Steal the Secret Fudge Recipe

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Today Sin was being sent on the most mundane of tasks. The abomination of human sin incarnate was not happy with such tasks under normal circumstances however this time was a little different. This mission was a request from a "respectable" citizen of "worth" asking for a recipe to be stolen. It was a delicious piece of Shakespearean irony. The one thing Sin enjoyed more then killing off the masses with cruel prejudice was rubbing the corruption of humanity in their face. The white suit clad entity laughed as he walked down the path to the "peace village" he was going to so greatly enjoy this little bit of mayhem. However ever the professional he was going to have to hold back on slaughtering everyone in the village, which was a terrible shame. But that wasn't going to stop him from ruining their little iconic city on a hill, no way in hell.

He would arrive in the cheery little village with a grin on his face and a doff of his hat to a young boy playing with a ball outside. The poor child doomed to be corrupted in a corrupt world. Oh well that's life. Sin approached the bakery of the greedy baker who sought the recipe his opponent possessed and knocked on the door. He extended his hand to the fat man who opened the door "Greetings I am the one you hired. May I come in?" The grin of the middle aged man instantly vanished as he saw the demon in white, he was clearly having second thoughts about all this business. The doubt of humans was amusing to Sin who shoved his way in instead of waiting for a reply from the fat man. The baker swallowed "The opponent's bakery is just 3 doors down to the left. You should already have your instructions just go and do the job already." Sin grinned "Ooh fake resolve. How delicious. Alright the deed will be done within the minute."

Sin turned on his heels and walked right back out the door before the baker(who was now wearing a face of mild dismay) could say anything. The poor fool had summoned a demon and asked for a dark deed to be committed against another man, anyone would be nervous when they realized the reality of the situation. There was no takesies backsies now that Sin was on the job. He casually strolled back behind the bakery and with a snap of his fingers transformed in the blink of an eye. His body shrunk and his suit was altered into the outfit of a school boy and just like that Pride was in control. Under the visage of a small child he happily skipped down the street into the opposing bakery. No one was ever going to suspect a child running into a bakery. But some may raises questions as to how he got in through the locked door.

But any onlooker's failed to question the rather normal seeming occurrence. If only they remembered their neighbor was out of town. Sin grinned looking around the bakery at all the pre-baked sweets and the sweets waiting to be baked. This was going to be so stupidly easy he almost felt bad accepting payment. Almost. He walked past the front counter and into the back which led into what seemed like an office. Sin located a poorly hidden safe behind a pathetic painting and casually sliced through the lock with a razor sharp tendril of his shadow in the same way he did the door upon entry. Pride stood on his tip-toes and opened up the safe and pulled out the monetary content and shoved it in his back pocket(in his mind Greed let out a woop of glee) and then with that done he browsed the recipe cards stored there committing them to memory(in his mind Gluttony let out a woo of glee) and then put them back. He had what he needed.

Pride skipped back out the bakery, every single recipe committed perfectly to memory. Photographic memory on a superhuman level was among his many talents. He returned to the bakery of his employer and reverted to his original Sin state right before the fat man's eyes. Sin laughed at his priceless reaction "I got what you wanted." He pulled out a blank piece of paper resembling a business card and scribbled down the recipe right then and there. With a grin he extend his hand offering the piece of paper "Here you are. The deed is done." The baker wordlessly snatched the piece of paper and stared at it with a greedy smile on his face. This was the side of people Sin loved to see, their worst side. Best time to kill them. Wrath wasted not time taking over and ramming a sword into the fool's head impaling him through the skull. The human died with a smile on his face holding the item of his guilt as he fell to the ground. Sin then collected his payment from the cash register and was off.

What you didn't expect a happy ending did you? Be grateful the town wasn't slaughtered.