The Promotion

[Prompt: Satan gathers up all the lesser demons and announces that they’re going to be adding another sin to the seven deadly sins and whoever comes up with it gets to be in charge of that department. ]

     When Murzim first heard the news that a new department was opening in the Seven Deadly Sins branch, he’d been skeptical. At first, he thought it was a rumor someone had started to break up the monotony of eternal pain and suffering. But when he received the memo with Satan’s official seal, there wasn’t any questioning the validity of the claim. What’s more, Satan was calling upon all demons to submit their ideas for what the Eighth Sin should be. And if that wasn’t enough to perk a hellion’s attention, whichever sin Satan chose, the lucky producer would get to head the new department. 
     Murzim wasn’t used to having feelings that felt…good. But this news summoned them forth, bringing a wicked grin to his face and putting a spring in his stomp. Murzim needed this promotion. He had been waiting ages for a chance to prove himself to his Overlord. Hell had gotten so crowded over the years, it was difficult not to be considered ‘one of the lesser demons’. He knew this was his chance to achieve notoriety. 

The Eighth Sin

[Prompt: Satan gathers up all the lesser demons and announces that they’re going to be adding another sin to the seven deadly sins and whoever comes up with it gets to be in charge of that department ]

“Indifference!”
    Sneche kept his head low as the other demons around him eagerly shouted for Satan’s attention. Naming the next major sin would go down in history for both mortals and immortals, yet Sneche only wondered what was the catch. If he had learned anything over the centuries, it was that Satan was a smooth talking salesman. It was all sugar until a contract was signed and a soul forfeited. Many of the other lesser demons around him jumped at the opportunity presented to them, to own their own department of the next trending sin, but Sneche wasn’t biting. A job in hell was still a job in hell no matter how many frills were attached to it. Sneche liked not having responsibilities. When the mortals spouted off names of demons they thought they knew, Sneche’s name was never brought up and he preferred it that way. The less attention he drew to himself, the less likely he was to be the focus of Satan’s wrath when something went wrong.
    “No,” Satan was shooting down the latest suggestion, “It’s too much of a gray area between me and Him.”
    “Mullets!”
    Satan didn’t look amused, “We’ve been over this. It can’t be a physical trait.”