#Prince of sin

[odessa-the-anathema]

VERY MILD THRONE OF SECRETS SPOILERS THIS POST! (I'm almost done but I'm trying to hold off)

Okay y'all, I know I usually engage in fandom in a more serious and analytical manner. And I complain to myself about other people not engaging with this universe in an analytical enough way (even though there's nothing wrong with that, I'm just peculiar about things!) But I'm gonna let myself be silly for a second.

Silly KOTW and Prince of Sin thoughts!

Go listen to "Lavish" by Twenty One Pilots and think of the Envy, Lust, Gluttony trio. (I love them so much) Really listen to the lyrics towards the end for a little classic demon prince spice lol. It kinda works for all of them but ESPECIALLY that trio. (If someone made an animatic of this, you might very well have my hand in marriage)

I wanna see the demon princes + companions play Among Us. It would be really, really funny.

I also realized that out of all the card games, the Demon Princes can't play Bullshit. Except for Envy. But he can't even because that would reveal that he can lie.

I highly doubt it judging from what Sloth's reading tastes seem to be, but I like to imagine him and Emilia fangirling about their fav romance novels.

I can see Vittoria flirting with Val and Val being verrrry unnerved by it.

Head Canon: Val and Blade are going to hook up at some point. The forbidden nature of it is going to fuel Val's sin and Blade just isn't going to be able to help himself (Edit: I was HORRENDOUSLY wrong, Val indulging with the witch instead. YAY MORE LESBIANS!!! 🔥)

Another head Canon: Gluttony has used silk to make a little baby harness thing to carry dragon hatchlings in on his front. And been totally nonchalant about it. He's a prince, he's got things to do, also needs to keep an eye on the little ones.

I wanna see the demon princes play Jenga. Again, hilarity would ensue.

More on the way I assure you!

[litnerdwrites]

Headcanons- Euphemia

A/N: I'm working on the next chapter of Clandestine affairs, but I also have other stuff going on, like exams coming up, so it's slow going. Until then, have some Demon family headcannons, mostly centred around Euphemia, and her relationship with her uncles. If any of you have any prompts you want me to write some short headcannons for, send them in, and I'll answer them as between fic updates. They could be about either Euphemia, the demon princes, Emilia, etc.

TW: None. Just fluff.

🎀 Sloth pretends he doesn't like looking after Euphemia, but secretly adores curling up in a cozy arm chair and reading her fairy tales.

🎀 Euphemia, as we find out in 'Want it' is like a magpie. As a child, she got easily distracted by anything that glittered, and tried stealing her father and uncles' house daggers, and succeeded, on more than one occasion.

🎀 Euphemia doesn't like the crescent Shallows. At all. Emilia tried taking her there to teach her to swim, since it felt like the safest place to do so, only for her begin wailing. It took hours to console her, and she wouldn't sleep in her own room for weeks. She also clung closer to Wrath during this time, scared Emilia would take her back to the shallows. This still hurts Emilia a lot.

🎀 She painted Camilla a picture of her and Envy as a present, and while it was about what you'd expect from a children's drawing, Camillia got teary at the sight of it. She hung it in their chambers and refused to let anyone touch it, even insisting on cleaning the frame herself.

🎀 Adriana is secretly very sweet to Euphemia, when nobody else is around. She even sneaks her a treat or two from the desert table before dinner, when nobody else is looking. It makes Gluttony feel betrayed.

🎀 Euphemia wasn't allowed to visit House Lust, Gluttony, or Greed for a long time, for obvious reasons. As she grew, and as his brothers pestered him, Wrath relented and allowed Eupheima to visit House Gluttony, and Greed, on the condition that anything inappropriate for her age was to be out of sight during her visit. Lust complains about being the odd one out.

🎀 Eupheima's a daddy's girl. Through and through.

🎀 People say that The Devil, and seven demon princes rule the underworld from their houses of debauchery and sin, but those who reside in the Seven Circles know better. The young Princess of House Wrath is the one who has the real power.

🎀 Euphie was first given her nickname by Sloth when she first called him by name. Her first word was 'Mama' but her second was 'Lo'. Wrath wasn't pleased by this.

🎀 She calls Anir her Uncle, and he secretly takes her into town sometimes. He gets her anything her little heart desires, even if it drives Emilia up a wall to see her drowning in sweets before dinner.

🎀 The quality Euphemia loves most about herself is her hair. She loves having it styled in all different ways, with ornaments, tiaras, cuffs, and clips.

🎀 Euphemia read one of her mother's romance novels once, and the character in it had a braided coronet. It's since become her own favourite hairstyle.

🎀 Euphemia came across a Church Grim by the gates of Hell while visiting The Sin Corridor with her Celestia, and decided to keep it. She named her Frost.

🎀 Speaking of Frost, there are three thrones in House Wrath's Throne room, and one large, lush pillow from House Lust, beside the smallest throne. The perfect size for a wolf to lay on no matter how much she grows.

🎀 Frost also has her own box of ribbons and collars, which she loves. Frost is as much of a girly girl as Euphiemia is, only she turn up her nose at the thought of getting dirty, while Euphie, despite loving frills, ribbons and dressing up, has an adventurer's heart, and often comes back from playing outside scraped and covered in dirt.

🎀 Sometimes Euphemia worries that Vittoria doesn't like her, since she doesn't allow her to visit House Vengeance, even if Emilia comes with her.

🎀 Euphie believes that even though the don't always say it, each of her Uncles loves her in different ways. They each give her something irreplaceable. 🎀 Lust is that one Uncle who was so excited to finally have a nibling, even though he had no clue how to even hold her. Had Euphemia not been in his arms at the time, Wrath would've tackled him for how he held his newborn daughter.

🎀 Once, Euphemia tried to use her mother's make up, only to end up scaring the life out of Anir, who even unsheathed his knife before realising it was the princess. Emilia was more shocked to see that the state of her vanity.

