Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter Eighty Six: The One Who Rises

The hellish SPA was a marvelous place. All the candles burning around, creating a mysterious atmosphere, along with the statues glowing in the dark. The room was large, but she was the only visitor, since that was her right. There were servants ready to fulfill her every wish. Greed felt like a true queen, laying in a large hot tub with bubbles, holding a glass of champagne and having a bowl of strawberries in chocolate by her side. While being here, she thought that staying behind in Hell wasn't that bad after all. Sure, she was curious about the world, but she also loved comfort and luxury. Here she had it. Besides, she never visited all places in Hell anyway. Maybe she could make a tour around the place she's already in?

Having the best relaxation since years, Greed took another sip of the champagne and closed her eyes. She listened to the music played by the violinist, who was standing in the corner of the room. Greed wasn't too much interested in her story, probably another tormented soul, who made a deal in order to get fame. She was quite good, such a shame she ended up in Hell after all. At least she got to play for Greed.

The music suddenly stopped as the door swung open. Greed sighed, knowing that her relaxation was over.

"All out," Lucifer said calmly, making all servants and the violinist leave quietly.

Greed drank the champagne, admiring the Devil's torso. He wore black pants and a longer robe that exposed the chest. Although she felt a desire to invite him to join her, she played a cold-hearted bitch.

"What an unpleasant surprise," she welcomed him, which indeed was a bit true, because Greed was counting on a day in SPA. "Can't a demon even relax without being disturbed?"

Lucifer didn't look offended, as if he was used to Greed's mean comments. She was giving him a hard time since a deal to stay in Hell for freedom of other sin demons. Honestly, even she was surprised that Lucifer was taking it so calmly. He was in a way too good mood.

"I see you have a good time." He gazed around as if he wasn't in this room for a longer time.

Maybe that's how it was, since in the SPA complex there were around ten other rooms like that, or even better. But this one was Greed's favorite, known from the past.

The first SPA room was suicide hot blood, which worked well for the complexion, but it was thermal pools fed by hot streams that were Greed's favorite place. Modeled on the Roman baths of the tepidarium were even better. In Rome they didn't have that much gold and ivory. In Hell ivory is a desired item, because there are no elephants down here. That's why most of the rooms are decorated with tacky and cheap human bones. But not this one, this one was all about gold and ivory. 

Hell's tepidarium had also a bar that surrounded the atrium with the best varieties of climbing vines. The image was completed by the statues of most important hellish dignitaries and mosaics, which, in Greed's opinion, cheaply made Lucifer look like a Roman patrician. From Greed's favorite room was a connection to another room, which was full of saunas, and was leading to the one with cold pools. That might've been one of not so many places in Hell that actually were really freezing.

Lucifer's favorite room, as Greed guessed, was far away from other rooms. It provided silence, which made it possible to organize orgy-like social meetings.

There was also an exquisite restaurant. It encompassed the outer ring of the building giving a great view of the Bloody Sea. On the terraces were mounted binoculars to watch the tortures of unfortunate souls. And it was close to the kitchen room, where not only spicy dishes were being served. Some of the souls working in the kitchen were doomed to peel onions forever and to shed tears that they never shed in their life. Greed wasn't a fan of spicy food, so she ordered fermented rattlesnake tongue with figs and wolfberry mousse earlier. It made her feel sad, because Gluttony was a much better cook.