Lucro the King of Hell(Sequel to El Diablo)

Chapter 5(My greatest opponent Lucro you have chosen well)

I sat down in the room. Lust sat across from me and poured two glasses. Handing me a glass she drank hers.

"So you want my soul baby" She seductively said.

"You know what I want Lust, no games let's just make this quick and easy" I said. The sins so far made me mature and I lost my sense of humanity. I had no morals. I felt no regret. I could just kill her now and take her soul, but Lust kept me listening. She got up and ran her hands across my shoulders and my chest. 

"You know I can feel them. All my siblings except for wrath and me inside you. I feel them struggling. Oh it's so beautiful. We could rule together. Me and you. Lust and Lucro. Baby we could do it all" She began to grind on me. "You feel that. That's your inner demon wanting a lil bit of lil ol me" Lust giggled. 

"NO GAMES" I shouted. 

"Oh yeah get angry. I like the anger, it gets me going" She moaned. I shoved Viper's fang into her chest. She gasped for air. 

"I told you no games, I don't play well with temptresses" I said. Her purple soul wrapped around me and I absorbed it. A symbol burned into my chest with the others. The symbols were making a pentagram. I sheathed my blade and I went to the last contract. The location was a colosseum. Wrath stood armored from head to toe. He had a rack of weapons next to him.  The armor wrapped over me. I walked toward Wrath. He began to laugh and smirk. 

"So I'm the last one. The last sin. I knew it would come to this. Lucro you are my true opponent. If I die it will be by your blade. Lucifer is in for a rude awakening my friend. Let me fight you, let me go down fighting. I know you could just snap my neck with a snap of your fingers. I can hear my siblings. My greatest opponent Lucro, you have chosen well. I am not like pride. I believe either of us can win this fight. I am not dumb like Gluttony and Greed. I know how I will die. The question is Lucro, is that today. Will you slay me, or will I slay you. Choose your weapon then we shall see" Wrath said.

"Your siblings have given me strength and they are apart of me now, Wrath we shall fight. I choose my blade. Choose your's" I answered. Wrath grabbed two sickles and put them on his back. He took off his horned helmet and knelt down. He tapped it twice before letting it sit in the sand. Wrath grabbed a greatsword and two smaller swords. Two swords were placed below the sickles. Putting two war axes on his sides he looked up to me. Looking back to the rack he grabbed a small knife. Sheathing his knife he picked up his helmet. Wrath put on his helmet and lifted his greatsword.

"You chose a Kampillian and that's all" Wrath asked adjusting his helmet. I sheath my sword.

"I am going to fight with that last, for now I will use my fists" I said cracking my knuckles.

"Let's end this then, I hope fate sends me to heaven. I am sick of the food here" Wrath said. He yelled and pointed his greatsword toward me. I took off my armor and waited. Wrath ran toward me. He swung once and I ducked under it. I hit his side making him stumble. I heard a gun fire. Syringes entered my back and collapsed into my skin. I dropped to my knees as Wrath regained composure. My arms trembled as the liquid entered my veins. I turned to see Anti with a gun and Linque next to him. I felt fur grow then disappear, my arms and hands trembled as fire covered them. The area around me seemed connected to me. Another syringe was launched into my back. It counterbalanced the effects. I stood up and Wrath swung again. The blade cut my skin the shattered. The cut stung. Wrath looked at me in fear then grabbed his war axes. I caught one of the axes mid swing as the other landed in my side. I tore out the axe and he kicked me to the ground. I toppled over as he grabbed his swords. 

"I love this, I love the bloodlust" Wrath yelled. I rolled out of the way of the swords and uppercutted him. I caught him in midair and slammed him into the dirt. I grabbed his throat as he stabbed me in the chest. I dropped to my knees. Pain shot throughout my body. I dropped him and he fell to the ground. Wrath looked to me with his arm broken. He grabbed his other sword. The blade of the other sword went through my other peck. I could barely breath. Pulling his sickles off his back Wrath put them to my neck. Rage began to fuel me. I yelled. AHHHHHHH. Wrath backed away. I tore the swords from my chest. I broke them in half. Wrath gripped his sickles. I stood up as my wounds healed. My wings popped out of my back.