Time for war. Semi-lit. Accepting

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Accepted and nice pic lol)

[~Soul of the Abyss~]

(( Yay, we can start! XD
emo_love, why do you have so many different pictures in your form. First you have some samurai girl then Yuno and Yuki? Could you please explain it to me. I'm quite confused.
I love Mirai Nikki, FYI. ))

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O.o ill check to see if that is true.)

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Crud, hold on. Let me sort this out)

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Ok, it's true. Emo love you will have to change that )

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~Greed~

In a big, dark, room layed a sleeping boy in his bed. The light from the rising sun shined on his exposed eyes. He let out a small moan, pulling the covers over his head. A little while later he opened his tired eyes. He slowly sat up, swiping his hand through his hair. His purple eyes trailed to his open closet. "Time to get ready, Greed." He muttered to himself. He hated the name shay. It felt like he was false, using such a false name. He was Greed! Not some person with a human name. It was almost insulting in his opinion.
Greed tossed off his blankets then swung his legs over to the side of his bed to get the day started.
First, Greed gets dressed. A tugging feeling told him that he would need to go out. Since that is what he would do, Greed grabbed his away-from-home clothes. He replaced his pj top with his black under shirt. The black pants were next to be put on, secured safely by a black belt. Next was the fingerless black gloves that were slipped on both hands. The black socks accompanied by his black shoes go on. Last but not least was his black, white rimmed, jacket that was buttoned up just below his collarbone. When that is done, Greed looks over his hoard to make sure everything is there. It's takes a while but everything is neat and is right where it belongs. If something was dirty, he would clean it. If something broke, he would toss it. Something wasn't that great and interesting, he would toss it. After that Greed got up.His collection was in a big closet, the walls were black with red details on it. 6 little lights were resting on the ceiling. With a big sigh, Greed turned around. On his white desk laid a map and orange. His fingers lightly skimmed around the paper. On the map was a series of marks, scribbles, dashes, and pins. Areas to take. To investigate. Gotten. Hidden treasures and secrets. This map was Greeds work put together all of last night. He had stayed up for hours planning. Thinking. Greed examined the map one last time before quickly grabbing the Orange. He froze. His attention was drawn to his big stacks of book shelves. That's what it was. He needed more books. He would go into his uncle's kingdom to 'buy' more. He then left his room.
Father was out doing who knows what, leaving Greed in charge. A bunch of annoying little demons swarmed Greed ,asking very annoying questions. "Master Greed, can I do this? Can I do that? What would you like?" Blah blah blah. Trying not to strangle one of them, Greed spoke calmly. "You," He pointed at a bird like demon ",go to Sloths room. Tell her that she and Lust are to go collect the souls for the full moon. " He continued to disband the demons to get his other siblings. "Last, go tell Wraith to......organize the army." When they were gone Greed continued to walk down the corridors when he saw Envy, his twin. "Envy, perfect timing. Your coming with me." Greed demanded rather than asked. He coated his hand with metal and used his now sharpened nail to to peel the Orange in his hand. (Finally done. On ipad so it not so good)

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This post will be very, very long. Sorry. XD for all of you people who don't wish to read, all that happened was that Roza woke up and is now eating her breakfast.)

As the morning sun gently rose over the mountains, a girl lay in the quiet darkness of her room. She was not visible in the darkness, except for a faintest outline of her head on her pillow, visible by the crack of light that somehow managed to seep through the impenetrable curtains.

A door gently swung open. Another female, pushing a tray of food, walked in swiftly, the wheels gliding past the hardwood floor easily, both girl and tray making not a sound. She pushed it to the middle of the room, before she paused, wondering. Her mistress had to get up today, she hadn't awoken in two days already, and the servant was beginning to worry for her. Surely a sin needed nutrition as well? She strided quickly to the side of the room, both of her fragile fingers catching both ends of the curtain, and with a flourish, drew them open.

