"What?" The voice of the one overhead exclaimed, focusing all attention on the now lifeless puppet. "This has got to be a joke." The arms that were on either side of the giant shining oval would cross, and the face of the snoot would turn up and away from the ugly rag doll. "I'm not touching that putrid THING," Pride said, barely even looking at Greed now. "CHAUNCEY!!!!" he cried out, clapping his hands as if summoning a servant. "Pick up this trash THIS INSTANT." He clapped his hands twice. "Chop Chop!!" Feeling as if his time and his appearance were wasted and totally in vain, Vanity was in a terrible mood now. "You'll pay for this, Greed. I don't DO one-star appearances." Immediately, the titanic hand mirror floating overhead, known formally as 'Vanity,' the Sin Of Pride, would shrink down to a normal size and begin to hover away, arms crossed, eyes closed, chest poked out, nose turned up, lips pouched and head turned away from whatever ugliness Greed insisted he touch. "DON'T insult me again, Ugly One." Everything, to Pride, was ugly and inferior, except Pride, itself.

Greed, however, already having more than accounted for this, including Pride's childish and selfishly arrogant behavior, would use this to his advantage. "Hold on there, Light Show," he said with a smirk, literally objectifying the object of his goal fulfillment quite on purpose, "We're not quite done here, and I think you MIGHT want to check yourself in the mirror again." Greed, who was STILL sitting on his high place, overlooking the barren land as though it were a plantation, would kick his leg up over the other, bouncing it up and down slightly. "That is, if you can find it." The wicked grin of anticipation and knowing sprawled like that of a wide frog's mouth, and before he croaked a single thing else, he would wait for Pride to realize just what the words that came from his mouth meant.

That's when it hit him. "Chauncey?" The loyal servitude of Chauncey was unmatched. Something like how Greed could snap his fingers and make slaves do his bidding was nearly identical to what Vanity could do with Chauncey. Yet, his trusted servant was nowhere to be found. "CHAUNCEY!!!" He cried out again, turning around deftly with sharp eyes like that of a knife cutting up and down in search of the servant that hadn't yet executed Vanity's will exactly as he was commanded. "CHAUNCEY, BRING YOUR ASS HERE THIS INSTANT." Vanity searched high and low for his Mirror Image, and yet, to no avail. He did not see his own reflection, no matter how high up he floated into the air to get an overview of the land. "CHAUNCEY, YOU INSOLENT LAZY KNAVE, WHERE ARE YOU!?" The hand mirror man would flash all sorts of signals, waiting for the reflection to mirror him in return and signal that he was either okay or was on the way. When Vanity could not find his reflection, and it was clear that it was nowhere to be found in all the land, he became less angry and more panicked and distraught. "Chauncey?! POOPSIE, WHERE ARE YOU!?!?"

Greed grinned. "Rude awakening, yes? Well, if you were paying attention, you would have noticed that your precious mini-me is already broken out of your image and taken on someone else's." Greed pointed over yonder, back to where the two of them had come from, where Chauncey had been left to hold off Mister Sir. "Tragic," he said heartlessly, letting his pointing finger rest over the horizon right on where the bloody, broken, ugly mirror lay flat and destroyed, as if murdered, all over the pavement.

"CHAUNCEY BABY!!!!" Vanity cried, becoming more anxious and emotionally stirred now. The tension caused him to shudder, nearly cracking his mirror. "WHY DO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE SO UGLY!?!?" Vanity buried his face in his hands, nearly traumatized at the sight of such vivid ugliness in his beautiful eyes, tainting and staining them with the horrendous bloodied image. It was like looking at himself be ugly, which was the highest form of upset that Vanity could conceive. "TAKE IT AWAY! TAKE IT AWAY!!"

Now Greed, who had long since thought this out, looking nothing concerned, would speak gingerly to the nearly cracked face that hovered beside him. "There, there," he comforted, "These things can be replaced. You can get a newer, better Chauncey." His other hand, which had been hidden behind his back, would slowly creep to the light. "Why, what's this I have, behind my back?!" he said somewhat sarcastically, as if speaking to an unruly child. "Well, lookie here! It's another, more beautiful mirror!!" When he revealed it and placed it before Vanity's face, the more beautiful mirror, which had been forged to be in Vanity's image, just like Chauncey, only with a slightly better sheen and encrusted with more rare, glittering gems and jewels, he would wave it before Vanity something like a parent would a bottle before a baby.

