Chapter 222: On Your Knees Or On Your Back?
"Look," started Wrath as he started at Pride in front of him. They were standing on either end of the bridge over the moat, and neither one was moving forward. "I don’t know what Lucifer told you, but you have to understand that he is the Father of Lies. You can’t trust anything out of his mouth."
"Lucifer is a woman, and you damn well know that," snapped Pride, even as the Sins around him shared an uneasy look. Everyone knew that the Devil was a man; there had never been a question since the beginning of time as to who he was.
"He showed you the feminine version, too?" sneered Wrath as he cracked his neck from side to side. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to shift, but at the same time, that was a form that greatly embarrassed him. He would never shift unless it were a matter of life and death.
And no matter how pissed off Pride was, he didn’t want his brother’s death.
"You fucking asshole!" screamed Pride so loud that the earth shook once again. "There is no Father. The Devil is a woman... our woman! Who cut her soul into eight pieces because she wanted love so badly. And what did you do? You spat in her face, rejected her love, and took off like a fucking prick."
The more Pride continued to rant, the more the Sins around him realized just what was going on... even if they didn’t understand it.
"The Devil is our creator," murmured Envy, tasting the words as if it was the first time he ever spoke them before. "But we never asked why we were created."
"The Devil was betrayed," announced Hattie as she stepped through the shield surrounding the house. "And was cast out simply because someone didn’t want to admit that they had done something wrong."
"You should be sleeping, Sweetness," murmured Pride softly as he dropped to one knee. "You are tired. I will handle this; go back to Tank."