why I mention you all visiting hell as frequently as your minds, and your pride, can endure.”
The room falls into silence until Wilder jumps up, holding the inhaler in his hand to the air victoriously.
“I told you bitches it was asthma!” he exclaims and Gannon claps.
“You called it!” He pulls out money from his pocket and hands it to him.
“I knew it!” Wilder beams, counting the hundred thousand before he turns to Genesis, who grits his teeth. Wilder slaps his hand and Genesis grunts, handing him a hundred bands as well, followed by Saint, Echo, and Pierce…
These fucking idiots.
Rixia just rolls her eyes and turns back to her glyphs and erases them with the wave of a hand.
“Anyway, learn your limits. Then destroy them… intelligently. Dismissed.”
I hop up from my seat and damn near sprint outside to the damn thing that’s supposed to take us home.
I stand there, tapping my foot as the others file out, wanting to snap their necks.
However, when they all finally file right along with my mother and father and I see that mother fucking glow, the sky cracks open behind me, and I step through the veil with a snarl on my lips and freedom in my lungs.
“I HAVE MY FREEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMM!!!!! FINALLY, I CAN DIG IN MY BABY’S PUUUUUSSSSSYYYYYYYY!” I shout, dropping to my knees with tears in my eyes. “Jessica! Jessica! Jessica! Baby, I’m coming!” I stagger to my knees in the house as everyone’s staring at me. “WHAT?!”
“Nothing, bro… but don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Wilder questions and I cock my head, then smirk.
“Ahh I get it… you’re all jealous! Jealous that I get Jessica’s pussy and you all have pussyless dry dicks.” I place my hand on his shoulder, sorry for him, for all of them. “It’s okay. One day you’ll understand, and when you do, come talk to your big brother. I’ll give you some pointers.”
“Dude I’m older than you!” He shakes my arm off him. “I get pussy,” he rebuts, and I place my hand over my mouth, smirking.
“Suuuuurrrreeee you do,” I elbow him and he snarls, eyes going red and horns coming out the top of his skull. “Oooo, looks like a someone’s mad.”
“FRANK, YOU ASSH?—”
“BOYS!” our mother calls out, looking tired while massaging her temples. “Please, by the Source! Just get out of my house!” she grits out.
Shhhhiiiiittttt! She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Finally.