Vanity.
' In conventional parlance, vanity is the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others.'
And so he committed the final sin.
Such a sin, in another world, would have given him a new name, 'Zexion' to be precise, and landed him a place at number six in a group known as Organisation XIII. In this world, however, a saviour was released from the heavens. Myde was the only one that could now save Ienzo's soul from the depths of hell to which it was condemned.
Myde lifted his head from the dusty ground, only to find himself in the middle of a damp clearing, traces of mud still on his cheek. He looked around with panicked eyes and drew himself up with a pout. The teenage angel had no idea where he was. Everything here looked so... jagged, sharp, really just plain dangerous compared to what he was accustomed to. He looked up, barely able to see the beautiful blue skies. The night before the clouds had emptied their load upon Hersham, leaving the sun to shine through the leaves and drip onto the floor. The morning dew was clinging to the hairs on his legs as he looked around for a place to get a decent run up.
He paced forwards and then turned back around, feeling much heavier than normal. He shook off the sensation before he sprinted and threw himself off the ground, attempting to push out muscles that were no longer there. He crashed into the ground, and for the first time in his life, he felt pain. The rocks tore at his skin and his head slammed back against the floor, leaving the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and a strange white pain that took a few moments to pass.
Myde didn't move, just lay there, looking up at the skies above, his vision blurring. Slowly, his hands shaking, he reached behind him and felt around for his wings. Finding only skin he let out an anguished cry to the Gods, looking desperately through the tears that were now flowing rapidly down his cheeks.
In an hour, his tears had run dry and the angel could only consider himself fallen without his wings. He refused to move long after that, stubbornly digging his nails into the soil which gathered itself under his nails. He sat himself upright eventually and then rested his head in his hands to think.
Soon enough, the darkness came; Myde had no concept of time, for his world was timeless, and so the beautiful stars fascinated him, and the noises around him frightened him, causing him to close his eyes in a feeble attempt to block out the unknown. Sleep consumed him and he experienced his first dream.
A boy around his age, if not a little younger, was gazing in the mirror and admiring his reflection, and then the image stopped, flickered and pushed forward a few hours. He was in school uniform, and a girl had timidly walked towards him. For Myde, the dream was almost soundless, but he could tell from the faint blush and smile what she was asking him. She looked at him and then back down before lifting her gaze to meet his again. The whispers were slowly becoming louder as he adjusted to this dream state. He heard the boy laugh cruelly and tell her he was too good for her. He tacked on that he hoped he wouldn't have to see her again, as he was quite content in his own company. He walked away smirking and left her. The young girl's shoulders slumped, and she bit her lip to stop it trembling. Her eyes misted with tears as she watched him go.
The dream faded out and Myde woke with a start, and the word 'Ienzo' etched into his mind as clearly as it would have been if it were carved into his flesh. He stood up and purposefully began walking in a direction he felt was right for him.
After an hour he had passed through another very large clearing, which he had edged around cautiously, not overly keen on standing in the open space in this strange land. When Myde emerged from the trees on the other side of that area, he stopped, staring out at a house that was partially covered by trees and bushes on the other side of a rather large field. Myde instinctively felt drawn towards it, his eyesight momentarily clouding up. The inexplicable desire to go to the odd formation of bricks was overwhelming. He needed it, or whatever was inside. Myde broke into a run, his sapphire eyes determined now, as his marred robe trailed out behind him. When he reached the door, the anticipation building up had brought a wide grin to his features. Myde lifted his hand, biting his lip, and wondering what lay beyond. Without further ado, Myde gave two sharp knocks. He shifted from foot to foot. Silence... footsteps down the stairs. His heart was beating in his throat... the sound of the lock being slid across. Myde's eyes lit up. At last, the door creaked open...