I can see.

My eyes don’t hurt. Lights are out in the experiment room, but the light is not gone, not like in my room. Small pieces of it fade in from other places in the building.

Everyone is burned to a crisp.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I turn my head to the new source of sound. Gluttony, their orange eyes glowing in the shadows approaches me. Their form isn’t much of a form. It’s a vacuum, like a section of space shaped into a human, except for their eyes. They notice me staring at them.

An orange curve appears on where their face is supposed to be. “So you're one of us now.”

“One of-- what does that mean?”

Their shadowed form bubbles, seems to become more solid. Now I see a solid outline of someone. Stick thin arms and legs, spindly torso.

“Think about it.” A long, bony finger taps their head-shape. “You’ve long since been something human. You’ve rejected your body, your angel-ness, I guess.” Their voice transitions, becomes deeper, more male. “We call you Sin, but you weren’t quite there yet. But now?” He gestures to the carnage, a cracked skull starting to phase in underneath the shadows. “You burned people alive! I’d say you’ve made it all the way there.”

I open my mouth to respond, but then alarms go off, and I hear people running.

“We have to contain the subject!”

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A strange sound comes out of me, along with want.

“Go.” Gluttony’s eyes bore into me. “I think you’ve figured out what you wanted. Lust will be so pleased.”

My body turns on it’s own. It feels like it’s possessed by something other than me, but it feels so right.

I follow the sounds of the people who hurt me. They’re coming towards me, trying to find me.

I want to be found.

I’ll do what they ordered me to do.

“There!”

I turn around, my growths, no, my wings, brushing the floor.

I smile at them. I pull the faint light from all the resources around me.

I let the bloodlust take over.

The hallway goes white and then back to normal. I sway then fall to the floor, exhausted but exhilarated. I start to laugh as euphoria fills me.

There’s blood everywhere. That hot, tangy scent surrounds me and makes me feel high.

I hear footsteps and look up, ready to fight again.

I stare into beautiful purple eyes.

The form I gave Lust is from a dream I didn’t know I had. Hair that looked so much like gold it could probably cut, perfectly tanned skin, and those eyes. So beautiful.

“H-hi.” I squeak out.

He drops in front of me and smiles, so brilliant I could faint. He wraps his arms around me and I breathe him in and close my eyes. I feel like I’m at home.

I feel like I’m loved.

“Look at you! My angel, my sin, my wrath." He tugs me and starts to run, a huge smile on his face. Before my eyes, wings like mine sprout behind him. "Come on, we need to teach you how to fly!"