Sloth found that the world is full of silly people. People who decide willingly to do nothing with their lives. Those were the people the world could simply do without. Those were her people. She was the sexy sin of slothness. That just wrung a bell in her head. Like every other day she found herself walking down a fairly crowded road in London. Looking for her next victim to take. The sky was bright, and clear the perfect day to put to test peopleâ€™s laziness.<br/><br/>She was ageless as some might say. Looking like a hot , steaming 13 year old who just a got a job in high fashion. Beauty at its best. Though she herself wasnâ€™t looking for men, some came to her, and others didnâ€™t. She thought of herself like the taste of Dr.Pepper. So different and so wild that most people just turned their head. But every night she still managed to find a man to lay in bed with. Her short white dress that was knitted on the side to show some skin, and black high heel shoes tended to turn heads. But that wasnâ€™t at all her mission. Her mission was simple make people lazy.<br/><br/>In order to this she found herself being buried knee high in shit that is so illegal that the British government only wishes to get their hands on her. In fact she was the best drug dealer. A sexy bitch in every way. She was in no right lazy as her name says. But one could say to be named sloth can sometimes make yourself a bit slothy as well..<br/><br/>It was one of those days that she felt like returning to her mansion on the coast. However shit had to be done. In order that she had to get her ass in gear. She found a young man leaning against a wall with a cigarette in his mouth. How dashing that a man would smoke something so horrible for his heath. Though for her the cigarette was much like eating chicken. It did nothing to her system, and she had none of the evil side effects from it as well. That was all due to her not being a human and all.<br/><br/>Her hands reached into the crevice of her boobs to pull out a baggy of about an eight of pot. Another mission soon to be finished. The manâ€™s eyes rose and he handed her  25 pounds  in return. He then walked off as if he had no part in the trade. She found that highly amusing. Being around for years  caused her to see a lot of stupid shit that humans do. Death was just another long lost word to her.<br/><br/>She continued on her way till she spotted lust. In her view there was envy sitting down facing her, and lust standing directly behind him. She darted her eyes to the left to glance upon pride, then back at the other two. Loveâ€¦there was no such thing to her. It was but a long lost word to her like death.<br/><br/>A man passed by her and she reached out to touch the manâ€™s shoulder. He turned. What a fatal mistake that was. Instantly she smiled and whispered  into the manâ€™s ear. "You have to go home and watch a show called the simpsons..not work. Work is not important." Instantly the man turned from where he was heading and walked diligently back to his car as if he had forgotten something. She knew that was not the case. He was going to get into his car and drive off back to home like a perfect lazy man.<br/><br/>She made her way to envy and lust. Her fluffy scarf tied around her neck. There were three seats open around him. She figured the two seats next to him were out of the question so she settled for just placing her hands on the back of the chair. "So how is your day going Envy." Then she waved a hello to lust, and mouthed a<span style="font-style: italic">"hi."</span>To pride.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Wrath was what some called the man of pure evil. He believed in killing, and in death. Not only that but sometimes he preferred to help those that want revenge. When they get their so called revenge it usually ends all the same. The other person dead. One more body count to his millions, and war was his favorite and most fascinating thing on earth. He found that the rage of humans to want to kill one another is so great, that he always smiles when he hears a war is on the brink.<br/><br/>He stepped out of his highly expensive car across the street from the other sins with a newspaper in his hand. He was taking count of the people that had died from his hand. A life to him was worth little more than the pounds the government uses in terms of money. A crowd seemed to pass by him, and he ran a hand through his thick black hair a devilish smirk on his face.<br/><br/>At once a women knocked into him seeming to mutter an apology. He said nothing as his hand touched her shoulder and suddenly the women grew angry. Not at him but at another women of whom she did not know. Just as quickly the two were in a dead lock fighting for their lives. Soon after they were in the middle of a road and a truck came speeding towards them. Then their life was at an end before either could blink. Their carcass spread across the road like shredded meat. The crowd seemed to scream and become in chaos.<br/><br/>Wrath just walked across the street as if nothing was wrong his red coat seeming to move backwards with the wind. At last he made it to the group his eyes glancing once upon lust, then envy. Then across to sloth who was so leisurely and scantly dressed as always. A great sight to see. His eyes always just scanned over envy and lust because they were a pair. That he at least respected. However his eyes landed on pride and he seemed to have a sudden growl in his throat. Competition was not his style.<br/><br/>He walked over to where sloth was and just placed his hand on her hair and then turned to wait for his favorite mistress to arrive. The girl that was known as greed. He loved her smile, and her dress just as much as sloth. However sloth was boring. She was so lax that it was despicable. He gave a nod and seemed to frown as he noticed how late greed was. Anger seethed through his veins like liquid.