Energy roiled through the room as the frightening strength of the two demon powerhouses stared each other down. Their oppressive auras grinding the small space between them. The tension peaked as it seemed like a pin drop would spark all hell to break lose from either side. However before Wrath's fury had the chance to grow any further, the strange magical presence choked the room, once again catching Wrath off guard. Enter the silver haired man in grey through a door the enraged demon didn't even realize existed. The sight grabbed a hold of his small attention span, drawing his gaze toward middle aged man as he began to speak.
Like Envy, Wrath didn't really understand much of the mans few words. Mostly because he was very annoyed and on the brink of rampage. However he managed to comprehend a few scraps of information from what the mysterious grey man had to say. Of that information, the part about paying for the shattered table stood out to him. Wrath scoffed, turning completely away from Pride and now facing the toward the stranger. "Me? Pay? What a foolish notion." The thought of anyone exacting a price on the ruler of revenge was almost laughable in his eyes. "The only one here who's going to pay is you for such insolence. Pay in shredded flesh and splintered bone when I split the earth beneath your feet and reduce this strange hovel of a prison to rubble!" With an open hand, Wrath raised his palm to face the grey man, and balled his fist heavily, as if to clench the air before him. But nothing happened. After a brief pause, he tried again.
The confused and angry demon made a fool of himself for several moments as he made several gestures and motions, waving his fists about like a drunken dancer while everyone in the room looked on. His eyes widened again. "What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!" It wasn't just prides power. Wrath felt his own power well up inside him just moments ago. However they are all nullified somehow. Finally Wrath stopped, feeling a bit winded for the first time in his existence. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Wrath looked toward the grey man. "You...you smell different." Like any other beast, Wrath had an acute sense of smell. It was one of the traits that made up for his lack of intellect. "You're the only one here who doesn't reek of sin and brimstone." Slowly, the dumbfounded demon began to piece together the facts.
"Speaking as if you have some control over us...this is no doubt your doing." Concluded Wrath. With rebellion painted across his face, the fuming demon traded his scowl of a creeping grin. "Go ahead who or whatever you are. Make me human. Imprison me. Strip me of my powers and my throne. Try as hard as you like to quell the fury of furies." Even without powers, Wrath has slayed many amongst the pits of hell. Thousands of demons amongst his innumerable ranks of minions would challenge him for his thrown daily, and he often answered the call in the most gruesome of ways, crushing those that would dare stand against him with his bare claws. He felt this would be no different. "I'll still decorate the walls with your innards and make tapestry from your skin, even if I must tear through you with mortal fingers! That will be your payment for this disgrace!" Without a second thought, Wrath threw himself at the man fists bared. A primal scream escaped his human lungs as he quickly closed the distance, ready to unleash his savage rage upon the grey man.
Like Envy, Wrath didn't really understand much of the mans few words. Mostly because he was very annoyed and on the brink of rampage. However he managed to comprehend a few scraps of information from what the mysterious grey man had to say. Of that information, the part about paying for the shattered table stood out to him. Wrath scoffed, turning completely away from Pride and now facing the toward the stranger. "Me? Pay? What a foolish notion." The thought of anyone exacting a price on the ruler of revenge was almost laughable in his eyes. "The only one here who's going to pay is you for such insolence. Pay in shredded flesh and splintered bone when I split the earth beneath your feet and reduce this strange hovel of a prison to rubble!" With an open hand, Wrath raised his palm to face the grey man, and balled his fist heavily, as if to clench the air before him. But nothing happened. After a brief pause, he tried again.
The confused and angry demon made a fool of himself for several moments as he made several gestures and motions, waving his fists about like a drunken dancer while everyone in the room looked on. His eyes widened again. "What? No! I just felt the contemptuous will of that whelp Pride nearly bind me! Where are my powers?!" It wasn't just prides power. Wrath felt his own power well up inside him just moments ago. However they are all nullified somehow. Finally Wrath stopped, feeling a bit winded for the first time in his existence. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Wrath looked toward the grey man. "You...you smell different." Like any other beast, Wrath had an acute sense of smell. It was one of the traits that made up for his lack of intellect. "You're the only one here who doesn't reek of sin and brimstone." Slowly, the dumbfounded demon began to piece together the facts.
"Speaking as if you have some control over us...this is no doubt your doing." Concluded Wrath. With rebellion painted across his face, the fuming demon traded his scowl of a creeping grin. "Go ahead who or whatever you are. Make me human. Imprison me. Strip me of my powers and my throne. Try as hard as you like to quell the fury of furies." Even without powers, Wrath has slayed many amongst the pits of hell. Thousands of demons amongst his innumerable ranks of minions would challenge him for his thrown daily, and he often answered the call in the most gruesome of ways, crushing those that would dare stand against him with his bare claws. He felt this would be no different. "I'll still decorate the walls with your innards and make tapestry from your skin, even if I must tear through you with mortal fingers! That will be your payment for this disgrace!" Without a second thought, Wrath threw himself at the man fists bared. A primal scream escaped his human lungs as he quickly closed the distance, ready to unleash his savage rage upon the grey man.