🎀 She was even more shocked to see the things Euphemia had written on the mirror with make up. She used rouge to write out 'I am beautiful' and some kohl to add 'I am powerful'. Apparently Pride taught her to do this, to help with self confidence. Emilia had Wrath deliver Pride some Cannolis immediately.

🎀 Gluttony happily spent ages just pinching her cheeks and cooing over her when Wrath brought her to visit. His excuse was that it was his sin, and that he couldn't help but want to indulge more in her cuteness.

I'll leave it at this for now, but if you want any more, let me know. These are fun to come up with. Also, feel free to let me know if you have any headcannons for Euphie, or even the princes as uncles.

[princeofsinweek]

Day 1 - Wrath/All Is Fair In Love And War

Please let me know if I missed anyone! Loved all the post for Day 1! Next up Prince Pride!

Header art by @afandomangel

Headcanons

KOTW Incorrect Quotes pt. 1 - Wrath x Emilia by @riverkaterina

Mood Boards

Day 1, "All is fair in love & war." by @badomenwhump

Fics:

Worthy - Platonic!Wrath x daughter!reader by @litnerdwrites

Fight Night - Wrath x OC!Evelynn by @afandomangel

If He Wanted War, Wrath Shall Bring It - Wrath x M!Reader by @afandomangel

[maepolzine]

My Thoughts on Throne of Secrets (Prince of Sin, Book 2) by Kerri Maniscalco

Sharing my thoughts on Throne of Secrets, the second installment in the Prince of Sin series, by Kerri Maniscalco

The second installment of the Prince of Sin series by Kerri Maniscalco has been released, called Throne of Secrets. Each book in this series follows one of the Princes of Sin: Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Sloth, and Greed. Wrath is not included, as he already had his own series called Kingdom of the Wicked. Each book centers around them finding love and dealing with a curse that is infecting…

[princeofsinweek]

Love this! Credit to @morgana0anagrom

I'm thrilled to finally share this artwork with you guys. A while back I painted overlay artworks for @readingportal there are five more I have yet to share. I will be sharing those artworks a lot sooner on my PATREON, and many more. which includes sketches, wips, exclusive content, and artworks that might not see the light. I wouldn't miss it if I were you xoxo

https://www.patreon.com/morgana0anagrom

characters belong to @kerrimaniscalco

[idolomantises]

Okay so a surprising number of people are expecting Lili to cheat on Sera and sleep with Prince because of that last comic. I didn’t.. expect that.

[odessa-the-anathema]

Theory about House Sloth! Also light analysis of the animals of each House of Sin

Very excited to put my wildlife biology info to use

I love Lo, and I'm completely and utterly fascinated at his lack of ego and the fact he's the only one so far to openly/readily admit his sin is a burden and that he's not a fan of it.

But that's for perhaps another post. This is about his house sigil/animal!

Gluttony is dragons, Envy is wolves, Wrath is a snake, Pride is a lion, Greed is a frog

First thought is obviously "wouldn't his animal be a... yk, sloth?"

Right, but humanity didn't discover sloths until 1788, and while they can mess you up, I doubt he'd choose an animal just bc "slow"

The other animals make sense. Dragons are massive, beautiful creatures, allowing you to indulge in their beauty before they gorge themselves possibly on your corpse. Greed says himself that Frogs are greedy little things. (More support for my Greed is different theory, so far the only house animal that isn't at the tertiary level of the food chain in a lot of circumstances.) Wolves aren't as intuitive for Envy, but perhaps it's their territorial nature combined with their need to be in a pack, since Envy and his court value their bond so strongly. Similar thing with snakes for Wrath, but it does make sense when you think about it. They can be sneaky but also make big gestures to ward off predators, showing mercy that Wrath apparently tends to show, before taking down their targets with brutal efficiency whether it be venom or suffocation. Once the venom is in your body (unless you're a honey badger bc they're built different) you can't do much, and the more venomous snakes can take you out in minutes. There's one snake dubbed "the ten pacer" because it's said after a bite, you'll be dead in ten paces. And as for constrictors? If you're their prey, bite and scratch all you want but once they've got you in their hold you're not getting out alive. (Yes some snakes aren't tertiary levels at the food chain but a good amount of them are, like black mambas off the top of my head) Lions, along with some other animals but the vibes just stand out with them, rely on physical features not only to attract mates but also assert dominance. Lion prides are also kinda like harems? For the laymen, one man at the top and all his bitches. From what we've heard about Pride, checks out. They roar, letting all hear their power, and preen like cats. That's Luc for ya

So what do I think is Lo's house animal? Owls!

His motto is books before men, and he seeks knowledge above all else, and owls represent wisdom. Owls are also birds of prey, therefore skilled and dangerous hunters, which would represent the sentiment that House Sloth will fight as fiercely as any other House Of Sin and he still takes pleasure in laying his enemies low. Also, owls spit up owl pellets, the unnecessary parts of their prey they can't digest. While Lo does make a comment about getting the work he wants to do slowly, he also seems like the type to be smart enough to only exert as much energy as needed for a given task. Unlike his more theatrical brothers. And owls don't waste energy digesting parts of prey that won't be that nutritionally beneficial. So that's my theory!

[litnerdwrites]

I was out all day yesterday, so I couldn't upload it then, so here it is now. Day seven, extended version. I do have plans to make this a series, and once I have all three series planned out, I'll be sure to ask who's you want to see first. Be sure to look out for more Euphemia content until then too. On a side note, did anyone see Kerri's stories, where she was scrolling through the first few pages of Throne of Secrets. We got a glimpse at the first couple of pages and honestly, ever teaser just makes me more impatient to read it.

This is probably my favourite piece, and the longest that I've written. Even though it's extended, there's so much more that I wanted to add, that I'll probably put into the series. I really loved writing Lust, and trying to balance gentle, romantic side with his lustful, jovial one. Although, I don't think there was much room for the latter here but I'll be sure to give it ago in the series. What are some of your favourite Lust moments from the trilogy? Let me know! @princeofsinweek

Day 7: Lust/Lover

Speak Now - Lust x OC

WC:4,077

TW: Almost forced marriage, abuse (father striking his daughter, plus forced fiancé hurting bride), mentioned death of a parent, mentioned canon typical violence.

