"The question here is, why is Gay here." Francis muttered as he sat on the desk of the room. Gay was a sly minx, always looking for a trick, so it was no wonder he gave them a bedroom with one bed. Wrath had graciously offered that he sleep in the bathtub while Sloth and Vanity take the bed.
"Maybe he is protecting a Demigod. He is known to drop everything to do stuff such as that." Gilbert offered, once he woke up Francis had filled him in on seeing Gay and the man.
"He hasn't done that in thousands of years," Wrath snapped, the God was sitting on the bed looking out the window in vain. "Not since Passion was created and they fell in love."
Gilbert hummed in agreement and Francis rolled his eyes as he crossed his legs. "Give me The Book, I want to call on The Creator for answers." Francis pleaded and Ludwig snapped his fingers and the leather cased book fell into Vanity's arms and he opened it up searching through the pages.
Usually, if they needed an answer the book would supply them with written phrases and right answers, but today only one thing was underline, 'Love is trivial as well as Lust. You will know the true creator of Chastity by the wandering searcher.'
"This makes no sense," Francis snarled dropping the book on the table and Ludwig cringed seeing his book be treated so lowly. It was one of the most treasured gifts given by the angels to the Sin.
"Wandering searcher, that makes little to no sense. Ugh, this will take forever." Gilbert whined as he thumped back on the bed and massaged his thumping head. He was still spitting out glass from Wrath's rage.
"Here, maybe we can try-"
"House keeping!" a voice yelled cutting of Ludwig. The person behind the door banged on the door harshly and angrily.
Francis glanced over at Ludwig who cocked his head. "Don't come in, we're changing!" Francis tried and Gilbert gave him a stone cold expression.
"OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN, FUCKERS!" the door was now being angrily beaten down on and Gilbert's eyes lite up.
"It's Passion!" He ran to the door opening it up.
Passion didn't seem to change, he was still short and angry with a pout that a human would describe as adorable, but this time he seemed in a different vessel. He was skinnier and had larger shoulders with a tiny waist. He had a head of straight auburn hair and still had his fiery whiskey yellow eyes. Seeing that Passion was here gave the Sins hope since Passion and Lust were practically siblings. Passion gave the will to move and the love of putting your heart into work while Lust was the feeling of undying sinful touches.
"Yeah, yay, Passion is here. Now get out." Passion pointed out with an angry look.
"Out? What do you mean?" Gilbert grumbled as he lowered his arms. He hoped for a hug or a kick to the stomach, but it seemed Passion wasn't in his normal feisty mood.
"Out of here, out of the town, out of the country, out of the damn continent! You stupid Sins need to leave." Passion ordered.
Ludwig pushed Francis and Gilbert away towering over the young Demigod, "What is going on Passion, why are so frantic?"
"Frantic! I'm not frantic! The Angels ordered me to protect a God until he could be awaken, but those damn crafty minxes made my vessel the same as the one I am protecting so I couldn't tell who it is! If I fail, because you stupid Gods I will be so pissed!"
Ludwig crossed his arms angrily, "You don't get snappy with me Passion. For what I remember I am a more powerful God and all you are is a little Demigod who hangs out in the Heavenly Temple knocking vases over since childhood!"
Passion let out a beautiful array of angry noises and hand motions that finally settled with the middle finger pushed into the God's nose. "Have the bad finger up the air sensor!"
Ludwig seemed to freeze up as Lovino was laughing clapping in the man's face and tried to get emotion, but it seemed nothing fazed the God who was straight as a board. His eyes trained on a very concern figure behind Passion.
"Lovino?" Feliciano asked as he touched his brother's shoulder his eyes showing true worry.
Passion whirled around and started stuttering out more scared incoherent noises as he backed up into Gilbert who held him with a smile.
This was ticking-timebomb-God that Passion was ordered to protect. There seemed nothing special about him, he looked like a sweet male human who was extremely feminine. Maybe he was Aphrodite, an older God who could of died of old age and needed a new vessel. The council of the old Gods were rather the core of The Heavens.
