Title: Fine French Dining (and Death)
Characters: The sins, "that person," a cameo, anda Mary Sue
Spoilers: Who "that person" is. Which is around 40s-ish in the anime, so if you don't know who it is, you probably don't want to read this. Spoilers are bad.
Genre: Humour, Deathfic
Random Notes: Another one written for the "Kill" challenge. Still couldn't fit it in 100 words, so this one goes 50-100-50-100. I've got a habit of random self-imposed rules when I can't follow the rules. The plot device is slightly off factually, for reasons I imagine you'll understand. Yay! Bonus points for people that get the reference in the first sentence.
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Every so often, to throw her callous exterior into sharp relief, Dante would take it upon herself to treat the sins to a nice dinner. Occasionally an eighth would show up, claiming to be another sin, but she disposed of them quickly. Freeloaders always put her in a sour mood.
On this night "Avarice" appeared, very persistent about claiming a free meal. French restaurants always attracted the most unrelenting ones. Dante was so distracted trying to explain how avarice was simply a fancy word for greed that she forgot to remind the new Lust to keep Gluttony from ordering the frog legs. If there was one thing she didn't need, it was to lose another Gluttony to frog legs. Despite new formulas, it seemed they always had a fatal attraction. It was beyond her why they inevitably caused them to drop dead. Frog legs; what kind of weakness was that?
She couldn't be blamed for her inattention. This one claimed that eight sins were more symmetrical. Busy outlining the tedious references to ancient religions, she didn't hear Gluttony mutter something to the waiter that sounded like "grenouille." Weary of the argument, Dante summoned the gate and threw the offender inside.
It was nearly an hour before the food arrived – these restaurants counted on your belief that quality took time. Time was also what Dante needed to convince the other patrons that they hadn't just seen a great large gate appear in the middle of the restaurant. She swore that she would rent out the entire restaurant if they ever went out again. While she was arguing with an unusually sparkly couple with a young son, the food arrived. She paid it no mind. That is, until the unmistakable smell of dissolving homunculus permeated the air. This was not her day.