Augusta was always especially guilty of the sin of pride, even before the Fall. She had reason; she commanded legions. But that was once upon a time, before she dared to edge her toes onto the perch of a far greater demon and earned herself a pair of broken wings and a new position at the bottom of the pecking order. She swallowed her pride and made a deal to save herself, but her stomach never quite settled afterwards. Every time Clarence Barron calls upon her power to increase his own, the metaphorical bile rises just a little higher in her throat.