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<span style="font-size: 22px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Pride</span> and <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">Greed</span> Collab/Intro</b></span><br/>
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All the demon felt was pain and rage as he fell from a portal to land roughly atop his bed. Zarek growled gripping the sheets and wished they were Satan’s neck as he choked the life from the bastard. But instead the demon of Greed was lying face down with deep gashes riddling his torso, injuries that would kill any normal human. His bed quickly stained red as blood poured forth from his wounds. This wasn’t enough to kill him but it was enough to leave him more or less incapacitated, not to mention it fucking hurt!<br/>
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A familiar face however would meet him in this moment of agony as Dreydan sat within a chair within the corner of the dark bedroom. Holding a book of some sort that seemed to hold his unphased attention even as the demon began to speak.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff"> “Someday you will learn the old man does not enjoy being challenged hmm? Regardless of his reasons...his word alone is something we lack the power to simply deny.”</span> Pride spoke in a calm and steady tone. His gem-like gaze moved to his brother as he set down the book at his side. Whatever within that held his interest less pressing for now. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“Were it not obvious I would ask what exactly you two spoke about. I do not enjoy being trapped in our childhood home anymore than you do. It is...a waste of time.”</span> he said with an underlying tone that he kept hidden to himself.<br/>
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Hearing his brother’s voice Zarek would turn his head to pin the other demon with a pissed off glare, though it was quite obvious Dreydan wasn’t the object of his rage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> “Fuckin bastard...hate this place.”</span> His voice was strained and gravely as it was slightly muffled by the pillow. Inwardly preparing himself for what was to come Greed pushed himself up into a sitting position, grimacing as pain ripped through him and more blood poured from the motion. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Why are you here brother? I’m sure dear old dad didn’t send you to my aid.”</span> He inquires with dripping sarcasm regarding their father. His father’s mocking tone echoing in his head as the last words Satan spoke to him haunted him in such a way that sent his gut churning. ‘What is that asshat scheming…’ He thought to himself.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“Ease your tone brother. Your words can still be heard.”</span> Dreyden responded in a grimly serious air to his words. His eyes held with the air of command they naturally brought. Eyes similar to his father in a way. The firstborn of Lilith would sit forward in a steady steady over his wounded brother. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“Father would have no reason to give you assistance. Which is precisely why I came.”</span> he would say rising and walking over to Greed’s bedside. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“Now relax while I clean another mess of yours.”</span> he said giving a light flick to his head as his other hand came to rest onto Greed’s shoulder and suddenly he would feel his body weaken and be unable to move. Guiding him to rest on his stomach as from the corner of his gaze he could witness Pride bandaging him and pulling out a stitching thread even if he lacked the ability to feel much at that moment.<br/>
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Rolling his eyes at Pride’s warning right now Greed could really care less who heard, but in an effort to protest his brother he decided to heed his words...for once. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“How did you know I went to see father?”</span> He asked as his head started to spin from the blood loss. As soon as Pride put his hand on him Zarek knew what was coming next, his body falling numb he was more or less at Dreydan’s mercy now that the other demon was using his power on him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“You know I hate it when you do this Drey…”</span> He gripes with a tired sigh. Citrine eyes traveling up to look over the elder male.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> “Thanks…”</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“You are not difficult to predict.”</span> he said immediately in retort. As if it was the most obvious fact in the world. But he knew his brother’s curiosity would come back to bug him. Dreyden would sigh as his hands still moved across that of Greed’s many wounds. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“I knew about this little event a bit in advance and knew how it would make you act. We both know our father….fill in the blanks. As for making you like this...you should be thanking me.”</span> he would finish as he took a cloth and could be seen sitting back and wiping his hands with a soft cloth that quickly became stained with crimson.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff"> “Now become presentable. Even I have to play in this game and you will not get my name nor our mothers thrown out to the wind.”</span> he said tossing the cloth on his back just as Greed would feel control and strength return to his limbs, Dreyden now rose and headed to the door. <br/>
