[CENTER][H2][color=9e0b0f][u][b]SATAN WRATH[/b][/u][/color][/H2][/CENTER]
Wrath was just on his way to rouse the head of the Soul Division when he saw said man slink out of his office dressed, infuriatingly so, as a slob. Smoothing his hands down his own neat, button-up shirt, the redhead began his march to yell at the lazy sin when he caught a glimpse of the new sign. Or, rather, the [i]same damn sign[/i] with a sloppy line through it and- Wrath barely slows down as the disgusting sign catches fire, but allows himself a glance at the disgruntled workers so he would know whom to punish later for their laziness. Anyone who had been dead for any amount of time should know better than to go against Wraths direction. It would have been easier for them to just make a new sign as he had instructed them to, instead of trying to paint over the food particles. There were reasons behind why the sin wanted things done a certain way, but down here, no one seemed to care for neatness.. [color=f7976a][i]'Or punctuality.'[/i][/color]

He approached the group of new souls just in time to hear a, quite moronic in his opinion, question be asked by a man with discoloration around his throat.

[color=9e0b0f]"This.. Isn't... Hell."[/color] The sin seethed, teeth clenched. [color=f7976a][i]'Damn it, Gluttony.'[/i][/color] He would have to have (another) sit-down with the girl. [color=9e0b0f]"This is the [i]Underworld[/i], kid. As for proof.."[/color] Wrath shrugs, head rolling to look behind him. [color=9e0b0f]"Well, have you ever seen a place like this on Earth?"[/color]