October 22nd, 2017 at 06:17pm
Enzo lay prone on his bed, pulling smoke from deep within his cigarette. He twirled it between his fingers and smirked. One of his greatest inventions and even he fell to its temptations. A stick of sickness that was so addictive, people really would die for it and others would profit in their deaths. Genius and subtle; his favorite kind of sin. He let the cigarette rest in his fingers, thankful that his world was truly thriving and the glowing end of the cigarette was almost like an attestant to that. He sucked it down until it was finished and smoke left his lungs.
He was getting bored. He always got bored alone in his room. It was where and when he came up with his best ideas (i.e. cigarettes or the Spanish Inquisition). He was really quite proud of all he had accomplished thus far. He dug himself deeply into the roots of the world and he liked it that way, no matter how harshly his sister tried to combat him.
He smirked again, slipping another cigarette between his fingers. He often smirked when he thought of his sister. So simple, so pure. He could mention one thousand things he loved about his sister and all would be perfectly unacceptable for anyone to hear. (See another successful sin of his, incest). Perhaps his ideas were the best because he had to inflict them onto the world when he could not satisfy the cravings himself; that certainly made sense.
Either way, he glanced at the circular orb, peeking just through his door from the foyer between his room and his sister’s room. The orb allowed them to see the world, measure their successes and understand their failures. They can check in and see. Enzo was waiting for a few wars to start, to be honest. He was waiting for the greed to continue to take over Wall Street (oh, what they will do to get their hands on money). He picked himself off of bed, moving swiftly out of his room to check the orb, just in case. To his dismay, Alissia was not in the room.
