Gluttony leaned back in his chair, dark eyes sliding toward the empty blackness beyond the table's faint glow. His thin frame looked small, but the weight in his voice carried across the space like a whisper just before a storm.
"They are here," he said.
Before Cain could speak, the boy opened his mouth.
It did not open like a child's mouth should. It stretched, soundless and wide, dark as the void itself. Four distinct shards of light burst forth, one after another, spinning through the air before slowing to a halt in the open space around the table.
They were shaped like people but not truly people. Genderless silhouettes, flickering things of living color with no faces, no features, nothing but outlines. Each one burned with its own hue, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.
Crimson for Wrath. Rose for Lust .Emerald for Envy. Gold for Pride.
The lights hovered in place, faint glimmers spilling across the blackness, painting the table and chairs in shifting colors.
