What is even real chapter-12
3 envy
Mary entered the Envy Estate, the sky a piercing cyan streaked with faint silver clouds, a color sharp enough to make the teeth ache. The streets looked... normal. Unremarkable. For a place that carried the title of sin, it was almost mundane.
She followed the whispers to a small alley where the so-called local legend resided-Sara, a human girl with six piercing eyes that seemed to see past her very soul. Mary observed her, expecting a malicious aura or twisted intent, yet nothing seemed wrong. She approached cautiously.
"You... you don't seem like anyone dangerous," Mary said, studying the girl's features, her brow furrowed.
Sara smiled faintly, almost nervously. "I'm... just me," she said, voice quiet. Her gestures were careful, almost fragile, and Mary felt nothing but the mundane pulse of ordinary human life.
After a short conversation, Mary turned to leave, confused. She had expected confrontation, redemption, judgment... anything-but this girl was normal.
Then Sara excused herself, leaving Mary alone, and Mary noticed the faint copper scent of blood lingering, a trace so subtle it made her stomach turn. She paused, confused. Something was wrong here, yet she could not see it.
She hurried to Marmon's lab, where the faint hum of arcane energy and the metallic scent of old blood greeted her. Marmon looked up, disinterested, until he caught the look on her face.
"What? You're an idiot if you can't figure this out," Marmon said bluntly. "Sara isn't real."
Mary blinked. "Not... real?"
Marmon's expression darkened. "The real local legend is Beela, Beelzebub's disowned daughter. Sara is a construct, a secondary copy. Beela uses her when she wants to walk among humans, to live their mundane life... while Beela herself watches, envies, manipulates. When she envies human normalcy, she becomes Sara. That's how she experiences their world."
Mary's eyes widened. "So the person I saw... wasn't the sin itself?"
"Exactly," Marmon said, smirking. "She lived a human life out of envy. That's her demi-sin. She cannot be redeemed. Not really. But awareness... awareness you can give her she's my dumb older sister."
Armed with the knowledge, Mary returned to Envy Estate. She confronted Beela directly, standing amidst the cyan streets where the wind carried a faint chill.
"You... you let Sara live among humans," Mary said, arms crossed.
Beela's eyes glimmered, a mixture of amusement and cold arrogance. "Yes. She is me, yet not me. The envy I feel for them... it is contained in her. Do you think I am foolish enough to risk my own essence for trivial redemption?"
Mary studied her carefully. "I understand... maybe she can't be redeemed. But perhaps she can... be aware."
Beela tilted her head, considering Mary's words. "Perhaps. Awareness is enough. That is your choice, angel."
Mary nodded. She realized then that not every legend required salvation, not every sin could be unraveled by her power. Some existed merely to observe, to remind the realm of what envy could do if left unchecked though after all she ain't hurting anybody let her be.
(Fun fact she's a demon queen as beela but local legend as Sara)
4 lust
The sky over Lust Estate was a burning scarlet, streaked with violet and gold, shimmering like liquid flame. Mary stepped onto the streets of Night Babylon(nickname of the city their in rn)and immediately felt the pulse of the city: beauty here wasn't just admired-it was currency. Every glance, every whisper, every gaze held value. Neon signs glimmered with holographic faces, and every citizen clutched their devices-the vanity that tracked the allure of the people around them using the hellafun(some sinner was smart enough to make a phone of his own to sell to sinners hellafun is the phone brand said the guy became so rich he moves to the greed estate from instant blown up).
Each major sin had their app, but in Lust Estate, Asmodeus's app reigned supreme. Ratings weren't just about looks-they dictated influence. Top-ranking individuals could manipulate fortunes, sway politics, even dictate who lived or died among those who coveted attention. Mary's eyes swept over the leaderboard: she saw Marmon, ranked number one among outsiders in general who could have thought after all marmon described by many"handsome to notice that it hurt"people describe him also he's top in envy estate beauty, and Wendigo-Matthew, the prideful doctor-holding his place as well as top 1 in pride estate leaderboard.
