Wrath's Agony

Wrath's Conjuring

Vaenatt had made his way to a nearby city, Azkarda. A densely populated city on the outskirts of the region. For that matter, it was subject to many crimes, as it was a gateway for drug dealers and mobsters, to bring in multiple types of illegal merchandise, such as drugs and weapons.
That didn't see to bother the boy.
He entered the town, not a care in the world, for he knew what he was. And what his anger would cause.
But he would like to avoid that.
Multiple deranged looks, from innocent bystanders, to obvious criminals were bestowed upon him. Wondering, what a young teenager, would be doing in such a place.
He noticed but didn't care. He was here for one thing, and one thing only. The mob.
It became quickly obvious to him. That the only way to get their attention. Was to let people know he was looking for them. His game plan went as such.

He entered one of the most renowned bars in the city. And simply asked the bartender, for a drink, which to his surprise, was served to him, nice and cold. Waiting for as many people to enter the bar as possible he asked where he could find the boss.
He would go on to repeat this process in most establishements he entered. And eventually. His plan would see. Some form of success.

It took him a measely three days, before he woke up in a cold, stale grey room. Nothing but concerete and stone. He looked down, and to his surprise. No one was there. Just him. An empty chair and a table. On which was set an array of different torture utensils. Which he recognized back from when his father used to use them.

'Stupid fucks. Well, I guess it's standard intimidation proceedures.'

He thought to himself.
Belial could only agree, the lack of originality became very unamusing to him also.
It did not take long before a man in a tacky suit came storming into the room. By the looks on his face, and the quality of his suit. He could be nothing more than an underling. Vaenatt sighed silently.

"What the fuck is this?! The someone looking for us is a child?!"

"I'm not looking for you. I simply want to talk. To your boss. Nothing more. Nothing less."

The speed and tone of Vaenatt's response seemed to shock the underling. It seemed as if he had never seen anyone respond to him as such.

"Alright smart guy. You think you're funny. You think you're tough. But this is the mob. We own this city. And you think you can just waltz in. And talk to our boss just like that?"

The man grabbed a knife and swiftly planted it in Vaenatt's right hand. That was evidently locked onto the table.

'Not yet Belial, or the plan won't work'

The demon scoffed once more, as the annoyance that this mere goon represented was starting to revolt him.
He complied however and did not take action.
Pain jolted through Vaenatt's arm. But he did not winch in pain. He'd felt worse.

"Yes. Yes I think I can. So. Either you give him a call and he comes to see me. Or you take him to me. I'm not interested in speaking with one of his buffoons."

"Why you little fucking bra-..."

Vaenatt could feel the man's anger, not only as he said what he and Belial were thinking. But also as a jeweled and what he thought to be an overweight hand came and stopped the mobster from punching Vaenatt right then and there.

"Thank you, John. I'll take it from here."

"But-..."

"No buts."

Vaenatt was quick to put a face on the voice, as a very bulky man, appeared from in behind the said John. He was wearing what appeared to be a very expensive suit. And own multiple gold rings. Surely made specifically for him. As names could be discerned from them. Anastasia, was the only name he could make out however.

"You were looking for me. Well. Here I am. Now, what do you want?"

This made Vaenatt smile. The tact and speed at which the conversation was taking place was to the half demon's liking.

"Straight to the point I like it."

"Don't waste my time."

His tied up wrists started to heat up. Ready to melt the iron that bound him to the table.

"I'm here for work?"

The boss marked a pause. A smile grew onto his lips as he and John started laughing frantically. It seemed as though the boy wasn't taken seriously. And rightfully so to be completely honest. They calmed down a little.

"Ah yes. A 17 year old boy. Ha! Don't make me laugh. I have guys twice your age and triple your size. What do you think you can do for me boy?"

The boss, who's name was up to now unown to him started to get into his face, bending down to belittle him.
The iron bent to his will and he freed his hands he got up promptly, and looked down on the man. He ripped the knife out of his hand, and instantaneously stuck it into the table, missing the man's shoulder by a couple of inches. During this time, the boss and his underlings were too shocked at the fact that the bot had even gotten up to respond. Dumbfounded by this, they seemed unresponsive, as if it were a dream.

"I see you're taking me lightly. I wasn't joking around. Bring me your guys. And I'll show you just what I can be of use for."

The two, seemingly low ranked goons immediately took out their weapons and took aim. John here didn't seem to like this tone once again as his anger built up. He was about to order the men to fire, but once again, the boss stepped in, raising his hand.

"Kid, you've got a pair, showing up in my city. Menacing me, in front of my men. For that. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. I'm going to send a few of my best guys. And they'll show you how the, fuck, things work in this city."

Vaenatt couldn't seem to feel any anger coming from this one. He smiled, as his professionnalism, and how he got to where he is now was showing. If Belial weren't so biased towards the "turd stain" that served him, named John, they both might have has respect for the man.

"I can't wait to make them bite the dust."

He sat back down, and simply smirked. The shit eating grin on his face, belonged to no other than Belial. Who was purposefully taunting John. The demonic duo then turned to the boss. As their plan, was a complete sucess.

[Hey, it's the Author here. So, I was going to warn everyone that the next episode will be very graphic. Similarly to the first episode. Bones, bruises and cuts will be involved. There might and probably will be gunshots too. That will obviously be involving blood, lots of it.]