Back to the moment when Lust pulled Order away from the altar.
In a certain deserted and quiet place—suddenly, a streak of light tore across the sky and crashed into the ground.A cloud of dust erupted, engulfing a large area.
Within that haze, the sounds of clashing metal rang out, sparks flickering wildly.
In an instant, Order burst out of the dust, rapidly drawing and hurling countless blades back into the shroud.Each blade was deflected, knocked aside with metallic clangs, unable to pierce through.
From deep within the dust, a pair of eyes gleamed—and then, a volley of radiant beams fired straight at Order.
"Wrath...?" Order grimaced.
He quickly summoned a series of walls to intercept the attack, but the beams tore through them as if they didn't exist.
"What an annoying ability..."
Order flew backward to avoid the barrage, but the beams curved midair and chased after him.
The two forces danced violently across the sky.
Down below, Lust slowly stepped out of the dust, gazing up at the aerial pursuit.
"Why don't you give up?" she smiled. "Just like your little friend."
"You—" Order seethed, but his anger made him lose focus for just a moment—and in that moment, the beams caught up.
All at once, they crashed into him and erupted in a massive explosion across the heavens.
"So... it's over?" Lust looked up.
But then—she felt something familiar stirring inside the explosion.
"You're really bold... just like your master."
Lust looked up toward the explosion, which was gradually curling inward, as if being absorbed by something.
And then, as the last trace of the blast vanished, Order emerged—drenched in sweat, his arm raised, now grotesquely covered in gnashing mouths.
Slowly, he lowered it and began erasing the grotesque mouths with his pen.
"I didn't expect you to use Gluttony's power," Lust said, eyes narrowing.
"It's called fighting poison with poison," Order panted.
"That sounds noble... but do you have enough strength left to fight me, even with just a fraction of Gluttony's power? You look like you're dying."
"So what? Do you think that's enough to make me give up?"
Order raised his pen to the sky.
Ink flowed from the tip, swirling into a black-veiled sword.
He seized it—but the moment he did, the black veil spread across his arm, warping its shape, turning it pitch black.
"Ugh..." he groaned, suppressing the pain.
"What's wrong? Getting tired?" Lust teased.
"Not yet..." Order pointed the sword at her "Come on."
At his challenge, Lust fell silent—then smiled with excitement.
"Alright... I'm coming," she said, voice eager.
And then, she vanished.
Order instantly heightened his senses, scanning for movement—but found nothing.
"Playing hide and seek? Then I'll play to the end."
He swung his pen.
Streams of ink poured forth, forming dozens of eyes that scattered and watched the surroundings.
Through their vision, Order glimpsed chaotic motion—flickers of invisible, inconsistent shapes.
"Greed's vision... interesting, but—"
A wave of unease rushed through him—a compulsion to seize and possess everything he saw.
Still, he held his mind steady, forcing himself to stay focused.
The eyes scoured the area relentlessly until they finally caught her.
Order locked on.
With a single swing, he sent a wave of darkness toward Lust.
The wave accelerated, absorbing everything in its path, and then surrounded her, forming a bridge that closed in and swallowed her.
Order didn't stop.
He summoned a circle of Hydra heads around the sphere and launched beams at it.
But the rays were consumed by the wave—absorbed instantly.
Then—from within, a powerful light flared once more.
Explosions rocked the inside of the sphere with renewed force.
Outside, everything remained still.
"Is that enough?" Order muttered. "Or—"
"Is that all you can do?" A voice echoed from within.
A hole opened in the sphere, and Lust stepped out, smiling.
"My turn."
Before Order could react, she summoned a sword—and stabbed herself through the heart.
"What?" Order gasped.
She pulled it out slowly, her face flushed with satisfaction—yet there was no blood, no wound.
"Now... feel it," she whispered.
A violent pain surged through Order's chest.
He coughed blood; his torso bled uncontrollably.
"Sloth's power... but how...?" he rasped.