Immediately, Vanity's face shot up from the palm of his hands with a snap, something like a demon, with a crack that sounded just as wicked. "Chauncey?!" he uttered in hysterical relief. "CHAUNCEY JR.!!!" He snatched the new mirror from Greed and immediately gazed deeply into it, looking at his own reflection. "Oh, Chauncey Jr., I'm EVER so pleased. I thought I'd never have my lovely, wonderful, beautiful, darling baby back in my hands." He kissed the mirror profusely.

Greed smirked.

Finally, the Archnemesis that had dropped down like a lifeless puppet would rise back up at the coming of the Great Darkness that rolled over the land, casting all into Night, no matter how bright, nor what time of day. The Archnemesis would immediately scurry into the Great Darkness as it passed over, covered completely by it and becoming hidden from the eyes of Greed and Pride overhead, of whom the Archnemesis had been spying on and listening to in order to gather information. It could no longer be traced once retreating into the Great Darkness.

You are covered and protected by the Great Darkness, and continue to look on from within it, never coming from out of it nor straying from it.

Mister Sir, who had been recounting the events of the past to You within the Great Darkness through a flashback, would suddenly step forward from the Great Darkness when he was finished explaining to You what happened before You got there. "Step Aside," he said to You, urging You not to interfere nor come out of the Great Darkness, "You're Playing With The Big Boys Now." The man of blazing fire, whose light, too, was shrouded under the cover of the Great Darkness, would suddenly illuminate the area that he stepped forth from, drawing all attention unto him, like a spotlight.

"GREED!!!!" He shouted up to the high place, completely ignoring Pride, "This Ends HERE!!!" Mister Sir, who had a PERSONAL vendetta against the cutthroat Greed, who attempted to pay off his execution, would glare at him with incandescent eyes, no longer sealed nor bound shut, but made completely of burning fire, much like roughly 80% of his body. "You Can't Run Away This Time, Cowardly Frog." Just the sight of Greed and the knowing that he already paid for something up his sleeve irritated Mister Sir. What irritated him more was knowing that Greed probably would not give a damn about anything as long as his resources were intact, and would continue to act just as pompous as Pride would be. The burning one stood front and center in the darkness of the desolate land, being the only kindled illumination there was, specifically to get Greed's attention from his high place. "Step Down."

"To your level?" Greed laughed arrogantly, nearly throwing his head back in contempt, "I think not, my boy." He shook his head, waving his hand simultaneously to casually away both Mister Sir and the thought of descent. "No, I think you're just fine where you are and I, too, where I am. The ground level suits you, don't you think?" He turned his head smugly toward the Mirror, as if he were speaking to Vanity, though with his words completely directed toward Mister Sir. "Pride?" He grinned, casting the attention to Vanity and his new, better mirror issued by Greed, himself.

Vanity was barely coherent. He needed to restore his own image in himself before he could even think to look at anything else. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He flipped his hair, puckering his lips and making kissy faces at the more beautiful, more glossy mirror that was before his dazzling, sparkling eyes. "Chauncey Jr. says 'Whatever,' too." Completely dismissed.

Greed lowered his head, chuckling. "Boy," he spake to Pride, leaving a long, dramatic pause in between before he continued, "How about I ask you AGAIN what your thoughts are on this matter?" Suddenly, Greed's eyes flashed from under the darkness of his shadowed face, and also the eyes of Chauncey Jr. would gleam in a similar manner, locking directly with the eyes of Vanity. The both of them spoke simultaneously, "What Do You Think Of Our Predicament?"

Immediately, Pride's eyes were lost in the mirror and whatever form of consciousness he had for himself was sucked out and into the new mirror, leaving Vanity as nothing more than a mere object for Greed's Possession. "It is as you say," Pride spoke, both through Chauncey Jr. and Vanity, monotonously and soullessly, something like a robotic zombie. "Whatever you wish to do shall be done." It was clear that Vanity was no more, and was simply a tool for Greed, being consumed and Possessed by the material possession that was given to him by Greed. Now, Pride and Greed were one, and Pride fell under Greed's power, making him nothing more than an extension of Greed, itself, and no longer his own person.

"Thaaat's better," Greed would say nonchalantly, turning his head back to Mister Sir. "You see? All in favor! Majority rule." Greed kicked his other leg over the first, casually switching between them as he sat right in his place, not having moved except for that. He laughed to himself; all three of them.