The crack of light burst into a white glare, swathing everything in colour, in it's harsh light. The hardwood floors regained their normal brown, the gigantic bed in the middle of the room looking impressive in it's simple, yet royal gold bedposts, the duvets a crimson red, much like her mistress' hands after a fight, cloaked in hard won crimson, wearing a red cloak of victory. But since her mistress did not fight very often, she had chosen the less honorable, more comfortable crimson of the duvet. Eureyla sighed, at the same time her mouth curving into a nostalgic smile at thought.

The girl in the middle of the large bed, seemed almoat swallowed by the gigantic bed, with the blood red blankets pressing her self down, holding the body captive in the sheets. Her pale features shone in the light that now gently bathed her, her green hair cascading round her protectively. She looked almost like a mannequin as she lay, unmoving. She didn't seem alive, the only indication of life filling this body was the gentle rise and fall of her chest as air entered and left the vessel. Even then she seemed unnatural, like something that was given artificial movement. Her features were not in a frown, nor a smile. Instead, they were relaxed, at peace, slack. Looking at this lifeless object, it was hard to believe that she was a sin, yet alone the one rumoured to be the strongest. Eureyla sighed. "Mistress, I brought your breakfast."

The girl didn't move, yet, something changed. She seemed a little more animated. Perhaps it was in the way her eyes gently shifted under her eyelids. Perhaps it was the way her body seemed to hold it's own posture, instead of conforming to the soft bed's. perhaps it was the way her throat shifted as she swallowed. She seemed less doll like, and more like an actual person, albeit one in deep sleep.

Eureyla sighed. "Mistress, I know that you can hear me. Even a body such as yours requires at least some form of sustenance." She said, her soft, ringing voice filling the air. Still, there was no answer. Eureyla waited. "Im sure you're hungry." Nothing was heard from the limp figure.

Eureyla pressed her lips together, like a mother trying to make her child listen. She was in a slightly harder position, as Sloth could be impossibly hard to wake up sometimes. Yet, she knew Sloth was awake. She was merely ignoring the angel in the hopes that Eureyla would go away. No such luck. Eureyla was there to stay, and Sloth could sense it.

Eyelids gently fluttered, before rising, revealing expressive emerald eyes underneath. The doll seemed to stay in her position for a while, lifeless. The green iris' gently swirled around as she took note of the place she was in.

She propped herself up with her hands, a yawn bursting from her mouth. The object seemed to fill up with life, and soft, white wings unfurled, reaching the expense of the entire bed as they stretched, before disappearing back into her back. Sloth's eyes found Eureyla, her servant. The fallen angel's rose coloured eyes stared back at her accusingly, and she feigned surprise, arching an eyebrow. Eureyla's greyish white hair fell in locks round her shoulders, similar to Sloth's own green locks. Sloth's had a little more of a curl to it, though slight. Her eyes ran over her servant's black wings and pale skin as she stared, trying to prolong whatever she was meant to do, just to see the fallen angel's reaction.

Eureyla wordlessly pushed the tray over, starting to butter Sloth's bread for her, without Sloth telling her what to do. There was no need to, firstly Eureyla knew Sloth almost like the back of her hand, and secondly, an easier reason. Sloth wasn't fussy. She didnt mind anything as long as she didnt have to work hard for it.

Plopping a piece of bread into Sloth's mouth so Sloth would be be doing something and not go back to sleep, Eureyla's nimble fingers started making Sloth some tea.

