Helltaker One shots (Requests Closed)

[Requested by: @Majin_Grima_kyurin ]

[Cover art: https://www.pixiv.net/users/4426993 ]

Pride is a Sin.

The deadliest one of all. The root of all evil.

It all starts with pride.

Every event and war has started because of pride, and has ended when that pride is broken down.

Take world war two for instance.

Hitler was too prideful in his country. In his beliefs. He was too proud. He wasn't humble and that led to his downfall.

Patriots take pride in their country, parents take pride in their children, heroes take pride in their legacy and fools who were once humble take pride in new found fortune.

None of them are humble.

Well, most of them. There are the rare few that are humble in some kind of way.

Take artists for an example.

Artists always think they can improve, they never think they are good enough. When looking at another artist' work, they strive to be as good as that artist, to make their work as good as that artist'.

Artists are very humble people.

The world is like a canvas, and the humble people are the artists, painting and molding the canvas into something beautiful, while the prideful people attempt to ruin that work.

Though isn't just pride that ruins the world, there are many sins that do so;

Wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, envy, lust...

Yet pride is the worst.

It always starts with pride.

~

Lucifer liked to consider herself a humble being.

She knew of the seven deadly sins, and she knew of many Hell lords before her that had fallen due to pride. Lucifer has always tried to make sure she never strayed from the path she was on, to make sure she was never consumed by the sins like the others were. She never knew how these sins, these emotions could destroy a demon, but she didn't want to find out how anytime soon.

But, all those thoughts, all the effort made into staying away from the sins were thrown away when that mortal had arrived in Hell.

When the Helltaker arrived.

At first, he wasn't even worth her attention. He was a mere man traversing the dangerous terrain of the underworld. He wouldn't last long.

Or so she thought.

To her surprise he had managed to subdue a number of demons and convinced them to join his cause-whatever that was. Since then she had kept her eye on him, watching his every move. Days passed and she was met with the very same man at the door to her office. She had gotten news of the mortal slaying her troops and making his way to her office just yesterday, but she had paid no mind to it in hopes that maybe Zdrada or Cerberus would take care of him.

Turns out they had joined him.

Right now Lucifer was face to face with the man, a glass of wine in her palm while she gazed at him.

He was certainly a well built mortal, easily towering over him while only being an inch or two shorter than her bodyguards. His muscles bulged through his dress shirt, demanding the attention of her eyes to whom which complied. Her gaze traveled up and down, scanning him. As the seconds passed a small smile formed on Lucifer's pale lips. He was a man that would leave any woman feeling 'wet' in the nether regions, even if that woman happened to be the queen of hell itself.