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A cool sensation across the skin was the first thing Wrath noticed. Quite a strange feeling unlike the hell flames he was accustomed to. He was sitting, but it didn't feel like his throne. Not nearly enough blood on it. He felt light, and somehow small. Finally, the mighty emperor of rage peeled open his eyes, expecting to gaze upon the obsidian halls within the inner sanctums of his infernal citadel. His vision was blurry. He could only see blobs of meshed color and dingy light. Vision slowly returned to him, the sight of the strange room coming into view. He rose his hand to try and wipe the fuzz from his gaze when suddenly he froze. This wasn't his hand. Not nearly enough blood on it. 

[color=C24641]"Wh..wha..what is this-?!"[/color] 

Wrath's scarlet eyes widened in disbelief as he clasped his mouth. What should have been the bellowing snarl of a fearsome hell knight from the deepest bowels of perdition instead sounded mousy by comparison. He thought for a moment, sweat beading down the side of his face and off his chin. Wrath searched his mind, grasping for recollections of what happened to him, but he never pays enough attention to anything to even begin to remember something like that. Then there was a brief moment of cognizance. Something that didn't come to the brutish demon often. His hands, his voice, the lack of blood everywhere. It all seemed almost like he was...

[color=C24641]"H-human!? I-I-I'm...HUMAN?!"[/color] A loud wooden clatter of sound rang out through the room as Wrath jumped to his feet, shoving the chair out from beneath him and against the wall. [color=C24641]"Th..this is madness...some shitty joke. No...this isn't funny..."[/color] A loud clenching sound wrung out of Wrath's hands as he clenched his fists in rage. [color=C24641]"...This..."[/color] A droplet of blood trickled out of his grip, cascading to the ground. [color=C24641]"THIS!..."[/color] 

Suddenly a strange but somehow familiar voice interrupted Wrath's vengeful thoughts, catching him off guard and causing him to flinch away slightly. It was a little green haired human girl. She gave him pause. This presence wasn't human. [color=C24641]"Wait..."[/color] He knew this feeling. She was a demon. Not just any demon either. He was used to the presence of most common demons by now. This one was like him in some way. Then he figured it out, though likely much later than anyone else would in the same situation. [color=C24641]"Envy...is that you in that little sack of meat?"[/color] Suddenly, Wrath's eyes widened again as his slow mind caught up to reality. [color=C24641]"Wait! What did you just say?"[/color] A loud grinding metallic creak whined out through the room as the confused and now angering demon pushed the glass table aside and moved toward Envy. [color=C24641]"You just said something about being stuck here...Was this your doing you jealous wretch?! You seek to take over my sanctum don't you!?"[/color]

Another voice perked up. One with a similar sense of familiarity as Envy. Wrath halted his advance, though he only moved a couple feet, turning his attention toward the white haired girl as she spoke. [color=C24641]"Opportunity of the lifetime...?"[/color] Through his growing annoyance and confusion, a form of selective hearing overtook wrath. [color=C24641]"...Arrogant fool?"[/color] His brow furrowed as his anger continued to translate the girls worlds. [color=C24641]"Average mongrel!?"[/color] A loud slam shook the room accompanied by the hiss of fracturing glass as Wrath struck the table. [color=C24641]"I recognize that sharp tongue and filthy smug aura anywhere! So then it was you Pride?!"[/color] Wrath grit his teeth, expecting as much from such an entity as the demon of pride. He seemed to struggle with his thoughts, as a glimpse of a memory leaked into his mind. [color=C24641]"I think...I remember...you....you were there! You did this didn't you?!"[/color] The walls trembled, shaken by the impact of the hurtling glass table. Shattered glass spilled across the floor as the empty metal table frame fell into a contorted metal heap, tossed across the room in a rage like a piece of cardboard. [color=C24641]"I don't care what form you take, or what form you force on me, I'll still grind all you miserable heaps of flesh into pulp and sinew where you stand!"[/color]