"Understandable, Charity~…” Lust said, nodding. "You will hear back from me as soon as I know anything, okay~?"
With a very gentle touch, the Sin placed his hand on the Virtue’s shoulder. He squeezed her softly, trying to convey a calming gesture. "I’ll bring this back if I cannot find him~ And I certainly don’t mind being a middleman~"
The Virtue flinched at the sudden contact, but afterwards her shoulders slackened. Honestly, she had no idea what to do now— she wanted to cry, to find out while at the same time just crawl under a rock and never come out.
No wonder people say ignorance is bliss, she thought dryly.
She wasn’t sure what to say next without sounding terribly redundant, so she merely opted for a nod.
He thought about continuing with his words in an attempt to comfort her. But he could feel just how upset she was…maybe it was time to go. Without another word, Lust patted her shoulder and headed out the door.
He hadn’t been in Hell for a while…maybe six months? But going back to look for Charity’s host was a valid enough reason to head “home”. The Sin strolled through his ring, watching as his sinners were pushed and pulled by the constant and eternal winds of punishment. The smoke beneath the Sin’s skin moved with the winds, following the back-and-forth patterns at a slower pace.
Charity’s host, if he was indeed in Lust’s ring, would be under the punishment of the winds. The roaring gusts slowed and dulled around Lust as he moved past the tortured souls. Some reached for him, others hardly noticed his presence.
Would the host, Theo, recognize him as a Sin? Surely he knew of the Sins from Charity, right?
With his eyes scanning the never-ending stretches of his ring and his palms still holding the pocket watch close, Lust started searching for Charity’s host.