You, who are still surprisingly covered by the Great Darkness and have not been left nor exposed, look on at the horrible display by these hired hands, heeding the words of the burning one that stands on your behalf, knowing that he is speaking to You. You see each of the mindless ones literally be treated as though they are slaves by this strange person named 'Greed' that You'd seen glimpses of all up the mountain, who had been trying desperately to purchase You both in the beginning and quite possibly was fighting for Your ownership even now. You are stunned by these things, and partially ashamed, also wanting to jump at the offer, knowing that, from what You've been told, that sort of payment can help sustain Your entire life. The man was just giving away positions and it seemed like the well-paying job was only to do exactly as the man said. It didn't seem very difficult, either, and You contemplate whether or not You should take up the offer that was extended.

However, because You still have a conscious mind and personal feelings of Your own, because these things still belong to You and have not been purchased, You think very long and hard about selling Yourself like a prostitute just to get some money. You also make note of the man, Mister Sir, who is pleading Your case and fighting for You and hold that into consideration. You wait, this time, to see what will become of this, and are ready to go to whomever is in favor. Either option seems like something You will settle with; either being completely free or to be taken care of for the rest of Your days with a decent pay doing whatever work is prepared for You. As long as You are alive, this is all You care about, whether or not the quality of life factors right now.

Mister Sir, whose body continued to burn brighter, something like the sun, compress further down as the insolent zombie slaves hopped toward him without thinking, would utter under his breath in disgust at their idiocy, "This Is Why I Don't Follow You All Into The Sin, Because I AM Aware That It Poisons You For Having To Listen To Them." Mister Sir dealt with ALL of the Sins rather personally for QUITE a long time now; longer than perhaps many of them even truly understood 'life' to be in length, since they were probably only aware of their own measly feeble human lifetimes. He once commanded them all, but now, as all of them were turning against him, and he against they, he was only here to destroy them absolutely with the Holy Wrath of God. "Stop Trying To Teach People With The 'Devil Test.' CLEARLY They're FAILING And It's Because They Don't Need To Be TESTED On Things They DON'T KNOW." The mindless ones would do nothing but hurl themselves into the lake of fire, which was actually what Mister Sir's body resembled now, and drew power from as they still stood nearby. The moment the basic slaves even tried to touch him, they would be burnt to cinders and scattered in the wind as ashes, and Mister Sir would not even bat an eye at them nor look any of the worker drones in the face.

He started to walk, rather straightforward and calmly, toward the high place that Greed had placed himself, speaking out to whomever could hear that was not simply hurling themselves mindlessly into his body, which was clearly on fire before they even thought to touch him, if they even thought at all. "Not EVERY Job Opportunity Is Good For You JUST Because It's AVAILABLE. It's Actually 'New Age Slavery.'" Clearly, they had to know this, since Greed just called them blatantly by the name of 'Slave,' which was nothing but the title of a Material Possession. As long as they were Material Possessions that could be owned by Greed, then they were his Slaves, and nothing more than soulless, hollowed out objects that worked for him as a hive mind. They were already gone, and weren't coming back.

Still, Mister Sir continued to speak out, for he knew that the words of his mouth were reaching the ones that he was protecting, because he could sense their vibrations with his heat sensing, which caused distortions in the air that could be read just like heat-vision goggles or radar, "If You Do Not Eat From Off The Ground, Or Pick Up Filth Or Waste From Off The Ground And Eat It Or Wear It, Then Do Not Take The Poisoned Handouts Just Because They Are Available. It's STILL Poison, And They Do Look Down On You When You Take The Bait," he said to the ones that had doubt in them, of which he could feel as he walked up the side of the mountain, "They Will Hold Out Their Hand And See If You're Intelligent Enough Or Depraved Enough To Take What They Offer; ESPECIALLY IF IT'S SHIT." He was aware that before, the ignorant and the blind could not tell the difference between the slops of the higher orders and powers, but now that they would see the light of Mister Sir and hear the veracity of his wrathful voice, hopefully now the distinction between the two was more clear to the ones who actually had a mind to tell their 'rewards' apart.

"Part Of The Reason Why This Generation Is Like That Is Because Your PARENTS Are Like That, And Have Already Been Enslaved To Think That's What You NEED To Do To Get By." Certainly, some of the ones that were captured by the Sins earlier on, who had died, were among the ranks of SIN, itself, now, and were being used as part of the large body of SIN, itself; likely why the pale-faced ones were zombie-like in appearance. Perhaps, if the survivors looked closely, they could see their own kin and brethren that they'd lost walking among the dead, dressed up nice and fine so that no one would know; something like a carcass at a funeral. "So What THEY do Is, Because THEY Were Poisoned, But THOUGHT It Was Good Food, And Ate It All Up Out Of The Palm Of Someone's Hand Like A Filthy Animal, Teach Their Children To Be The Same."

Mister Sir could see that there were other, less basic minions of Greed in the darkness, because he noticed how they were moving with his sensors. Yet, because they were likely cold and dead vessels without heat or souls, and would be cold in their demeanor and their interaction, he was not able to see they, themselves, but only their motions, which made ripples in the atmosphere that he could still pick up on. "Now Look What You Have. Another Generation Forced Into 'Lust' And 'Slavery' Because Of Ignorant Parents Taking Every Opportunity Available For Sinful Reasons Like 'Trying To Be Better Than Someone' Or "Trying To Take Advantage Of Others To Get Ahead In Life." Mister sir spit on the ground as he neared Greed, narrowing his blazing eyes, which grew in burning intensity the more he felt the wrath of his heart flaring up.

