-Mister Sir recounts the matters of Envy and all that led up to the events past and the events future, explaining everything along the way.-

Deadly Sin; Envy

Envy can be directly related to the Ten Commandments, specifically, "Neither shall you desire... anything that belongs to your neighbour."

Circle of Hell: 6 (Heresy)

Instead of doing what you are supposed to, you will become envious of someone else and end up doing something that you should not in order to get ahead or get what you want without following the proper protocols.

Heresy is any provocative belief or theory that is strongly at variance with established beliefs or customs. A heretic is a proponent of such claims or beliefs.[1] Heresy is distinct from both apostasy, which is the explicit renunciation of one's religion, principles or cause,[2] and blasphemy, which is an impious utterance or action concerning God or sacred things.

Why It Is Deadly; Dante defined this as "a desire to deprive other men of theirs".

Characteristics: Envy (Latin, invidia), like greed and lust, is characterized by an insatiable desire. Envy is similar to jealousy in that they both feel discontent towards someone's traits, status, abilities, or rewards. The difference is the envious also desire the entity and covet it. Aquinas described envy as "sorrow for another's good"

Chosen Personification; A large, deprived figure with eyes sewn shut and a mouth sewn shut, but long, sharp claws, slender legs and a very sleek, thin form with a crown of spikes upon the head. Skin is malnourished, as is the body, but it is tall and overbearing, even in slenderness, like a tree.

Consequences For Application; Condemned to eternity in flaming tombs. In Dante's Purgatory, the punishment for the envious is to have their eyes sewn shut with wire because they have gained sinful pleasure from seeing others brought low.

First Hierarchy

Demon Lord: Leviathan

Status: Fallen Seraphim Prince

Leviathan was also a prince of the Seraphim who tempts people to give into heresy, and is opposed by St. Peter.

Those that chose to follow Mister Sir would appear with him where he had appeared, farther up the mountain than anyone. They would continue to follow Mister Sir and his direct orders, since they were afraid of being lost or dying. I watched as everyone waited patiently and obediently, terrified for their lives and trembling. They did not know what was going to happen or what they were going to go through and see, but I knew that it would not be pretty. It was best to stick with Mister Sir very closely.

Mister Sir stood at the West Gate of Mt. Mortis, nearly fully up the mountain. With his own small group of people that were at least wise enough to follow him, he would turn to them and scan them, looking upon their faces. The Fear was in them, which was more than good. Now it was time to show them why Sin was wrong.

"You," Mister Sir called out to the First Person, "Get over here."

I, the First Person, would approach Mister Sir when called, trembling just like my fellow Man. "Y-yes?" I said, wondering what he could want with someone like Me.

The man of black shades and black coat would look at the First Person with a cold and dark face, saying relatively swiftly, "You have privilege. You have power. You have authority. You are my favorite. You are better than the rest in some way, shape or form." Mister Sir would turn to the rest of the people and say, "Do you see this Person? They are above you. I have claimed this and this will be so. They are greater than you and will receive better treatment than you." After that, Mister Sir would look back to the First Person and send him back into the crowd. "That is all." He turned away from the group and started to walk up the mountain again, wasting no more breath on the sinners than necessary. They didn't deserve anything except what they were given, and probably much less than even that. That is, in Mister Sir's mind.

Suddenly, Envy broke out in the Crowd, and some would become The Envious, enslaved to Envy.

"I WANT THAT," Envy cried out in the crowd in the minds of the masses, to anyone who would want the recognition of the First Person. Envy already had enough people hating the First Person as it was. It looked down on them with wicked eyes and mouth sewn shut, as if it couldn't express its true want, but its eyes bore open at a target of interest. "GIVE IT TO ME!!! GET IT FOR ME!!! GO TAKE IT FROM HIM!!!" The part of the crowd owned and enslaved by Envy would suddenly selfishly conspire against the person with privilege, each of them seeking to take whatever it is that he or she wanted for themselves. Envy had already taken the nearest few people as soon as they saw the First Person get called out publicly. They Envied that he was getting attention. Praise. Recognition. Envy wanted it, as well. Though no one knew the other had Envy, all still harbored Envy, and it was left in the dark among the people.