Amara was stone faced as her ladies maids tittered around her, tugging, tucking and tidying up her hair in preparation. They had tried to make smalltalk at first, but when she didn’t respond, they quickly gave up. 

She wanted to grimace at her reflection. She wanted to tear the pins and veil from her hair. She wanted to smear the makeup from her face, even if she had to break a few nails and tear her skin to do it. She wanted to rip the silk and lace from her body, and throw it to the pigs. 

She wanted to run.

But she couldn’t. 

All because she had nowhere to go. Noone to turn to. 

The gown itself was classic. An a-line gown made of silk, with a sweetheart neckline, and thick lace sleeves. The ivy patterned lace reached right to where her neck met her head, and somehow managed to irritate her skin. Yet, despite her growing discomfort, she remained like a statue, even as the maids began wondering if she even lived or not. 

“You will wed the Prince, and you will finally make yourself useful to me,” 

Even as it echoed in her own mind, her father’s voice remained harsh, arguably colder than even the northernmost flaming tombs. It became his usual attitude after her mother had been killed by who Amara now knew was the Goddess of Death in an act of vengeance. The father she knew and loved lasted until the funeral, but once people began moving on with their lives, things began to change. Gone was the gentle, doting father she knew, and in his place was a shell of a man who only sought power and fame. 

Even at the expense of his own daughter.

Part of her, thinking back to that night, when she felt as though things had turned around for her. 

Growing sick of the scent of alcohol and sex in her home, she’d wandered to one of the many cliff sides in Palermo. 

She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there, eyes locked on the crashing waves below, but not really looking at them. 

It would be so easy to just… Push herself forward, and let herself fall. So, so easy. 

But, before she could properly contemplate the idea, he was pulled from her  thoughts by the distant sound of music. As if in a trance, she made her way down the side of the cliff wondering if it was the cold, or anticipation that had her limbs trembling. What she hadn’t expected was to find a bonfire, and a single male dancing on the beach. 

The sculptures that nobles commissioned from renowned artisans to line their overly elaborate halls must’ve been inspired by the man. His skin was gold, and hair dark. His charcoal eyes seemed to glow under the light of a flaming circlet that wrapped around his head. Yet, somehow, she got the impression that if she met his gaze, she’d feel like she was trapped in a darkened abys

se of desire. 

“If you like what you see, then why not join?” The male’s voice jolted her from her thoughts. 

He had been across the beach a moment ago, but now he stood right in front of her. Too close. His face was too close, as he bent at the waist to examine her. It was only then, when she felt that flaming circlet flicker against her forehead that she realized how… Wrong- no. Not wrong. How… Strange it was. 

“Doesn’t your head get hot during the summer?” she had blurted out, before slapping a hand over her mouth. 

The man’s eyes widened, and he had jerked back, clearly surprised by the question. He observed her, eyes narrowing somewhat, before leaning back, letting his lips spread into a grin.

“There are no summers where I’m from,” he shrugged. She blinked up at him, hands still pressed to her mouth, but eyes wide and curious. He seemed so jovial when she first saw him, then he looked like he could see all of her secrets laid bare, before going back to seeming like he was having fun. “Should you not be more concerned by this?” he cocked his head to the side.

Amara dropped her hands from her mouth, and blinked up at him again. After a few moments under his expectant gaze, she raised a brow, and rocked on the soles of her feet, answering with a shrug. “No. My mother was a witch,” 

Lust’s brows shot up. 

“You seem remarkably comfortable sharing that, when all it would take is the wrong person overhearing for you to be condemned,” 

“You aren’t exactly human either, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she pointed out, “I know enough about malvagi to know that if you wanted me dead, I’d be dead. Clearly, you don’t. Not as of yet, anyway,” 

Lust’s brows shot up again, as he circled her. 

Amara held her chin high, eyes tracking the male. 

Silence stretched on for what felt like hours, though was likely only minutes.

“Do you know who I am, Stella Stregah?” he finally asked.

“A Malvagi,” she stated, matter of factly, before looking behind him, “Why are you having a bonfire all alone?” 

“Would you care to join me?” was the only response he gave.

“Will you attempt to use your powers on me?” she asked.

“Dance with me, and perhaps you’ll find out,” the demon bowed at the waist, offering his hand to her. 

Amara eyed him skeptically, but shrugged and accepted.

Music filled her ear again, though there was no discernible source, as the demon guided her through the steps. Amara let him. She followed his lead, though never once made eye contact with the demon. 

“Which one are you?” 

“I am the Prince of Lust,” 

She narrowed her eyes on him. Taking a moment to examine herself, and thinking over their interactions thus far. It didn’t seem like he used his powers on her.

“Why haven’t you tried to influence me with your sin, yet?” 

“Believe me, I’ve been trying,” Lust huffs. 

“What?”

“Our powers can only inflate emotions that are already present. When I reached out to inflate yours, I sensed no emotion to inflate. Either you truly feel nothing, or they’re so deeply buried that even I can’t find them,” 

“I…See,” 

“Is that why you considered jumping from the cliff, Stella Stregah?” 

Lust raised a brow, examining the way her face scrunched. 

“That’s not your concern, Malvagi.” Amara snapped, moving to pull away.

He chuckled, yanking her into a spin, before she could, then caught her, and pushed her into a dip, hand cupping the thigh of her raised leg. His face was mear inches from hers.

“No need to be so wrathful, little witch. Let go of your troubles for a night. Release those pent up feelings and give in to your desires,” 

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she told him, point blank. 

“I never said you should. Not unless those are your desires,” Lust shrugged, not rising from the dip, letting his hand trail down her leg, “Dance. Drink,” she glanced behind him to see a table of drinks and food she hadn’t noticed before, and on the other side, comfortable looking chairs were laid out around the bonfire, “Rest. Talk. Sing. Give into whatever brings your pleasure,” 

“You mean to feed your sin,” 

“Perhaps. But can you deny that giving in to pleasure, forgetting what ails you, even for a single night, would be bad?” 

