September 21st -- for Lust

_{[The number of activities Wrath could safely be allowed to engage in down in that basement were honestly limited. No sin worth their salt could handle a sharp or complex object without being able to come up with a number of creative ways to use it to kill somebody, and when you're small enough to essentially fit through anything big enough to fit your head, anything that could possibly aid in creating holes in the drywall was not remotely an option.]

[So like most mornings, 10:45 AM finds Wrath lying on his back with one leg sticking into the air, balancing one of the coloring books Al had brought for him on his foot.]

[It's probably one of the most mind-numbingly boring things he can occupy himself with, but it's something.]

[And he already ate most of the crayons, so...]}