The lights of a sputtering fire woke Kit out of a deep sleep. Jerking forward, Kit nearly fell out of the low bed; straining in the dim light to make out his surroundings. His head hurt, a dull thud in his ears against the silence of the small room.
Fighting the urge to sink back into the hard mattress, Kit wrestled himself out of the tangled white sheets, noticing for the first time his nudity. With a surprised gasp, he tugged the sheet from his bed and slung it over a pale shoulder.
The room, though dark, was of white plaster and dark wooden floors. Unfurnished save for the bed, Kit noticed a door opposite the cot. A small square glassless window was set on the wall nearby, covered only by a hatch of wooden polls. The sky outside was dark.
Kit padded to the door, the hardwood cold against his bare feet, only to find it locked.
"Hello?" Kit called, his voice rough from sleep and disuse. He coughed. "Is anyone there?"
Balling a hand into a fist, Kit pounded on the door and called again, to no avail.
Think Kit willed himself. How did I get here? The last thing Kit could remember was his room, writing that paper for Mr. Carter's history class, and then?
Kit's train of though was interrupted by the loud groan of gear from the door to his cell. The door swung open, in stepped a towering figure.
A monster, Kit thought at first. And then, when the creature stepped into the light, Kit gasped, an angel.
The creature before Kit was tall, yes, but it was also beautiful. Its skin was pale as marble, paler than Kit's. Its hair was a radiant gold, falling in a silky sheet about its neck and shoulders. Its face had a sculpted beauty, high cheekbones, a Roman nose, wide, sad eyes, ruby red lips. Its body, armored in a golden chest plate like an ancient statue and shrouded in a cape of red and gold velvet, was thin and curved and muscular in the most graceful way.
It was the most beautiful thing Kit had ever seen in his life.
"Christopher Joseph McAllister," the creature started, its voice clear and terrifying, "you are chosen of the gods. You are one of the fourteen, holy icons of the Seven most deadly sins, and you are now a prisoner of those most high."
Kit's head reeled, the angel's voice not helping the pain in his skull.
Fourteen? Kit wondered. He wasn't alone? And gods? Where was he?
"Kit McAllister, Son of Asmodeus, yours is the Sin of Lust, and of it, you will be purged or you will die."
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Welcome to this SYOC story based loosely upon TDI and Percy Jackson. While this story features no direct character or narrative connections to TDI or Percy Jackson, this story is inspired by their concepts.
I want this story loosely to be about sons and daughters of the Seven Deadly Sins in competition for reasons yet to be known. If you're interested, Ill be accepting thirteen 17-year-old characters, two for each sin (Pride, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, and Envy) save for Lust, which will have one slot open as Kit is the other chosen for this slot. The form for submission will be on my profile!