"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall," someone spoke into the reflection of a hand mirror, loftily propping his golden locks up and down to get just the right bounce, "Who is the fairest of them all?" The face in the mirror would think of all of the wonderful things about himself and pay nothing else any mind. "Everyone should be as fair as I am, both in judgment and in good looks." Hands down, the man in the mirror was the absolute best over anyone ad everyone. "They should look like me; the best." He chuckled prissily, raising his pinky up to the side of his mouth and laughed haughtily "OOOOHOHOHOHO~!"

For a good, long time, this person payed absolutely no mind to anything that didn't look like it was worth any attention, at least not over the bearer of the mirror, himself. Though, when he thought to replicate his own image, however he pictures his own image, regardless of anyone else's, that's what drove him to start paying attention to everyone and everything around him. Still looking into his mirror, he would lower it from his face and down to his stomach, which was a giant hand mirror the size of a body, with a head and arms coming out of the sides, holding the exact miniaturized replica in hand. In the reflection, this floating entity, which was a hand mirror with a face, could see the entire land that he hovered over in the mirror's reflection.

Down below, it looked like Envy was up to something and moving out across the entire mountain. "Hmph. Probably just playing some silly games with toys and not doing anything important. I'm sure it would attract more attention if it had my touch to it." That's when the vain man started to think, pondering some renovations to those ugly Invidiads that were scouring the surface of the mountain.

"Pride," a deep, grim voice called from atop a high place near the area that the mirror-man was hovering over, "It seems like you're up to something, I have overheard." The person speaking, who was rather finely dressed, with eyes covered and beautiful hair that draped over the eyes to prevent them being seen, would outstretch his hand. "I have a proposal, if you need to get something done."

Pride, who personally and formally liked to be known as 'Vanity' because it sounded much more becoming for a beautiful being such as itself, would turn his mirror slightly to the side so that he could see the reflection of the finely dressed man with the outstretched hand without having to look at him directly. "Oh, Greed. It's just you." Just as quickly, Vanity would turn his hand mirror back to his own face and fluff his lovely locks. "Oh, Chauncey, don't we just look so lovely?" Vanity couldn't help but to compliment his hand mirror, the Mirror Image, which was made completely in his own image, and named 'Chauncey.' "Even though Greed has been so rude as to enter our presence without announcing himself, if Greed has an idea or an opportunity to make an idea that I've had come to life, then perhaps we should entertain the thought." Though Vanity spoke into the mirror, the words were also indirectly directed toward Greed, himself, of whom Pride would look at with sharp, devious eyes and a mischievous smirk on his face, which could be plainly and clearly seen in his hand mirror.

"Still so full of yourself," Greed said, bobbing his empty hand up and down. "Time is money and we're on a limit. There are forces working against us in our own ranks." Something similar to what Pride and Greed were doing, yet more unintelligibly. "Envy is not one of ours anymore. I want you to go take care of those dolls for me. I will handle the plastic surgery." Since Greed knew that all Vanity wanted was for everything to go his way and for him to get his way all the time so he could look at it and see himself in all his work, all that needed to be done was to pay some poor unfortunate souls to be the underlings of Pride, and he would deal with Envy, himself. "I have more pressing matters to deal with involving the others. Won't you go deal with those little dollies for me so they can be YOUR toys from now on?" Likely, this was an offer that Vanity wouldn't refuse. Greed continued to bob his hand up and down.

Vanity thought for a bit about the offer extended to him by Greed. He didn't seem too concerned about the fact that his comrades had turned on them, and in fact couldn't get his head out of the mirror that he was looking into. "Well, the others were weak, anyway. No use for anything. And they were pretty ugly, too." Pride threw his locks to one side as glittering sparkles speckled the air in their wake. "If there were more of them that were like me, we wouldn't have this problem. I'm glad you made the right choice coming to get me, Greed." Pride, who definitely had the means to pay Greed for his services, would, once he was assured that his own goals would get accomplished, not hesitate to slap a wad of cash into the empty hand of the begging Greed. "I want them to look like Chauncey," he said, looking dreamily into the eyes of his mirror image in his hand. "I'll grab their attention. They could use a makeover anyway, I'm sure, if they don't look like something I want to look at." Pride thought highest of his own opinion, and deemed the quality of everyone else's to be nowhere near as superior, which was why he barely interacted with or listened to anyone outside of himself and people trying to help him get his goals accomplished.

"Nice doing business with you..." Greed said, slipping his hand behind his back. "Don't forget to give Mister Sir a taste of his own medicine, too." Greed would continue to look on from his high place.

Vanity, who disregarded whatever Greed was saying now, had already floated high up into the sky, where he could see all of the West Gate far more clearly. He hovered over the Lake of Death, shining the mirror on his abdomen down at the ground. "Chauncey..." he beckoned, releasing his hand mirror, which became sentient at his call. It floated to the other side, mirroring Pride's place, and they would begin to reflect light into the area down onto the ground.

The strange lights that came from the sky, which looked something like Hollywood spotlights on a red carpet, would sweep across the ground and draw forth vessels and the souls inside of them up into it. Anything that was in it or looked directly into it would be trapped by it, like a tractor beam, and their attention would be snatched up to look at where the light was coming from.