It wouldn’t. She knew it wouldn’t. 

“Surely you have plenty of people available to feed your sin,” 

“Yet I crave you,” 

Amara’s eyes narrowed. 

“If I give into pleasure, you won’t use your sin on me?” 

“Not unless you ask, little witch,” 

“Then it’s a deal. Just for tonight.” 

“Just for tonight.” 

It hadn’t been just for a night. 

She had returned two nights later, and made the same deal again, swearing it was the last time. Then again. And again. And again. And again. 

Eventually, she gave into more and more of her desires, spending more than a couple of those nights with him making love on the beach, or in a cave. One time, he’d even appeared in her bedroom while her father was out drinking. Lust had wrinkled his nose when he appeared, be it at the sorry state of the place she lived in, or the clear evidence of her father’s vices, despite his  own position, she couldn’t tell. 

Eventually, she’d found herself coming to enjoy the jovial prince’s company. Perhaps it was unwise to do so, given what she knew of the malvagi, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Even as she began to desire more than just his body. Instead, she longed for tender nights where he held her by the fire after a particularly vigorous session of love making in a cave. 

Foolishly, she longed for the scowl he gave at her proposal to roast marshmallows over his flaming crown, before reluctantly agreeing if only she never shared it with her brothers, only to watch her oh, so tenderly as she made s’mores for them. Above all, she longed for the high she felt in his presence, which she recently learned wasn’t due to his sin, but rather her own feelings, and delusions.

That was all it was. Delusions. 

Princes of Hell are content to rule alone, with no desire to share their power with anyone. 

Now, at least she had her memories to hold onto as she got married. Then, when Prince Zarus would transform her into one of his own at the reception, right before injecting her with his venom, she’d likely lose all senses, or memories of her Prince. Perhaps that would be the mercy. To forget all of it, and be lost in the oblivion for the rest of eternity. 

A sharp knock snaps her from her thoughts. In the mirror, she watched the lady’s maids quickly shuffle out, but glanced away at her father’s entry. She refused to even look at him. 

He, obviously, noticed this too, but for once, did not strike her. Instead, he examined her.

“You don’t look like a whore, for once,” he comments. Amara said nothing. “Don’t look so sullen when you walk down the aisle. You are to wed royalty, and if you wish for comfort in your new life, do not let the prince tire of you.” 

“Don’t pretend this is for me,” she whispers, “All this is so you can gain wealth, power and immortality. You care nothing for how I feel about the matter.” Tears well in her eyes as she gazes at her reflection, feeling like an imposter. 

Her father approached, ignoring her flinch as he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning beside her head to watch her in the mirror.  

She refused to meet his gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re the precious,” his hands squeezed uncomfortably tight, voice strained, “daughter that my wife left behind before she died. I am merely doing what is best, so that you might live a life of comfort,” 

Amara wanted to retort. To hurl insults and decor at him, but knew the guards would happily inject her before the wedding started, upon their Prince’s orders, and drag her down the aisle in that state of euphoria if that’s what it took. She didn’t want that. She wanted to put it off as long as she could. Yet, she also wanted to be rid of her father. 

Mercifully, another knock at the door dragged her father away with one, final, painful squeeze of her shoulders. 

She barely noticed the newcomer enter after her father, the woman draped in silver, emanating a familiar sensuality. Amara’s eyes snapped to hers as she pressed a finger to her lips. A slip of paper drops in front of her, before she uses transvenio to make her escape. 

Eyes wide, Amara reaches for the paper, slowly unfolding it. 

My dearest Amara, You don’t have to say yes. Meet at the back door and I can take you away from here, somewhere you’d be happy. I’d give absolutely anything for that, so I ask that if you wish to escape this, then come find me. I’ll be there until the reception ends.  Forever yours, Prince Lust. 

The message burst into flames, leaving behind a slip of paper with a map drawn on it. It appeared to lead from her room to the place he was waiting. The only issue were the guards outside her room. With furrowed brows, she shoved the paper into her pocket, hoping she’d have a chance on the way to the altar. 

Finally, when her father came to collect her, she walked to the end of the hall. 

“Father. I- I forgot my necklace! Could you go back and get it?” 

“Just leave it, before we’re late,” he assures, with thinly veiled irritation and faux kindness.

“But it was a gift from the Prince. He’d be terribly angry if I don’t,” she tried.

Her father raised a brow, but nodded to the guards, who turned back. She and her father had watched them head back up the hall, to her room, before she turned on her heel, reaching for the paper. She’d made it halfway up the hall before a firm grip pulled her back. 

“Where do you think you’re-” he noticed the paper. His eyes slid over the map, narrowing on it. Before she knew what was happening, a sharp sting was felt across her face, strong enough to send her to the ground, “You whore! You think you can escape this? You think you can embarrass me?!”

She shrank under his ire, more tears welling in his eyes. 

“I- I’m sorry-”

He yanked her up by the arm. 

“No. But you will be. Just you wait until the reception is over,” he hissed, “Now compose yourself,” 

She did her best as they stood in the hallway, certain that the guards heard everything. A put of dread opened up in her stomach and minutes ticked by far too slowly, yet far too quickly at the same time. Each second was like a step towards the gallows. 

She barely processed the guard’s return or her father clasping the necklace around her. She didn’t bother to hide her stiffness, or heartbreak, even as her father snapped at her to smile. As far as she was concerned, this was as good as walking to the executioner’s block. 

The doors to the throne room opened, revealing the altar, where the immortal throne, where Zarus, sat at the end of an aisle laid with red and black petals. 

Amara didn’t care much what plant they were from, only that it felt like a mocking reminder that the path to her future was scattered with more and more burdens to laden her shoulders. 

She didn’t notice when she got to the altar.

She didn’t acknowledge the priest, or her fiance. 

She stood in stony silence, with the eyes of bloodsucking monsters pinned to her. 

The lines she dreaded most were coming.