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|| Samir ||

It was morning, the time when the sun slowly rose from the depths of the earth. It was like a bird attempting its first flight, unsteady as it got ready, but majestic when finally taking off, soaring in the clear blue sky, bringing warmth on it's blazing wings. At this very moment, it was still preparing itself for the leap and, quite similar to it, the world below was starting its day without a hurry, as it was still in a sleepy daze. But when the guardian of the day began its journey across the welkin, time as if passed too quickly. The bright rays spread across the land, setting everything in bright colours, chasing away the darkness which still loomed around. It was bound to be a wonderful day.
Sunlight entered the room through the tall glass window, bending as it did so. Although only a fraction of its actual warmth reached the inside, its strength remained firm and hit the small 'hole' in the ball of covers, which lay atop the bed. Samir, the owner of the room, had the habit of curling up, much like a dog, and creating a cacoon for himself when sleeping, leaving only a small opening for his nose. Today was no different. Due to moving while he slept, one of his eyes got unveiled and, as light from the outside hit it, its eyelid lazily lifted itself. A blue colour, just like the sky, accepted the 'intruder' and the pupil adjusted itself carefully so the lad could see. Making a sound that almost sounded like a purr, the boy dug his head in the covers. He wasn't the type to easily get himself up, especially now, when the 'cacoon' was so warm and cozy, while outside it was cold and stingy. But duties called and the thought of looking like his sister Roza made him chuckle enough to awaken him completely.
Lifting himself up to a standing position, the covers fell from his head and arms as he looked around with hazy eyes. It was the usual sight to see. A room with black and white walls, where over the black were painted white stars and over the white-black stars. The ceiling was white, whist the floor was made of black wood. Of course, truly black wood did not exist, so the darkest type which they managed to find was used, instead of just painting it. The room itself didn't house much, only a closet, divided into different compartments which were used to store a variety of things, and a chest of drawers, both made of the same dark wood. The only colourful items were the blue curtains on the bed. There were none on the window, since the younger preferred having a clear view of the outside world.
Yawning, Samir went over to where his clothes were and changed his attire quickly. The boy was glad that the servants didn't come to dress him up like they used to when he was little, since he found it embarrassing. Stretching with a smile on his face, he walked over to the window, wearing a black vest with a white shirt underneath, black pants and shoes.
"Ah, what a perfect day." he sighed as he observed how bright the world seemed "If I know better, someone is going to ruin it soon." he added with a pinch of disappointment and a dash of excitement.
One of the servants knocked on the door and, after receiving permission, brought in a bowl of water and towels, after which they took their leave. Going over to it, the young man put a towel tightly around his neck, in order to prevent his clothes from getting wet, and washed his face. Next he took a small bottle from the commode on legs and took some of the liquid in his mouth, stirred it up and then spewed it in the bowl. This was another one of his habits, cleaning his mouth when getting up and before going to bed. In some people's eyes, it was strange, but not to him. Taking the towel off and drying his face, he up it next to the bowl of water. The maid would come and pick it up later.
Next on the young master's agenda was nothing in particular. He did feel like having breakfast, but thought that he ought to first check up on how the rest of his beloved, or not, family was. Before walking out, however, something tickled him on the back, something he always felt when there was going to be a need to go away from home, thus he got out his cloak and, using his power, made it invisible on himself. Keeping it that way was not going to be a problem, since the feeling of being invisible was deep within his core. Finally deciding that he was all set, Samir walked out of his room and began strolling down the corridors.
'The day seems so nice, perfect for an outing. Although I myself feel like going out and about, something tells me brother dearest is going to be taking his leave.' he thought as he made his way down.
Truth be told, Samir did not know what he truly felt towards his brother. As his twin, the one he was bound to envy and hate the most was him, however, the boy didn't find himself always feeling in such a way. Indeed, there were times when the cause of his pain was his sibling, for he was in many areas better. And yet, the lad did not hate, nor despise, nor hold any form of disliking towards him. In fact, Shay was the one he trusted the most and, although he knew his brother sometimes saw him as a tool for information, he didn't care, he was an informant anyway.


[By the way, since Shay is greed, does he collect things? I read this manga where a guy had the strange habit of liking cute things and I suddenly imagined Shay as a person who collected cute items out of greediness XD That would be v-e-r-y out of character]

[EDIT: Sheesh, someone beat me to the day description while I was still writing Hehe, most of you have the Black Advent Avvy]

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(...My post is going to be so much shorter than yours...)

A little groan came out from under some covers on a bed as the sun's light filled the room. Lilith didn't want to get up. She tried the block the sun from her face, but failed. "Fine then, sun. You win," Lili mumbled and sat up, taking the covers off of her, stretching her small wings as well. Her hair instantly poofed out, making her sigh. Why must her hair do that? Lilith got up slowly and picked up a brush to fix her minty hair. It took a while, but Lili's hair became decent and was able to be put in a messy ponytail. "That's better," Lilith said to herself and did everything else to get ready for the day.

(I just woke up sooo.)