Suddenly, Mister Sir appeared behind the mirror in a flickering spontaneous flash, with the loud sound of the fwooshing of fire and the stroke of heat scorching the area. He drove his blazing hand, all acrimson, straight into the back of the mirror and making certain not to attack from the front. "Where Is Greed?" were the only words necessary as he either grasped or destroyed the mirror that he confronted. Mister Sir was already highly upset that Greed actually paid someone, Vanity, no less, to turn against him, and without any form of hesitation nor concern for repercussion.

"Right behind you!" Greed, the finely dressed man that had been casually and leisurely passing through the area suddenly said, appearing somehow behind Mister Sir in the air. He had a wide, devious grin upon his face, as if there was already something in motion. "Here to pay the Toll, I take it?" Greed chuckled, his hands folded carefully behind his back.

The mirror that broke was fake, but the image of Greed behind it was real.

Vanity and Chauncey, of whom were 'Pride', combined, would already begin to oversee the land. Just by showing their faces, they were already casting an image that was more powerful than those with no influence nor oversight. The titanic mirror that hovered over the mountain was something like a reverse magnifying glass to the scurrying little nothings down below. "Chauncey, go pick one of them out and shine a spotlight on them, s'il vous plait." Vanity, himself, would appear before Mister Sir directly, once Greed was behind him, and show him his Fate. "Live," the Mirror would say once Mister Sir looked into it, something like a television broadcast, "We have here a 'Mister Sir' that has apparently 'gone straight.'" Pride chuckled. "What do you make of this, Greed? Audience?" Vanity turned lightly to the side with a smug look on his face, directing his attention to the opinion of the Valparaiso Denizens that had been following along, "Chauncey...?"

Without much warning, there was a beam of light and a wave of heat that stroked the land, with the shining ray scavenging the surface of the land as if searching for targets. That much was clear. However, when the Puppet King and the rest of the Valparaiso Denizens were in danger, they immediately sunk into the 'Cover' of the 'Darkness,' no longer able to be seen by any of the light, nor touched by the wave of heat, using whatever was making the 'Darkness' they were covered by also as protection from the heat blast. Puppet King and his men were gone in a hot flash.

No Valparaiso Denizens were found in the light. All of them had disappeared completely into the shadows where they could not be seen.

A figure was seen wandering about the open field, having crawled out from the Darkness.

"What Audience?" Mister Sir chuckled condescendingly, avoiding the spotlight that Pride tried to place on him, "Where Are You Looking?" The very instant that Pride took his sights off of Mister Sir, he was already gone, completely out of sight. "Wipe That Smug Look Off Of Your Face. I Can't Stand It." Greed had already spilled the beans about what happened between Mister Sir and Envy, and what Mister Sir was doing here now, and had been waiting to ambush him along with Pride. "You Might Finally Realize That You Have Nothing To Be Smiling About." Mister Sir cocked his arm around his head, stiffening it like a blade, then targeted Greed with an infernal slash.

Whip like crescent blades of searing flame left a radiant wave of scorching heat in the wake that washed over the land and parched the air, whilst the actual flames incinerated everything they came across with the precision of a butcher knife. Greed, Pride and anything else that was visibly within the line of sight of Mister Sir at the time should have been naught but complete ash, and the air should have wavered with a tropical heat.

Whatever Trees were around being made into money would be burnt up completely, as well as all of the potential money that could have been made from each of the Trees, themselves. It was like taking a blow directly to the Stock Market for Greed, and should have hit him right where it hurt, if the initial blow somehow didn't connect

Vanity might not have gotten to target the group as intended, but something definitely caught his eye as he turned away from Mister Sir, who escaped from before the face of the Mirror, which was rather wise of him. "You should know by now that a head on attack won't work on me." He flipped his dazzling hair and adjusted his orbit slightly, of which Chauncey, who was nearer to the figure in the distance, would reflect for Vanity.

Numerous Mirror Images of Pride would suddenly appear all throughout the Lacor Mortis, even hovering over the ignited Lake of Fire, itself. They all seemed tangible and none of them could be discerned because each one was of different size and proportions. All of them were Pride, being either an image of Vanity or of Chauncey, both of which looked identical, save for the difference in size and disposition. These Mirror Images would litter the skies like satellites looking down on a lower class of being. "Ready for your close up, Mister Sir...?" Pride laughed haughtily, glaring down with all eyes condescending.

There were so many of these Mirror Images reflected and projected all across the field that Greed, who had actually already been using some 'Smoke and Mirrors' of his own, would appear in the reflections and project reflections of himself, as well, whilst also holding a wad of money that suddenly, with the clench of his fist and a ruffle like that of feathers, would spontaneously burst into the physical form of a hand mirror that mimicked the appearance of Pride. Greed would have just as many, if not more images of himself surrounding the area, all across the ground whilst Pride took the whole sky and covered him from above. "This looks like good coverage, don't you think, Mister Sir?" There was literally nowhere to run nor hide, now, and none of the little street vermin that had once been scurrying around were anywhere to be found. "It's over, Mister Sir," Greed said, stepping up to him wherever he might have been, "You lose."

The scorching crescent waves would only phase through image after afterimage, never actually touching a real tangible target. The trees would begin to grow again, after some 'green' was invested in their stock, as well. Gardeners and Farmers would be all over the reproduction of the trees. Greed know it would take some time for them to regrow, but because his people were already paid, it was, if nothing else, as good as done. This gave Greed the ability to direct all his focus on Mister Sir and Pride. "You can't touch us."