[CENTER][H2][color=9e0b0f][u][b]SATAN WRATH[/b][/u][/color][/H2][/CENTER]

[color=a187be] "Hail Satan!"[/color]

Satan rolled his eyes at the gesture, cursing his luck. Of course he would get the one snarky bitch. Although, he didn't quite mind her attitude as much as he had the males. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm not the fucking 'King' down here, sweetheart, just head of Security and Militant forces. This isn't the Hell you were taught in Church, either. There are 7 'Sins', and we all run the Underworld equally. At least, in theory. Usually Belphegor is in charge of getting new souls acquainted, and you should have been held until tomorrow during the scheduled time.."[/color]

Wrath reaches into his pocket for his packet of cigarettes, taking one and slipping it between his lips. [color=9e0b0f]"It's a rarity that a soul slips through at an undesignated time.. I will say, though, it's a relief that you're well aware of your death.. Suicide? Or was your fall really just that high?"[/color] He offers the girl a cigarette, his own lighting as if of it's own volition. He was shit at small talk, and he didn't even know why he was attempting it, but the walk to Envys office was long enough that he figured he could try. Anyways, he liked her spirit.


[@CyanideSweetie]