1 Prologue

Abyss

Abode of the afterlife

Netherworld

Hell

Purgatory

....

The list goes on and on as people continue to name the place whatever they wish but there is one defining feature in all of those names. This is the place for those that have died and are waiting to go to their next life.

Demons and devils may be known for their unruliness or the chaotic mess they leave however just like any society they need a system. Jobs, entertainment all of that is necessary to appease the residences of this land.

The voices of youth echoed "Hurry, he's going to tell a story soon."

A surprised demon turned to the devil and questioned "What? Who's telling a story?"

Without responding to him a horde of other demons followed after the youth as they rushed towards a bar that was already crowded.

Kindly a passer by told him what was happening "The embodiment of the seven sins has just experienced his 7 lives. I think this may be his last story before he faces the embodiment of seven virtues" he pressed his finger on his chin as he continued to mull over anything else.

The demon tipped his hat to gesture his gratitude as he also joined the heard but at a much slower pace.

A stern voice could just be heard as the demon approached the bar. Despite the large crowd whispering and the distance away from the bar he could still hear the voice.

The serious voice has a sort of compelling charisma as it started "Listen up men, do not create a ruckus and pay attention. You may learn a thing or two from that old manso be quiet and let your peers learn without a problem..."

As he continued a somber tone was distorted at the end as he increased the volume "DO NOT Offend him. Even I can't save you if you wish to stir trouble because even the Archdemons watch over his activities so don't disturb him...."

Before he continued ranting the crowd surrounding him hushed him as they in sync signalled him to stop "Shhhh.."

The person in the middle of this commotion was sitting on a stool, quietly sipping ale he didn't input a single word into the crowd's conversation.

Patiently he waited for silence to begin out of respect to the audience however in the meanwhile he was contemplating his thoughts.

Going through 7 lives and remembering everything that happened to him was astonishing but there was something indescribable about those lives

Alarms rang through his head throwing him into a panic that refused to reveal itself on his face it appeared through his thoughts 'I'm only alive to eventually fight. I lives for several lives yet the only meaning of it is to face a virtuous fellow.'

'My experiences... they were just setting me up for my final life.'

'I have reincarnated 6 times and approaching my 7th but then what? My purpose will have been served so then what? Will I just stop existing?'

'Who even created me? Why do they want us to fight? The injustice I have suffered is just made for me on purpose. The so called destiny has set me up and this is what I get?'

plagued with thoughts he shook his head to awake from his blunder and turned to the crowd that has already gathered.

Pure silence.

Without a qualm the sinful man suddenly felt like it was the right time to tell his story. He felt a very mixed feeling within as he could see the gleaming eyes of the youth reflecting their excitement.

'Why are they so excited? Surely they'll learn to not do what I have done in the past, right?'

For the old man it felt underwhelming as he expected that from all the groups that listened to his story they would learn to never be like him

yet they gained an admiration of respect for him.

The praises that he felt was undeserved was showered on him and no matter how much he wanted to rebut he couldn't help but keep quiet if Asmodeus or Mammon were to hear him.

The main part he was afraid of was whoever created him. If they have the power to create 2 entities and create the course of their life then they can just as easily replace him.

It was indeed troublesome as he had no choice but to keep a blank and emotionless face and if necessary relish in the moment and act as if he was flattered by the admiration.

Or even scowl the justice that these demons hated.

But there was never an idea that could form of this so called 'justice' for the old man. To him it seemed that the majority is what all demons hated but when adding more details the idea of justice seemed...murky.

He wondered about the 7 virtues fellow in heaven and question what this person may feel like 'does he accept it? With the justice brainwashing he received he probably would pray on that thought every second. As far as I remember they follow an extremely strict hierarchy in order to keep order that the cost of individuality.'

The reminder of the laws of heaven sent shivers to the old man but to make sure he didn't bore the audience he takes a deep breath in order to start his story.

"Thank you for your time and patience it seems I owe youastory so I hope you pay attention to my story"

With that the crowd went into a small uproar due to the atmosphere but they quickly hushed themselves so that they could hear the story that was about to begin.

"This the story of the lifetimes I have experienced that made me suffer Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Envy and Sloth....."