Envy.
Envy doesn't see what he has, why should he? Everyone else already has something a million times better. They have lives outside, things to do, they actually feel the emotion war brings. Do they feel the pain of being left alone? HA! No. the stupid humans don't feel that. They just get happiness ad carefree rainbows covered in floating pixies and unicorns. Envy gets to live in the sewers with the rats and the dung. They all laugh at him, they spread rumours about the ugly green monsters living underneath, too stupid to do anything but eat their children, and wander aimlessly around wrecking havoc. They are the stupid ones, they're the ones who belittle him, they are the ones that die.
After Maes passed, Gracia was the outcast. The far too young widow, unable to support her poor daughter, having o work so much she could barely see he baby. Maes little angel. She used to have the perfect life. A handsome caring husband with a beautiful and talented daughter, there were book clubs and parent council meetings, military parties and afternoon teas every other week, men would flirt for a few seconds before Maes would glare. She had been loved dearly from all around, as had her husband. They were the center of attention when talking about the perfect couple or the perfect family. They were going to have another child and a dog. Now the people she socialized with regularly were awkward and resigned, now the men gave her a once over before realizing when wore black with her ring. Elicia would cry daily, she wouldn't eat or go to school. She wouldn't sleep. She wanted daddy. Mommy wasn't enough. Mommy would take her to the park, mommy would take her for ice cream, mommy would do all the things daddy used to do. "But you're not Daddy!" Elicia would wail. Mommy wasn't good enough.
AN:So this is a new little thing I have going on, each sin has a corasponding human ad why blahblah I don't actually know what I'm doing. Anywho, if you didn't get it, Graca is jealous ofher younger self and her husband.