A little bit of a closer look at Angel.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it.
Warnings: Mention of anorexia. Some anger at religion (in particular, the church). Don't be offended, okay? It was not meant as satire or to be taken as fact. Just getting that out there.

It started out being a way to go against her pitiful upbringing in the church. One night with whatshisname was all it took to shatter the porcelain image she felt that the nuns had engraved into her. Sex before marriage, and she was proud of it. Angel radiated female. She exposed herself to all of the aspects of the outside world in a further attempt to push away from the sheltered upbringing the church had provided. She learned of all forms of society, from Beverly Hills to the slums of wherever, she learned it all. Of course, that easily opened her up to deadly sins. She embraced them.

Lust was covered, easily, more than once. She wasn't a whore and she was very selective. But nor was she the good Christian girl that had been raised. Breaking away started there, it was easiest. Lust was a brilliant weapon as well. Easy to secure information, easy to take down pretty much anyone. Lust. How had she not been exposed to this wonderful method of survival?

Her first was just some guy, she didn't remember his name. He was decent enough; she wouldn't have had anything to do with him if he weren't. But whatshisname was useless after he took her oppressive virginity. She dumped him soon after with no regrets. To Angel, he was only a method of securing a point against the church.

Wrath was next. Angel had been a very placid child upon leaving the church. It wasn't until some jackass started hitting on Jinx rather aggressively that she started to feel the emotion. Fury. This was her child and all of a sudden it became imperative that he suffer. He wasn't good enough for Jinx anyway. Angel liked to think that she taught Jinx wrath, and when to use wrath. Wrath became yet another weapon in her arsenal.

Envy was an emotion she was quite used to. As far back as she could remember she had watched the girls attending mass in their glorious dresses. She memorized every little detail on the dress and imagined it on her. Imagined how much better she would have looked in it. Angel was a beautiful child, so why was it that she couldn't experience the lace and other paraphernalia that those ugly creatures could wear every day? They didn't deserve it, but she certainly did. The envy followed her after she left the church, but at that point she could satiate it. Easily.

However there were some sins that Angel had yet to feel. Gluttony, for one. Angel was gorgeous. She had soft features, long tempting legs, straight bright teeth, and a swanlike neck that dipped gracefully down to her overflowing chest. She was a temptress and unattainable, and she wanted to stay that way. She had trouble eating, like most of the Hive students, but her unwillingness to eat was spurred by her dabblings into anorexia. It returned when it wanted, and some days it wasn't there at all. Gluttony was never a problem, she never ate too much. She was ravenous for her own beauty however. Did that count? She scarcely knew at that point.

Angel was never lazy. Sloth would never be experienced, not if she had anything to say about it.

The last two deadly sins she covered though. Pride. Angel was well aware of her attributes, even of things beside her beauty. At times she was haughty about her talents, dismissing other's traits as petty and insignificant. She was the mother figure because was the best equipped and most knowledgeable. And she was damn proud of it. This pride in herself easily transferred into pride of her 'children'. Mother always knew best.

And she only wanted more, so that took care of greed.

Angel defied everything the church stood for simply by her existence. On countless occasions she disobeyed the entire concept of Catholicism and Christianity and any religion she could think of. She expanded her hatred beyond the walls of the church.

Wrath. Wrath. Wrath.

Why was it then, after all of her breaking away, that she still couldn't bring herself to say hell? Why couldn't she manage to take the Lord's name in vain? She couldn't bear to blaspheme. Why?

It wasn't fair; she had been doing everything else right.

No angry reviews telling me to quit blaspheming allowed as it was not intended to offend.