SIN Chapter 5: Greed

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Now that Tabitha had control over all of the sin of Envy and all of the sin of Sloth, thanks to her Father, who gave her 'Sloth' when she conquered the First Arm Of Tabrith, as well as all of Gluttony thanks to the gluttonous nature of it, she was in control of 3 of the 7 deadly sins, and would soon have the entire mountain. "If I can find Greed, then this deal should be done," she spake from the abyss.

The units that were under her control; an army of Envies that were now going to be known as 'Pains,' which would be a personal type of Doll for Tabitha, would be crawling along the surface of the West Gate scouring for the Greed Demon or the Sin of Greed, itself. These were the lesser puppets of the Puppet King, which was ordering them from higher up to go back down the side of the mountain to deal with the other Sins.

Mister Sir, whose body continued to burn brighter, something like the sun, compress further down as the insolent zombie slaves hopped toward him without thinking, would utter under his breath in disgust at their idiocy, "This Is Why I Don't Follow You All Into The Sin, Because I AM Aware That It Poisons You For Having To Listen To Them." Mister Sir dealt with ALL of the Sins rather personally for QUITE a long time now; longer than perhaps many of them even truly understood 'life' to be in length, since they were probably only aware of their own measly feeble human lifetimes. He once commanded them all, but now, as all of them were turning against him, and he against they, he was only here to destroy them absolutely with the Holy Wrath of God. "Stop Trying To Teach People With The 'Devil Test.' CLEARLY They're FAILING And It's Because They Don't Need To Be TESTED On Things They DON'T KNOW." The mindless ones would do nothing but hurl themselves into the lake of fire, which was actually what Mister Sir's body resembled now, and drew power from as they still stood nearby. The moment the basic slaves even tried to touch him, they would be burnt to cinders and scattered in the wind as ashes, and Mister Sir would not even bat an eye at them nor look any of the worker drones in the face.

He started to walk, rather straightforward and calmly, toward the high place that Greed had placed himself, speaking out to whomever could hear that was not simply hurling themselves mindlessly into his body, which was clearly on fire before they even thought to touch him, if they even thought at all. "Not EVERY Job Opportunity Is Good For You JUST Because It's AVAILABLE. It's Actually 'New Age Slavery.'" Clearly, they had to know this, since Greed just called them blatantly by the name of 'Slave,' which was nothing but the title of a Material Possession. As long as they were Material Possessions that could be owned by Greed, then they were his Slaves, and nothing more than soulless, hollowed out objects that worked for him as a hive mind. They were already gone, and weren't coming back.

Still, Mister Sir continued to speak out, for he knew that the words of his mouth were reaching the ones that he was protecting, because he could sense their vibrations with his heat sensing, which caused distortions in the air that could be read just like heat-vision goggles or radar, "If You Do Not Eat From Off The Ground, Or Pick Up Filth Or Waste From Off The Ground And Eat It Or Wear It, Then Do Not Take The Poisoned Handouts Just Because They Are Available. It's STILL Poison, And They Do Look Down On You When You Take The Bait," he said to the ones that had doubt in them, of which he could feel as he walked up the side of the mountain, "They Will Hold Out Their Hand And See If You're Intelligent Enough Or Depraved Enough To Take What They Offer; ESPECIALLY IF IT'S SHIT." He was aware that before, the ignorant and the blind could not tell the difference between the slops of the higher orders and powers, but now that they would see the light of Mister Sir and hear the veracity of his wrathful voice, hopefully now the distinction between the two was more clear to the ones who actually had a mind to tell their 'rewards' apart.

"Part Of The Reason Why This Generation Is Like That Is Because Your PARENTS Are Like That, And Have Already Been Enslaved To Think That's What You NEED To Do To Get By." Certainly, some of the ones that were captured by the Sins earlier on, who had died, were among the ranks of SIN, itself, now, and were being used as part of the large body of SIN, itself; likely why the pale-faced ones were zombie-like in appearance. Perhaps, if the survivors looked closely, they could see their own kin and brethren that they'd lost walking among the dead, dressed up nice and fine so that no one would know; something like a carcass at a funeral. "So What THEY do Is, Because THEY Were Poisoned, But THOUGHT It Was Good Food, And Ate It All Up Out Of The Palm Of Someone's Hand Like A Filthy Animal, Teach Their Children To Be The Same."

