500 years ago, in a different universe, a hero was born. The name *Brave* echoed through the land as the hero of their planet, a symbol of strength and honor. It was a different era, set in the 1200s, where knights, magic, and beasts filled the world. Brave, however, knew he couldn’t carry out his destiny alone. He formed a party—ordinary heroes to fight alongside him: a Mage, a mace-wielder, and a bowman. Together, they were the protectors of their world for years, earning praise and glory.
But everything changed when they were tasked with a mission that seemed too grand, even for them—defeating a dragon. The party agreed, eager to claim victory over such a powerful beast. For weeks they traveled, pushing through treacherous lands and deadly foes. They encountered zombies, vampires, demons, and werewolves along their path. Despite their immense power, capable of leveling entire cities, they fought within the dungeon’s narrow confines, vanquishing every monster that stood in their way.
The Mage often clung to Brave, enamored with his strength and bravery. But he ignored her advances, keeping his mind focused on the task. As they approached the dragon’s lair, they were ambushed by goblins. Brave, without hesitation, fought them off single-handedly, slaughtering them in mere moments. His party praised his strength and took a brief rest, allowing the Mage to heal their wounds. Spirits were high as they prepared to face the dragon.
When they finally entered the dragon’s chamber, they were greeted by a deafening roar. The dragon loomed over piles of gold, a symbol of greed and power. But the party wasn’t there for treasure—they wanted to save the world. The dragon’s roar grew louder, knocking the party back. But Brave’s eyes locked onto something else—a gem, glowing with an orange hue. It captivated him, something inside him stirring.
Without warning, Brave’s demeanor changed. In a flash, he dashed toward the dragon. His party called out, trying to stop him, but he was faster—too fast. They watched in shock as Brave ruthlessly stabbed the dragon, killing it in one savage blow. Silence filled the chamber, but it wasn’t the victory they expected. The party, horrified by Brave’s sudden rashness, confronted him, but he pushed them aside, his hand gripping his sword with cold fury.
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In that moment, Brave did the unthinkable. He turned on his own, stabbing the Mage. For a brief second, regret flashed in his eyes, but it was too late. Blood spilled from his mouth as a mace struck his head. Dazed and paralyzed, Brave fell to the ground. His mind reeled with confusion as his party stood over him, their expressions devoid of mercy. The Mage, healing herself, approached him.
“We planned this for years, Brave,” she said coldly, her voice echoing with betrayal. “And it worked.”
They looted the dragon’s hoard, taking every last piece of gold, leaving Brave to die alone. As he lay there, helpless and broken, he noticed something—the orange gem still clutched in his hand. Days passed, and Brave’s body grew weak from hunger and thirst. His mind clouded with desperation.
Then, one day, he heard footsteps. Weakly, he called for help, but as the figure grew closer, he felt it—a wave of sinister pressure, darker than anything he’d ever encountered. The figure removed their coat, revealing none other than *Pride*. The aura of superiority and strength was palpable. Behind him, *Wrath* stepped forward, his presence as overwhelming as Pride's.
Brave’s pleas turned to silence, his body trembling as Pride extended a hand toward him. Fear consumed him, but his body wouldn’t move. Pride’s smile was unnerving, and in that moment, Brave felt something surge through him—a shock that altered his very being. His body started to change, his left side leaking black liquid, twisting his form. His heart raced with panic as he stood, his legs moving on their own.
“What have you done to me?” Brave yelled, his voice cracking as he tried to attack. But Wrath easily restrained him, watching with a smirk.
Pride, with a calm, almost fatherly tone, responded. “You’ve always had anger, Brave. Anger toward those who were stronger than you. Now you have the power to match it.”
Brave’s world turned upside down as Pride continued, “Welcome to the family.”
It didn’t take long for Brave’s rage to consume him. His thirst for power became insatiable. He slaughtered kings, decimated villages, and even destroyed his own planet, reveling in the chaos. He became a hunter, seeking out anyone with power—anyone who made him feel inferior—and killed them without mercy. With every kill, his strength grew, the orange gem amplifying his abilities.
It was through this path of destruction that Brave earned his new title—The Sin of Envy.