Sinful Delight_(0)

It was a dark night in the depths of Hell, the wind howling and storms raging on throughout the abyss. Most people were asleep, save the servants and, quite possibly, the peasants that worked the farms. That was probably because it was getting close to two in the morning. However, there were still a few individuals across the realm, awake, but not fitting into these categories…a select number of the people living inside the king’s castle. Lucifer’s Hall.

One of them, a moody bastard with the chosen name of Wrath, was starting to become restless. Tossing and turning and throwing the silk sheets of his four-poster bed onto the floor, he let out an exasperated sigh, his average skin coated in a bright sheen of sweat.

“Fuck…”
Wrath was a knight, of sorts, in the Order of the Sins. He and his siblings were bodyguards for the king, as well as pawns to be used in the Great War against the Angels. Most of the Order did not mind being used in such a manner. Some of them even considered their position a privilege, one that, while at times could be very demanding, was all worth the rewards in the end. However, Wrath was one of the ones that shared this philosophy. He hated being used as a chess piece, hated that he could not make his own decisions. His every move plotted out for him, only being a means to an end…it was maddening. Nearly ironic, considering the devilish spirit of Wrath that raged within his body.

But there was one solace in his grim life… Not that he would admit it, of course. That solace came in the form of his “sister”, the vassal of Envy. Another of the Order of Sins. A slight smirk played upon his lips at the thought of her muscular form. The relationship they shared was…scandalous at best, even by Hell’s standards. Not that either of them cared. They had been assured by King Lucifer that their relationship would be allowed, provided that it did not get in the way of their jobs.

So it remained vaguely known throughout the order that Wrath and Envy were lovers, of sorts. Unnecessary, in his opinion, but Envy enjoyed the idea so he said nothing about it.

A sigh escaped from between Wrath’s rough lips, his eyes slowly opening to look up at the dark ceiling of his chambers. The small candle in the corner of the room made for a dancing light to look at, though it was still a rather boring sight.

He groaned.

It was another sleepless night for him, another night that he could do naught but fantasize about the realm of dreams that he so desperately wanted to enter. Funny, the sin of anger wanted to dream. It was almost comical. Except that Wrath would eviscerate anyone who told him so.