Sinner the eighth: Kami-sama
Envy is incompletion. Envy is the hate the soul has for the apparently unattainable, warping its own fabric in desire; inverted lust. Yearning for what he does not possess, surrounding himself with toys, he becomes one himself. Undefined, desolate, the prisoner of his own desires. He is a shadow of what he wants; he knows he will fail, caught in a web beyond his capacity to understand. He is lost, a weakling, confusing appearance and ability. Power is in self, not object, but envy cannot look deeper, and his desire drives him forward; a child's confidence, and a coward's end.
A/N: Well, that's it. I think. I may be inspired to write more – witness what happened to Concealment and Through Contrasting Colours – but eep, those were unintentional. So long, and thanks for all the fish. I have ideas – bubbly, angsty ideas! – but that's for another week.