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A tic started in Greed’s jaw to his brother’s words, if he hadn’t been so grievously injured he might of shot back a snarky comment as usual, but as much as Zarek was a free spirit and sarcastic ass...He wasn’t brain dead. So he kept his less than savory comments to himself, for now. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Could of given me some warning...I know I know.”</span> He responds his tone much more back to normal now as almost all the anger seems to of left it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“You know I won’t tarnish mother’s name, as much as I hate to be a pawn for him.” </span>He refuted since Pride would know Zarek  loved Lilith enough to not risk her safety. Feeling his strength return he pushes himself up off the bed, nearly his entire torso now covered in bandages. Glancing down to see this he chuckles. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“I look like a mummy...poor gals gonna think I’m undead or some shit.”</span> He comments as the playful light returns to his eyes.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“Good.” </span>the Older brother replied. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“O what a shame...some mortal woman not getting to see you at your best.”</span> he said mockingly before giving him a nod.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff"> “I will see you out there. Don’t be late.”</span> he said stepping out in the next moment as the door would shut behind him.<br/>
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Zarek casts him a charming grin <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff">“Bet they’ll still like me better than you.”</span> He teases back to his mock then nods as Pride leaves and goes to wash up as best he could and dress for the meeting from hell.<br/>
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The Demon of pride now would slowly come to step out into the room. Well aware of the reason and those attending in advance. In the human world there was little direct influence Dreyden personally needed to provide. Humans needed next to no incentive to become prideful of themselves. Any small accomplishment was a seed for them to start letting a single hope of difference separate them from the sheep. In most cases it was pitifully adorable but in others it made the most interesting of cases. But of course...within this Prince of Hell it shone as something much more.<br/>
On his move over to their current chamber there was much that crossed through his mind. While much of the point to this ordeal no doubt went over the heads of his fellow sins, it was clear to him this was meant for one thing alone. Control. That and maybe some entertainment for father dearest. But why these mortal women? Would demons not hold more loyalty to the master of Hell. Besides what could mere humans hope to offer them other than passing playthings. His intense orbs passing each of the so called brides slowly, catching each and every one of their glances. He would not deny they were indeed a attractive lot at least, but to become their brides and partners of the underworld. Please. As his eyes moved they would also be testing them in a way. His sense of superiority was a natural effect he possessed and many simply would find difficulty in holding his gaze. Fear was rooted in weakness and uncertainty, more traits humans were abundant with. Beyond that he would be naturally curious to those of his ‘brethren’. Not being able to recall the last time they had been gathered like this. But they were not who held his concern or interest for that matter. For this game to stake the lives of his sisters...he would hold even further disdain. Clenching his hands discreetly tighter against his arms as they held crossed against his chest.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">“If we commencing with introductions…..then call me Dreyden. Any other name of mine would no doubt fail to hold properly to your tongue. I hope you refrain from panicking, we can wrap this up much more nicely that way.”</span></span><br/>
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Greed stood amongst his brother’s in silence as The Devil threw his weight around as always. Only losing his composure when their sisters are revealed and then given the threat of death if they don’t obey Satan. His eyes flash as the whites of his eyes turn pitch black, making the yellow of his irises stand out all the more, her jaw clenching as anger surged within him but he forced himself not to act in order to protect his sisters. Once they were dismissed and led into a different room by the foxes Zarek would take a deep breath as his eyes returned to normal, or well as normal as they could be. He didn’t need to be told to play nice, even if he was furious he wasn’t going to take it out on some mortals that were dragged here against their will.<br/>
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As they entered the room Zarek stood beside his true brother Pride with his arms folded across his chest. He had cleaned up rather well from earlier. His clothes were spot free and his hair was clean and combed even as it spread out wildly over his features. The only difference from his normal appearance was the fact that some bandages were peaking out from the collar of his loose shirt and his usually tanned skin was a fair bit paler than it should be. Citrine eyes scanned over the bound women, he had to admit all of them held their unique appeal and their looks were nothing to scoff at. But the way they were being putting on display like this with obviously no knowledge of just what situation they were in was making Zarek more than a little agitated.<br/>
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Watching as his brother’s as well as a few of the Brides started to introduce themselves Greed didn’t want to be rude or scare the girls more than they already were so he stepped forward next with a graceful bow to the seated women, one that hurt liked no tomorrow but he didn’t let it show.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8000ff"> “Greetings fair ladies, do not fear we are not here to harm you. My name is Zarek Soul Morningstar, I am known as the demon sin of Greed. I hope you enjoy your stay here and that this whole ordeal will turn for the better for you all.”</span> He introduces himself with a charming sideways grin, his deep voice was gentle and courteous as he spoke to them with respect before stopping back into the line of demons.</span><br/>​</div>