[center][h2]Molten Core-A time for respite[/h2][/center]

Wrath visibly flinched with the member of the Council member marked the Templar himself. In the three hundred years that the Nephilim had been alive, he'd never found anything worth being so afraid of, but what he'd witnessed before the human disappeared, well, that wasn't a pleasant thing to observe. When they were given permission to go to the Citadel, Wrath lingered a moment more, watching those who were undecided a moment before turning and following the path. He kept pace with Akoni, debating on how best to address him. [color=FireBrick]"Interesting day for you I bet. First the Seal, now a servant of the single most powerful force in all Reality. Ever think you'd end up here?"[/color]

He knew he was being foolish, most mages he'd met in his wanderings, including those few angels who preferred magic over holy might, spent large chunks of their lives trying to get to the Molten Core so he didn't see why a Human mage would be different. Wrath had spent some years of his wandering trying to find a way to catch a glimpse of one of the Horsemen, to see the terrifying visages that his mentors and teachers in Heaven lived in fear of. Not that he'd ever had any luck, so he'd eventually given up and settled on just trying to avoid spitted by one of them himself, though it would seem that all those times he'd ducked his head down to avoid being detected had been pointless, learning the Council had known about him the whole time.