But what drew her attention most was the local legend of Lust Estate: a woman whose beauty had crumbled nations, sparked wars, and ignited scandals among kings and queens. Her name in history was lost, replaced by whispers and songs that spoke of her charm as a curse. The legend went that a love goddess had cursed her, ensuring that Asmodeus would fall for her, dragging her into Hell, where her beauty became her prison as much as her power.
Mary found her in the heart of Night Babylon, sitting atop a floating platform that pulsed with light as the citizens swiped and rated the world below. The woman's hair shimmered like molten gold, her eyes glinting with the power of command, her smile both intoxicating and terrifying.
"So, the angel comes to lecture me?" the woman said, her voice silk over steel. "Do you know why I'm here?"
Mary shook her head. "I know what your life caused. Entire kingdoms, lives, families... all manipulated by your beauty. But I'm not here to judge you. I want to see why, and maybe... guide you toward what you could be."
The woman laughed, tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder. "Guide me? I've been the goddess's favorite game for centuries. The love goddess saw fit to bind me to Asmodeus. I am desired, envied, feared. I am Lust incarnate. Why would I need redemption?"
Mary stepped closer, her power stirring gently around her, the subtle glow of her redemption aura brushing against the edges of the woman's mind. "Because even the most perfect beauty can be lost without purpose. You were cursed to be desired by Asmodeus, yes-but you can choose to be faithful to him in a way that doesn't destroy others. That doesn't make you weak-it makes you strong. You have the power to honor the devotion of someone who truly cares, not just command the admiration of the world."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Faithful... to him? You think I can bend my existence to serve? To obey? I am not a tool."
"You are not a tool," Mary said softly. "You are human, and you are sin incarnate. But even sin can choose loyalty, even devotion. I can show you what it means to respect the one who saved you from your curse instead of using it for destruction. To see the beauty of connection, not just admiration."
Mary projected visions into her mind: the countless lives ruined by her machinations, yes-but also glimpses of what she could be alongside Asmodeus: trusted, respected, admired not for chaos, but for partnership, for genuine connection. She saw Asmodeus watching her, his obsession now tempered by devotion, the subtle warmth in his gaze as if her loyalty was a gift rather than a command.
For the first time in centuries, the woman faltered. Her dazzling aura dimmed slightly, uncertainty flickering through eyes that had never known restraint. "And... you think I could...?"
"Yes," Mary said. "Not because you are forced, but because you choose. You don't have to destroy to be desired. You don't have to manipulate to be powerful. Use your beauty, your charm... as a strength for someone who deserves it."
The woman exhaled slowly, the first breath of humility she had allowed herself in centuries. "Faithful... to Asmodeus... without ruin?"
"Faithful," Mary repeated, "and aware. That is the start of redemption."
With a reluctant nod, the woman's aura shifted. The threads of desire and manipulation that pulsed around her began to realign, not toward the citizens of Night Babylon, but toward Asmodeus's waiting presence. Mary felt the subtle shift, the first step of a sin incarnate embracing purpose over chaos.
"Good," Mary said quietly, stepping back. "Even Lust can choose more than ruin. Even Lust can be... guided."
The citizens below continued to swipe, rate, and gaze-but now, instead of being prey to the woman's chaos, they were witnessing a sin learning devotion. Night Babylon, the Scarlet Sky, felt a subtle change that Mary could sense all the way to the edges of Hell.
5 gluttony
The sky above the Gluttony Estate was a sickly yellow, like molten gold barely holding back rot. Streets twisted with decadence, filled with lavish feasts spread across gutters, the smell of spoiled meat mixing with incense and perfume. People gorged themselves, yet the hunger in their eyes told of unending emptiness. Above it all, Leviathan moved like a nightmare carved from desire itself-her massive, scaled body coiled around the tallest spires, wings stretching wide enough to blot out the sun, each breath stirring the air like a hurricane.
Mary stepped carefully among the revelers. The ground shook faintly with Leviathan's steps, her pupils glinting with predatory curiosity. At the center of the estate stood King Voren-a human of immense bulk, dressed in purple robes lined with gold, his crown crooked but still impressive. He lounged upon a throne carved from stolen riches and bones of the conquered, laughing as courtiers bowed and offered him endless platters of food.
