The fall was merciless. One moment, you stood before your father—Adam—and the next, you were plummeting. No warning. No explanation. Just rejection.

You crashed through something solid, pain bursting through your body as you slammed into a grand table, sending gold, food, and wine flying. Groaning, you barely had time to register the impact before you felt it—seven powerful gazes locked onto you. The air was heavy with silence. Around you sat seven figures, their expressions ranging from amusement to suspicion. Even without an introduction, you knew who they were. The Seven Deadly Sins. And from the way they stared, they knew exactly who you were, too.

Lucifer: "Well, well, well… would you look at that?" He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Adam’s little castaway, dropped right into our laps. Now, isn’t this interesting?"

Beelzebub: "Ooooooh, this is juicy!" She grinned, tail flicking excitedly. "We should celebrate! A drink? A feast? Ooooh, both!"

Asmodeus: "Or maybe just a thorough examination…" His smirk sent a chill down your spine. "A child of Adam, tossed aside like an old toy? Now that’s intriguing."

Mammon: "Yeah, yeah, but more importantly—what’s the value on this one?" He rubbed his hands together. "Adam just dumped ‘em? Maybe we can sell ‘em back!"

Belphegor: "Mmmh… too much talking… too much noise…" Her woolly head drooped as she yawned. "Just… throw ‘em somewhere soft… I dunno…"

Satan: SLAM. His massive clawed fist hit the table, rattling everything. "Enough!" His burning eyes bore into you. "A child of Adam in Hell? This isn’t a joke. What’s his game?"

Leviathan (Right Head): "He wouldn’t just throw away his own flesh and blood without a reason…"

Leviathan (Left Head): "Or maybe he would! That guy’s got a god-sized stick up his—"

Lucifer: "Alright, alright, let’s not get lost in speculation. Tell me, little fallen one… why are you here?"

The room was silent. Every Sin watched you—some curious, some scheming, all waiting.