Mister Sir could see that there were other, less basic minions of Greed in the darkness, because he noticed how they were moving with his sensors. Yet, because they were likely cold and dead vessels without heat or souls, and would be cold in their demeanor and their interaction, he was not able to see they, themselves, but only their motions, which made ripples in the atmosphere that he could still pick up on. "Now Look What You Have. Another Generation Forced Into 'Lust' And 'Slavery' Because Of Ignorant Parents Taking Every Opportunity Available For Sinful Reasons Like 'Trying To Be Better Than Someone' Or "Trying To Take Advantage Of Others To Get Ahead In Life." Mister sir spit on the ground as he neared Greed, narrowing his blazing eyes, which grew in burning intensity the more he felt the wrath of his heart flaring up.

"Are you QUITE finished?" Greed asked Mister Sir with a yawn, "You DO drag on and on, you know. Certainly, none of them have a mind enough to actually REALLY listen nor comprehend these words you speak." That much, Greed was actually willing to bet on. They were a slow, dim-witted, lustful people that jumped out at their desires as soon as they were presented. "In fact, I think you MIGHT want to pay closer attention to your audience. Dumb it down a bit." He waved a bit of paper in the air and let it gently pass on the wind. It was a full, crisp 100 dollar bill, which would lightly breeze by and off into the darkness. Greed did not seem at all concerned with those that he lost. "Guess you can say those people are FIRED, yes? Bahahaha!" He took another puff, letting the smoke of his choice tobacco fill the atmosphere in a deep haze to cover himself in. He beckoned Pride closer with a finger, whispering something into his ear, before casting his Possessed servant off into the shadows as well. Greed would have his Slaves follow Mister Sir up the mountain, instructing them this time not to touch him, but to block the way to get up or go down. There were so many of them, the pathway was completely filled. He did not seem at all concerned with Mister Sir stepping up to the high place, either, and instead, continued to casually smoke, looking on over the area like it were a stage set for his will and way to be played out over the land.

Suddenly, down below, You are approached by a strange figure that you had not seen before, but that looks something like You and Your people. He greets you with a smile and says to You, "Hello! My name is Jack, and I've been looking for some help with a certain project I've been doing. I can't find anyone around and will gladly finance anyone who is of able body. No other requirements or skills necessary." He was finely dressed and seemed to be quite the distinguished person in personality; something like someone with charm and etiquette. It was clear that he was coming to you very politely, with no form of harm nor malicious intent. "Please, I need your help. You won't leave me helpless, will you? No one has come to help me yet and I fear that this particular job will not get accomplished if someone doesn't come quickly!" He urges You to act with haste, with his own expenses on the line. "Won't you please?" he asks kindly once more, hoping to grab someone's ear that was near, not unlike a homeless person on the subway or on the street. "I'm sure you know the struggle very well, and wouldn't dare leave someone else in a predicament something like your own, would you?"

"I Wouldn't Be Laughing If I Were You," Mister Sir said, completely unsmiling. "You're Fired." He stood there before Greed and did not say nor do anything else, but fire completely overtook his body. He was ROYALLY pissed; and had EVERY last right to it. The Lake Of Fire behind them bubbled and gurgled and rumbled, something as it had done in the days of yore when others attempted to walk up this mountain, and it got angry at them. "Envy."

Greed, sitting on his throne, would remain in silence, with his mouth suddenly agape and his Cuban cigar falling out of his mouth. He felt that there was a shift in the powers, and knew this to be so before anyone else that was below him did. At that moment, the very second his cigar hit the ground, his eyes narrowed and glowed with a light something like that of pure and utter hatred, yet with greater calculations going on in the background.

Still, he lowered his head and his eyes went dark, once again covered by the shadow of his hair. Soon after, he began to laugh. "Hahaha..." He waggled his finger at Mister Sir, shaking his head. "Oh, no no no, son. You can't fire ME. I still RUN the show!" A new cigar found its way to his mouth by hand of Pride, who was still quite under Greed's control. "If you've learned ANYTHING, or, KNOW anything about me after all the time we've worked together, you should KNOW that I'm not gonna just let go that easily. No, I've got all types of plans that I had in store for you." Greed also knew how the curse of Envy worked and wouldn't fall prey to it so easily. "Seems like YOU are the one envious of ME. What do I have to envy of you, eh? There is nothing I cannot get my hands on!" And so, Greed stuck out his Tongue to have his way. "JACK!" he called out, beckoning someone from the shadows "Did you get my money?"

