<strong>Name:</strong>Psaro (Pride)<br/><strong>Alliance:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location:</strong>LaLune's Room, Castle of Chaos<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>LaLune, Other Sins<hr/>A simple gaze upon Gluttony told Psaro enough words to write a novel. Simple desire for self indulgence, he read her glances upon himself as if he were some piece of meat available for butchery; that simple glare was, without question, the essence of disgrace. How dare she, such a simple and useless, and quite frankly purposeless sin, look at him, the essence of perfection, the very vial of absolute zenith, as some piece of meat? How dared she even consider him as something she had any form of right to? She was trash, as was everything else in existence. The facts were simple, to Psaro at least: All sins, save him, were useless and pointless. He knew Pride was the Mother of all Sins, he knew Lucifer's descent was due to pride, and he knew LaLune, herself, was an exemplar form of pride. She was the mother of all sins, she was their creator. Sure, she did not birth the demon, she merely created him, however that was no excuse to disregard her rightful title as Queen of Sins...that was, until the rightful King, Psaro himself, reached the pinnacle which he knew he deserved.<br/><br/>Then came the second disgrace, Greed. Her self proclamation of desiring attention amused him, his influence had taken upon her, the very actions showing pride. Argueably, she herself was the only one he would allow to address him as "brother" simply by himself realizing the fact she, herself, was rooted from his own self. Greed, desire for one's own benefit, came from the element of knowing one deserved it, and that in itself was a form of pride. Despite this, there was no question she, too, like all others, were scum. They were insignificant little bugs. Furthermore, it took the ignorant cow enough time to show colours to him of any form of worth. And so he humoured her, turning his gaze to her briefly before scoffing and shaking his head, simply cutting her down to size with words donned "Pathetic and feeble attempt to proof self worth, all which fall upon an unworthy cause." before simple folding his hands, eyes closed, disregarding anything else the parasites would say; why listen? They all should know by now they meant nothing, nor should they ever believe anything else.<br/><br/>And then, of course, perhaps the most laughable of them all: Wrath. Sure, the first born, but why would he want a title such as that? Firsts are generally the starting point, of which others were made better. He was nothing beyond a prototype, a neophyte, a worthless rodent who reeked of simple hatred. He, himself, was a laughable cause, simply not realizing he represented his own self destruction, the most unfit to take the role as the greatest. He did see him above that unendurable disgrace of a sin which was Sloth, her being a poor decision and nothing else, but all he was useful for was inflicting pain, a task he himself could do exceptionally well. Psaro needed not even to open his eyes, his own actions were loud enough to give him away, what an idiot. Darting in front of LaLune, blocking the blow with a his sword in its scabbard, he opened his eyes with a grin as he said "You're supposed to be intelligent, and yet you think it's wise to attack the reason why we're assembling here? You think it's respectful to raise a single fist to your own mother? You believe, for a second, you will ever triumph over her, you disgusting worthless scum, when plenty more sins are present, each who's accumulative power alongside our mother can turn you into an ounce of dust?" before turning to LaLune herself, stating "He's certainly no Magnum Opus, simply a wart: honestly, could you have manifested anything better?"<br/><br/>Psaro simply placed his unsheathed sword back into position, standing to LaLune's right, ready to defend his birthright, despite aware she could simply will Wrath away; a sign of respect, a sign seen only twice, to LaLune herself, on occasion, and one shown many years ago, a time which dawned his hatred towards Humanity.