Speak of the Devil pt.2

The housemates looked at each other; stumped. Wrath was so baffled by the statement that she could barely process a word to utter. Lust's shoulders loosened as the congregation of spectators chattered among themselves. It seemed like they were both terrified and intrigued at the same time by War's proposal. Most of them were cheering for the muscular man.

*DING* *DING* *DING* *DING*

The gates of the train rail opened as the last cart passed by the path. An idea sparked in Wrath's head.

"How about this. Let's have a street fight. No shirts, no weapons. Fight ends when the gate closes," she prompted.

Murmurs of agreement soared in the background. Famine's eyebrows drooped in distress as she saw a familiar smug expression on her brother's face.

"I like that idea. But, better yet, let's fight on the train tracks," War grinned and barred his teeth.

The crowd chanted and raised their hands aggressively; provoking a feedback. Wrath smirked as she jumped back to her feet and stood by her friend. In turn, Lust gave her an irritated shrug, though maintaining his confidence.

"Fine, what are we even fighting for?" he pocketed his hands to keep his cool.

"If I win, both of you shall grovel at my foot and beg for forgiveness. And admit that you're just a bunch of little wuss."

"And if we win, we can do whatever the f*ck we want and go home," the witch retorted.

"Fair enough. What else are we waiting for then?" War walked off with his army of fans.

"Lust, you don't have to do this. He will obliterate you! Let me talk to him," Famine urged.

Wrath giggled in amusement, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ye of little faith. C'mon Lust, show him who you really are."

"I'm only doing this so that we can finally go home. And I'm driving home on my bike."

"Okay, fine. Make sure you get him good."

Everyone gathered around with War's supporters on one side and Wrath on the other side of the track. Famine watched fearfully next to Rapunzel as her brother took off his shirt to expose his tattoo-covered body. The crowd went wild as War boasted and flexed his muscles like a parade. Lust kept his composure as he threw his shirt at his audacious housemate. His seemingly frail frame fooled the bystanders as the sun kissed his solid and well-built torso.

A good portion of his back and chest were covered in small healed gashes that were the evidence of his weaponry trainings. He had kept his arms and hand clean from wounds as they were crucial to his music career. But the same couldn't be said about the rest of his body. It would take him hours to clean up his scars and blood stains from his clothes. They made him quite resistant to pain and the shock of getting hit.

Famine gawked at him from across the track. She hadn't expected him to be more than a pretty face and a smooth talker. War's minion went berserk.

"Aren't you glad I made you work out?" Wrath teased.

"Let's go," he cracked his knuckles.

"Hahaha… That's more like it!" War snarled and attempted to land the first punch.

Lust dodged it and pushed him to the ground. The sun made the metal rails boiling hot, War avoided them before balancing himself again, and angrily rammed his opponent's body like a goat. All those years of wrestling with Pride had finally paid off as he easily slammed the man's body to the ground and put his full weight on him before landing punches after punches.

War blocked them with his forearm; shielding his face from the attacks. Eventually, the pain had taken its toll on him and he decided to take a punch to the face before pushing Lust off of his chest. Famine closed her eyes as people kept on cheering for their friend. Wrath folded her arms and watched the fight patiently while yawning from now and then.

"Watch out!" a young girl called out.

As War rolled over to help himself up, his eyes widened he turned around to see what the audience's cry of warning was about. The bottom of Lust's shoes flashed before his eyes, and before he knew it, his body dropped and thumped in the middle of the train track. And with that, the round was over. Lust walked over to his friend effortlessly, put his shirt back on, and grabbed his phone and bike key.

The two sins strolled away to their vehicles as everyone else were struggling to fathom what had just happened.

*DING* *DING* *DING* *DING*

Another train could be seen approaching the platform as the body was still lying stiff on it. The crowd ran away to the other side and dispersed as their hero lie unconscious. His sister hauled him off to the safety zone in the nick of time and stared blankly at the train passing a foot away from them. She was at the brink of tears but managed to pull herself together and left his body by the road before going back to work.

"Uriel, I can explain," Famine begged.

"It's okay, you're not fired. Wrath explained what happened."

"Oh. Really? So, you're not mad?"

"No, of course not. You can take the rest of the day off. Settle your things and we can continue tomorrow," she smiled.

Famine walked out of the diner; dragging her feet and dreading the long walk home. That was when she saw Wrath leaning on her car with her arms folded and a shades on.

"Hop in, I'll drive you home," she ordered before getting in the car.