Chapter Text
Prologue
~U N K N O W N~
“It’s time.”
“I know.”
*silence*
“So what are you assholes gonna do about it, huh.”
“Sigh. I don’t want to be here.”
“We’ve waited too long. We have to choose.”
“B-but, a-are we sure they can handle it? They m-might not be read-d-dy…”
“Huh? It’s not like they have a choice, dumbass. We’re forcing them into this like a bunch of cowards.”
“Wrath’s right, babes. We aren’t really giving them a choice. Not very cool.”
“As much as it pains me to say this, we failed. Our time is over. All we can do is leave it to them now, with as much guidance as we are able to give them.”
“P-pride...”
“No. He’s right. The world needs them to step up.”
“ Sigh . Let’s just get this over with so I can go home.”
“Has everyone chosen their victims?”
“Hell yeah. Mine’s gonna be a badass obviously.”
“Yes, and don’t call them victims, Lust.”
“ Sigh. Unfortunately.”
“Y-yes, I have.”
“Yes.”
*silence*
“ Sigh. Mine’s so much older than everyone else’s. I guess I didn’t get the memo that we were entrusting the future of the nation to a bunch of kids.”
“Y-ya, but I like your choice anyways! I-it’d be nice to have a-an older figure around since I guess we d-d-did all choose younger people…”
“They’ll be fine. By the time they are needed they will all be of age.”
*snorts* “If by of age you mean when they’re fucking teenagers.”
“Your’s will be rather young too.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you fat bastard. At least mine isn’t the size of a fucking peanut as well as young. A thousand yen says he gets crushed within the first thirty seconds.”
*silence*
“If Gluttony deems them worthy, then they must be. We agreed on picking our own successors. Whether you agree with his choice is ultimately meaningless.”
“Yeah, yeah easy for you to say Mr. High and Mighty, you went around and snatched up the one I was eyeing up, you slick bastard. Expected that more from snake-bitch than you.”
“H-hey…”
“He suits my position more than he suits yours. End of discussion.”
“Wrath, hun, weren’t you just singing your victims praise a minute ago? Wishing you chose another one now? Low blow, man.”
“W-we probably shouldn’t b-be calling them v-v-victims…”
“Shut the fuck up. Pride’s won’t last two seconds against my guy, so kiss my ass.”
“ Sigh. You’re all idiots.”
“This is getting nowhere.”
“Your successor could not hope to possibly touch mine.”
“G-guys we really s-shouldn’t be arguing…”
“Yeah? Wanna bet on it, oh great one?”
“My money’s on Pride, sorry babe.”
“ Sigh.”
“What the fuck? You want to be on the losing side that damn badly, fucking cow?”
“There’s more important stuff we should be talking about right now.”
“It is obvious as to why he’d take my side Wrath. When have I ever lost?”
*silence*
The figures around the table all paused as the tension in the room suddenly spiked, and all pairs of eyes were glued onto one specific seat in the room.
A shadowy figure occupied a large throne, silent, unblinking and intangible compared to the opaqueness of the rest of the group. Unable to see, hear or speak on the discussion, the figure simply held a place at the round table, a constant reminder of their biggest failure.
A reminder as to why there was now a need to bring back a group whose name was forever lost to time.
A group that once stood against evil to protect the nation as it rose into a new era.
A group that inevitably fell to said evil when they were most needed.
A group known as the Terminal Sinners.