Purple (flash fiction 2/10)

He had done it. He had escaped from his flask; but, why did he still feel so trapped? He had so much power. So much power that a mere human would collapse under the pressure. He wouldn't collapse, he was above those pitiable beings, those ants. 

Envy burned in his chest, soon greed followed. He frowned, if he was above those ants he should be above their pathetic feelings. 

He started working. He started ridding his feelings by creating physical representations of them. Pride was the first to go. His first child. He instructed the being, his child, to call him Father. The being obeyed. 

Envy came after, then Greed, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony. Wrath was last. They all stared at him with expectant purple eyes. Purple eyes that contained the emotions, the urges he longed to be rid of. They were his pawns now, his children. He would do with them as he pleased. 

He was their Father after all. The Father of the purple eyes beings.