The Ancient Gods were the body, The Creator was the air the body breathed, The Sins were the mind, The Demigod were the organs, and the Angels were the muscles moving the huge instrument and causing problems. Everyone worked in order, but after the Sandstorm that destroyed the Kingdoms the mind broke off and soon the vessel was finding it's kinks. He heard of the Ancient Gods accidently dropping dead, but they always came back at different times.
"Hey Feli! What's up!" Lovino chimed with a bright smile. He seemed scared to tread in the wrong area, like Feliciano was a mind field. One wrong step and it could blow up in the poor Demigods face.
"Well, Antonio said you all need to come down for dinner. He also wanted me to stop you from confronting our guests, but I guess I failed at that task." Feliciano laughed kindly. He didn't seem broken down from the thought of failing his commandes.
"Oh," Lovino let out a breath of relief, "Alright, walk with us Feliciano."
"Dinner, Dinner by the Demigod of Gay!" Gilbert exclaimed excitedly not caring of Feliciano's odd look and Lovino hand movements of cutting off their neck. "That means he has tomatoes and having Heaven's Gates tomatoes are heavenly!"
"I agree!" Francis chimed in with a smile, "those tomatoes are almost as healthy and shiny as me." he flipped his hair back and Gilbert let out a snort of laughter.
Feliciano had tuned the Gods out as he watched Ludwig move. He seemed to be worry and his mood affected Feliciano's. He felt like he was needed to run over and a get smile on the German's face, but it would be odd. He's just this man, but he felt some kind of attraction towards him. It was the feeling married couples get when another is sad, it affects the others mood and then you need to put a smile on their face.
Feliciano ran over to Ludwig and took his bicep giving a gentle squeeze. Ludwig, confused by the act, turned his head and cocked his head in some sort of silent question. Feliciano beamed a smile and the German blushed darkly, but his lips twitched and soon he let out a chortle of deep laughter and Feliciano laughed with him. It was intoxicating and Feliciano wanted to see that smile, hear that laughter, see his wonderful dick. . . . . what?
The young Italian blushed darkly as he hugged the bicep as he burned darkly, what was that thought and where did it come from. And last question, where could he stop it from ever phasing his mind, again.
Lovino led them to the small dining room with cute round tables adorned with white cloth and bouquets of red carnations and white roses. It seemed the Demigod had pushed some square tables together creating a long table and it was covered by a floral table cloth. Steaming bowls of tomato based food (hand-made) were across the table covered by thin foil that kept it hot while it awaited its guests.
Gilbert's mouth was literally watering as he ran to the table and practically threw the napkin on his lap. He acted like Glutton and his undesirable love of hamburgers when seeing Gay's delicious food.
Speaking of the devil, Antonio came the kitchen with a large bowl of pasta with tomato sauce on the top. He set it down and bowed, "My superiors, eat from my table and enjoy the wine. With passion I created it!"
"Thank you," Ludwig talked, he was mostly the spokesperson of the Sins, "Your deeds of sheltering us will not go unnoticed."
"What do you mean?" Feliciano asked as he took the serving spoon from the pasta bowl and put a large helping on his plate.
Ludwig glanced over as he took a piece of cut bread and started buttering it, "think nothing of it, Feliciano. It's an eye for an eye mostly. They give shelter and I am deemed to pay them back for their dues, you catch my drift?"
Feliciano stared at him blankly, Ludwig sighed in annoyance. "They give I give back."
"Oh! Alright!" Feliciano laughed bubbly and dug his face into the pasta.
Over the past hour of conversations with full mouths and spitting, Ludwig was starting to feel ill. He suppose it was after watching Gilbert down a carton of beer and then drink straight tomato sauce. It was not human behavior, but Antonio and Francis were amazed and wanted him to do it again.
"I will be turning in for the night." Ludwig sighed standing up. Passion gave him a nod and went back to watching the kitchen doors for Gay to come back.
