I figured I’d upload a relatively high quality (read: non-camera) version of these since they’re a) free, b) intended to be available on the internet, and c) should at least include the credits page if passed around.
Greed: I want shit
Envy: I want your shit
Wrath: I’m going to wreck your shit
Lust: I’m into some freaky shit
Gluttony: This is some tasty shit
Sloth: I don’t feel like doing shit
Pride: I am the shit
The hollow, white eyes before him mirrored the despair
creeping up his throat. He couldn’t bear to look at Levi’s limp form, much less
his face. Frozen in some twisted mixture of betrayal and shock. It had all
happened much too fast for either of them to register.
What do I do now?
Erwin hardly remembered anything. He had been sprawled amidst
fallen comrades in a sea of rippling red. A sharp pain pulsed through his side.
His mouth and nose were flooded with the scent and taste of iron and copper,
then he felt a blinding heat envelope him entirely. All he’d remembered was the
heat slowly scorching his body.
So unbearable, so
stifling, so close.
Did Levi’s death even register to him amidst the sweltering
chaos? He had not remembered grabbing the other man so harshly. Crushing and
snapping his limbs and contorting his body between enormous, indelicate fingers.
He had not remembered slipping Levi’s broken form into his gaping maw. The brutal
clash of teeth gnashing together had not registered to him.
How could I do this?
And yet here they both were. What remained of Levi’s body
lay lifeless in his grasp.
Steam hissed and crackled about Erwin’s exposed form. Erwin
couldn’t react. Not to Levi. Not to his arm—newly restored with his sudden
transformation. Not to the soldiers above and around him screaming at his
mindless brutality.
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