When the one that Greed had spoken to, Jack, did not bring back the group, but instead an envoy named 'Archnemesis,' who was led up to where Greed was, he would say "You're fired," and send Jack on his way. Greed stuck out his Tongue again and Jack 2 would appear from the shadows, snatched out by his collar. "Jack 2, entertain our guests here." No more was said. Yet, Greed would then open his mouth to speak again, but this time to beckon another person from the shadows. "Ace," he cried, profusely beckoning with a finger, "Deal with the slaves. I'm about to go away on business." Greed snapped his fingers and suddenly more of his slaves would appear from the darkness and carry him further up the mountain. In his wake, Pride would stand before them all, with many Mirror Images and Reflections being cast out all about the High Place and the lower levels, seeming to be nothing but the copies of Greed as he went away.

The Archnemesis that was before Jack 2 was already calculating the next steps on behalf of its master, Mechanica. The Archnemesis, which was one of the Mechanica's puppets, specifically a 'Finger Puppet,' would start to run toward the slaves of Greed and snatch them up in their ignorance. "Slaves," the Archnemesis cried out to the masses that had blocked off the path, "You've been duped. You are not getting paid enough to risk your entire lives. In fact, are any of you getting paid enough to live?" The Finger Puppet snickered at them, yet the eyes of the doll face atop what looked like the body of a hand-like spider would remain wide and gaping. "The only way to overthrow your Slave Master is to waste up all of his resources. Use more than what he is giving, and he will start paying out of pocket instead of you paying with your lives." Because they were zombies and easily swayed, if they heard something that sounded more reasonable than whatever their command was or the offer that was given to them was, then they would, without a doubt, follow it like sheep.

Mister Sir was also calculating the next steps, since there was extra work to be done simply because there were so many extra beings involved that Greed was clinging to. Fortunately, all it took was to cut off the Tongue and the grip of those grubby fingers and the people could be salvaged, at least to some degree.

Figuring that the Jack would go off and deal with the Mechanica, Mister Sir would stand before the Ace that was left in Greed's stead, not letting him follow behind the Archnemesis. "You're Not Being Paid Enough, Either, You Know," he had to mention to the Ace. "I Doubt That You Can Fix The Damages That Are About To Fall Upon You." Mister Sir lifted his hand up to the rumbling volcanous Lake of Fire over yonder, clear in vision of everyone, and it would synchronize to the radiation of the heat from his own body, which was one with the Lake of Fire from a distance. "Watch." He lifted a single finger, and all hell broke loose. The fire pit erupted, and burst into the sky, blowing away all the things that were in the cover of the darkness, save for the ones that were under the protection of Tabitha. The buildings of Greed and all those foundations were revealed on the spot and many were struck down with fire the size of giant hailstones, and burning sulfur would crash down like a bomber plane dropping bombs down all across the land. The most important buildings that belonged to Greed would be struck down immediately, destroyed beyond repair, with whomever inside as an example. The rest would be given time to evacuate, but the fire continued to rain down from the sky. All the while, Mister Sir stared at the Ace with a blazing face of fire, still completely unsmiling.

You watch as all of these things happen and are completely terrified. Many things that You knew from Your past are beginning to finally make sense, and You are seeing them play out first hand; front row. All of You nearly shit Your pants, but are thankful for the one that went ahead of You instead of allowing You to be snagged by that 'Jack,' who was acting as though he were just a normal helpless person seeking hired help. You look up at all the workers that are destroyed by buildings that randomly were revealed to You from the cover of the darkness; things that hadn't been there before in the desolate land, but were uncovered to You because the darkness that covered them was illuminated by the splendor of Mister Sir and the light of the raging Lake of Fire upon the mountain. You were not paying attention before, and You were blind, but it was clear that these buildings had already been established and the people that were rushing out were already working, just like the ones that came out to attack Mister Sir before. You still decide not to move, nor to reveal Yourselves, but are patient this time, in order to avoid being struck down by this sudden rain of fire. Yet, You are still completely terrified, knowing that even a single wrong step will strike You down. You hope it all ends soon. You pray to God, this time.

