SIN Chapter 6; Envy

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-Mister Sir recounts the matters of Envy and all that led up to the events past and the events future, explaining everything along the way.-

Deadly Sin; Envy

Envy can be directly related to the Ten Commandments, specifically, "Neither shall you desire... anything that belongs to your neighbour."

Circle of Hell: 6 (Heresy)

Instead of doing what you are supposed to, you will become envious of someone else and end up doing something that you should not in order to get ahead or get what you want without following the proper protocols.

Heresy is any provocative belief or theory that is strongly at variance with established beliefs or customs. A heretic is a proponent of such claims or beliefs.[1] Heresy is distinct from both apostasy, which is the explicit renunciation of one's religion, principles or cause,[2] and blasphemy, which is an impious utterance or action concerning God or sacred things.

Why It Is Deadly; Dante defined this as "a desire to deprive other men of theirs".

Characteristics: Envy (Latin, invidia), like greed and lust, is characterized by an insatiable desire. Envy is similar to jealousy in that they both feel discontent towards someone's traits, status, abilities, or rewards. The difference is the envious also desire the entity and covet it. Aquinas described envy as "sorrow for another's good"


Chosen Personification; A large, deprived figure with eyes sewn shut and a mouth sewn shut, but long, sharp claws, slender legs and a very sleek, thin form with a crown of spikes upon the head. Skin is malnourished, as is the body, but it is tall and overbearing, even in slenderness, like a tree.

Consequences For Application; Condemned to eternity in flaming tombs.  In Dante's Purgatory, the punishment for the envious is to have their eyes sewn shut with wire because they have gained sinful pleasure from seeing others brought low.

First Hierarchy

Demon Lord: Leviathan

Status: Fallen Seraphim Prince

Leviathan was also a prince of the Seraphim who tempts people to give into heresy, and is opposed by St. Peter.

The Archetype that was among them, looking nothing more than some unimportant plebeian, would casually follow behind them, but not too closely, and pretend to be one that was sent by Greed; number 7. From there on, only Mister Sir and the Great Darkness remained.

When only Mister Sir and the Great Darkness were left, he would start to speak to the entire group that was inside of the Great Darkness before they made it to Greed, beginning to head up the mountain again. "By Now, Greed Should Have Little To Nothing Left To Continue To Use. With His Businesses Not Making Him Any Money And He Having No Real Understanding Of How To Do Anything Without Servants, And Also Having Servants That Are Only Loyal To Money And Not The One Giving The Money, Once He Sees He Has Nothing Left But Whatever Is In His Back Pocket, He Should Be Easy Pickings." Mister Sir continued to speak as they drew closer to wherever he'd gone, keeping a close eye out for any signs of movement. "He Shouldn't Be Able To Afford Anyone But The Lowest Grade, And They Are Too Incompetent To Do Anything. If We Take Him Out Right Now While He's Weak, Especially With All His Forces On Our Side, We Can Surround Him And Keep Him From Being Able To Escape." Mister Sir bade the ones that understood how to actualize this Order of Operations first, and each of them would head out to surround the mountain from several different vantage points, all of which couldn't be seen from the normal path. The rest of the group would stay walking behind him as if nothing had changed. "Act Natural," he said, keeping his eyes forward. "Let The Ones That Know What They're Doing Do Their Work." He promptly turned around to the ones that were in the darkness, who were relatively ignorant to these matters, saying strictly "Don't Interfere." He turned back forward and continued to walk.

You, who are still following behind Mister Sir patiently, see now what goes on behind the scenes of the high places of the world, and how much sin has been within them all, as well as how much still comes from people like the three that Mister Sir just encountered via the methods of Greed. You feel more confident, after overcoming Greed and listening to the story about Envy and how everything fell apart because of Envy about not becoming Envious nor Greedy. You would rather not be someone else's puppet or form of manipulation in any way, and would rather be Your own person before ever being someone else's slave. You take these events that transpired to heart, but continue to look on silently instead of jumping ahead. There were things that You still perhaps needed to see before it was safe, and no one had given You a clear signal that it was safe at this point. Though it is becoming rather tedious and tiresome to sit around watching, making sure Your own life is safe is much better. You remain patient and calm and ever watchful.