"It's simple. You didn't think of it," Lust smirked. "I'm just making use of this body."
"What do you mean?"
"Still don't get it? Are you really 'Reason'?"
The insult made Order flinch.
Lust, pleased with his expression, began explaining.
"To put it simply, you forgot that both you and this body are part of the 'King'... so all I did was use the fragment of you that exists within this body as a fulcrum—then turned the attack on myself, and..."
"Sloth's ability interpreted it as if i attacked you," Order clenched his teeth, "and reflected it back onto me."
"Exactly. You're not completely brain-dead after all. I was starting to worry I was fighting an idiot," Lust said with mocking praise.
"Aren't you afraid explaining this gives me an advantage?"
"Afraid? Why? Besides, I'm bored of talking."
She raised her sword again—this time placing the blade at her neck—and slashed.
But nothing happened.
Order hovered, unharmed.
"That's odd," Lust frowned. "I did the same thing as before."
Then—she felt a warm trickle from her neck.She touched it, looked at her fingers—they were stained red.
"That's strange," she said calmly as blood flowed from her mouth and neck. "How did you...?"
"Like I'd tell you. Think for yourself."
Without hesitation, Order lunged.
He slashed downward—Lust didn't move.She simply glanced at the incoming blade.
"So that's it... I see... I didn't expect that..." she whispered.
The sword swiftly sliced through her, splitting her body in two.
Black mist surged from the blade, wrapping around her completely—until every last trace of her was swallowed and erased.
Order collapsed, catching himself by stabbing the sword into the ground.
"This is... hard..." he panted, trying to heal the chest wound.
But it wouldn't close.
"Well... I tried."
He struggled to his feet, still bleeding.
"Time to return to the 'King'."
But just as he began to lift off—a hand grabbed his wing.
"What?" he gasped, trying to turn—but the hand ripped his wing like paper.
Pain shot through Order—but it didn't end there.
The hand seized his other wing and tore it apart just as easily as the first.
Order collapsed, writhing.
A foot appeared before him.
He looked up—Lust was smiling.
"Defeating you isn't easy," he muttered.
"And I like how you used the power of Pride," she said, gripping his face."If he finds out, he'll be furious."
She lifted him effortlessly.
"How are you still alive?"
"Oh, I'm not the original... or rather, neither I nor that me are the original. We're just clones—spawned from the true one, lurking in the shadows."
Behind her, more Lusts began to appear—slowly approaching.
"The regenerative power of Wrath..." Order looked around."I didn't expect that."
"You're not too bad yourself."
"So... I lost from the start," he admitted.
"That's right," Lust replied cheerfully—and then squeezed his neck tighter.
Order didn't resist.
"What? Giving up? That's boring," Lust pouted.
Still, Order remained silent.
"Aren't you worried about your master?"
That made something inside him twist.
"I changed my mind... go die."
Order glared—and stabbed the sword into her chest.
The sword absorbed her instantly.
He rose, slashing the blade toward the approaching Lusts, absorbing them one after another.
But more appeared, surrounding him.
"Let's all go at once."
And then, both sides charged.
Order swung his sword relentlessly, even as the Lusts tore into him.
It wasn't a battle—no, it was a massacre. Order fought desperately, overwhelmed by their growing numbers.
His strength waned, and the creeping blackness of the sword began to consume him piece by piece.
Then, in a single moment of carelessness, a Lust drove her blade through Order's chest, and he collapsed.
The Lusts seized their chance—leaping, clawing, tearing.
Order struggled, but there was nothing he could do.
They ripped at his body, drank his blood, all while shrieking in euphoric laughter.
When it was over, only shredded bodies and blood remained.
When the massacre finally ended, only the bloody bodies of the Lusts remained—while Order was reduced to a pool of blood, scattered with fragments of flesh.
"So the supporting character is finally dead," one Lust smiled."Took a while... but it was fun."
All of them turned to face the altar.
"It's time for the main character's curtain to fall."