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Lust had not anticipated more for herself or the world as that one finalizing snap exhausted her stone. During the seconds before her demise and the stillness that followed, everybody understood that hell was the only destination for something like her. Living a facade of true existence, the choice she made was willing. Yet beneath the surface lay a deep seated poison of wrongness. Perhaps long ago she had felt need. The perfect daughter. She could hear the whispers of judgment echoing through the corridors of her mind, mocking her creation. Each stolen moment of connection, each spark of humanity, had piled onto her growing sense of hatred. Redemption was a luxury reserved for those who were whole. Real. So why was she, Lust, the ultimate lance, here?
This white expanse of nothing and everything felt like a suffocating blanket. The truth grabbed at her.
There was more.
Lust had trouble processing what once defined her. The blood on her hands, her dollhouse family. She is a stranger. Every breath she takes, she is acutely aware that she has done nothing to truly earn this second chance.
With loving parents and no siblings this perfect daughter is doted on.
There was little difference between Lust and her pseudo-siblings overall. Father lost, where did that leave them? Devine beings given a disgusting choice. Envy, ever so ruthless, was unpredictable in nature. The third eldest, however, could be read like a book.
Greed was somewhere. The homonculos was found in Dublith and disposed of. That wouldn't stop a being like him.