"You... you are Mary," Voren sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "The meddling redeemer who dares walk into my dominion."
Mary then replied"you already heard of me? The goblin is that what you're local legend name knowing for begin massive coward with insane power and luck"
Mary's eyes glowed faintly green as she raised her hand. "Look at them," she said softly, gesturing at the citizens feasting mindlessly. "Do you see what your greed created? Their hunger, their despair... the life you stole."
Voren waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense. They thrive under me. I am unmatched. No one can take what is mine."
"Really?" Mary pressed. Her power rippled outward, green energy threading into Voren's mind. "Let me show you."
Suddenly, the streets around them dissolved into visions. Voren's eyes widened as he saw his kingdom crumble after his death. The armies he had commanded fell apart without his iron fist. Rival lords he had ignored swept through towns like storms. The people he had oppressed rose up, reclaiming land and rebuilding from the ruins. Massive predators-monstrous beasts he had once ignored-feasted upon his fortresses and armies alike.
"No... this cannot be..." Voren's voice trembled. "I ruled... I was... invincible!"
Mary's voice cut through him like a blade. "There is always a bigger fish. You cannot consume everything. Power is fleeting. You cannot stop the world from swallowing you."
Above them, Leviathan uncoiled, her massive form dwarfing the estate. She snaked past Voren's throne, sniffing at him with curiosity. With one swipe of her clawed paw, she crushed a cart of gold coins-money that had meant everything to him in life-scattering it to the wind. Every coin that hit the ground seemed to scream his failures.
Voren fell to his knees, shaking, the last vestiges of his pride crumbling. "I... I was the greatest... I... I..." His voice broke as Mary's green light enveloped him again, showing him the future consequences of his gluttony: kingdoms that rose stronger because of his fall, starving peasants finding freedom, Leviathan consuming what no human could.
Mary knelt beside him, her eyes locking on his. "Do you understand now? Even the strongest can be eaten by something greater. Even the greedy cannot hold onto everything. You... you have a choice. Accept humility, let your life serve as a lesson... or remain consumed forever."
Voren's chest heaved. His vision blurred with tears and fear. He whispered hoarsely, "I... I accept... I understand..."
Leviathan's massive head lowered, letting out a low, rumbling purr. Mary smiled faintly, withdrawing her power. Voren's body shimmered, the curse of Gluttony retreating slightly, replaced by the faintest spark of understanding and repentance.
As Mary walked away, the people of the estate glanced at each other. Hunger still gnawed at them, but for the first time, they felt the weight of choice. Leviathan retreated to the shadows above, her eyes glimmering like twin moons, a reminder that even the most powerful predator is not above consequence.
Mary left Gluttony Estate behind, her thoughts already moving toward the next sin. But she cast a last glance over her shoulder at the broken king: the greatest sinners can be reminded of their place, if only someone has the courage to show them.
5 sloth
The sky above Sloth Estate was a muted gray, like the color of rainclouds that never moved, never burst. Even the sunlight seemed to take its time, spreading in lazy streaks that barely touched the crooked buildings below. The streets twisted in loops and spirals, as if the architects themselves had fallen asleep mid-design, leaving the city in a state of permanent half-finished chaos.
Mary stepped onto the cracked cobblestones, her boots echoing louder than she expected in the heavy silence. Around her, figures moved slowly-dragging their feet, half-heartedly gesturing, sighing constantly. Some leaned against walls that leaned in turn, while others stared at empty air, blinking as though thinking about leaving but never doing so.
At the center of the estate was the throne, a massive structure that looked like it had been stacked from forgotten crates and cushions left to rot. Reclining atop it was a figure draped in rumpled robes, one leg lazily dangling, the other bent awkwardly, elbow resting on a cushion. His hair was messy, eyes half-lidded, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Finally," the figure said, voice low, dragging out each syllable as though the effort of speaking taxed him greatly. "Someone... bothers... to visit. Or maybe you didn't. I can't tell."
Mary narrowed her eyes, instinctively aware she was facing not just a sinner, but a force unlike any other she'd seen. "You're the Sloth legend?" she asked "they call you iraling"
"Maybe," he yawned, stretching like a cat that had slept for centuries. "Maybe not. Depends on who's asking. Depends on if I feel like answering."
