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The thick haze fogging Blaise's head only knew one thing.

And that was to get rid of the souls of his sin. Lust. To play with them like a cat and mouse until they begged for release from the torture. To make the sinners feel what they had done or wanted to inflict on others. Sometimes, Lust slaughtered them immediately, while on other occasions, he'd keep them alive longer than usual if they showed promise for a good fucking time.

A true demon...in bed, you could say.

When Blaise discovered shameful methods to manage Lust, the control helped him realize that the scent of sweat and plums wasn't the same, spending years of sleeping with various partners to understand his curse. It was strong. It was weak. It could smell more like sweat, or smell only of plums. His sin wasn't black and white; it was grey that needed to be dissected and studied. Did their desires cross the line? How far had they given into temptation? Did they act on them? Thoughts? Wet dreams? Masturbation? Adultery? Even murder?

Unlike his siblings, who rampaged with barbaric force and mindless destruction, Lust was calculating. Smart. Manipulative. He created his own system for determining the quality of a soul: high grade, middle grade, and low grade. Someone who fell in the middle was the trickiest, so Lust needed to extend their playtime to determine just how disgusting they were. He had no interest in high grades, such as the omega with the slight swell of pups in their womb. The thing smelled of sweet lubricant that dripped down between his thighs. The aroma of it honestly beckoned Lust there, but the omega was annoyingly pure. If he deserved to perish by the sevens, it would not be by Lust's hands.

The taller one whom he recognized as Pride was middle grade, more complicated in terms of their preferences. When mentally weakened by the hunters, Pride was easy to sway. He became a pushover to take part in hardcore sex when influenced by Lust, especially when told it could be a way to forget; forget the pain, forget your mutilated nape, just escape.

That wasn't the case anymore. His brother was now fully committed to one partner, with no signs he would ever have wandering eyes for another body to ravage. Such change increased Pride's rank from the lower to higher end of the chart. Lust tried to poke the sleeping lion by mentioning their past participation in breeding parties. He was satisfied by the reaction, who was only worried about old memories upsetting their omega mate than the way his moral image was questioned.

In simpler words, Pride wasn't fun. A bore. Basically celibate.

But another soul approaching them had rung every alarm, the red lights spinning like crazy. The perfect target had arrived. The lowest of the low grade. Tainted beyond repair. His excitement cooled the temperature within the vicinity further.

"This smell...you're the worst one out of everyone here. It's been a while to meet such a nasty soul like yours. Vulgar. Dirty. Your experiences with sex as a blood slave made you beyond fucked to the core."

This wasn't an understatement. The goopy scent of lust oozed from this alpha like blackened tar, deep from the pits of the ground to claim another victim to drown. It whispered secrets into Lust's ears, horrid events that made him wish he could rip out the abuser's hearts instead.

Zhang's, moaning voices murmured. The name wasn't new to him, but he didn't remember. The Zhang's. They had ruined this human, eating away the innocence until all that was left was an empty shell.

Forced ruts.

Being tied up while drugged betas did their duty to breed him, squeezing out every drop of seed.

The Duchess teaching him how to satisfy a female, by using her own body. He had to touch her in inappropriate places, or be strangled by the Duke.

Pimped out to other aristocrats.

The daily whippings for never yielding to anyone, never giving up.

Blaise understood it was not this human's fault, merely a victim, like millions of people have been before him. Unfortunately, Lust did not care to know the circumstances as to why they turned out like that. It only acknowledged what it smelled, and it was excited as hell.

"That was their name, correct? The Zhang's? Did you enjoy your time alone while in rut in that shithole of a kennel? Or when they made you breed with those cunts, who you can't remember their faces?"

Lust grinned, wanting to orgasm when the mortal's eyes darkened. Their breaths were visible in the chilled air.

Yes. That's it. Attack me first. Let me sink my fangs into your cock. Beg me to stop and kill you.

"Anyways, after I discard your body, I'll move on to find others like you and-"

He paused, taking in the wonderful concoction of angry musk and an early summer flower, its small purple petals caressing Lust's nose. Lavender. It drew him in, making him shiver from his head to the tip of his own dick. If only he could touch himself, itching to spread his beads of pre-cum over his shaft to use as lubricant. The human's intense stare, eyes glowing blue through the black expression, wouldn't let him.

His prey growled, hoarse and deep. Lust's reflection gleamed on his barred teeth. He flinched. Wait, flinched? Who was the prey now?

Am I the predator or...?

"Kneel," they muttered, not needing to yell for Lust to obey. His tone made Lust want to show his belly for forgiveness, but what exactly did he need to be forgiven for?

Much to his own shock, the vampire kneeled automatically.

Huh?

His inner legs rubbed together, aching with anticipation. Their audience, Pride and the omega, were talking privately to each other. As an alpha, this had become a humiliating spectacle...but why was he sort of into it, too?

Fuck that. I cannot be contained. Lust snarled. His symbol slithered angrily on his arm, beckoning him to bite.

But the kid wasn't scared, not even flustered by his true form. "I just told Pride to release you because I didn't like him touching you, and that is your tone with me?" As he went on about his lack of control, Lust glanced away, not liking the disappointed tone. It really pissed him off. Who was this brat to lecture him about his sin? No one understood, especially the one rambling about his choices in fuck buddies.

