Inner Demon

The War of the Three

@The 42nd Gecko
Speaking of Miyu

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Wrath winced as the energy emanating from the dagger tongued Pride grew wicked and heavy, taken aback by the power she could output on a whim. Backed up by her threats and insults, the demon of rage couldn't help but take offense. However, through her harsh words, the brutish minded demon managed to hear a scrap about God and banishment. Another one of those rare things called a thought entered Wrath's mind as Prides words triggered another recollection. A brief image of God embodied before him came to his memory, and then the radiant light which banished him here.

The Arrogant demon may have been full of herself but she was right. This fiasco wasn't her doing. God had sent them here. God had turned them human. There was a moment of repose as Pride finished her banter and Wrath stewed. He was quiet as the seconds passed tensely. Finally he decided with the few currently working brain cells in his thick skull that it didn't matter. Be it friend or foe, no one dares speak to the emperor of rage and vengeance with such caustic words and gets to keep their spine. Anything the other demons had to say at this point fell on deaf ears as far as Wrath was concerned.

To Prides aura, Wrath responded in kind, pushing through the thick emanations with a malefic and harsh aura of his own. An overbearing presence heavy like the pressure of the deep sea blanketed out from the fiery haired demon filling the claustrophobic room. Gravity seemed to warp and pull downwards as the ground reverberated. Shards of glass danced across the floor as it subtly shook. Wrath lurched forward with a wicked grimace painted across his face. A look ravenous beasts share amongst each other when fighting for dominance. Scarlet eyes alight with blood boiling fury bore into those of Pride from inches away, unyielding and defiant. He wanted to answer her last question clearly, so he made sure to be as close as he could.

"Try me..."

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@Rune_AlchemistYou can't just press all wraths buttons and run off! XD

The Sky and The Earth (A Fairy Tail RP)

Keeping an eye on this one. :D

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@Agent 47
Great! So does that mean I'm okay to post for the moment?

@jynmi88

Consider yourself in until further notice.

@Agent 47

@jynmi88Pretty sure that means yes. :P

The War of the Three

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Yes.

@TheWindel

Yay!

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Welcome back! We were really wondering where you've been. I thought you either died or left the Guild silently. But glad to have you back. You did miss some stuff but regardless after this battle thats going on, Im sure you can reintroduce Zak and Beast again.

@Lmpkio

Close enough. I finally started actually feeling like myself about a week ago. I'm very glad to be not dead though. Like...super glad. Wow. I'll see if I can read up a bit. I'll most likely jump in for the next battle or event or whatever. Is miss rebel angel still alive to tug around beast or did she sale him?

The War of the Three

Hello everyone new and old. Sorry for my abrupt and extended absence. What me and my family thought was the flu turned out to be a bit more serious. But I'm feeling well enough to get back to my hobbies. Is my kind still welcome around these parts?

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Post up. Table has been thrown. My job here is done.

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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.

"Wh..wha..what is this-?!"

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...

"H-human!? I-I-I'm...HUMAN?!" 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. "Th..this is madness...some shitty joke. No...this isn't funny..." A loud clenching sound wrung out of Wrath's hands as he clenched his fists in rage. "...This..." A droplet of blood trickled out of his grip, cascading to the ground. "THIS!..."

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. "Wait..." 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. "Envy...is that you in that little sack of meat?" Suddenly, Wrath's eyes widened again as his slow mind caught up to reality. "Wait! What did you just say?" 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. "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!?"

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. "Opportunity of the lifetime...?" Through his growing annoyance and confusion, a form of selective hearing overtook wrath. "...Arrogant fool?" His brow furrowed as his anger continued to translate the girls worlds. "Average mongrel!?" A loud slam shook the room accompanied by the hiss of fracturing glass as Wrath struck the table. "I recognize that sharp tongue and filthy smug aura anywhere! So then it was you Pride?!" 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. "I think...I remember...you....you were there! You did this didn't you?!" 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. "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!"

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Alastor Bartholomew

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Demon of Wrath - Executioner of Hell

_{The devil whispered to me "you are not strong enough to withstand this storm." I whispered back; "I am the storm..."}

Name - Alastor Bartholomew A.K.A "oh god no"
Demon - Wrath
Age - 18
Gender - Male
Height - 6'10"
Weight - 185.5lbs

Personality - In spite of being the embodiment of rage, Alastor is actually a deceptively pleasant guy. As long as he is left to his own means, he can even seem like a friendly individual. Though he tends to be a meathead and a rebel, he's actually one of the more easy going Sins. He jokes around and likes to roughhouse, pulling pranks and causing mischief with his gang of "friends;" a small group of humans who thinks he's "cool." Though he spends most of his time daydreaming in class or ditching to do random things, he does enjoy the competition involved in sports and physical education. However his temper is quite short, and when faced with authority or disagreement, he can go off like a stick of dynamite. His seemingly calm attitude can and will quickly become a enraged rampage, only ending when he either gets what he wants, or forgets why he was upset. He never backs down from a fight and has no qualms about starting them.

Other than his tantrum prone disposition, Alastor is known for being somewhat ditzy, rash, and at times outspoken. He rarely takes things seriously, mostly cause he doesn't like trying to understand things. He has quite an appetite, though nowhere near certain other gluttonous demons. When he isn't in a rage, pulling pranks, or zoning out, Alastor listens to or plays music, typically punk or grunge rock. If he isn't in or around school, Alastor spends his free time and weekends out on the town hopping from club to party, either causing trouble, getting into trouble, or drinking himself into a jolly stupor. More often than not, it's all three.

Appearance - Fair skin, pointed teeth, slightly unkempt long dark red hair that falls about an inch above his shoulders usually worn in a halfhearted ponytail, crimson eyes similar in hue to his hair, slender athletic build in proportion to his height. Alastor prefers to wear darker colors, often accentuated by spiked or studded accessories, chucks or boots, and leather jackets or coats. During the summer, he usually sports ragged cut off jeans torn around the hinges, dark button down t-shirts or wife beaters, and sandals. On occasion, one might find him in different types of athletic attire as he is part of multiple after school sports clubs.

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Powers

Rend - Exerting his might, Wrath generates massive vibrations and shock waves with his motions, which can travel though virtually any medium, including the ground, water, air, and flesh. Fueled and empowered by his rage, in the darkest of times these tremors have grown to split the earth, cause tsunamis, waken volcanoes, and reduce buildings to rubble. Wrath's natural physical capabilities are no greater than any of the other demon. However when he infuses these abilities with his attacks, his raw strength becomes matched only by the actual raw strength of Gluttony.

Acrimonious Dogma - Wrath is the emperor of rage, feeding off the anger and hate in mortal hearts, commanding those with weak wills who feel any form of animosity in his presence. Alternatively, he can extract rage from individuals and manifest it as demonic and deformed doppelgangers with strength and size relative to the amount of anger felt by the one they were extracted from.

Executioners Decree - Wrath partially regains his true demon form, taking on the appearance of a frightening winged avatar of war and vengeance, sporting hellish armor and weapons resembling those he used as the executioner of hell. It takes a lot of rage fueled energy to channel this form and usually leaves Wrath in a partial coma.

Likes - Competition, rebellions music, practical jokes, fist fighting, to crush his enemies, see them driven before him, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

Dislikes - Authority, tough guys, liars, traitors, weak winded individuals, and math.


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