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Prompt #7: Sins - He's guilty of them all, and Maka's totally to blame.

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It was late one night that Soul Eater found himself lying awake, thinking about the Book of Eibon. Specifically, the Chapters in said Book, the sins they represented, and how he was guilty of each sin thanks to knowing one Maka Albarn.

Lust

Born into privilege and accustomed to the best of culture, Soul never wanted to be in the limelight. Everything and everyone flocked to the Evans name like magpies to coins, but they never saw him, only the family name. He lived that existence for most of his life, so all he wanted was to be alone.

Until that fateful day he looked up and saw this scrawny pigtailed twig of a girl watching him play with fascination. She had no idea who he was, not to mention no sex appeal at all, but something in her eyes tugged at his heart. When he attempted to scare her away, Maka only smiled and held out her hand to offer him something he could have never expected to find: a friend.

For the first time in his life, his lust for solitude turned into lust for her company.

Gluttony

Eating the best meals prepared by the best chefs had always bored Soul. Perfection was to be expected, so when it appeared, the meal was already ruined for him. It never made him look forward to eating.

Until he moved in with Maka. The girl knew basic cooking, if that, when they first met. Her experiments might've been disastrous first, second and third attempts, but she always tried her hardest and never quit. Even her mistakes tasted delicious because she made them wholeheartedly. Her simple determination translated to their reaping duties, adding a spice to the souls he devoured.

He was a glutton for her simplicity, and he couldn't get enough.

Envy

Envy had been Soul's longtime companion. He'd been envious of Wes's superior skills, not only musically but socially as well. He was bright and charming and able to easily interact with people. Soul was like a shadow, shying away from everyone to keep his secrets hidden and uncomfortable when the limelight was pointed at him.

Until Maka asked him to be her partner. Someone who accepted him for himself, not because he was an Evans, and she dragged him out of the shadows to stand beside her. She had a light that people flocked to, and she never turned away those who were alone.

He envied her ability to accept everyone, even a dark, twisted soul like him.

Pride

He'd never been proud to be a part of his family. Why would he? His parents had Wes, a violin prodigy and a musical genius, and all he had was the dark, haunting music that his hands composed and that nobody ever wanted to hear. He had nothing to be proud of.

Until his weapon blood awoke and he left for Death City. There, nobody knew that he played the piano. Nobody knew he was an Evans. He could re-invent himself as Soul Eater, the "cool" Demon Scythe. For the first time in his life, he was proud of something that wasn't affiliated with the Evans name.

He was proud of his weapon blood, because it led him to Maka.

Wrath

Anger was never one of Soul's issues. He didn't lose his temper often, which led people to assume that nothing made him angry or he just didn't care. Truth be told, nothing had ever enraged him enough to shatter that cool mask of his.

Until Stein threatened to cut into her. His words ignited a rage in Soul that flooded his body with adrenaline. He had crouched over his meister and snarled at the screwhead mad doctor. And that had been early in their partnership. When Giriko had pinned her down in the Chapter of Sloth, Soul had damn near torn the Demon Chainsaw to shreds for touching her.

His wrath knew no bounds when Maka was in danger.

Sloth

Being lazy at home was next to impossible. Perfection couldn't be procrastinated, and thinking back on it, Soul had been remarkable similar to Maka in those short years. He'd been obsessed to finish his work as soon as possible, as perfectly as possible, because if he failed, nobody would be there to take the blame along with him.

Until he partnered with Maka. Within a few short weeks Soul became a master procrastinator. Some of his best work came out of being left at the last moment, and he reveled in the laziness. For once, he could fully relax without worrying about perfection.

He let himself go for the first time in his life, because she was there to help him.

Greed

It didn't do to get attached to people. You have to be willing to move on, drop what holds you down and never look back on your way to greatness. That had been hammered into Soul's mind since childhood.

Until he heard someone had intentions, whether romantic or weapon-based, towards Maka. The thought that someone would take her away was what stirred his lazy ass into action, clearing out her locker of those stupid love letters and partnership requests. All potentials were systematically shot down before they got anywhere near Maka.

He greedily wanted her to be his, and only his.

"Soul? You okay?"

He looked to see Maka snuggling to his side, wide green eyes reflecting moonlight as they searched his face. "Yeah?"

"What're you thinking about?"

A crooked grin tilted one corner of his mouth upwards, and Soul tightened his embrace around the woman beside him. "Just thinking about how you've saved me," he said.

A cute pout puckered Maka's lips. "Are you teasing me?"

"Nope." And he wasn't. It didn't matter how many times he sinned because of her; as long as she was willing to keep him, he'd tempt damnation.

Maka was the only salvation his soul needed.

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