world, gazing out towards the waning sun.
“Now where were we my good friend?” Pride turned his attention back on Sam. “Ah yes.
Allow me to introduce my uh, accomplices.”
The sun had now sunk completely beneath the horizon, rendering the desert completely unlit,
with a tint of evil. However, Pride, Envy, the table and all around this little circle, all had an aura
around them, making them seem ghostly and surreal.
“Oh yes,” Pride began as an alluring young women in her early twenties with verdant eyes
and flowing black hair appeared out of thin air. “Lust, my attractive assistant. I must confess if
you were a tad bit more elegant, you may look just like me!”
Lust looked abashed and walked towards Sam.
“Now what do we have here?” She said, walking around him. Sam felt himself blush.
“Hmm, firm body, strong arms. I think you will do.” Lust finished, stroking his cheek. “You’ll
be much better than that useless thing.”
She smiled enigmatically and took her seat next to Envy, cuddling him as he picked his nails
with a knife.
“Oh please,” another sharply dressed man from the second chair said. “Is sex the only thing you
think of lust? I mean obviously this man has a much higher monetary value than his sex appeal.”
This man, Sam could guess, had to be Greed. In his hands, other than a superfluous amount of
rings, were an abacus and a ring of Chinese coins.
“Oh please,” Sam rambled. “You’ve turned everything into a dollar sign.”
“Now, now Sam,” Pride said, patting Sam awkwardly on his back, his hands were cold and felt
unreal against Sam’s skin. “You wouldn’t want to cross Greed. He’ll rob every penny off of you if
you do.”
“Cross me?” Greed sounded offended, Sam could just make out a tear in his eye. “Wrath is the
one you shouldn’t cross, I mean he killed half an army by himself!”
Wrath sat at the corner of the table completely naked with what looked remarkably like blood
from head to toe. Sam shuddered to think about this man, as he had no eyes, just black blood
oozing from the gaping hole where they should’ve been.
“I doubt Sloth will be showering us with his presence today, no?” Pride suddenly shouted.
“Do not have doubt my friend.” Greed concluded. “According to my calculations, Gluttony
won’t be joining us as well!”
“Ah well,” Pride sighed. “We are the sins that have manifested on Sam are we not? I doubt I
even smell Sloth or Gluttony on this fine, young fellow!”
Sam took a step back.
“You guys live inside of me?” Sam inquired, still walking backwards.
“Yes of course we do!” Pride hollered, waving his hands impatiently, as if swatting invisible
flies. “Why else do you think you killed your wife? Out of anger? Love for that fine lady who lives
in apartment 16b? The lack of monetary capital? Or just because she can be bedded so easily by
other men?”
“Oh please.” Sam replied. “You can’t possibly pin all the blame on me, if she didn’t sell the house…”
“The house!” Greed interjected. “Oh I remember that fine thing. What was it? Built 1886 by
your ancestors?”
“Please don’t bring that up again.” Envy protested from his seat. “T’was obviously because of
that man who comes and goes to his flat, eating his food, drinking his wine and bedding his wife.
