Scarlette here again. This time, I bring you a story not about love—but about need. Not about affection—but addiction. When Pride, Lust, and Greed came together, it was never going to end quietly. This was a firestorm waiting to happen.
Let’s start with Pride.
Pride didn’t fall in love—he selected. He admired himself in every reflection, spoke in carefully chosen words, and only allowed people to love him if they looked good standing next to him. He wanted admiration, worship, and to never be outshined. Enter Lust, the magnetic seductress who made everyone feel like they were the only one. She thrived on attention—on making people want her without ever truly giving herself.
And Pride? Oh, he wanted her badly. Not because she was kind or true—but because everyone else wanted her too. She was a trophy, and Pride liked being seen with the best.
But then came Greed.
Greed wasn’t subtle. He didn’t flirt—he took. He didn’t seduce—he possessed. He watched Lust like a hawk and saw how she laughed with Pride, how her gaze lingered just a second too long. He hated how Pride made her feel wanted without even touching her. Greed didn’t want to share, not Lust, not glory, not power.
Lust, of course, loved every second of it.
She loved how Pride kissed her hand in public and made her feel legendary. She loved how Greed pulled her into dark corners and whispered that no one else could have her. She didn’t want to choose—she wanted it all. The pedestal and the passion. The approval and the obsession.
But triangles are unstable by nature. And this one was sharp on every side.
Pride grew jealous—how dare Greed think he could own someone Pride had claimed first? Greed grew violent—how dare Lust pretend to be his while still basking in Pride’s spotlight? And Lust? She danced between them like a spark in gasoline, pretending not to notice how quickly it was all catching fire.
In the end, no one won. Because Lust doesn’t stay. Pride doesn’t forgive. And Greed? He never settles.
They tore each other apart in a beautiful, slow implosion. And somewhere in the ashes, Lust lit a cigarette and smiled, whispering, “Wasn’t that fun?”
Moral of the story?
Be careful falling in love with people who only want to possess you. Sometimes the ones who desire you most aren’t in love with you—they’re in love with how you make them feel about themselves.
Until next time,
💄 Scarlette Febles
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