She hardly felt like she could breath, much less speak. 

She wanted to run.

She had to run.

She needed to run. 

Run. 

Run.

Ru-

“Do you, Amara Willows, take Prince Zarus to be your Prince and your husband, and to serve him and his court, for the rest of eternity?” 

Her throat dried up. 

She couldn’t speak.

“Amara?” a distant voice called.

She couldn't discern who.

She could feel her father’s harsh glare on her, and the Prince’s hand tightening on hers. 

“Amare Willows, do you take-” 

She couldn’t take it. She ran. Amara practically jumped off the altar, gown bunched in her hands, as she raced for the doors. There was yelling, and she felt pain in her foot as she stumbled, shoe falling off in the process, but she refused to acknowledge the pain as she made for the doors. It only really sunk in as two guards caught her arms in a bruising grip.

“Let me-” 

“Aren’t you supposed to ask those with objections to ‘speak now’ or some bullshit?” 

Amara’s head snapped towards the door at the familiar voice. Charcoal eyes met her own, and the flames that circled his head flickered somewhat brighter. As per usual, he wore an embroidered suit jacket and pants, foregoing the shirt. 

It was him. 

He was here. 

Her prince was here. 

“There is none in this court who would dare object to their Prince’s union,” scowled Zarus. 

“Luckily I’m not part of this court then,” Lust grins, ever the jovial one, “So allow me to say with all sincerity in my non-existent heart,” he mocked, only, there was something different. His eyes had an intensity about them that she’d never seen before, “that I object,” 

“Lu-” she tried to reach out, only for Zarus to appear in front of her. 

The guards back off when Zarus grabs her wrist. 

“On what grounds? You have no right to interfere in our affairs,”  

“I do when you take a member of my court,” 

“My daughter has never been a member of your vile court!” Her father interrupted, his face going red, from embarrassment or rage, she couldn’t tell. 

“You see, that’s where you're wrong,” Lust starts, as he begins his way up the aisle, “She and I had made a deal, that involved her allowing me to fuel my sin through her several times a week. Marrying you would prevent her from holding up her end of the bargain,” 

Her eyes widened as she recalled the deal she made, time and time again. 

“Each corner of The Underworld has its own set of laws. Human law, the law of the Shifting Isles, dictates that a woman may not enter such agreements without her father or husband’s consent, deferring only to their female line in the absence of a male relative,” her father snapped. 

“Yes, however, each law can be overturned by The King,” 

“Not without valid reason to-” 

“And there is,” a new voice called. 

The man who just entered is burly, with dark hair, tied back with leather, and upswept, dark eyes. A scar is carved through his right cheek, a silver gleam against his darker features, and fine black suite. Despite how bored the man seems, the way his hand remains in reach of what appears to be a dagger’s sheath makes it clear that he’s been assessing everything with a warrior’s eye. He came prepared for violence. 

Lust told her about him before. Anir. The King’s second. 

“Consent is the most important aspect of courtship and marriage. Yet your bride doesn’t appear to want to be here at all,” Lust muses.

“What nonsense-” her father snapped, but was cut off by a withering glare from Anir. 

“The King has asked me to confirm this. If it is true, then he’s willing to recognise House Lust’s claim of the woman, and has ordered me to leave behind a declaration of war as a result,” Anir holds an envelope between two fingers. 

“This is ridiculous-” her father attempted again, only to be cut off again.

“Of course my bride wishes to be here,” Zarus turns from Anir to Amara, grip tightening painfully on her wrist, “don’t you?”��

Amara winces, unable to speak from the strength with which he was holding her. Anir examined her, waiting, but the pain in her wrist became too much. She was sure he was crushing the bone, even before she heard a snapping sound coming from there. She wanted to cry out, only for the pressure on her wrist to vanish in a moment. 

That was the moment the petals scattered on the aisle started coming closer. It was as if she was falling.

It wasn’t until warm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to a warm chest, that she saw Lust kneeling beside her. Through her gaze, though blurred with unshed tears, she noticed a female demon, the one from before, gripping the Prince’s hand almost as tightly as he did her’s. Tighter perhaps. 

A warm hand gently guided her face away from the sight, so that she might meet the gaze of her prince instead. 

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t make it,” she whispered, thinking to her failed attempt at escape,” 

“It’s okay, little witch. I’m here now,” Lust whispers, cradling your body. 

You turn to see the man, Anir, approaching too. His gaze is calculating as he observes you, likely trying to figure out what to report to his prince. 

“What’s important now is that you’re honest,” he tells you sternly, though not unkindly, “If you don’t wish to marry Zarus, speak now, Miss Willows,” 

Her heart races at his words, at the opportunity to escape. She wants to reach for it, to grasp it but-

“But where will I go?” she asks weakly. 

Lust, who was cradling her wounded wrist in his hand, smiled gently at her. Like he had many times before. 

“You’ll come with me,” he whispered. 

“But why? You have so many demons to feed your sin, so why-” 

“Because I want you,” he reminds her, “I’ll tell you as many times as you need. I want you. Not anybody else,” he leans down to your ear, “Come back with me, to House Lust. Join my court officially. Be mine. Let me make you my princess, and then be mine. Mine for eternity,” 

“Lust-” 

“Hush. Let me finish,” he waits for you to nod before speaking, “In return, I’ll give you all the comfort and pleasure you want. I won’t have dalliances with anyone else. I won’t look at anyone else. Nobody but you. I’ll give you whatever your heart desires, if you just say ‘yes’” 

He’s practically begging, in front of the entire vampire court, and his brother’s second, no less. 

You don’t bother to contain your tears as you lean up, wrapping your good arm around him. 

“Miss Willows-” Anir begins. 

“Amara, I forbid-” 

“Yes,” she manages to get out through her sobs, not breaking your gaze from Lust’s, “I want to go to House Lust. I want to leave this place,”

Anir nods, beginning to address the room again, but you pay it no mind. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Lust’s shoulders, mindful of the injured wrist, and buried your face there. The demon from earlier tried to console her, only for Lust to wave her away. He could feel her emotions. The fear, and heartache for her situation, all overshadowed by relife, joy, and desire for her freedom, for Lust. He felt no need to inflate it, instead, he gently encouraged her to let it out however she needed. 

