Excerpt: Gula

"You got the spreadsheets?"

“Uh… no.”

“The graphs?”

"Nope."

"A brain?"

"No-- Hey!"

The youngest sibling crossed his arms over his chest and gave what amounted to a devilish pout.

Greed was unaffected.

"I should slit your throat here and now."

"Buy me a drink first. We can get to the fun stuff later."

"Do you even know how much money you cost me today, Drew?" The human alias was said in a condescending tone.

"No, but I’m sure I’m about to find out."

Gluttony leaned back in his office chair and kicked his feet up on the desk his brother had so graciously provided. His starting pay had been generous, doubling that of most of the employees that had been working there for years. He had been given his own office, his own secretary (to fuck), and his very own potted plant to set in the corner to dote on. He liked the plant best.

Greed grabbed Gluttony’s ankle, squeezed it hard enough to crush a mortal’s bones, then threw the offending appendage off of the desk with enough force to make the younger Sin spin in his rolly chair a few times around.

He had the urge to go wheeee, but knew it would piss off his brother even more.

Being the physical embodiment of gluttony, he couldn’t help himself from doing it anyways.

Greed grabbed the armrest of the chair, making it stop mid-spin. The momentum threw Gluttony to the side and he nearly fell over.

"Woah!" he said half-drunkenly, laughing brightly as the inertia overtook his senses, then glanced upwards at his brother’s scowling face and instantly sobered.

"My garbage man’s dick is worth more than you are."

Gluttony smiled again.

“Well, great! Cut it off and sell it to your secretary, then.”