Chapitre premier: Artéfacts
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Trois poings claqués dans... Louise? Son corps plus grand a absorbé le plus gros de l'impact, la faisant revenir hors de sa forme, a doublé la douleur tandis que Sebastian, actuellement possédé par Wrath, a été jeté en arrière quelques pieds avant de descendre à un rouleau d'achoppement loin d'eux. Il lui a fallu une minute avant qu'il ne se lève à nouveau.
Gula! Débarrassez-vous de ça maintenant! Cette affaire ne vous parle pas... C'est entre Acedia et moi...
Gula! Débarrassez-vous de ça maintenant! Cette affaire ne vous parle pas... C'est entre Acedia et moi...
Alors qu'il s'approchait, il tira sur Louise un éblouissement menaçant sombre. Il n'était pas d'humeur à plaisanter. Alors qu'il s'approchait, il s'empara de l'infirme Lousie par la jambe et la jeta, considérant qu'elle avait trop de mal à bouger.
Il leva un seul poing, brûlant comme le soleil du jour et se retourna. Si la colère avait été sous sa vraie forme, le coup suivant n'aurait fait que du mal. Cependant, il était, comme le reste d'entre eux, piégé avec un humain et avec cela a eu un prix. La mort n'était pas seulement un mot maintenant, c'était une issue sérieuse et possible pour ces péchés, et la colère était sur le point de tuer Sloth jusqu'à-
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Son poing ne s'arrêta qu'à un seul pouce de son visage avant que le démon ne retombe dans la douleur des...chaînes d'or?
Au-dessus de Jake, Wrath avait été lié par des chaînes dorées, des chaînes qui semblaient lui causer de la douleur. Maudite permise, Wrath s'élança vers le haut et murmura un audible et venimeux "Youuuuu" à une boule d'énergie d'or et de blanc, avant qu'elle ne tire vers le bas et dans Sebastian et puis, il gela. On aurait dit qu'il était gelé à temps. Cela durerait un peu avant que Sebastian ne brille en blanc. Sa lumière s'éclaircit et s'éclaircit avant d'exploser dans les rayons sacrés de la lumière, l'orbe d'avant tiré de Sebastians en arrière comme un canon, le recul envoyant Sebastian à terre, inconscient un instant avant que ses yeux s'ouvrent.
Ma putain de tête...
Name:
Sabastian Matthews
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

He never had white hair when he was younger. Around the age of 16 it had begun to turn white. He found out that in his genetics premature grey hair ran in his family, starting with his great-grandfather. Despite that his stumble of a beard remains light brown. He stands roughly at 6'3" and 200lbs with an athletic build. Usually he can be seen wearing brown boots, black army pants that he picks up from surplus stores, brown or white shirts and a red or black jacket.
Sin: Wrath
Personality:
He is quite the optimistic one, trying to see the positive side of things rather than the negative. Sabastian is able to keep things alive through his energetic and welcoming aura and his eccentric attitude about life. However, after taking the artifact of wrath, his disposition has slowly started changing, going from the "glass-half-full" attitude to a more "glass-half-empty" view. He has become a bit more temperamental and cynical towards life, and even more so violent. Sabastian has caught himself lashing out as of late, immediately apologizing to those around him but the further they delve into the depths of hell, the worse he is becoming. The power over one of nature's elements has slowly been going to his head, worming his way into his personality and infecting his mind. He is becoming his own enemy.
Fears:
The fear of dying and remaining in hell is the most present fear he has gained. That, or losing himself to the madness of power stemming from the wrath artifact.
Biography:
Ah the college years, he first met his friends at a frat house party, seen playing beer pong, but with shots. He was the kid that puked on the officers foot at the end of the night and attempted to run away, only to slam his head into the cruisers quarter panel. That was fun explaining to his parents. But Sabastian was more than that. He partied as hard as he worked, elevating him self to the fourth of his graduating class despite his head being filled with hops and fermented corn. On occasions he would hold group studies with them or invite them to his rental house, paid for by his father and mother.
But outside of college is where his friendship with them took off and it started with the death of his father. A drunk driver took his father out when he was returning home from a double at his job. Sabastian was a wreck and in a drunken stupor attempted to commit suicide via a bullet to the brain. No one knew where to find him and had gotten the police involved but it was his friends, specifically his crush, that managed to find him as the rest followed suit. They stood by him throughout his grieving and it drew him closer to them. A few years after that they could be seen doing many things.
Their friendship was etched into stone when this event arose, saving one of his friends from a near death moment. However, he had blacked out at that point, the point he had took possession of wrath. His fate is yet to be determined as is his mental health. A lot can happen in a short frame of time, but a lot more can happen in the depths of the seven circles of the Fallen's dwelling.