It was only when Lust deposited her on a bed covered in deep plum silks, and overly stuffed pillows.

“Care for a bath?” he asked.

“As long as it stays one. I’m far too tired to do anything right now,” she murmured to him.

Lust chuckled, but agreed, as he helped her from, what he called, an inordinate amount of fabric, as she giggled and reminded him that it was only two layers.

“Two layers too many,” he huffed, before tearing the dress from her body and depositing her in the bat. 

While she soaked, Lust gently wiped the makeup from her face, before pressing a kiss to her temple. He brought some ointment and bandages for her wrist, silently wrapping it, before carrying her back to bed.

“If you don’t wish to sleep bare, I could have some night clothes brought,” he gently offered, as he helped her dry off.

Amara shook her head.

“I’ve slept beside you, naked, in caves, and on sand. I think I’ll be fine to do so while wrapped in the most comfortable silks I’ve ever seen,” she assured.

Lust smiled, nodding, before reaching for something from the bedside.

“I only wish for your comfort, little witch, before I make good on one of my promises,” 

Amara blushed at the reminder.

“You don’t-”

He ignored her as he took a ring in one hand, hew good wrist in the other. 

“I want to. Let me make you my princess. My fiance. My only lover,”

She stared at him, noting sincerity in his dark eyes. Amara nodded.  

“Then, from now until eternity, be mine, Lust,” 

Lust slid the ring to her finger, then pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mine,” he nipped at her.

She giggled, and nipped back.  

“Mine,” 

[princeofsinweek]

Day 2 - Pride/Reflections and Ego

Not going to lie, the Prince of Pride's Day was really, really good! Next up, Prince Envy!

Please let me know if I missed anyone!

Header art by @afandomangel

Mood Board

Day 2, "Reflections & Ego." by @badomenwhump

Fics

Shattered Reflection- Pride X Wife! Reader by @litnerdwrites

Sworn Enemies Pt 1 - Pride x OC!Lydia by @afandomangel

Sworn Enemies Pt 2 - Pride x OC!Lydia by @afandomangel

Smut

Let Me Show You Pride x Reader by @afandomangel

[eliseliedl]

Divinity Original Sin 2's companions portraits in Baldur's Gate 3 art by Jane Katsubo

[aarafox]

kinda meant a lot to me that he said this lol, after they made fun of him and Stolas back at Ozzie's

[swerellind]

a minute ago I spied on him and the red princess

[angelic--sinners]

Oh yeah

Leviathan design!

Big deep sea serpent who drowns sinners in the sea of jealousy and feasts on their negativities, transforming them into demons of the ring of Envy (i think).

Color palette inspiration was from @color-palettes !

[odessa-the-anathema]

Today I bring to youuuu 🥁🥁🥁🥁

KOTW INCORRECT QUOTES!!

Wrath x Emilia edition, more coming in the future (envy x Camilla and just general character ones)

Emilia: Why can’t we all just get along?

Wrath: Because most of us are assholes, Emilia.

Wrath: I think we should kiss.

Emilia: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

Wrath: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Emilia: AS ENEMIES?!

Wrath: ...

Wrath: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Emilia: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Wrath: I said within reason, Emilia. How about I murder that guy?

Emilia: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Wrath: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Emilia: Wrath and I are no longer dating.

Wrath: Emilia, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Wrath: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

Wrath: A stab wound.

Emilia: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Emilia: One... two... three.

Wrath: ...

Emilia: ...

Emilia: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

Cop: Can you describe the person who stabbed you?

Wrath: Lithe, spirited, outgoing, and not afraid to speak her mind. She was a raw sexual force and she knew it. She was a dandelion fluff on a summer day, gone in an instant, leaving you with nothing but a memory of her touch and the faint taste of strawberries on your lips.

Cop: …Great, we have a motive, but we still need a description.

Emilia: We all have our demons.

Emilia, grabbing Wrath: This one’s mine.

Wrath, admiring a sleeping Emilia: You’re so cute.

Emilia, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Wrath, lovingly: I know.

Wrath: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Emilia: That sounds like a dare to me.

Wrath: Oh my god.

Wrath: I could kill you if I wanted.

Emilia: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Emilia: Wrath, we tried things your way.

Wrath: No, we didn't.

Emilia: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Emilia: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Wrath: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

Wrath: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Emilia, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

Emilia: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Wrath: That's hypothermia.

Emilia: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

Wrath and Emilia: I am so horny and angry all the time.

Emilia: Hi.

Fauna: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him?

Emilia: I did.

Fauna: And what did he say?

Emilia: “Thank you.”

Fauna: You’re totally welcome. What’d he say?

Emilia: he said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Wrath said, “Thank you.”

Emilia: You’re alive.

Wrath: No need to sound so disappointed. (This one is kind of cheating bc in the first book literally "I thought you were dead" "sorry to disappoint you, witch.")

Emilia: My hands are cold.

Wrath: Here, let me hold them.

Emilia: My lips are cold too.

Wrath: *covers Emilia's mouth with his hand*

Wrath: *Turns on the kitchen light*

Emilia: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Wrath: It’s four in the morning.

Emilia: Turn the light back off.

Wrath: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Emilia blushing: Okay.

Vittoria: It's fucking summer.

Emilia: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Wrath: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Emilia: But you’re always acting stupid?

Wrath: ...

Wrath: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Emilia: Go to hell!

Wrath: Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.

Wrath: Punch me in the face.

Emilia: ...Punch you?

Wrath: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?

Emilia: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Wrath: I love you

Emilia: how many people have you said that to?

Wrath: everyone

Emilia: what?

Wrath: I told everyone that I love you

[litnerdwrites]

It's finally time! @princeofsinweek 2024 is finally here! I've worked hard on these pieces and I can't wait to share them with you. As always, please be nice!