Greed, who is, as usual, sitting atop a high place, but has not made it all the way up the mountain, can finally see Mister Sir coming up the mountain. "Shit," he says, throwing out his cigar, "Can't expect the commoners to do a boss' job." 2, 4 and 5 wouldn't be able to handle someone like Mister Sir anyway. Greed needed his Ace. "Ace! Where are you, Ace?" No matter where he was right now, if he were still alive, then he should have been able to hear Greed calling out to him. "I need you to get ready for the next operation. Don't worry about anyone that was already left behind. We don't need them. All I need is for you to make a diversion." It wouldn't be long before Greed made his way to safety at the top of the mountain, where he could continue to grow out his industry and get something else ready to capture the prospective new hires.

Mister Sir flickers up to Greed now after it is clear that he has been noticed, chuckling to himself. "What Are You Doing?" Mister Sir inquires, still chuckling. "Haven't You Heard? Your Market Has Crashed." If Greed had been paying attention to how much he was spending and wasting and not earning in return, he would have noticed that his greatest sustaining franchises were already nothing but smoke and dust. "You Don't Have Anymore 'Employees.' Nor Anymore Places For Them To Work." Mister Sir pointed off to the horizon, where only barely just visible were the dilapidated, smoldering husks of what he once controlled. "Look Around. There's Nothing Left, And You're Surrounded." No matter who Greed called, he not only couldn't pay them, but they also didn't have any job to perpetuate the income, and therefore wouldn't work for him for free. "There's Nowhere Else To Run Now. Not Even Those Measly Servants You Sent Off Down The Mountain Can Stand Up To The Fullness Of The Army We Have Now." Mister Sir smirked. "There's Nowhere To Run."

Greed couldn't get a hold of any of his slaves at all. None of them were responding no matter how often he called them, nor how low the ranks. "Ace? King?! SPEAK TO ME!" He cried into a communication device, personalized to their use. There was no response. "Don't tell me all I have left are... 2, 4 and 5!?" Greed fell to his knees, completely distraught. "Ruined..." he cried, "RUINED!! All my hard work, nothing but ruins!!!" He slammed his fist on the ground, thinking the worst thought that he could; seeing himself at the bottom of the food chain as nothing but a common drone worker. It nearly shattered his mind. "No... No I'll never do drone work!" He cried, somewhat hysterically. "No. No sir! Not me! Drone work is... I-is for the DRONES! Yes! Like 2, 4 and 5! I'm no low card! I'm no pawn! I... I could never..." He tried to think of any way out of this, but with only the money he had on his person left to his name and nothing as a source of income, Greed had no ideas. There was no way to build nor rebuild from the ground up in this hellish society if you'd already lost something. It was basically like starting over and never being able to get back to the top again. He started to cackle hysterically. "I... I am the top world famous entrepeneur!!! I WILL NEVER FALL!!!" He was in denial, and cackled even more. "I STILL OWN EVERYTHING!! Nothing is out of my reach!!!" He stuck out his tongue, long and elastic, like that of a frog, and hurled it around hysterically, still cackling madly. "HAHAHA! I STILL HAVE THE BEST MIND FOR BUSINESS!! YOU NEED ME! YOU NEED ME!! You'll see... You can't do ANYTHING without me!! HAHAHAA!" And he went on in his mad fit.

Mister Sir shook his head. "Pathetic." Without any of his workers, Greed was nothing more than a common man with a knack for telling people what to do. "Now You're Just Another Birdman. You've Reached The Top, Then Had To Stop, Then It All Came Tumbling Down. And What Can You Do But Sit There In Your Craze And Wallow About Your Past That Will Never Come To Be Again?" Mister Sir continued to shake his head. "Be Lucky I Won't Allow You To Live. Can't Have You Getting Your Hands On Anything Else, Now Can We?" Without warning, Mister Sir Sparta kicked Greed right off the edge of the mountain, where he would surely die, falling all the way back to the bottom, where he would be at the lowest point like the group had started out on, as his punishment. There is where his body would lay and without a legacy to continue or pass on. No name. No fame. No fortune. No nothing. Mister Sir looked on over the edge until he had seen Greed's body hit the ground, hurling a fireball at his tongue in case he tried to latch onto something. Without his tongue, Greed was useless and powerless. "Let's Go," Mister Sir said to the group, having successfully defeated sins 1-6. You all continue up the mountain to the highest point that you can reach; the North Gate.