Jack 2 immediately intervened, seeing that the Archnemesis was trying to cater to the ignorance of the zombie slaves. Though Jack 2 would have preferred to attack Mister Sir and team up with the Ace, it was of higher priority to Jack 2 to go and make sure that the people were not snatched from the grip of Greed, his master. "Wait! Don't listen to this jobless creature with no money! Look! Don't you see how deformed it is? This thing is not here to help you! Look at me! You can be like me." He presented himself in finely dressed clothes and nice, sharp, pristine cloth. Many of this man's image would appear all around them, flaunting the nice materials that were all in his possession, given to him by his master to use. "Don't you want this... Brand new car?!" A King came up from out of nowhere in a swanky, spanky new car. "Or, maybe, you want the... Latest designer clothes! 50% off, while supplies last!!" Then, a Queen walked out of the car, dressed in better clothes than even the Jack, and also flaunting some of her body so that they wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of her. Many of the images of Vanity would project her all around, so that anywhere they looked, they would see nothing but this beautiful woman sporting the image that each of them wanted.

"That's right," the Queen said, knowing what to do with the spotlight once she had it, "You can be sexy, like me, for as little as $9.99 a month." She flipped her hair, letting everyone see, with dazzling lights and all sorts of effects brought on by Vanity in the background to boost her Image. "Stay tuned, and we'll even throw in... A promotion! From Slave to Servant! Better pay, with better benefits. Any of the things that happen to you because of your work; bad teeth, stress, tiredness, overworking... All of it will be taken care of in your plan! We'll give you dental!" She smiled pretty, letting the glamour of her face shine through each of the mirrors that Pride placed all over the land.

This was all halted, however, by all the raging destruction that happened to one of the important buildings that Greed was using to cycle revenue. In fact, the cycle of revenue could not happen without this building, and the Ace was the one that all of this fell on. He stared at Mister Sir, terrified at how much of Greed's assets he would have to use to repay. "Okay, fine, fine, whatever," he said, breaking at the knowledge itself of how much was about to come out of pocket, "Just... Don't destroy another building. Please. What do you want?" Seemed as though Ace was ready to make a deal under the table, before Greed got word of any of this.

"Look," The Finger Puppet said, pointing off to the destroyed major corporation, "Now what will you do? You think that guy is going to pay for your shelter and your food and your water? He was trying to take those things away from you by forcing you to work long hours, anyway. If he REALLY cares about you, he AND all his other slaves, then he would pay for your housing and your food and your drink, instead of giving you the bare minimum. He's paying you to distract you from what it is that he could be using the money for to sustain your lives." The Archnemesis would look over to Jack 2, and to Queen and to King, then say, "Where and how much money went into this entire performance, and, can you pull off several more after losing such a large part of your own franchise that produces those things for you?" If they had invested in something else, then they would not have lost out. "Looks like you all, Jack, Queen and King are going to be just as homeless, unfortunate and in the dirt as all of these people here standing around watching." They were having a fight with themselves, at this point. "When he can't pay you because he has to rebuild what makes his money, what do you think he'll do to you? Fire you. Because he can't pay for you anymore." The Archnemesis would stand there and await the response of all the, basically orphaned people. "Where is your Greed now?"

"Join Us," were the first words that Mister Sir spoke to the Ace, who had authority over everyone under him in place of Greed, as if he were Greed, himself. "Take All The Slaves And Minions You Have And Join Us, And We Will Take Care Of You. We Have A Place Already Prepared For Those Who Will Be Orphaned, And It's With The Ones That We've Been Leading To A Better Place Already. Then, When We Get To Greed, We Can Show Him Who Is Boss." Mister Sir would extend a hand out to Ace, asking, still unsmiling, "Do We Have A Deal?"

The Ace, who was the Ace for a reason, was more than capable of making decisions on his own and was more than wise enough to even rival his master, even though he worked for him. Thinking it over rather carefully, and knowing that this Mister Sir would not joke about whatever he had under his belt, and also comparing and contrasting the pros and cons of continuing to work for Greed after his business failed would rest in the Ace's mind for only a moment before he thrust his hand forward with a binding swiftness and said, "Deal." Still being greedy, himself, he at least knew that whomever was going to take better care of him was the one to be around, and, knowing Greed personally, with no assets, Ace would not be taken care of. He had seen what was done to the underlings and knew that if his own place fell, then Ace would not be anything but one of those mindless zombies blocking the path, ignorant to what it is that was going on over their heads.