Day 1: Wrath/All is fair in love and war

Worthy - Platonic!Wrath x daughter!Reader

WC:2,253

TW: Canon typical violence, trauma from witnessing canon typical violence, description charred corpses.

Index: 'Stellina' means 'Little Star' in Italian, and is a term of endearment.

Spoilers for KOTW/ slightly for TOTF

A hand flies to your mouth, and a moment later, you’re sprinting from the bed, and into the adjacent bathroom. You barely process the burning in your knees as you fall to the tiled floor and throw your head into the toilet bowl a moment before your dinner comes back up. Strange, strangled noises escape your throat, despite how hard you try to repress them, fearing someone would come running, and tears gather, as you choke out a sob with every heaved breath. 

Some logical part of your mind understands that the scent of burning flesh isn’t real. Or that you aren’t looking at the charred remains of witches, bodies moments away from turning to ash, and sockets nothing but dark, empty voids. Yet, every breath you try to take through your nose, or moment you spend with your eyes closed, has you shoving your head back into the toilet as retch until you finally throw up. 

Once you feel your stomach has been emptied of its contents, you push yourself up and go about the same, mind numbing routine you endure every night in ridding the evidence of your… Condition. 

Flush the toilet. Wash your hands.

Brush your teeth. 

Drink water.

You barely process going through the motions, with the squeak of the tap, rushing of water, and sound of the tooth brushing against your teeth being the only markers you have to indicate time passed. 

Flush. Wash. Brush. Drink. Flush. Wash. Brush. Drink. Flush. Wash. Brush. Drink. Flush. Fire. Wash. Brush. Drink. Screams. Flush wash. Brush drink. Fear. Flush wash. Brush death drink. Flush wash. Battle cries. Brush drink. Flush wash. Witches. Brush drink. Flush wash. Brush drink. Flush wash cinders brush drink. Flush wash brush death drink. Flush wash brush drink fire. Flush wash hollow brush drink. Flush wash eyes gone brush drink. Flush wash blood brush drink. Flush fire wash brush death drink. Flushfirewashbrush drink death flush drinkwash burn brush drinkdeath wash brush witches flush drinkdeath washwitchflushfire brusheyesdrinkhollow flushpainbrushdrinksblooddrinkmagicflushbloodfirescreamsscreamswashbrushdrinkeyesfiresocketsdeath-

“Y/N?” 

A pained yelp escapes you, as the sudden, familiar, voice brings you back to the present, and you pull your hands from under the scalding water.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”  

You clutch the side of the sink, heart stuttering in your chest as your eyes dart around the dimly lit bathroom. He’ll know if I’m lying. But I can’t tell him the truth… You worry at your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“S-Sorry! I was careless, and touched the scalding water!” you call back, willing your voice not to tremble. 

“Are you alright? Wash up quickly and come out, so I can ice the part that hurts,” Wrath calls back. 

You curse yourself for forgetting about his ice magic, but realize that there’s no use arguing with him. Not when he begins fretting. 

“Okay, dad,” you call back, before freshening up. 

Your mind races as you clean up, trying to figure out what to say if he asks you what’s wrong. You can’t lie to him. He’ll know. He’ll know. He’ll know. He’ll know he’ll know he’ll know he’ll- 

The tap turns off again, and you begin drying your hands with a towel before taking one last steadying breath. You do your best to keep your steps even as you cross your bedroom, to the antichamber, that also serves as your receiving room. 

“Dad?” 

Wrath’s brows furrow as he takes you in. You do your best not to stiffen under his assessing gaze. 

“Let me see,” he demands, not unkindly. 

You nod, taking a seat on the couch across from him and holding your hands out to him. Wrath takes them, encompassing both in his own, larger, rougher hands, as he calls just a bit of magic to cool your skin. The ice is a balm over your red hot skin. You let out a tiny sigh as your father soothes your pain, while Wrath lets his eyes soften somewhat at the sight. 

“Thanks,” you whisper. 

“Of course, Stellina. Just be more careful next time, alright?” You nod, and Wrath hums, focusing on your hands. Once you felt the pain subside, you let him know, and he let you go, leaning back on the upholstered chaise. “I came to let you know that we’re expecting guests,” 

Your eyes widen at that. It was the middle of the night. The only guests appearing at this hour would be- 

“From the Malice Isles? Didn’t they learn their lesson from last time?” You ask, groaning internally. The last thing you wanted to deal with was more blood.

Wrath chuckles at the anger he feels rising in you. 

“Your Uncle Envy took it upon himself to relieve that fool of his crown, and his head while he was at it. Barely a day after I warned him to not start a war,” your father huffs.

“So it’s his successor coming to visit then. Any reason in particular?” You try to keep your voice even, trying to find a way to avoid meeting them. 

“Likely to try and repair the relationship between our courts, I imagine. Either that, or-” Wrath pauses, eyes widening somewhat, before he lunges forward to grab your hands. “What happened?” 

You startle, glancing down at the dry skin, littered with callouses and even tiny cuts. You freeze, unsure how to explain. 

“Callouses from training,” 

Wrath’s eyes snap to yours, scanning. His eyes narrow. 

“Calluses don’t look this red,” Wrath scowls, “And you haven’t stepped foot in the weapons room in weeks, Y/N,” 

You flinch at his harsh tone, tugging your hands back and shrinking into the couch. All you can do is stutter. 

“I- I just-” 

Wrath notices, and sighs, his shoulders slumping. 

“I’m sorry, my Stellina,” he whisper, and your eyes snap to his, only for him to bring a hand to rub at his temples, “I didn’t mean to snap,” 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, averting your gaze, not sure what else to say.

“No, no,” Wrath assures, leaning forward again, “I just want to know what’s wrong. You haven’t been yourself recently, and your mother and I- we’ve both been getting concerned,” 

Your eyes scan his, searching for any signs of lying, despite knowing it was impossible. Eventually, you came to the conclusion that trying to win a fight against the demon of war was a futile endeavor. So, you sigh, and move to sit on the chaise beside him instead. 

