[CENTER][H2][color=9e0b0f][u][b]SATAN WRATH[/b][/u][/color][/H2][/CENTER]
On his way back to his office, one of the worker demons stopped him to ask what they should do about the sign, or more precisely, the lack there-of. He gave the soul an exasperated look, opening his mouth to yell at the man. However, the said soul went from looking timid and scared to confused and curious as he looked over the Sins shoulder. Satan turned to follow his gaze, seeing a young woman crumpled on the ground behind him. [color=9e0b0f]"Well shit.."[/color] he muttered to himself, then turned back to the soul. [color=9e0b0f]"I'll ask Sloth later today, he's in charge of the welcoming committee. You lot, get back to whatever the fuck you were doing before this."[/color]

With that, he strode to the lone soul, watching as she combobulated herself again. An eyebrow rose delicately as he observed her, waiting for her to finish yelling out. [color=a187be]" I'm lost with nowhere to go! " [/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"If you have nowhere to go, you can hardly be considered lost, can you?"[/color] He inquires cooly, one tanned hand on his hip. [color=9e0b0f]"However, you wouldn't be stuck by yourself if you weren't [i]late[/i]."[/color] Not that he thought it was her fault, of course, but it was aggravating all the same. The issue of a late soul was something he would definitely have to bring up next meeting, as it provided a major security risk to the underworld. [color=9e0b0f]"No matter, I suppose I can escort you, if to just ensure that you're accounted for."[/color] Satan turned his back on the female, motioning for her to follow. [color=9e0b0f]"Oh, I'm Satan, by the way. Satan Wrath."[/color]