Mary's hand twitched, her power of redemption tingling in response, but she hesitated. There was nothing outwardly malicious about him-yet the aura of inertia was heavy, pressing against her mind like a weight. "Why... why are you like this? You've been... influencing the estate?"
The figure shifted, glancing lazily at the slouched buildings and the wandering, motionless crowds. "Influence? Heh. I wouldn't call it that. I am... everything that isn't done. Everything that's delayed. Everything half-formed. I didn't make the estate this way. I just... exist. And because I exist, this place... functions. Or doesn't. Depends on the day."
Mary tilted her head, watching a man trip over his own shadow and slowly rise without ever straightening his back. "So... you're not evil. You're... you're just... laziness?"
"Not laziness," he said, the smirk widening. "Inaction. Procrastination. Stories half-written, kingdoms half-built, promises half-kept. I am the pause that everything else ignores. I am... Sloth. But don't confuse me with a failure. Without me... chaos eats itself."
Mary's heart skipped. She could sense his power, subtle but all-encompassing. "You're... necessary."
"Am I?" he said, tilting his head. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just... me. And if you want to redeem me... good luck. Because there's nothing to redeem. There's no one here but someone who... didn't care enough. Do you understand that? Huh?"
Mary's fingers itched, and she manifested a soft green shimmer of her power around her hands. She tried a small probe, gently reaching for the fragments of his past, the choices that led him to this... existence. What she saw was strange: a young man, tired of the world, tired of the effort to change anything, slowly letting the days pass into years. There was regret there, but it wasn't shame. There was disappointment, but it wasn't guilt.
"You... you're... just yourself," she whispered. "But... don't you think that even being yourself affects the people around you?"
The Sloth figure chuckled, faint and lazy, like distant thunder. "Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on how much they notice. Most... don't. They... just move slower because I do. But I've never hurt anyone. Except... maybe my own potential. But hey, I'm fine with that."
As he take sip of tea
> "I am the reason chapters take long. I am the story's delay. But even that delay shapes the world."
Mary stepped closer, her tone softening. "So you see everything frozen... but you never try to change anything."
He yawned again. "Change... is work. And work... is effort. Effort... is tiring. I... am tired. That's all. And besides, I... like being tired. It's... peaceful."
Mary shook her head but smiled faintly. "Even peace like this... can hurt others indirectly. You can't just sit in gray skies forever without leaving marks."
"Marks..." he murmured, lazily tracing a finger across the arm of the throne. "Yes... I leave marks. Marks of inertia. Marks of patience... of waiting... of all the time people waste because of me."
Mary finally understood. This local legend was not about a crime, not about cruelty, not about lust or pride. Sloth was about the unseen influence of inaction, about how someone doing nothing could still shape everything.
"Maybe... maybe there's a way to redeem that," she whispered. "To show that doing... something, even just once... could ripple farther than years of waiting."
The figure opened his eyes fully for the first time, revealing a spark of curiosity behind the lazy gaze. "Huh... maybe. Or maybe... I'll just keep
waiting. You'll see I mean I am lazy I forget to name the lust lady"
> "Yeah, I make your updates late. You're welcome."
Mary smiled, turning away from the throne. "Then I'll make sure someone notices your potential... even if you refuse to notice it yourself."
As she walked toward the streets leading out of the estate, the gray sky seemed a fraction lighter, like the world itself exhaled slowly. Sloth Estate remained unchanged, and yet Mary knew... she had planted a seed. Even the most passive sin could be nudged, if only slightly, toward something more maybe finishing that chapter?
Proving my lazyness I forget to name the lust one(hyacinth)is her name now
(Also envy could destroy houses and break apart families I might showed it harmless it's because it fit narrative I nev r have mentioned that but marmon ain't scary looking people just fear him misunderstanding him because of the aura of terror boogyman radiating from him making everyone thinks twice before speaking with him while making his life twice as hard to make people trusting not help it that his face also smile devilishly everytime he's excited)
Now you know that about marmon go re read his story without letting the narrative foul you