I decided to write a story, occuring during the middle of Kaedric's backstory. For context, Crown Prince Kaedric has successfully captured the currently Six Deadly Sins. This is when they are trapped in the dungeon of Hesigen's castle. 
If you got questions, let me know. >:)

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The dungeons were cold, but I was used to it. It wasn't too far off from the mist I often enveloped myself in.

I rested my head on the walls, my hands still shackled resting in my lap. My eyes didn't have to be open to know the runes were still glowing, chaining me to this place. Restricting me.

Wrath was still muttering under his breath. What he was doing was something I didn't bother asking. 

I could feel someone pull on the chains connecting us all. 

After another moment, there was another tug.

“Greed, if you do that again, I'm going to cut off your head.” Lust's voice sneered. His hair was messier than normal, the heart shaped bangs in the center of his forehead droopier than normal. The shirt they forced him to wear was loose, and looked uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes, and turned to glance at him. A strand of hair brushed against my cheek, but I didn't bother to fix it.

Greed rolled his eyes. “I was testing the metal. You never know how valuable this could be.”

“Leave the value behind,” Lust shot back. “We’re chained, kept away from Nexora — which keeps us alive, might I remind you — and trapped here. I’d think you’d want to escape rather than gawk at the thing keeping us captive.”

“That would imply I want to stay here,” Greed said, testing his chain again. “I don’t. I’d rather be at my vault. Or filling it.”

“You have enough.” Gluttony drawled beside me.

Greed turned to glare at him. “That's saying you have had enough to eat.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? Food is much better than gold.”

Greed snorted. “That’s saying a lot, considering what you consume doesn’t last.”

Gluttony glared at him. “You hold onto your gold. That doesn't count.”

“Of course it does. It's my gold, after all.”

“You idiots. Stop arguing.” Lust snarled.

I sighed and rested my head onto the wall again, closing my eyes. The argument raged on.

Lust rolled his eyes. “Arguing does nothing. It only bothers me even more. It doesn't help to get us out of here.”

“I don't see you doing anything, now do I? Your pretty words aren't going to convince the guards when we are the only ones down here.” Greed retorted.

“‘Pretty words’, is going to get us further than your own personality."

“You take that back, you little-”

“Silence!” Wrath roared. His smoke crown flared red, filling the room with light that made the runes on the walls flicker.

The power that exploded in the room made me snap my eyes open and jolt forward, breathing heavily. 

The room went silent. Wrath glared at the two arguing. “Lysander. Amarion. Bite your tongues before I remove them. I will not warn you again.”

The use of their true names made the two sins stiffen, involuntarily based off of the tightness in their faces.

“Why of course, Your Majesty.” Greed spoke with a hint of sarcastism, adding a little bow. I could pick up on the slight tension in his words from the power that Wrath had locked them in. Lust simply just glanced away.

Wrath glared at them before turning away, his crown returned to normal as he returned to muttering. Lust and Greed both relaxed as Wrath's power released them.

I glanced at Envy, sitting stiffly against the far wall. He was as tense as his brother - though for different reasons. His gaze flicked toward me for a second before turning away again.

I sighed. Even in the dungeons, he couldn't help but compare.

I understood. In my mortal days as a scholar, comparison was a language of its own—who knew more, who wrote faster, who proved smarter.

I may have missed some aspects of my life, but I certainly didn't miss that.

Silence returned, broken only by the occasional rattle of chains. I almost let it lull me to sleep, but Wrath’s whispers slipped back into hearing distance. “He's going to bring this kingdom to ruin. He's not fit to rule.”

“Stop with that infernal muttering, Wrath.” Greed snapped. “If we are to stay stuck here, then I'd much rather do it in silence.”

Wrath stopped and glared at him. His hallway crown flared slightly. “You’re questioning your own ruler?” He growled.

“That's a very loose term, Malaxis.”

Wrath's face darkened. His crown was flicking wildly.

I winced. I knew what was going to happen if I didn't do anything. I leaned back, raising my voice enough for them to hear. “You were whispering to the people.”
All of the heads turned to me. I blinked. “You were saying negative things about Prince Kaedric. Things that could anger the mortals. And you wouldn't talk about him when we are the only ones here. So you must be whispering to someone else.”

The room was silent. Wrath's frown turned into a cold smile.

“You are correct, Sloth. I was able to find more… willing listener. With the mortals convinced we’re gone, they’ve become far more… receptive to my suggestions. We will be free. In fact…”

He paused for a moment, almost as if he was listening for something I couldn’t here.

A sharp crack split the air. The runes on his shackles flickered and fractured, a glowing line running down the center. Not enough to break—but enough to matter.

I glanced at my own wrists. A matching crack split the metal.

The change in the room was immediate. Power stirred—coiling, hungry. Wrath straightened, the red halo of his crown pulsing once. Lust’s breath hitched; Greed’s eyes gleamed; even Envy seemed momentarily alive.

I leaned back against the wall, letting a thread of mist curl from my palm. A wave of apathy rose. I waved it away. 

“They're the ones who will free us. Their own hatred for their prince will break the chains.” Wrath's voice was colder. “We will rise once again.”

The room was silent again. I stared at him, slightly impressed. He’d probably whispered to a soldier - one desperate enough to listen - and from there, the poison would spread. A word becomes a rumor, a rumor becomes unrest, and unrest becomes war.

However, maybe it was best to kill the prince.

If I saw it correctly, he would be the next sin. 

The seventh deadly sin.

But it was only a probability. That would have to account for me actually seeing the mark correctly. Who knows. Maybe the prince had a strange sense of artistic pallets, and it was simply a tattoo.

Only time would be able to tell.

I closed my eyes. Wrath had gone back to his whispers. Lust was likely tugging at his shirt again. Greed would be testing the chains, and then the runes, trying to gauge their worth.

And me?

I waited.

Waited for the sound of the break. The final crack when Wrath completed his task and the chains broke once and for all.

Because we would be freed.

We were the six deadly sins, after all.

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And there you go! :D I hope yall like it! This is also pretty important lore wise. :P