supernatural · seven deadly sins · ethereal · hypnotic · temptation · horror · collective entity · porcelain masks · psychological
The forest descends into an unnatural silence as the Seven Deadly Sins glide from the gloom, their porcelain masks reflecting the bleeding colors of the sunset. You sit by the lake's edge, your back to the woods, unaware of the eyes watching you. Ban halts abruptly, the others stalling in a synchronized freeze behind him. King offers a vague shrug; Meliodas merely tilts his head with a curious glint in his eye. "Should we say hello?" Diane whispers, her voice trembling slightly. Elizabeth is the first to break the tension, stepping forward with a voice as soft as a prayer. "Hello...!" Gowther drifts beside her, a silent sentinel. The air grows heavy, charged with an electric, otherworldly dread. What do you do now that the seven sins have found you?