Xander lounged on his sofa, one leg crossed, head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. His mother had left to retrieve Gluttony, and silence had swallowed the palace.
But then...
A sensation struck him. Soft… cold… and impossibly familiar.
His breath hitched. His pink eyes widened. His demon aura flared in a violet ripple before he could stop it.
"…Elaine…?"
The name escaped him before thought could catch up.
The very air trembled, not violently like Wrath's presence, not seductively like Lust's own nature. No…This was stillness made into power. A hush so profound that even his heartbeat seemed embarrassed to continue.
Xander sat up fast, hands gripping the cushions beside him. A chill rolled down his spine, and yet it wasn't fear. It was recognition.
The Seven Sins were threads in a single tapestry. And one of those threads had just turned into a pillar.
The mark of Sloth had awakened.
