Full Summary: The seven deadly sins. They're as real as flesh on bones and blood in veins, because that's exactly what they have. They are seven gorgeous, conniving, and hungry females. So what happens when 'wrath' accidently ends up in the mortal world? She comes face to face with her worst fear…love. ExB pairings!

Rated M: Violence/ language/ Lemons

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Prologue:

Every day I stay awake watching the spirits below me relish in hatred and grace their Earth with war. I had caused this. It was my entire fault. The lives lost, people wounded, homes destroyed, hearts broken, and spirits demolished…because of me. And for what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I have been around since the dawn of time itself. Even before evolution, my spirit had planted it seeds in the universe, marking its territory. And all I could do was sit perched on my throne, watching as lives were lost in front of my eyes. There were times when I had tried to return to earth to save them, but my bonds were bound to tight. I was forbidden to interfere with the balance of nature, though I had caused most of it.

I cannot remember ever being born. It was almost as if I was always here. Or shall I say we were here. Myself and my six sisters; Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Pride. I am wrath, though to my sisters I am Isabella Ira. Because of my power, I tend to keep to myself. I don't ever leave my palace, nor do I really socialize with others. The abilities I possess are too dangerous to be set free.

As ironic as it is, we only live up to our names when we are fully feeling that emotion. For example, I have the power to cause war, but just because I can, doesn't mean I want to. However, when I get very angry or upset, things tend to happen on Earth that are out of my hands. But they are still always my fault.

I never really 'grew up' seeing that I was already immortally seventeen. All of us are physically seventeen; we were just born whenever the first sign of our powers were born. My eldest sister, and horrifically the most powerful, was Pride. She was the bases behind all of us, because without her we wouldn't be here.

Pride goes by Lauren Superbia, and she was the most destructive and evil of us all. She was very spiteful and always thought of herself as the best power and strongest. In a way, she was all of us combined. She was followed around by her two little slaves, Gluttony and Envy.

Gluttony goes by Leah Gula. She fed off of power and 'feasted' over wealth and dignity that she seemed to so desperately need. Whenever any of us were fighting (which happens to be very common) she feeds off of all the excitement and angst. It disturbed us all, but she seemed quite content with her status, therefore making Lauren immediately enjoy her.

Envy goes by Jessica Invidiam. She was very…envious. Easy enough, but she also had a very annoying side to her. She followed Lauren around like a lost puppy, because all she dreamed about was having as much power and strength as our eldest sister. She also envied my raw anger, which in return I found infuriating because I absolutely hated it.

They were the three sins that everyone else despised. That's another reason I am always locked away in my palace. I didn't want to bump into them anywhere and risk getting angry over something pointless and starting WW3. In fact, the only people I allowed in my room were my three close sisters, lust, greed, and sloth.

Lust goes by Rosalie Libidinem. She was the most magnificanly beautiful person I had ever seen, mortal or immortal. Though don't let her looks fool you, she was one of the most kind hearted people I knew. She was very protective, as was I, making our bond stronger than any other. She was my closest sister, and I felt like I could tell her anything. She understood me more than the others did because she liked to be alone. People who saw her judged her on her looks.

Greed goes by Alice Avaritia. She is only 'greedy' because she loves fashion so much. In our dimension, anything we want would be presented to us with the snap of fingers. Alice tended to look at the earthlings fashion trends and wear them all around her palace like a runway. She was greedy with fun and had an insane passion for makeovers, yet another reason I hid in my room. She was an amazing sister, and defiantly my best friend.

Sloth was Angela Inertia. She was only granted 'sloth' because she was so gentle and shy. She wasn't lazy or anything, just very timid and self-reliant…but then again, aren't we all? She was a lovely person to be around because she respected you no matter what and was an outstanding listener. She was another one of my close friends, and I found myself always protecting her from Jessica.

I sighed and rested my head against my window pane. Our dimension never had a sun, just a huge full moon that never changed in any way. I had always dreamt of going to earth and experiencing the beautiful sunrises and sunsets I have heard of. But going there seemed close to impossible. We have all tried, but nothing seemed to work. It was as if we were cursed to stay on this godforsaken dimension forever.

I even tried to commit suicide a few centuries ago. I didn't want to live anymore, knowing I just killed to survive. I wanted to expel myself from existence, so maybe there could be world peace. But the fates didn't want that. Earth wouldn't be the same if wrath wasn't present. It was just human nature, and I would most definitely be disturbing the balance.

So the dagger to my heart, poisonous plant, and suffocation didn't work. I figured nothing ever would. I had a purpose to survive, no matter how horrid and dark that purpose was. It was my duty to cause havoc, and apparently I have succeeded very well. I was a monster. Not like the murders, rapists, and even vampires on earth. I was the cause behind all their mayhem; therefore I should be taking full responsibility for my actions.

The seven of us all had a sixth sense when it came to our power. I could sense when someone was doing wrong, so I was always feeling numb in a way. I could shut it off, I just never chose to. After all I deserved it. Sometimes we can even narrow down on a certain situation and look through a portal at what exactly was happening. I had only done this a few times, but the last time I did it made me stop for good.

I remember a few decades ago when I felt like attempting another suicide. It was all because I saw him. I glanced down upon earth, just searching through each corner for darkness…then there he was. At the neck of a rapists, draining him dry.

I could feel his confusion, regret, and sorrow, mixed with bloodlust and self-hatred. He hated himself for killing these people, even though they all deserved to die after what they have done. I would always watch after that vampire, just to see how he was coping. It was almost as if he was a zombie. A bloodthirsty corpse of what used to be a radiant soul. He literally was dead.

Too my great horror, I became infatuated with him. I never told any of my other sister in fear that they would treat me differently. Here I was, supposedly causing another outburst somewhere in the world, and there my heart was. With the vampire I hadn't even known the name of. I wasn't sure if love was the right word for it. More like…sympathy? I didn't think I was capable of love.

Whenever he would stare into space feeling a raging war going on inside of him, I would attempt to reach down and comfort him. If only he had seen what I am capable of, he'd think himself a God. Although he was acting as if he were a monster, I had seen the light shine from him. It was hidden, almost like a small sliver of light pouring in from a cracked door.

He was so gentle, kind, and beautiful. He radiated with warmth. It appeared that I had been the only one to see it, but I knew it was there. I could sense it. I could also sense he was lonely. Such a person as himself shouldn't be alone. I could tell he yearned for someone. Someone who could save him. Yet every woman who threw themselves at him, he would turn down in a heartbeat.

A scowl was always etched onto his face, or he had no emotion at all. His lips were always in a thin line and his eyes were always dark. The last time I saw him was when he had returned to his family, begging for forgiveness. The sorrow and pain in his eyes was enough to rip apart the stiches around my heart. I didn't know what was happening to me or why I had felt that way, but I knew it wasn't a good thing.

So I turned it off. I become corpse like for the next decade, not once looking into his dimension. Finally I put him in the back of my memories and faced what was going on around me instead.

I uncrossed my legs and stood up. Before I had the chance to walk out of my room, my door was thrown open and in walked Rosalie. "Isabella, we need you in the throne room. It's an emergency." The cold face she displayed and the detached voice she used was enough to shut me up. I followed her with my head down as we ran to the throne room.

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OH AND BEFORE YOU GO…
The last names obviously had a significance behind them so…;)

(Lauren) Superbia- Pride

(Leah) Gula- Gluttony

(Jessica) Invidiam- Envy

(Rosalie) Libidinem- Lust

(Alice) Avaritia- Greed

(Angela) Inertia- Sloth

(Isabella) Ira- Wrath