"Are you QUITE finished?" Greed asked Mister Sir with a yawn, "You DO drag on and on, you know. Certainly, none of them have a mind enough to actually REALLY listen nor comprehend these words you speak." That much, Greed was actually willing to bet on. They were a slow, dim-witted, lustful people that jumped out at their desires as soon as they were presented. "In fact, I think you MIGHT want to pay closer attention to your audience. Dumb it down a bit." He waved a bit of paper in the air and let it gently pass on the wind. It was a full, crisp 100 dollar bill, which would lightly breeze by and off into the darkness. Greed did not seem at all concerned with those that he lost. "Guess you can say those people are FIRED, yes? Bahahaha!" He took another puff, letting the smoke of his choice tobacco fill the atmosphere in a deep haze to cover himself in. He beckoned Pride closer with a finger, whispering something into his ear, before casting his Possessed servant off into the shadows as well. Greed would have his Slaves follow Mister Sir up the mountain, instructing them this time not to touch him, but to block the way to get up or go down. There were so many of them, the pathway was completely filled. He did not seem at all concerned with Mister Sir stepping up to the high place, either, and instead, continued to casually smoke, looking on over the area like it were a stage set for his will and way to be played out over the land.

Suddenly, down below, You are approached by a strange figure that you had not seen before, but that looks something like You and Your people. He greets you with a smile and says to You, "Hello! My name is Jack, and I've been looking for some help with a certain project I've been doing. I can't find anyone around and will gladly finance anyone who is of able body. No other requirements or skills necessary." He was finely dressed and seemed to be quite the distinguished person in personality; something like someone with charm and etiquette. It was clear that he was coming to you very politely, with no form of harm nor malicious intent. "Please, I need your help. You won't leave me helpless, will you? No one has come to help me yet and I fear that this particular job will not get accomplished if someone doesn't come quickly!" He urges You to act with haste, with his own expenses on the line. "Won't you please?" he asks kindly once more, hoping to grab someone's ear that was near, not unlike a homeless person on the subway or on the street. "I'm sure you know the struggle very well, and wouldn't dare leave someone else in a predicament something like your own, would you?"

'Archnemesis :: Reversal'

The Great Darkness commanded the 'Archnemesis' that had retreated into it to suddenly emerge again to meet, face to face, with the one that was named 'Jack.' The Archnemesis, which was something like a puppet with a lower torso that could not be seen, completely hidden by and in sync with the Great Darkness itself, would immediately confront Jack with a smile. "I Am Archnemesis. I Will Assist You," were the only words that were spoken. The look on the face of the Archnemesis was completely blank and hollow, with a stale smile and wide, gaping holes for eyes. "Step Out Of The Darkness. I Will Follow You." Nothing else was stated.

"I Wouldn't Be Laughing If I Were You," Mister Sir said, completely unsmiling. "You're Fired." He stood there before Greed and did not say nor do anything else, but fire completely overtook his body. He was ROYALLY pissed; and had EVERY last right to it. The Lake Of Fire behind them bubbled and gurgled and rumbled, something as it had done in the days of yore when others attempted to walk up this mountain, and it got angry at them. "Envy."

Greed, sitting on his throne, would remain in silence, with his mouth suddenly agape and his Cuban cigar falling out of his mouth. He felt that there was a shift in the powers, and knew this to be so before anyone else that was below him did. At that moment, the very second his cigar hit the ground, his eyes narrowed and glowed with a light something like that of pure and utter hatred, yet with greater calculations going on in the background.

Still, he lowered his head and his eyes went dark, once again covered by the shadow of his hair. Soon after, he began to laugh. "Hahaha..." He waggled his finger at Mister Sir, shaking his head. "Oh, no no no, son. You can't fire ME. I still RUN the show!" A new cigar found its way to his mouth by hand of Pride, who was still quite under Greed's control. "If you've learned ANYTHING, or, KNOW anything about me after all the time we've worked together, you should KNOW that I'm not gonna just let go that easily. No, I've got all types of plans that I had in store for you." Greed also knew how the curse of Envy worked and wouldn't fall prey to it so easily. "Seems like YOU are the one envious of ME. What do I have to envy of you, eh? There is nothing I cannot get my hands on!" And so, Greed stuck out his Tongue to have his way. "JACK!" he called out, beckoning someone from the shadows "Did you get my money?"

When the one that Greed had spoken to, Jack, did not bring back the group, but instead an envoy named 'Archnemesis,' who was led up to where Greed was, he would say "You're fired," and send Jack on his way. Greed stuck out his Tongue again and Jack 2 would appear from the shadows, snatched out by his collar. "Jack 2, entertain our guests here." No more was said. Yet, Greed would then open his mouth to speak again, but this time to beckon another person from the shadows. "Ace," he cried, profusely beckoning with a finger, "Deal with the slaves. I'm about to go away on business." Greed snapped his fingers and suddenly more of his slaves would appear from the darkness and carry him further up the mountain. In his wake, Pride would stand before them all, with many Mirror Images and Reflections being cast out all about the High Place and the lower levels, seeming to be nothing but the copies of Greed as he went away.

The Archnemesis that was before Jack 2 was already calculating the next steps on behalf of its master, Mechanica. The Archnemesis, which was one of the Mechanica's puppets, specifically a 'Finger Puppet,' would start to run toward the slaves of Greed and snatch them up in their ignorance. "Slaves," the Archnemesis cried out to the masses that had blocked off the path, "You've been duped. You are not getting paid enough to risk your entire lives. In fact, are any of you getting paid enough to live?" The Finger Puppet snickered at them, yet the eyes of the doll face atop what looked like the body of a hand-like spider would remain wide and gaping. "The only way to overthrow your Slave Master is to waste up all of his resources. Use more than what he is giving, and he will start paying out of pocket instead of you paying with your lives." Because they were zombies and easily swayed, if they heard something that sounded more reasonable than whatever their command was or the offer that was given to them was, then they would, without a doubt, follow it like sheep.