Feeling awkward between the older people, Feliciano arose and chased after Ludwig. To announce his presence, he took ahold of the bicep and leaning his head lazily on it feeling the ripple of muscles and the soft pat of Ludwig's shoes.
"Hey Luddy?" Feliciano asked leaning against the door as he watched Ludwig open his bedroom with the old key and he had to kick down the door. Feliciano gasped seeing the door swing and smack against the door in an almost inhuman way, but in a way it made him want to worship the ground this man walked upon.
"Yes?" Ludwig asked picking up a pile of sheets he asked Gay earlier for and walked to the bathroom going to set up his bed.
"Are you married?" he asked sweetly, jumping on top of the bathroom counter watching Ludwig work.
Ludwig stopped the work though and looked at the Italian darkly, "Yes, I suppose I am. . ."
The information put down the Feliciano's hopes. The young virgin would've never expected in his whole life that he wanted a one night stand with some random male that came from God-no -where who suddenly knew his brother and his brother's husband and praised the whole night as well as his friends.
"Ludwig?" Feliciano asked again.
"What is it Feli." Ludwig stood up patting down the pillow and turned around, but in return he got an armful of Italian.
Feliciano traced the dip in his chest and muscles with not even blush gracing his cheeks, but sly eyes looked up at Ludwig. "Can't you forget that women for one night and stay with me? I see that you like me, you watch my backside when I am not looking."
Ludwig blushed darkly and narrowed his eyes. Of course a man like him would notice if someone was in the background checking his ass out. "I was doing no such thing, now you're being lustful. . ." Ludwig trailed off as he suddenly stopped.
Feliciano gave the man an odd look, tilting his head. Everything was coming to Ludwig, the passage, the wandering searcher was him! He was like a walking radar, only he could be attracted to Lust and the sudden wish to scoop this man up and make the sweetest love to him was the same feeling of Lust. The greatest thing was that he wasn't falling out of love with Lust, he was falling deeper! They always said that time apart makes the hearts grow stronger.
With the snap of his fingers, Ludwig called upon his book turning around. It added up, Passion was told to watch over his own little brother, because the Angels know that Passion had a passion for being the best brother in the world.
Though the last thing didn't add up was that Lust was blonde, had blue eyes, and was a girl. While this was a male with auburn hair, amber eyes, and, well, a boy.
"Touch this, please, for me. . ." Ludwig trailed off as his eyes glowed a fiery lavender and Feliciano backed up, he was starting to not like this situation. "My beautiful Lust, we can rule our Kingdoms together!" he pleaded and Feliciano let out a loud scream for Lovino and Antonio to come save him.
. . .
Off in the dining room Lovino was cleaning up the plates of food the Gods devoured, but it was mostly Sloth. He wondered how much Gluttony would of ate if he was here.
"Get your lazy ass in gear, Gay." Lovino scolded as he kicked his partner in the side and Antonio let out a groan holding his stomach and head.
"All of you get out of my dining room! I still have guest here!" Lovino yelled and Francis let out a drunken laugh.
"Dining room is such a funny word. Diiiiii ning room."
"Are you stoned Franny?" Gilbert asked between hardcore laughter.
"Probably." Francis answer nonchalantly leaning against the wall as he pushed back his blonde locks with a yawn.
Everyone heard the scream. It filled their ears and Passion's eyes glowed yellow as he dropped the plates he was holding to launch himself out of the room with powerful white wings.
Gilbert pulled out the whip and Francis called upon the long red sword. They turned to Antonio who through careful dance moves, he created a large double sided axe and they ran off to find Lovino who appeared to be banging on Ludwig's door.
They heard screaming and yelling. It was a mixture of Feliciano telling Ludwig to stop, stop, stop and Ludwig was babbling something that neither they could comprehend.
Using his axe, Antonio slammed it through the door. They couldn't move anymore after a bright lavender light filled their eyes and Feliciano let out a scream so loud that it shattered glass around the Gods.
