Hello! :D For those who don't know, I'm currently creating a universe involving the Seven Deadly Sins! And after seeing Rudo's design, I realized his human form would work incredibly well as one of their servants! :D I've already fit it into a small section of the story, though it can easily be changed if I don't win it. :) Anyhoo, enjoy! (I may add another few pieces of art later, but we'll have to see if I can do it within the time limit.) Greed's design is here in case you want to see it. :3 https://characterhub.com/character/greed-3a8IihqM ------------------------------------------ Name: Ithrael Gender: Male, he/him Age: 24 Personality: Quiet, knowledgable, slight mad-genius. Status: D3@d, reborn (kinda, but that's pretty much the closest thing I can explain it to.) Reason for D3@th: He burned a house down of someone high in socety because he wanted something from them. He was s@cr!ficed to appease the sins, given to Greed to be his servant. He was given a fancy suit, though he stuck to a simple brown suit as it reminded him of his home in Eryndralle. ----------- STORY: Greed's POV My fingers twirled around the coin again, my mind purring at the feeling of gold in my hands. My mouth gain a smug edge, my eyes sharpening as I stared at it. I had only had it for a few hours, but I could still smell the fear of the boy I stole it from. I could still see his terrified face as I cornered him, and even k!lled him for this simple thing. But it was mine. And he refeused to give it to me. It was all deserved. A knock at the door snapped me from my thoughts. I glanced up, annoyed as it swung open. One of the head servants - a man whose name I didnt care for - quickly stepped in. "What do you want?" I snapped. He bowed his head. "Sir? There has been a new recruit." I sighed, gripping the coin in my hand. Another one. I wonder what pathetic killer had been brought to my realm again. "Send him in, and then don't disrupt me again." I growled. He snapped a nod, stepping to the side. A young man, possibly around his early twenties carefully stepped in, glancing around my office as if it was something to be weary about. And maybe it was. If he even touched anything, I'd send him to a swift end. He knew d3 once, but he'd see what it was like dy!ng to one of the deadly sins. The first man quickly bowed again, then closed the door. He glanced over at me, his amber eyes landing on me. They widened to a comical size before quickly lowering himself in a bow. "S-s-sin; I-i-i mean, sir." I rolled my eyes, standing. My hand slid across the desk as I strolled to the other side of it. "What's your name, you pathetic servant." "I-ithrael." He spoke softly. I narrowed my eyes. "What did you say? You must speak louder, boy." "Ithrael." "Well, Ithrael, how did you get to this point?" "I... I burned down someone's house. They didn't like it." "I've heard this story before. They wronged you, so you wanted revenge, yada-yada-yada." His head snapepd up, his eyes burning with rage. "They stole something from my family! An heirloom that had been passed for thousands of years. All I did was steal it back, and then made them pay for it!" I raised an eyebrow. "So you were greedy?" He bit his lip. "Kinda? I wanted the ring, so I took it." I smiled coldly. "Well, you've taken my interest. Is there a position that you'd like to have? I'd be willing to obligue." He blinked. "Really?" I strolled over. "Unless you would like to have it randomly assigned. I've heard the guards are in need of another round." He shook his head. "N-no thanks, sir! I- I'd be content just being a- a butler perhaps?" I pursed my lips. "I already have plenty." His face paled, though I waved my hand. "However, I did say I would let you choose. And we sins must hold ourselves to our words. Go find someone named Reathel. He should have your new assignment." He bowed again, his face lighting up. "Thank you, Greed! Uh- sir!" I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Now get out." He quickly hurried out of my room, slamming the door shut behind him. I didn't move for a moment, spinning the coin over my knuckle. Hmm. The boy had potential. I slowly walked back around the desk, sitting in the lavish chair. Who knew what happened with him? Maybe today he was a person, the next he could be head servant. Things always were strange here in Nexora. My eyes dropped down to the coin again, focusing onto it again. My fingers rubbed against it as I glanced at the door. The boy would be useful later. But for now, I'd focus on my gold. I was the sin of Greed, after all. ------------------------------------- Art and story belongs to me, Humanized version design belongs to me Original design belongs to
