Wrath's Agony

Wrath's Grasp

Several weeks had passed since the incident. Nothing tied him to his crime, his burns, his scars. Everything led to him being a lucky survivor. It was perfect. The perfect crime.

Since then had embraced it. Wrath. He had become it's very Advocate. And he was enjoying it, the anger. The feeling of vanquishing his enemies, leaving nothing but ash in his wake. Nothing could stop him. He was finally free of everything. He had no rules, he had nothing to hold him back, nothing to stop him. His parent's fortune was in his hands, but, he knew it wouldn't last him a life time. He knew he needed some form of income. At least until he fulfilled his side of the bargain.

"It seems you haven't forgot. Vaenatt, my request."

That voice... Belial! He knew it all too well, a small, slightly nervous smile crossed his face.

"Wait. You can hear my thoughts?"

"Of course I can child. We are one, we have bonded, fused out very essence together. I hear you, you hear me."

So, he had an ally with him at all times? He seemed to enjoy that idea.

"Well, what do you have in mind child?"

Nothing seemed to come to his attention, obviously. Joining a gang could work, but would be a little too much. He scratched his head.

"Tell me Belial, do you have an idea, where the person you are looking for is?"

"Unfortunately. I do not, human. I'm a demon, not a living fucking compass."

He frowned. He did not like the tone, or the appelation.

"Listen, we're bound together, so I think. For the good of us both, and this bargain. That we should treat, at least one another. With some form of respect. Or this just won't work out."

"Work out?! Child, I don't think you comprehend this quite as well as you think you do. This. Contract, this bond. You ain't getting rid of it. You're stuck with me. And I ain't going anywhere."

Vaenatt sighed, longly. He hated to admit it, but he already knew that it was the case. He had simply hoped, that it wouldn't have to be insufferable. He was beat, and didn't have the motivation to argue.

"Fine, I've got an idea that could get us places. And get us money. But. You are going to have to bear with me. Because it's not going to be to your liking."

If the demon had eyebrows, he would probably be raising them, as Vaenatt could feel the inner scoff that the demon let him perceive. He smiled, ever so slightly. Having removed the demon's fighting spirit.
Determined, and ready to get things done, he left the abandonned ruins he had made his temporary hideout, and made way to the nearest city.