FALLEN ANGELS ✓

6.

"Greed, are you fucking insane?" Gluttony turned to Greed and grabbed his shoulders. "Negotiating with Lust?"

"He came to me first," Greed argued. "And he helped me. He sang me a fucking lullaby. If he wanted me dead, he could've killed me as I was unconscious."

Gluttony remained silent for a moment. He stared at the blood on the floor.

"What did he want to negotiate?" he asked.

"For me to join Lucifer." When Gluttony opened his mouth to interrupt, Greed talked over him. "He knows that we can't win. He knows we'll all die if we charge into Hell, acting like we can make a difference. We can't stop them. He was giving me a chance to survive."

"And you said yes?" Gluttony assumed.

That stung a little. Greed shook his head. "I said no."

Gluttony raised an eyebrow. "I thought---"

"I have my reasons," Greed cut him off. "I didn't finish dinner. You have any food left?"

"Of course I do," said Gluttony. He headed towards the door to lead Greed back to the kitchen.

Greed glanced over his shoulder. Creatures from Hell disappeared when they died, so he wasn't surprised to see the blood slowly soaking up, leaving the bedsheets and carpet clean. Though Lust wasn't dead, him being from Hell had the same effect on his blood.

Gluttony directed Greed towards a chair. Greed sat down without argument. He was too tired and emotionally exhausted to be bitchy right now.

Greed saw the mess he'd made earlier; his chair where he'd previously been sitting was overturned, one of the legs snapped.

". . .Sorry about the mess," Greed muttered. "I didn't realize---"

"Not your fault." Gluttony returned from the cooking area with some more soup---Greed didn't know how much was made, so it felt like Gluttony had an endless supply---and a dinner roll. He set the food down in front of Greed and sat across from him.

Greed ate silently, occasionally glancing at the entrance to the kitchen to see if anyone was coming. When he was done, he set down his spoon and clenched and unclenched his fists.

". . . Do we lie to the others?" he asked Gluttony, looking at him. "Do we let them know that we're all going to die if we continue on like this?"

"If I hadn't walked in, you would have kept it a secret."

Greed nodded and looked down at his empty plate.

"And. . ." he began, "when we all inevitably die at the hands of Lucifer and Lust, is that on us?"

Gluttony paused. He exhaled and picked at the dirt under his nails, his brows furrowed.

". . .Gluttony?"

The older sin just shook his head. "It won't come to that."

"How do you know?"

"I won't let it."

Greed stared. He almost wanted to say that there was nothing the either of them could do. Lust couldn't die, Lucifer was practically the most powerful being in the universe, and they had an army. Whether they let it happen or not, it would happen.

But Greed kept his mouth shut. If these were his last few days of life, why disagree? Why try and fight the inevitable? Things were the way that they were. Death was in their very near future.

In some way, Greed thought that maybe this was his penance; letting himself die.

He stood and took his dishes to the sink. When he turned back around, Gluttony had also stood.

"Well," Greed said, "might as well get some sleep before we walk to our deaths, shouldn't we?"

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here's taehyung with fangs

the watermark is in the photo i just can't squint hard enough so credits to the owner