Fredda, the Sin of Envy, paced at the circle's edge.
They appeared androgynous, with features that shifted subtly depending on who looked at them—always becoming whatever the observer found most attractive or worthy of jealousy. Their clothing changed similarly, never quite settling into one style. Their eyes were the only constant—solid green that held bitter resentment toward everything that existed.
And finally, Vorakka, the Sin of Gluttony.
She was striking—tall and voluptuous, with curves that suggested excess and indulgence. But there was something predatory about her beauty, something that suggested consumption rather than pleasure. Her hair was blood-red, her eyes were golden with vertical pupils like a cat's, and when she smiled, her teeth were slightly too sharp.
She was a vampire, ancient and powerful, and her hunger extended beyond blood to encompass everything—experiences, power, life itself.
The Seven Sins gathered together for the first time in centuries.