"Listen up," Ace said to the King, Queen and Jack 2, "We're under new management. Anyone in the Order of Operations will fall into their ranks and anyone that is a slave will go with the group that is being led. This man is a better businessman than the one we serve. Let's take what we can get and get out of here before Greed catches wind of his financial debacle." Certainly, with the same cutthroat haste that Greed would fire off the first Jack, which everyone witnessed, would be the same swiftness that the Ace would take his leave. "No need for a 2 week's notice. That's giving him too much time to set up, and not giving me enough time, myself. If he can't take making some sacrifices for me, then why should I sacrifice even an extra day?" Ace chuckled, calling his people and clearing the way. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." Thus, the whole group, an army of workers would fall under the ranks of Mister Sir, Mechanica and the Rephaim in the shadows.

Finally, Mister Sir smiled that one genuine 'Happy' smile, instead of a smug grin or a haughty smirk. "Excellent," he muttered, something like an elderly businessman whose plans were coming together, shaking the Ace's hand firmly. "Nice Doing Business With You." Immediately, the Ace's body would become inflamed, but not with a fire that harmed him. Instead, the fire covered his body in a similar fashion as it did Mister Sir, and served as protection, like burning armor, which showed that he and Mister Sir were joined in a covenant. The Lake of Fire would not harm him, nor any of the people that would also forge a deal with Mister Sir through the covenant. "If This Deal Is Broken," He'd say before releasing the Ace's hand, "The Fire Will Burn Up Your Entire Body And You Will Be No More." This was the only restriction, but it did mean absolute 100% certain death. "You Will Be Called Seraphim; Angels Among Men. And The Ones That Burn For You, In All Their Heart And Desire, Shall Be Your 'Harab Serapel;' Burning Ravens Of Destruction That Can Do As I Have Done To A Limited Degree, And Grant You The Power To Do The Same Through Them." The flames would rain down and continue to destroy any and everyone that did not make the deal or stick to it, whilst all else would fall in line. "Let's Move," Mister Sir said without hesitation, as to not let Greed get too far ahead of them. He beckoned the entire group, including the Rephaim in the darkness, and begin to explain to them what had already occurred about Envy, and how the curse of Envy transferred through transitive property.

The Archnemesis, that Finger Puppet, whose purpose was specifically to snatch people up and utilize them for a greater purpose, would immediately collect the Ace, the King, the Queen and the Jack and have them round up the rest of the ranks. They ones who understood Ordered Operations would be part of the large body of Mechanica, as units to be used in the grand scheme, whilst the lesser ones that had no real role except keeping things operational, the Slaves, Servants, Minions, Underlings and all else they were known as, would be grouped with the Rephaim, replacing the ones that had been lost and allowing the group to become larger. The units of Mechanica would then sink into the Great Darkness and begin to guide all the Rephaim, who were like sheep, in an orderly fashion behind Mister Sir, watching all the destruction along the way from still within the Great Darkness that continued to cover them all the way through. They would be led up the mountain into the next area.

You are overjoyed to have overcome such a great obstacle such as Greed, which seemed to be an even greater roadblock than any of You alone could have managed, even if You wanted to. Knowing this terrifies You, but it also humbles You to the ones that actually took care of it and You. You begin to tell the ones that have joined Your ranks all about what happened to You down below, what is going on now, and also Your personal stories about Your own sins in order to help them be up to speed and also to assist with them dealing with theirs. You warn them about exiting the Great Darkness and that the cover it provides keeps You from being destroyed by whatever other sins seem to be lurking about. Though, after recounting how many Sins you have been through, and how terrible they were, You then begin to worry about the upcoming sins you have not yet dealt with, Envy and Wrath, and wonder just how much worse those could be than Greed, or even the ones that You had endured before that almost killed You. You are cautious and wary, but You are more confident in your confidants now, and are faithful that You will come out alive as long as You heed their instruction and direction and remain humble. You press on with the ones that know Ordered Operations guiding you in an orderly fashion, behind Mister Sir, and You go further up the mountain into the next location, watching the destruction as You go along in wonder, awe, terror, splendor and many other emotions that You are feeling at the time.