<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006633">In the mortal world, the Lord of Wrath, had become known as the bloodlusting demon... He has been responsible for starting many wars in the name of revenge... Watching the blood run after the defiance of his father was a delightful view for the son of the most powerful demon in all of hell. His temper was always quick to rise, and he made it his life time mission to seek out the souls that dared to wrongfully cross his path. Every soul no matter how good could hardly resist the deep down fire that burned for revenge. And By Satan... Wrath always took advantage of this flaw built into the poor mortal souls to get just what he wanted... <br/>
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In Hell, this young prince was best known as Zargon, he was a very tall, well built demon with olive skin... His eyes glowed a vengeful red that appeared like flames whenever he was angry and his hair was dark, near brown and curled around his ears. The attire he generally wore made him look like a Satanic priest, he wore jet black robes with a blood red stole that had white pentagrams sewn in on each end.<br/>
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Zargon kept primarily to himself, he didn't need to be bothered by anyone else's antics. He firmly believed he had... More important things to do than to sit around and drink wine like other demons he knew. Every time he thought about it, it infuriated him! He firmly believed he has more important things to do.. His second life mission was to create enough anger in the world to have <i>every </i>soul to turn to his father for guidance... Oh yes... Anger could make anyone do anything if it was strong enough. He decided he would keep his solitary life to the best of his abilities... Of course, that changed the almost the minute his father summoned all the princes... <i>What the Hell? </i>Zargon thought at first, he never really spent time with his other brothers, only when he had to, except for his younger brother and his sisters. <br/>
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 Listening to the commands, Zargon waited arms crossed as he nodded, not speaking a word, whatever his Father's words were was his command.. Though the thought of having a wife made his stomach feel like fire... A wife would be a nice addition to his life, however, no one in their right mind would probably even <i>desire </i>to be around him too long... After all, his anger was very hard to contain, even if he wanted to contain it. <br/>
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Being taken to the ballroom marked the end of the young wrath's solitude. He followed his half siblings toward the ballroom, little balls of red flames began to engulf Zargon's hands subconsciously as a mixture of anger and annoyance started creeping up on him... Great Satan this was going to be a pain spending all this time with a bunch of others he wanted nothing to do with, though he quickly extinguished the flames... There was no way he was going to ruin this before this had even begun... After all... The only care he really had in the world was for his sister's. <br/>
He suddenly heard a quiet, yet excited whisper from his younger brother that caused Zargon to roll his eyes, </span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b359">"Pretty aren't they! I wonder which one I'll get!"</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006633"> He grunted in response, not saying a word... </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 102, 51)">He better not fuck this up... </span></i></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b359">One thing that always stumped the youngest brother of the two, was why gluttony was a deadly sin... What was so bad about having a good time! This young prince was the complete opposite of Wrath, he loved to enjoy his time, caring mostly about his fine dining and oh how he loved parties... In fact, he loved hosting all the parties he could <i>and </i>he never settled for anything cheap. The demon was a fine cook too, though he kept that primarily secret as he was too "important" to do a maids job. Though from time to time he would sneak to the kitchen to make himself a delicious feast that he would enjoy all on his own. He was a bit silly and whenever he had a chance, he made sure to let any mortal he came across experience the <i>fun </i>of being gluttonous.... He thought they should be thankful for him as they never have a dull party again! They can only accept all the good things in life without hesitation.<br/>
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The Lord of Gluttony is known as Beezlebub... Well he goes by Beezle for short. Even his appearance was much different from his older brother's, he wasn't as muscular, but he was fairly well athletically built. It was surprising for someone who ate quite a bit... But what fun would it be if he just gained weight all the time! He was fair skinned with short light brown hair and glittery yellow eyes, and his face usually wore a happy-go-lucky expression. Honestly, he was the opposite from a lot of demons, but that never really bothered Beezle. <br/>
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A summon from their Father was scary, yet exciting somehow all at the same time for Beezle. Seeing the other demons made the gluttonous demon relax as it didn't mean he had to face his Father alone. On their way to the through the Great Halls, his brother Zaragon had ducked his head down and growled into his ear just before reaching their father.</span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">"You better not fuck anything up... May I remind you I am not going to save you from any of his wrath."</span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b359"> That statement was almost enough to make Beezle giggle.... </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 179, 89)">Aren't you supposed to be wrath? </span></i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b359">Though of course, even Beezle knew to keep his mouth shut. He nodded to his brother before they entered the lustrous throne room that caused Beezle to marvel at the designs on the inside. However, he was snapped out of his awe by the seriousness in his father's voice. Brides huh? The only thing the young brother could even think about was making food for a pretty pretty princess. The threat was scary, and he probably should have paid attention to the parts about his sisters... After all his sisters were the ones that dealt with most of his little tricks, and he loved them to bits. However... The thought of a beautiful girl made him relatively excited.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b359"><span style="font-size: 15px">His yellow eyes lit up even more when they entered the ballroom... He could sense his brother glaring at him, and he could almost hear him saying <i>you better not fuck up. </i>Beezle's eyes landed on the ladies, not realizing that he was bouncing a little bit out of excitement, examining each bride... All of them were so pretty... Beezle snapped out of his mind when he heard his brother grunt, though the first girl to speak... Caught his eye... She was quite cute... Jeanine... Huh... Beezle decided to speak up even if he wasn't supposed to yet... <br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">"I am Beezlebub!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 179, 89)"> He said cheerfully.. Yup he was much different than he was supposed to be, but he couldn't really control himself too much. Beezle wasn't even close to being formal in any form... Well he might as well just display his true self. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">"Might know me as the deadly sin of Gluttony!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 179, 89)"> Then a little 'devilish' grin appeared on his face, before shutting up... Not wanting to 'fuck this up' as his brother would say. When the pretty brown haired girl asked what was happening, he didn't quite know, and hoped someone would answer... It was quite a strange arrangement.</span><br/>
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