7 souls -1/2

*Soul of Sloth*

He chuckled, "hehehe, great chapter, author," he mumbled, eating convenience store food as he read the novel alone in his bedroom.

"The protagonist is really hardworking, haha," he thought, about to throw away the wrapper, when he paused.

"Wait, why is it so quiet?" He lived in a shared room, so the silence was strange, unlike the usual noise.

He got out of bed to check, but as he reached for the door, the lights went out.

"What the! A blackout?" he exclaimed, looking out the window at the dark.

"My phone," he muttered, grabbing it from the table and using the screen as a light.

But as he touched the doorknob, a strange feeling came over him, and his senses slowly fading.

"Wait... why am I sleepy..." he murmured, his voice fading as he lost consciousness.

~~~

*Soul of pride*

"What are you doing here?" he asked, staring at her.

"My Prince, your father summoned you," she replied. She was just a maid, speaking to the Crown Prince.

"Okay, leave. I'll be there in a minute," he said casually.

"Yes, Your Highness," the maid said respectfully, aware of the Crown Prince's pride and his demand for perfect deference.

"Hmm, what should I wear?" he wondered, looking through his large wardrobe.

"Okay, this will do." As he made his choice, a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his heart.

"Ughhh, what the!" he exclaimed, turning to see an assassin.

"Done," said a voice in his earpiece, connected to someone far away.

"Who the hell are you..." He didn't finish the sentence before he died.

As the maid closed the door...

"Hmm, what should..." she said, hearing a voice from inside.

Opening the door, she saw the prince lying with a sword in his heart.

"Wahhhhhhhhhh!!!"she screamed

~~~

*Soul of lust*

"Another girl," he muttered, exiting the love hotel.

He wondered, "How many girls is that this week?"

Chuckling, he took out his phone. "Being handsome, rich, and smart definitely has advantages."

He called his driver. "I'm at the mall. Come pick me up."

"Yes, sir. On my way," the driver answered.

"Okay," he said, looking around. He saw a group of girls across the street and walked toward them.

"Hey, ladies," he said, smiling charmingly.

"Hello!" the girls replied, excited.

"Can I get your num..." A truck suddenly hit him.

"Ahhhh!!!" the girls screamed, their faces turning pale.

~~~

*Soul of envy*

"That damn brother of mine!" he roared, tearing the test exam results to shreds.

"Ninety-fucking-nine out of one hundred, and they weren't even proud! Is my brother all they fucking see in this house?!" he screamed, being three years younger than his brother.

"Damn this goddamn household to hell!" As he was spitting those words, someone dared to knock on the door.

"WHAT IS IT?!" he barked, beyond irritated.

"Hey, you know I'm proud of you, y'know," his brother said, flashing that infuriating smile.

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" He slammed the door, but his brother, of course, caught it.

"Hey, why can't we return to the past?" he said sadly, dredging up those pathetic memories of how close they used to be.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! You think that because you aren't ignored..." he snarled. "Do you have any fucking idea how much I envy you?! Being the star, good at sports, a model student, smart, handsome, and tall. And me? Bad at sports, short… All I have is this damn face, which is ignored because I'm a fucking midget!" He smashed the door with all his might.

"I'm sorry," his brother whimpered from outside the door.

"Tsk," he spat, stumbling back to his bed. He suddenly felt a searing pain in his chest, like a goddamn heart attack.

"What the FUCK…?!" he gasped as the pain intensified, each wave more agonizing than the last.

"Hey, brother! BROTHER!" he screamed, not knowing his brother had already fucking left.

"Arghhh... ARGHHH…" He writhed in agony as his consciousness flickered and died.