Wrath's Agony

Wrath's Fury

"They. Will pay."

And so, he ventured out. His clothes half torn, his body, absolutely covered with burn marks, bruises and cut scars. All visible to the the naked eye. But the most painful sight to see, was his back.

Orning his back, was a massive purple and burning ring, that seem dug into his skin. It was simply surrounding a star. A well known satanic symbol. However, there were two slight twisted. In the center of the star, was an additionnal symbol. The symbol of the demon of Wrath himself. Belial.

And so, he walked, towards his old house. As he would after a regular beating. Except this time. HE, had the power. They would be kneeling before him. They would be begging him to stop.

And so, when he arrived. He kicked down the door, the top bolts darting off, letting the door fall heavily against the wall. His bare torso had been completely healed. Being in the early afternoon. His parents had just woken up. So, they saw him.

And their jaws simply dropped. The now possessed Vaenatt, standing on the door mat. The very door mat, he used to sleep on. His anger driven eyes had turned a dark purple. And they simply stared at his parents, with a mix of agony, pain and anger. His father, after about half a dozen seconds, came back to his senses and got up, grabbing the closest object he could use as a bat, or a crowbar, and moved towards Vaenatt.

"And here I thought you died you little cunt. Looks like I'm going to have to beat the living shit out of you a second time!"

Without a word, he stood there, waiting, patiently. Until his father swung.

He swiftly dodged the hit, by passing under the weapon, and simply landed a nasty blow, on his father's kidney. The, what seemed to feel like a gargantuan punch, sent his father straight to the wall. Making him hit his head violently, almost knocking him out clean cold.

Vaenatt walked over, and grabbed the man's collar. And with no hesitation, he simply started to "beat the living shit" out of his father.

In the mean time, his mother had gotten up, running to find the double barreled shotgun, they had stored in one of the numerous closests in the house. When she came back, her husband's face, as well as Vaenatt's fist. Were covered in blood. Dripping, soaking and staining the carpet with the velvet color.

She shot the first bullet in her son's shoulder, and the second in his lower back, not noticing the symbol at first.

But when she did, right after the numerous pieces of metal penetrated his skin, the blood gushing out of the new holes. She suddenly petrified in shock, and disbelief
. That, mark. The deal with the devil.

But. She couldn't overcome her new discovery. That Vaenatt's skin abruptly set on fire. Melting his skin, pushing the unwanted scrap out of his body, mending his wounds, unnaturally.

And so, he turned to face her, letting his genitor's body fall flat on the ground. Completely unconscious. His unsettling look could only be interpreted by something despicable, even without mentioning the disturbing angry smile that went with it.

He got up slowly. His movements almost mecanical, as his soul, and what was left of his humanity. Faded away. Drifting and withering away. With each passing second. And he struck, only once. With a punch hard enough to snap her jaw out of place, knocking her unconcsious too. And so, they were completely out. Rendered nothing but, limp husks. Unable to move.