A Lawless bunch came about, onlooking from the distance.

Immediately, Envy, which had chosen its hosts for the Envious Spirits that were trapped inside of it by Envy, itself, would gaze into the eyes of everyone that was looking down at the one that was raised up out of everyone by Mister Sir. Envy gazed into their eyes to see where they were looking, and where they looked immediately afterward. Each of the ones who were possessed would suddenly narrow their eyes, something similar to the giant overbearing presence itself glaring down at them. They belonged to Envy now, and they were part of Envy, but only Envy, itself, had their heads. Their minds belonged to Envy, even if each of the group was to themselves.

"Give him a present for being a good boy," Envy said, in respect to the one that was lifted up over all the rest. "I only need you to stand there and look pretty. Watch what happens next." Envy would wait patiently as its spirit assimilated with the one that was the Envy of everyone, and eventually, the Envy of everyone would be directed toward something other than Envy, itself. It was another vessel. Once all of the vessels were grabbed, then the one that was used could be discarded for all the others.

The one that was raised up would curl into a fetal position, knowing that everyone Envied him, and retreated into himself. However, as this happened, just as there were internal mental calculations going on about how to take his light, there were also things going on in his head about how to take the people that were trying to take it from him. He would sit there and plot, whilst everyone else plotted, as well. Yet, each of them plotted different things, many of them had the same target. All except the Envy, itself.

Immediately, when Envy had its mass of The Envious, it would begin to command them directly into their minds. The large tendrils that sprouted from the center of the crown stretched out over the land like a great and dark hand, each finger extending outward like the slender legs of a Daddy Long-Legs spider. Just then, all of the Envious would be given higher priority than all the others that were unconsciously aware of the demon that was over them; Envy, itself.

"Envy Is A Mental Demon." The large idol at the top of the hill towering over everyone else and looking down on them with glowering eyes spake, "It's Also A Self-Inflicted Demon. This Means, That It's Only In Your Head And It's Only Working With The Ones Whose Minds It Can Manipulate, Because The Demon Itself Is Its Own Thing Independent From The Mind Of The One It Gets Into, So That IT Can Initiate The 'Control Issue.'" There should have been no questioning Envy at this point, and each of them would be under the control of the Master Of Envy. "It Makes You Believe You Have No Control So It Can Control You Through Whatever You Feel You Are Losing Control To."

Then, Envy would speak to each of the afflicted in their independence, knowing already in advance that they had their own goals to get accomplished. Well, so did the Master Of Envy. This is why these people were being manipulated, and for solely the purpose of communicating a message. "It Can ONLY Effect The Single Solitary Person That Feels It At A Time, But Because EVERYONE Can Feel It Simultaneously, That's How It Works As A Group. Hidden, Isolated, But All In The Same Area Of Influence." Thus, the Envious Masses, which now had the souls of the Envious within them. The one that was raised up, of whom the others were Envious, were just the right mass of vessels to harbor the greater Envy. They were only needed to be moved for a greater goal, which is why they were being moved involuntarily out of their places haphazardly by a ruling official. To illustrate a point.

"You REALLY Don't Know What Envy Is Like. But You'll Learn Why It Wants You To Remain Lesser." The mad doll's eyes gleamed, the stitching nearly coming undone as they suddenly strained themselves to even open to a sliver, "Forever." They sealed themselves shut once again, and the souls, which poured out from the crown of Envy would become powerful thorns in the minds of all the afflicted, to show that they were afflicted with something that something else was controlling without any of them knowing.

"Puppet King," Which was the name of the doll that the Master Of Envy owned and had raised up as this person through the demon possession, itself. "Go Get Them." Immediately, the Master Of Envy would drop Puppet King, which was also Envy, down into the ground to go meet with the lesser Envies. The Master Of Envy would move its hand over the land, raising it up in a militant manner, yet also in a way that was clearly and obviously maneuvering and influencing them.