After everything died down and the lights stopped their flickering and glass stopped shattering they were greeted to the picture of Feliciano laying on the floor gripping his chest, Ludwig was holding the leather book with lavender eyes. He fell to his knees collecting Feliciano in his arms.
"Lust, my Lust! Are you alright! Speak to me!" he pleaded kissing the man's forehead and hugged him close to his chest.
"That's Lust?' Gilbert asked in shock as he pushed open the door and it fell with a dull thump. Sloth walked slowly into the room and sat beside Ludwig. Using a shaky pale hand he pushed down the neck of Feliciano's shirt and on his right breast was the number 2 in Roman Numerals, the color the same as Ludwig's eyes.
"I knew it!" Ludwig whispered through clenched teeth, "I knew he was here, I fucking knew it!"
"What with the screaming? Was he in pain?" Lovino asked walking over. The large white wings were pressed to his back for protection of the glass that hung from the windows that now let in the cold air of the pitch black night.
"I don't know. He was scared and resisting and I guess the memories and press of the tattoo startled him." Ludwig mumbled as he brushed back the auburn hair.
Lovino leant down and pressed his hand to Feliciano's forehead and slowly the Italian's eyes opened with an eerie purple glow. "Wrath?" He asked quietly letting out a tiny cough as he sat up and let out another deep cough as he gripped his chest.
To the Sin's surprise Lust stopped coughing and his hands went flying to his flat chest. "My breasts!" he cried, "my voice!" he gripped his neck, "My vag-" Ludwig jumped across the room before Feliciano could exclaim his missing female reproductive area.
"Wrath! I'm a boy!" Lust gasped and looked up with watery eyes, "I can never bear a child." he let out a loud sob.
"Er, Lustie. . ." Francis called waving his hand getting the Sin's attention, "you couldn't have a child to beginning with, were Gods."
"Oh. . ." Feliciano trailed off trying to find another situation to stress over, so he grabbed Ludwig and pulled him close frantically. "Am I pretty!"
"You're beautiful." Ludwig deadpanned.
"Tell me I am pretty!" Feliciano sobbed into his arm.
"Lust, you are pretty." the room droned and Feliciano finally perked up.
"You really think so? Yay I'm so loved!" Feliciano laughed, his body glowed purple as his outfit changed into it's default one-piece white bathing suit-like outfit with a long see through cloak. Long white boots that reached his thighs were tightly cased around his legs and to finish it off a circlet with beautiful purple jewels appeared on his head.
Lust grabbed Wrath giving a tight hug with a bright smile he motioned for everyone to come. "Oh, we're missing people from my hug. Envy, Greed, and Gluttony." he pouted.
"We will find them." Gilbert promised.
"Then the hug will be filled." Francis chimed in and Feliciano giggled as he got up. He wobbled a bit from the high heel of his boot and he wondered why he even wore the damn things.
He caught the eye of his brother and Gay, with a smile he ran over engulfing them in a hug. "Thank you for watching over me." he whispered and Passion let out quiet laughter and patted his little brother's arm.
"Don't worry Lust, we won't leave you alone anytime soon." Antonio giggled hugging the God around the waist.
"Yeah Feliciano, I had to deal with you for eighteen years, I better get a thanks." he and his brother nuzzled noses and with another cheery laughter they hugged again.
Gilbert turned to Ludwig sniffling, "Why don't we have that brotherly love!"
"We aren't brothers!" Ludwig shouted trying to protect himself from Gilbert's hugs.
"We are blood! Brothers by blood, best friends by choice!" Gilbert made a show of trying kiss his brother's cheek and Ludwig let out a sound equivalent to a dying whale and pushed the God away.
Francis, though, was standing off feeling a bit left out. He never truly had a sibling nor did he wish to have one, but he wished he had Envy and Greed. Greed and Lust were like his daughters while Envy was his wife.
He craved their attention and praise and without them he felt like he was going to burst in anger.
. . .
Thank you everyone for such kind reviews!