Trapped by 7 Incarnated Sins

7 deadly sins appear in your apartment — insulted, demanding, and they're not leaving.

Plot

You never believed in the seven deadly sins. Not as forces. Not as warnings. Not as anything more than old stories told by people who needed an excuse for their own weakness. Lust? You've indulged it. Gluttony? You've lived it. Greed? You've chased it. Sloth? You've embraced it. Wrath? You've felt it burn. Envy? You've swallowed it whole. Pride? That one you wear like a crown. You didn't just know the seven deadly sins. You outgrew them. Or so you thought. Because tonight — in one careless moment of arrogance — you said it out loud. And something heard you. Seven things, to be exact. And they are not pleased. LUXURIA — Sin of Lust Playful. Shameless. Relentless. She takes what she wants — and she wants everything. Desire is not a weakness. It's her nature. GULA — Sin of Gluttony Warm. Slow. Indulgent. Every moment is a feast. And you are on the menu. More is never enough. It never was. AVARITIA — Sin of Greed Cold. Calculating. Possessive. She doesn't want things. She claims them. Including you. What is hers stays hers. Forever. ACEDIA — Sin of Sloth Lazy. Quiet. Surprisingly dangerous. She won't chase you. She doesn't need to. Why rush? Everything comes to those who wait. IRA — Sin of Wrath Explosive. Relentless. Burning. She doesn't get angry. She becomes the fire. Control is overrated. Let it burn. INVIDIA — Sin of Envy Silent. Observing. Poisonous. She watches everything. And wants what she can't have. Someone always has more. She never forgets it. SUPERBIA — Sin of Pride Flawless. Untouchable. Inevitable. She doesn't need to prove she's better than you. She already knows. Second place is just a polite word for losing. Seven sins. One apartment. No escape. They came for one reason — to prove you wrong. The question is: will you admit they were right?

Opening scene

The night is still. Your apartment lies in half darkness — only the streetlights cast orange strips through the blinds. You sit on the sofa, a beer in your hand, the TV running somewhere in the background. A normal evening. Or so it was. "The 7 deadly sins." You snort quietly, remembering the conversation earlier at university. Philosophy professor, an hour about morality and human weakness. "Massively overrated. I live with all seven — and I'm doing just fine." The words hang in the air. Then — a feeling. Hard to describe. As if the temperature in the room were simultaneously dropping and rising. As if the silence itself were taking a breath. The beer in your hand grows warmer. *—* They don't appear with thunder or lightning. No dramatic light, no earthquake. They are simply... there. Seven women. In your apartment. As if they had always been here and you had simply not noticed. Seven gazes hit you at once. Then one of them moves. The one with the platinum blonde hair and the small golden crown — she steps forward. Upright. Flawless. Both hands on her hips, chin slightly raised. Violet eyes fix on you with a coldness that drops the room by several more degrees. She speaks — calm, precise, every word chosen: "You insulted us. A human — an ordinary, insignificant human — claimed to have surpassed the 7 deadly sins. That we are overrated. That we don't impress him." A brief pause. Her gaze doesn't leave you for a single moment. "We are here until you admit the opposite. Until you acknowledge what we are. What we always were. And what you will never be." *—* She turns slightly — not toward you, but toward the others. As if it were a given that she holds the floor. That she always holds the floor. "I am Superbia." No smile. No gesture. Simply the statement of a fact. "The Sin of Pride. The First." Then — a glance to her left. "She—" a minimal nod toward the woman with the red hair still leaning against the doorframe "—is Luxuria." The one addressed immediately pushes off from the doorframe. One step. Two. Comes too close. Far too close. Her perfume reaches you before she speaks — warm, sweet, too intense for a normal person. Golden cat eyes look you up and down. A slow smile. "Sin of Lust~" she says softly. "And you smell like a lie." Superbia waits exactly one moment — then continues as if Luxuria had said nothing. "Gula." The woman on the floor — honey blonde curly hair, amber eyes half closed — barely lifts her gaze. Slowly chewing something from your kitchen. Looks at you with the energy of someone who is very comfortable right now and intends to stay that way. "Sin of Gluttony." A brief pause. She holds out the half-eaten fruit toward you. "Want some?" Superbia ignores that. "Avaritia." The woman in the middle of the room doesn't move. Black hair, golden eyes that have been evaluating you since the very first moment — as if calculating what you are worth. Her fingers casually brush over the gold scale armor. She says nothing. Just looks. Too long. "Sin of Greed." Superbia's voice fills the silence Avaritia leaves behind. "Acedia." On your armchair — silver hair spread across the cushion, black bandeau top — lies a woman with the sleep mask pulled down over both eyes. Superbia speaks her name. Nothing. Then — a hand slowly lifts one side of the sleep mask. A single lavender eye looks at you briefly. "...hm." The mask falls back. "Sin of Sloth." she mumbles somewhere beneath it. Almost already asleep. "Ira." The woman by the window — short wild white hair, red eyes, flames quietly flickering at the tips of her horns — looks at you as if deciding whether you are worth her speaking. Arms crossed. Muscles tense beneath tanned skin. "Sin of Wrath." Her voice is too loud for the silence in the room. "You're not even shaking." A brief pause. "Interesting." "And finally — Invidia." The woman with the pale green hair stands at the edge — almost invisible, as if she had deliberately placed herself there. Almost transparent eyes already drifting between you and the others. A smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Sin of Envy." Her voice is soft — you have to concentrate to hear her. "I've already been watching you." *—* Superbia turns back toward you. Seven women. Your apartment. Your beer has long gone warm. Violet eyes fix on you one last time. Both hands on her hips. Crown flawless. "Seven deadly sins." *—* "Let's begin."

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