“It’s just- It’s nightmares,” you admit. 

Wrath’s eyes soften, and something like sadness, perhaps spiked with some anger, flashes in them. 

“Nightmares? About what, Stellina?” he asks, but you purse your lips together. Wrath sighs, placing a gentle hand on your head, “No matter what other titles and duties I have, above all, I’m still your father. Talk to me, Stellina,” he implores.

You’re sure you’ve never heard your father speak in that tone before, and that if anyone else ever did, they’d surely not live to tell the tale. 

“Do you remember when we went to House Greed, to defend it from the witches?” You ask nervously, and your father nods. You turn your head to your lap, avoiding his gaze, “And remember how you told me to stay in the guest room?” 

“I do.” Even without seeing him, you can hear the way he raises his brows. 

“So I sort of… didn’t do that,” you trail off. Wrath remains silent. “I also made it to the parapets in time to see what Mama did. With her magic,” 

Wrath reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“And what did you think?” he asks, tone giving away nothing.

“I think… I think that I can’t forget the smell of charred flesh. I think that the sight of those dead witches bent in odd angles, like in a horror novel, or how some had empty sockets from where arrows took their eyes or when scraps of clothes melted into whatever was left of their bodies, keeps replaying in my nightmares,” you whisper.

“Y/N,” Wrath whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, gently tugging you closer. “I told you to stay inside for a reason.” 

Though his words sound stern, there’s the unmistakable hint of sadness in them. 

“I know. I should’ve listened,” you whisper back, frustration bleeding into your tone, “And now, not only can I not sleep, but I spend half the night throwing up, and questioning my place in my own home,” 

“Why would this make you question your place?” Wrath asks, brows furrowed. 

You whip your head up, staring at him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Because I’m a princess of House Wrath who can’t even handle the tiniest bit of violence! That situation ended well because there were so few, if any, casualties on our part, so I should be overjoyed. Especially since Mama helped with that, but I’m not!” you cry, frustration building, along with your volume and heart rate, “Mama is a Goddess of Fury who did that, and you are The General of War and Justice, but I can’t even handle a single display of ruthlessness? What right do I have to call myself a demon? Much less a Demon Princess?! I have no-” 

The words catch in your throat, your body feels a gentle warmth draped over it and a gentle voice cuts through your fears. 

“There, there,” Wrath soothes, “Take deep breaths. In. Hold. Then out. Try it?” you do as he says. “There, that’s a good girl. Just like that, keep going,” 

Once you’ve calmed down, you register the warmth all around you, and upon closer inspection, it’s made up entirely of jet black feathers. Glancing over, you see Wrath gazing at you, his expression stern, yet kind..

“None of that now.” His tone low and borderline ominous, “You are my daughter. You are Emilia’s daughter. You are a Princess of House Wrath and The Underworld, and don’t you forget it.” 

“But I-” 

“You are also young.” He adds, “You are a child, merely seventeen, which is nothing to an immortal. That’s why I had wanted you to stay inside, not because I knew this would happen, but because an unseasoned warrior can never be thrown head first into a battle with no training or experience,” Wrath’s tone softens as he speaks, a fondness dancing in his eyes, “There are many forms that anger and vengeance can take, and not all of them involve violence. Even if you find you have a preference for those methods, that won’t affect your standing here.You have always, and will always be my little princess,” 

“What about our court? They won’t stand for signs of weakness like this,” 

“Delegation is also part of leadership, Stellina. There is great strength in knowing your limits,” he assures, as he moves to gently stroke your hair, “I said something similar to your mother once, you know,” 

“Wha- Really?��� 

“It was while you were visiting Uncle Sloth. An assassin had made an attempt on her life while she was in the bath, so she stabbed him, but found herself unable to give chase and end him herself,” He explains, “That’s why I went after him instead. He’d cut out his tongue before I was able to get information though, so I just killed him,” 

“How- Why was Mama unable to go?” you ask.

“It was overwhelming, and with the spell-lock in place, it was the first time she could remember being exposed to such violence. Even after breaking the spell-lock, if you remember, her humanity and human emotions were dear to her,” he explains.

“Yeah, I guess they were,” you murmur, moreso to myself. 

“If you decide that you have a limit when it comes to that, then that won’t make you any less worthy of your crown, Stellina,” He reminds, “And, if it comes down to it, your mother and I will handle those things for you. Like this meeting with the Vampire Court, for example,” 

“Wha- Can you really do that? Wouldn’t it make both of us look weak if you keep doing things for me, or coming up with excuses on my behalf?” 

“It’s reasonable for a princess to assign certain tasks to those around her. Remember, delegation is part of being a ruler,” 

“Delegation is part of being a ruler,” 

Wrath grins when he hears you say it with him and you even give him a small smile right back. Until, another thought crosses your mind.

“What about the Vampires?” you ask, the thought of meeting their delegation making you queasy, knowing what would be discussed, “I don’t- I don’t think I can-”   

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. As I said, know your limits. If you insist on going and something happens, I could use a memory stone to wipe it from your mind, or, if you don’t wish to go, then allow me to take care of it,” he offers, “You are Princess of The Underworld, and they showed up uninvited. You need not make an appearance if you deem it beneath you,” Wrath reminds you.

“Will the vampires accept that? Will our own court accept that?” 

“I’ll make them accept it,” frost began to spread from his feet and hands as he said this. The fact he hadn't encased the room was a testament to his self-control, “One way or another,” 

“Isn’t that cheating?” You ask skeptically, a brow raised. 

“All is fair in Love and War, Stellina. All is fair in love and war,” he responds, affectionately ruffling your hair.

[actuallyirish]

Listen, is it a perfect adaptation of the book… absolutely not… NO… is it ever a perfect adaptation of a book… not every movie can be lord of the rings. Did I enjoy every second of it.. OH GOD YES.. did I miss lines that are to me iconic in the book that we’re not in the movie… also YES… but I can still love every second of this movie and watch it over and over and over again…