everything seemed quiet. She had left school early, ditching the sins in her classroom as she called her personal driver and left. Priyanka's words didn't mean anything to her, she was sure of that - after all, how could they?

Words don't hurt someone who doesn't have a heart.

Still, she was annoyed by it, by everyone. She hadn't had a single moment alone ever since she died and was resurrected and it suffocated her. It wasn't like she had been someone who surrounded herself with people anyway, they just usually surrounded her.

The scent of money was like blood to the piranhas in their world and she had long learned to bite instead of waiting to be bitten.

As she walked in her huge, empty mansion, a memory of Alan came back to her.

She was young, ten at most, and her hair was tied up in an elaborate braid, her eyes already cynical at that age. Alan was all charming grins and devilish eyes, he too well-aware that the world lied at his feet. So as they were walking through the elaborate land belonging to her family, he feared nothing as he runned and jumped and laughed, one with the wind.

She didn't follow him in his carefree movements, not caring for the gap that formed between them as she trailed behind. Her mother had always told her never to run, to hold her back straight and walk with the kind of grace that people couldn't keep their eyes away from. She didn't care about grace, but she cared about their opinion more than she would ever let them know then, so she refrained from following Alan.

"Look, Jas!" he said as he ran back to her, eyes gleaming with excitement.

She frowned as she looked at him, unsure what he was about to show her, until he pushed his hands in her face and opened them.

A butterfly spread it's wings and escaped from his hands, fluttering it's pale blue wings as it flew free yet again. And despite the fact that her earrings alone were worth more than any ordinary person would ever be able to afford, in that moment all she wanted was to follow suit.

"Flying is such a human dream, isn't it?"

Jasmina blinked, the memory fading as quickly as it came, before she looked up to the source of the voice. There, one floor above her, standing at the top of the spiraling stairs, stood a stunning man.

She knew he had to be a sin before he even said something else, merely by his looks alone. His hair was the shadow of dusk on soil, his eyes the most haunting ones she had ever seen. They were the softest blue, reminiscent of a sky in the middle of the day, sunshine warming your back as you take a nap. The nebulae blended under his eyes brought out the color even more, the shadows so dark she wondered if he ever slept at all. She had to blink twice to get the fatigue that suddenly was starting to seep through her out.

His posture was relaxed as he looked at her, arms folded on the railing and his chin resting on them as he watched her. It was then she remembered what he had said and she parted her lips as confusion took over.

"What did you say about flying?" she said.

"Your memory," he said, as if it was the obvious answer.

"How do you know my memory?" she frowned.

"How do you think that surfaced in your head?" he said as he glanced at her," it's my ability."

"Ability?" Jasmina said," you all really are using your powers for useless reasons, aren't you?"

He didn't seem that interested to continue speaking, the effort of his other replies seeming to have taken a toll on him as he leaned his head forward, hair spilling down.

"I'm assuming you're Sloth?" she said.

"Why?" he said as he peeked through his hair," don't you think I could be Invidia?" Before she could answer he let out a lazy smile though as he raised his head. "Kidding, he's a lot harder to handle than I am."

"Envy, I suppose?" she translated.

"I've seen a bit of his tale," he shrugged," it's hard not to be devoured by envy in the life he lived."

"Do you always pry in people's lives?" she said as she folded her arms over each other.

He pushed himself at arm's length from the railing, eyes still on her as he tilted his head to the right.

"It comes with the job," he said," I don't choose what I see, I just see a memory precious to you from a person you were thinking of just now."

"Do refrain from letting me see memories of that bastard ever again," she said.

He jumped fluidly on the railing, ignoring her deepening frown as she stepped back.

"Are you going to catapult yourself straight at me or what?" she said," I won't catch you if you're doing some strange trust fall bullshit."

He blinked, before a soft laugh escaped his lips.

And then he stepped off the railing.

It was like he was walking on clouds, each step closer to the ground welling up blurred gray wisps of smoke, until he reached her. She looked him in the eye when he was finally in front of her, but every second she stared in those haunting eyes felt like she was drowning in a dreamless sleep. Fatigue embraced her when she refused to avert her gaze, until she was so drowsy her feet gave away.

He caught her as she fell into his arms, a sarcastic comment already on the tip of her tongue but unable to leave it.

"You're quite stubborn," he said," people don't normally last that long when talking to me, especially not when my magic's active."

A Nawar never looks away first. Never forget that, Jasmina.

"Stop letting my memories resurface," she managed to say through the thick waves of sleep," or I'll -"

Before she could even manage to finish her threat she had already fallen in sleep though and he looked down at her peaceful face as he lowered her on a bed of clouds.

"I suppose she does live up to her reputation," he said.

"To threaten a sin even when she's on the brink of passing out," the voice behind him said," that's dedication."

"That's how she was raised," he said.

"You would know best, wouldn't you?"

The source of the voice stepped forward then, the play of shadows on his face seeming like it belonged there.

"You do owe me something now, Gula," he said as he looked at the man.

"Can't you just say this was a favor for a friend, Gio?" Daichi grinned at him as he slapped the sin amicably on his shoulder.

Gio rolled his eyes, but eventually sighed and just nodded.

"Fine," he said," because it's you - and because it's too tiresome to deal with your endless nagging if I don't comply. Here you go."

"Love you," Daichi said as he blew him a kiss, before nearing Jasmina and carefully lifting her up from the bed of clouds.

"Why did you want her asleep anyway?" Gio yawned," I thought you found her extremely fun."

"I do," Daichi smiled, his eyes lingering on Jasmina's face," but she hasn't rested yet and while she's still human, she does need to. Besides, I don't know anyone who can bring you into such a good sleep as you can."

"I am one of the talented few," Gio said.

"That you are, my friend," Daichi said," my ability to make people eat or starve is really of no use in a situation like this."

"It's deadlier," Gio shrugged.

"I don't want her dead," Daichi frowned.

"I do see where you're coming from," Gio said as he looked at her," she does seem interesting."

He yawned again then, stretching out before blinking a few times.

"Never mind that," he said," I'm tired, call me when something interesting happens."

"You never take too well to being woken up," Daichi said.

"That's why it better be something really interesting when you disturb me," Gio said as he turned around, before vanishing in a cloud of blue smoke.

Daichi chuckled, but before he could even turn towards her room to lay her in bed, shards of ice blocked his way.

"Can a demon never get a second of rest around here?" he said as he turned around to the source.

"What do you think you're doing?"