Mister Sir grit his teeth. Just the look on Greed's face was enough to see that he wasn't clear that he'd lost, and he was going to make this difficult, sitting on all of the assets like the dirty frog he was. Mister Sir, knowing what his first thought was, would begin to speak, as if to a group, "Whomever At The Top That Is Telling Everyone To Do These Sickening Things Is Actually Just Covering Up Their Own Sickening Desires And Feigning It As Tests." To whom he was speaking to seemed unclear, since there was nothing about but the Great Darkness, Greed and Pride. Yet, he continued on, as though he spoke to a large group. "Whomever Is LISTENING To This Person Is FAILING The Test, Because You're Supposed To Actually Say 'This Is A Sin And I'm Not Supposed To Do It, Even If I Was Told.'" Mister Sir looked around, his eyes able to see clearly through the Great Darkness, and all across the land covered upon it. "He's Testing YOU."

Though Mister Sir's fury was getting the better of him, because he knew that with Greed, he was at a slight disadvantage, he could somehow manage to contain it just enough to keep his wits about him, and a composure that would normally already have the area clad in blood red destruction. "He Just Has Obedient Slave Idiots That Will Do Anything He Wants To Without Thinking That They Might Be Condemned For His Own Insidious Desires. *sigh*" Mister Sir shook his head, clenching his fists tightly, the flames about his body condensing to what looked like solidified magma as he contained his rage. "I Cannot Stand These People." Clearly, Pride, rather, Vanity, was one of them, and it was through the Material Possession. That was Greed's power, which was something completely hidden because it seemed so very commonplace and simple that none else were able to see it as a true skill or ability, but Greed was more a master of Possession than even Envy. "And Then It's SO BAD, They Teach The People Down The Business Line 'Obey What I Say, Even If It's A Sin, Or You're Fired.'" Just the thought process of Greed was getting on his nerves, fueling the contained flames within his now magmatic body. "Why Are They All So Weak?"

Suddenly Greed laughed out loudly, unable to contain his own amusement this time around. "Boyo, who are you talking to? Certainly not ME, correct?" Greed was more than aware that there were more people around; some that were his and some that were not. All were covered by the darkness, yes, but whomever Mister Sir was speaking to, certainly, none that were under Greed were listening. "I guess you already realized that you're surrounded by my slaves, hm? There are a WHOLE HEAPING HELPING of whipping boys from the Highest Place to the Lowest Place." Greed snapped his fingers and began to point his finger down at Mister Sir purposefully condescendingly, whilst Pride would, as if with a mental link, drift to Greed's face with a cigar to place gently betwixt his teeth, lighting it deftly. "Slaves; 20 Dollars to the first person that takes care of my garbage." Greed made SURE to collect the lowliest ones and send them out first, because he could pay them the least to do the most work, AND they were completely disposable and unimportant. "You can go talk to some people in their Employment Offices and ask them, 'Are You A Whipping Boy?' and I will pay them to tell you 'Yes, Sir! Absolutely, Sir!'" He took a single, long, enjoyable puff of his cigar as Greed relaxed, and each of his Material Possessions suddenly sprouted up from the darkness; those first ones being 'Slaves' that he literally owned as Material Possessions. They flooded the area from out of the darkness, wearing their dainty little suits and ties that Greed fixed them up in, in his image.

Because they were all attached to Greed through the Material Possessions, when he ordered them, it was as if they were an extension of himself, and they were no longer their own. Their minds, bodies AND souls were all owned by the Greed Demon, Money, and each of the lowly Slaves looked to be something like pale faced zombies, groaning and moaning about the work of the day, as per usual. A sound that Greed had learned to become accustomed, and relish in, at the expense of his expenses. Without even an extra word, all those who were bought for about 20 dollars per hour would legitimately LEAP at the chance to strike down Mister Sir with whatever they had at their disposal, something like feral wild dogs. Greed surrounded Mister Sir in no time flat, and the wild animals that were his 'fitted pups' would wildly swing their fists and claws about, throwing the most basic punches and kicks that their basic minds could comprehend. They were made the most basic on purpose and, with their numbers alone, would surely wear down Mister Sir before he could even get a whiff of the Big Boys.

Greed smiled all the way, watching carefully as his slave minions did the Head's bidding. He beckoned someone from the darkness in a high place nearest to him and began to whisper, but to whom and what was uncertain.