Pride.

It was beautiful. The world around her was burning. The Lord’s world; nothing but embers and ashes from her wrath and envious reign. Greece stood at Azazel’s mercy as the lush greenery had become brown and black. The life and soul of the place had been destroyed and she could swear she could still hear the screams from those who had fallen ill to her destruction.

The blonde softly smiled as she sat upon her black horse. Her white robes were dirty with soot and blood. But she had what she wanted. A following behind her. Yes, the following only willingly joined their Queen’s side through fear of what she could do. The fire was a fair representation of the Angel. Wild and out of control. Complete innocence had died along with the concept of Sin being anything apart from glorious. Sin had brought her an army. Disciples. Power. A voice. The voice which was not heard in Heaven.

“Remember. There is a place where the light will not find you if you defy me. You will join your brothers and sisters if you go against me. For you are all mine.” Azazel called out as she halted her steed ontop of an old brick stage. It was once used as an entertainment platform for the townsfolk. But as the city continued to quietly burn, she used it as a pedestal to highlight her victory. She had made them listen. And they followed.

Her horse shuffled underneath her as Azazel gathered the reins. She looked down upon the crowd who were at Azazel’s mercy. Even if some quivered in fear, Azazel still had their forced loyalty. She smiled. It was a proud moment for her. She had done it. She had successfully become a Queen who was worthy of ruling. A grin came to her pale, cracked lips as the sun continued to scold her skin to the tan she was more recognised for in recent day. 

Sapphire gaze turned from her crowd of 100 strong to the genocide she had caused. Family homes now nothing apart from rubble. Charred corpses lined the street and gave off an awful scent of burning flesh. She had flattened the land to make her voice heard. Pride was almost overwhelming. She felt it soar through her veins like ecstasy. It felt far better than wrath, or lust, or envy, or gluttony. It was the strongest of them all. 

“Now. My men. Let me teach you all you dare to learn. For loyalty will be rewarded.” Azazel called out. Some of the men jeered in excitement. Not all hated her. After all, she was still beautiful. Her ivory dress and blonde gleaming locks contrasting the ebony horse she sat upon. She had finally found acceptance.

“Let’s start with Gluttony…”