Pride's little mate whispered, "Then why is Lust 'bowing down' to him if he's not his..."

Bowing down? Yeah, no. Enough.

The last golden rays of sunshine disappeared when the sun completely dipped under the hills. He took this chance to strike, quicker than any snake. His animal tattoo symbolized the downfall of humanity, convincing Eve to eat the forbidden apple. In reality, shouldn't Lust be the deadliest sin? Let's prove that now. There was no soul now or ever that could tame him.

His fangs found the center of the human's open wound, a festering cut in his throat. Their head tipped back, entangling a hand again into his long, blonde hair. Fool. This position would allow the vamp to drink more easily, thick fangs sinking further into his moist flesh. Blood burst into his mouth. It instantly filled his stomach. Shit, what was this taste? It was a mix of lavender pheromones and something he couldn't exactly name. Either way, he needed it. Couldn't live without it. Lust wanted more, every single drop. Has blood always been this good? Everything in the last eight centuries of existence seemed like dumpster juices than this fine wine.

It should've been me to slit his neck. Don't touch him. Mine. This person is mine.

Lust noticed the other two slip away into the forest, leaving them alone. Pride's partner looked distressed to go. Was Pride not going to intervene? Likely not. It wasn't any of their business.

The smooth liquid satisfied him after only a few gulps. Still, he kept going, sucking loudly. Red droplets wetted the tips of his dangling hair. Fuck, he was being messy with his meal, but he didn't care. Lust imagined himself digging his fingers into the wound, pulling the skin open to bathe in the blood that-

He opened his eyes, feeling his hands. Since when-? They were bound behind his back, tightly held together by a soft but firm fabric. Lust pulled his fangs away.

SCHLUCK, the sound made. Ignoring the human's groan of pain, he looked behind him with curiosity. Around his wrists was a white and bloodied bandage, intricately knotted that couldn't be undone. Lust didn't get it. He could break it apart without effort. It would‌ take more than that to tether him-

"Don't you...fucking dare...take...it off," a lethal growl commanded him. "Not until...I tell you...to."

Lust turned around, remaining on his knees, and looked up into his captor's hungry eyes. The spot where he had just drunk spilled steady trails of blood. The rising moonlight altered the color into a classy garnet red. A heartbeat pulsed under their sharp jawline, teasing him that his prey was kicking and alive, not teeming with worms and maggots while their soul screamed in glorious pain in Hell.

Though they were an average alpha, their pheromones were heavy and potent. Not as influential as a dominant alpha, like Lust's vanilla. It shouldn't be enough to keep him in this hold, freezing him into place, unable to tear the bandage. At this moment, the material felt like the world's strongest silver handcuffs.

Why can't I break his spell?

The human raised his hand. Ah, he was just like any other mad asshole, abusing people into submission. Lust lifted his head simultaneously, welcoming the hit to his smooth cheek.

Sure. Make me bruised. Make me bleed. You're no better than your previous owners.

The smack never came. Instead, he gently touched the side of Lust's face, tucking his hair behind his ear. Ever so softly, he then brushed a thumb over Lust's plump lips, wet with shiny spit. W-what was this? What did he want?

"What's my name, Blaise?"

Blaise. That was Lust's other personality. Blaise would know his name, but the sinful half couldn't recall.

"Master," Lust replied, saying a common nickname in this field. Their gazes never strayed from the other as he, aka Master, thought about the title and pushed a thumb into Lust's mouth, scrapping his tongue.

"Try again."

Doesn't he like 'Master?' He scrambled in his mind.

"Sir?"

Lust flinched when his nail dug into the spongy muscle. Hard. No? Didn't like that, either?

"My Lord."

"Are you even trying? What the heck is 'My Lord?'"

His tongue bled, tasting not as good as the blood from earlier.

"Daddy."

Master/Sir/My Lord/Daddy scoffed, obviously fed up with these shenanigans. Well, there was another that some liked to be called if they were into it.

"Alpha," he lisped with the digit in his mouth. He wrapped his pink lips over the finger like a cock, sensually suckling it. Weird. It was a perfect opportunity to bite it off, but he didn't have the desire to. Almost like...he wanted to see what would happen?

Before drool could trickle from the corners of his mouth, the person in charge took it out, placing his hand behind Lust's head. "Suck."

Well, Alpha must be his preference. I can play along. I'll pretend to be ignorant of what he wants. "Suck what, Alpha?"

Mr. Alpha snarled, pulling down his own pants with frustration. "Training...you need training."

The pheromones were still working, forcing Lust to be weak and tied up. A decently sized cock sprung out, purple tip inflamed. Pearls of pre-seed glistened, almost too beautiful to be swallowed. Alpha pressed forward, touching the head to Lust's upper lip. The pearls squished, leaving a slick strand connected between them.

"This. Suck. You can...only look at...me. No one...else."

Lust's sight focused, glued on the small tattoo that he didn't know was fresh or old. It certainly looked new. Two interlocking, black rings were stamped onto Alpha's groin area, above his pubic hairline. Seeing it made him panic. His days of orgies and scoping out the cities for sinners to fuck before killing them were over. How did he know this? Because the deadly sins could recognize their Virtue's symbol. Not even knowing what it looked like, but still capable of pinpointing it out if it appeared.

Chastity.

This was fucking Chastity.