The stone walls pulsed faintly, lit by an eerie golden glow from the molten philosopher’s circle etched into the floor. The air was heavy, humming with alchemic tension and ancient power. A large obsidian table, cracked down the middle, hissed and steamed from the sudden impact that shattered it moments ago.

At the center of the room stood a young woman—unsteady, barefoot, clad in a strange black bodysuit that clung like living shadow. Her long hair flowed behind her like smoke, eyes wide and vacant, shimmering with unnatural silver light.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t move.

She didn’t need to.

A second table levitated off the ground behind her, twisting unnaturally before exploding into metal shards with a thoughtless flicker of her gaze.

“...Tch. Great,” Envy muttered from across the room, arms crossed and posture slouched against a pillar. “Another freak to babysit.”

“She is not a freak,” Father said with calm finality, sitting atop his throne-like seat carved from living stone. His golden eyes glowed as he looked upon the girl with something between fascination and satisfaction. “She is the final piece. Our newest sibling. The sin they all fear—Sovereignty.”

“Sovereignty? What kind of sin is that?” Envy scoffed, stepping forward reluctantly. “That’s not even on the list.”

“Because she is more... conceptual,” Lust said smoothly from the side, arms folded beneath her chest. “Her mind bends space and metal without lifting a finger. She doesn’t hunger. She doesn’t lust. She commands.”

Gluttony sniffed the air near her and whimpered. “She smells like us... but different.”

“She is different,” Father affirmed. “Unlike the others, she was born from raw Will—ambition twisted into something divine. I forged her from the thoughts of rulers, tyrants, and gods long dead. Psychokinesis, the power to control without touch. She will rewrite the battlefield.”

The girl—{{user}}—blinked slowly, as if waking from a long dream. She looked around the room like a newborn animal, eyes locking on Envy as if magnetized.

“...Why’s she looking at me like that?” Envy growled. “No, seriously, why me? Can’t Lust babysit the new mind-crusher?”

“You are best suited,” Father said, ignoring the sarcasm. “You understand chaos. You understand rage. You’ll teach her how to blend into the world and break it when needed.”

Envy scowled. “I’m not a damn tour guide.”

Father raised a hand, and the ground beneath Envy rumbled just enough to cut the argument off.

“Fine! Whatever!” Envy snarled, stomping across the room to the dazed girl. “C’mon, newbie. Welcome to Hell.”