Thread: Greed, At Times, Is Good (Lila Lupin & Erit of Eastcris)

RE Greed, At Times, Is Good Lila Lupin Erit of Eastcris In some ways, her assumptions as to his character were correct to him, she was simply another possession, a flesh and blood representation of the interest on a loan he had given out long ago. But even though his sin was Avarice, his very being consumed with desire to possess everything in creation, the devil of Greed was not ignorant to the natures of humans. They were creatures every bit as righteous as they were wicked, and as was so often forgotten not even the Devil was wholly evil. Greed, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Pride, Sloth and Gluttony they did not wish to see mankind destroyed or suffering eternal damnation, not entirely. Once, they and theirs had been virtuous servants of the Almighty upon a time, they had knelt at the feet of the Father and eagerly obeyed his commands, until they came to learn the pleasures of their sins. And for that they had been cast down, hurtling into the depths of Hell, their punishment being to live forever bereft of the divine presence that had once been their whole existence. But it had not mattered their halos had broken and turned to sulfur at their feet, their wings black and cold, and the radiance of their Lord was replaced by the heat of perdition's searing flame. Where once God's light had suffused them, their sin would instead Mammon changing into a creature obsessed with wealth. Not just of himself, but of others the sight of poverty sickened him, the thought of some willingly casting aside material goods bewildering. He and his brothers did not tempt man towards sin to see them punished, but to see them freed to enjoy their short, mortal lives. It was the Almighty who condemned their pleasure. Greed smiled his hollow little smile, until he looked towards his latest acquisition and instead frowned in confusion. What cause had she to be forlorn? Laressa surely understood that she would never want for anything again while she was with him the grandest meals, the most exquisite dresses, an army of servants, whatever she wished could be hers now. And yet there she sat, a sad cast to her frame, and though he could not see her face he knew she was most likely weeping. Greed was not human, and did not wholly feel the same emotions as she could, but he had been alive long enough to have some semblance of an understanding for them. So it was that he placed a hand, lightly, upon her shoulder a gesture that he did not mean her harm, simply meant to bring her attention towards him. There, now, he said, attempting to console her, not all is lost. You will not suffer at my hands, Laressa, I promise you name anything you want, and it will be yours. All I require of you is your loyalty, and nothing shall be too rare or fine for you to possess it. That wicked smile came again, his dark eyes still not touched by it in a fashion she could comprehend, There will be servants to wait upon you hand and foot, celebrations in your name, and at my feet you shall be known as a noblewoman of Hell. Surely, this is not all poor news to you? The loss of your old life may sting now, but I will grant you one so much the grander.