Une rotule cassée, puis un coup à l'intestin, suivi d'un coup à la mâchoire. Wrath avait tout prévu. Millennie d'expertise au combat lui a permis de trouver des stratégies de combat mortelles en une seconde. Il était prêt pour toute contre-attaque de l'homme gris. Cependant, au lieu de monter une attaque féroce et sans relâche, Wrath n'a réussi qu'un gros grognement alors qu'une chaise en bois s'est écrasée à l'arrière de son crâne. Une masse massive a grandi de sa tête où la chaise a pris contact.
L'avancée du démon rampante a été arrêtée, chaque muscle de son corps s'empêchant de l'impact. Une veine s'enflamma au-dessus de son temple alors qu'une cuillerée de mort obscurcissait son visage. Les pensées de vengeance et de torture remplissaient son esprit brumeux, mais avant qu'il ne puisse penser ou parler plus loin, un second clatter fort en bois retentit dans la pièce pendant que Pride le fracassé avec la chaise une deuxième fois, l'envoyant par terre avec un lourd bruit. Tout est devenu noir. Une seconde bosse poussait sur le dessus de la première comme Wrath mis immobile sur le sol, soumis, ne serait-ce que pour le moment.
Comme si son état n'était pas suffisant, le démon pompeux n'était pas fini. Un faible grunt a échappé au corps inconscient de Wrath alors que Pride a creusé la jambe cassée de l'arme même avec laquelle elle l'a agressé dans son crâne. Un autre grognement s'est évanoui alors qu'elle prenait un siège au sommet de la chaise sur sa tête. Un grognement accompagnait chaque mouvement que le démon sadique gérait alors qu'elle berçait ou se déplaçait sur la chaise au sommet de sa tête. "Ooof!" Hurlait la colère encore très inconsciente comme le talon du démon au sommet de la chaise au sommet de sa tête lâchée au sommet de sa colonne vertébrale.
C'était la première fois qu'une entité, autre que Dieu, se tenait au-dessus de Wrath, et encore moins au-dessus de lui. C'était une première tout seul. S'il avait une idée que c'était Pride qui a été le premier être à gérer cet exploit avec ses pieds, il n'y aurait aucun mot dans aucune langue ou dimension qui pourrait commencer à décrire la destruction indicible et le chaos qui s'ensuivrait dans le sillage de sa fureur. Heureusement pour toutes les parties impliquées, son état de coma le garderait ignorant du fait. Pour l'instant, le chef de la colère était plutôt le chef d'être une jambe de chaise.
◥Alastor◤

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.





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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