The fine threads of Puppet King's strings would wrap around each of the lesser Envies and have them begin to go to work for the greater Envy, which would eventually come back together as a collective goal manipulated from afar, yet still get everything accomplished for the intended target and the Master Of Envy simultaneously. Puppet King, who was raised up over the lesser Envies, would now have its own Puppets, which would now mobilize immediately down the mountain in order to go collect things to get the goal accomplished.

Meanwhile, after the peons were sent off to their doom, Envy would wait patiently at the top of the mountain.

Sooner or later, after Envy, the Master, realized that Mister Sir had escaped somewhere and left both the Master Of Envy and the Puppet King that the Master Of Envy had raised up to go further up the mountain. "... You thought you could get to the top before me? I've been here longer than you, SIR." Immediately, in a wild frenzy, Envy would draw forth all of the souls of the Envious that were slain at the foot of the mountain trying to capture the Lustful that were at the bottom and immediately start walking toward Mister Sir, following behind him and taking all the souls with it. However, the ones that were lingering at the mountain's side, which hadn't been eaten, would remain.

"Puppet King," the Master Of Envy commanded, "Stay here and watch out. Make sure nothing else comes up the mountain, but don't go back down to where Gluttony is." Clearly, thinking that your own allies are your allies and going to listen to you before they listen to whatever ails them was the wrong idea, but Envy was too in its head to really gather that part, which is how, realistically, the operation failed. Not thinking things all the way through because of the focal point being too heavily targeted.

The Puppet King, which was the Vessel that Envy could use any given time to command a greater number of lesser beings through a lesser version of the greater Envy as a being, would stand as a towering titan over the now once again desolate land, whilst the Master Of Envy, with strings attached, followed behind Mister Sir deftly. "You will NOT escape, SIR."

The Lawless bunch that had fled the base of the mountain and appeared at the top and didn't get touched by Envy at all saw the whole damn thing. They stood there nearly stumped or stupefied at what they'd just seen and knew that if it was happening out in the broad daylight and everyone saw and no one cared, this had to be Hell, itself. "Yep, we're in Hell." And another harsh truth; "Khrona is God." Some of them here still knew Khrona.

They watched that big ass Puppet King, though, because that was an actual threat, it looked like, after watching that one go back to go take down a superior just to get ahead. "Oh, bro, no, I'm not fucking with that one. One of you better go do it." They couldn't escape from Hell, clearly, because if they used the power of Darkness, then whatever happened before would happen again.

That's when it clicked in some of their heads about what they could do next. "... The Goddess Of Darkness." They knew of the one that lurked in the Darkness of the Veritas, having seen her more often than they would have liked and now had a nightmare of a memory to live with, as well. They weren't sure of how to get in touch with her, but possibly trying to escape would do that. Then again, she might just kill them on the spot, so that wasn't happening. "Do we have to pull a Jutsu out of our asses or something? Damn." They sat there, stumped, not wanting to engage this 'Envy,' it seemed to be, directly.The head of Puppet King Envy snapped to the side at the sound of a voice, especially one that beckoned the Goddess Of Darkness. "Dollies?" It, by its command, since the Puppet King was a golem that was under the control of a higher authority, would primarily be searching for people that it could turn into puppets to use to complete the orders that were given to it by its master, the Puppet God Envy.

The titanic towering toy raised its arms up like a zombie in the direction of where its strings felt vibration at all, and would beckon it toward where the voices resonated on the strings like the cord of a musical instrument. "You rang...?" The souls that clustered about from the inside of the doll all belonged to Envy, which now belonged to the Goddess Of Darkness, of whom was manipulating her toys from the outside of the mountain. "Need some help, chumps?" She chuckled, whispering into their ears, the eyes of the Puppet King gleaming brightly.