Morticia was in complete agony. She had not eaten nor slept in almost a day. Satan had not let her out of the room she shared with Debbie. And Debbie, although slightly crazy, was very unkind. And now she was getting up at 2:00 AM to start day one of her training in the seven deadly sins. The first, greed. She never wanted to look at that book in their library again. The harmless book that was the only way to their secret room where they hid their fortune. She had to stay strong, for her family.
"Alright, " Debbie said. "Greed. Now, greed is very simple. All you have to do is steal."
"I don't steal. I have more than enough already." Morticia said calmly.
"Remember what I said to you last night!" Debbie yelled. "Now, all you have to do is steal a ring. A ring from Satan."
"You're crazy. He'll catch me." Morticia said. She did not fear Satan. She feared for her family.
"Maybe, but not if you do it right." Debbie told her. "Satan's ring is in his bedroom. It's in his sock drawer. If you steal it, you've completed your task. Oh, and one more thing. That ring was given to him by someone very special."
"Who?" asked Morticia.
"His wife."
"Satan was married?" Morticia was shocked.
"Breifly. But he soon tired of her and now she resides among those you saw from the balcony. I was one of the lucky ones. He hasn't tired of me but when he does... my hell begins." Debbie explained. "So, steal that ring and we move on to gluttony."
"What if he catches me?" Morticia asked.
"He won't." Debbie asked.
"And if he does?"
"You don't want to know what will happen." Debbie told her.
"Yes, " Morticia assured her. "I do."
"Alright!" Debbie got annoyed. "This is what will happen!" And with that she showed her worst scar. And that was a reminder. It was on her upper shoulder that was covered by the dress. And it was burned into her shoulder, never to be removed... it read, Mine Forever, Number Seven. And Morticia was horrified.
"He branded you."
"And others. Don't screw this up." And Debbie pushed Morticia out the door.
Morticia walked down the hall, afraid for she knew if what happened to Debbie happened to her... Gomez would all but kill himself. Or maybe he would. So she walked through the dark, fire-like hallways and into the room Satan first greeted her in. Satan had his back turned and she quickly ducked behind the ring of fire, earning her a burn. Satan did not see her and soon exited. Morticia walked into the middle of the room and quickly realized that she was at a dead end. So she turned around and went into the second hallway. And she then found a balcony. She spotted someone who looked like Satan only slightly younger... his ex-wife. And she quickly ran down a hall and came to a golden door. And she figured it was Satan's room. She walked into it and searched the top drawer, finding a black and red ring. She grabbed it and hid in the closet when she heard footsteps. Satan walked into his room and noticied his drawer was open. He looked for his ring and when he found that it was gone... he screamed bloody murder. He searched and searched, tearing apart his room and finally he inched toward the closet... closer... closer... and opened it.
He grabbed Morticia and she fought with all of her strength. He dragged her, kicking and screaming into the room she had killed fake Emeron in. And it was still black and red. He tied her hands and her feet and pushed her against the wall. "Stay there!" He yelled. He then walked to the room she shared with Debbie and soon was back and threw Debbie on the opposite side of the room where Morticia was. Debbie had a blank look... sure of what was to come. Satan stared daggers into them. "So, Tish... you tried to steal my ring, did you?"
Debbie chimed in. "Well, you said that I could train her whatever way I saw fit- "
"Not by stealing that ring! So it was you! You were the one who told Morticia to steal that ring!" Satan screamed.
"No, all she said was to steal something." Morticia lied. "I didn't realize that that ring was so important to you."
"Oh, " Satan seemed to calm down. "It's a shame... because I don't believe you." And Morticia realized she would surely skip her usual screen time with her family. Satan at first, started easy. A couple lashes with Debbie, a couple with her. He burned the number seven into Debbie's other shoulder and finally let her go. He cut Morticia with his knife, carving a number eight into her collar bone with it. Several hours later, he exited. But he never burned anything into her. And for this, she said nothing and did not complain. But fatigue and pain was taking it's toll on her. And she started to breath slowly and heavily.
Meanwhile... Gomez and the rest of the family slept and sat in their cell, trying to find a way of escape. Finally, the two guards left and Gomez took out the weapons in his bag. He figured he was the only one awake. He had two swords. He then took one and was about use it to get the keys on the wall. Puglsey, sword in hand, jumped up behind him. "I'm helping." he whispered. And Gomez nodded, grabbing the keys off of the wall and unlocking the cell. He stepped out with Pugsley. Just then, the entire cell had a metal door slam over it and the rest of the family had no way out. The two gaurds came back and naturally, Gomez sword fought them. And it was childsplay for him. He won in five minutes. He then took Pugsley and they ran out of that cell, promising to return for the rest of the family.
Morticia sat in the room, now sitting in some of her own blood. In extreme pain. And it was too much for her. Everything. She thought of everything she did. She missed Gomez, her family. She wished she could have helped Pugsley and hoped he had forgiven her. She hoped to live. All she ever wanted to do was die with her husband. You live together, you die together. But she had a feeling her body was giving up faster than her mind. She collapsed and fought to keep her eyes open. Debbie, looking even worse than before, came in. "Hello, Morticia." Debbie said. "Why did you try to help me?"
"Because, " Morticia began. "I understand. You don't want to rule Hell, Debbie. You just want someone to love you. And I wanted you to have a better life than this. And so if I ever get out of here, I want you to come with me."
"I can't." Debbie, for the first time, cried. "I need this."
"I understand. But Debbie, you don't really want this. There's a better life for you. You have to take that chance." Morticia said.
"I'm already dead! Don't you understand? I can't escape this!"
"Yes, you can. Satan was caught up in my torture and forgot the purpose." Morticia pulled his ring from her cleavage where she hid it and handed it to Debbie. "I remember reading about this ring when I was a little girl. It can bring you back. It's called the ring of chances. Take it, Debbie."
Debbie was speechless. "But, what about you- "
"Debbie, I have faith that someone will come for me. Go... now."
But Satan came back and Debbie quickly tucked the ring away and Satan seemed to have a mood swing. He quickly kissed Debbie, hard and full of pretend passion... and they exited. But as they turned before they exited. Debbie gave Morticia a look of fear... and a look of thanks.