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

Once he had finally made it to his office, Satan immediately began dialing numbers, having both his phones ringing at once. The first phone was to the security building, the second to their militia headquarters. He had to fight nearly every meeting to keep the two services separate, as some thought it would be more efficient to merge the two even though they were [i]not the same, damnit![/i] Dispatch picked up immediately, and the Sin barked into the receiver [color=9e0b0f]"I need 5 guards down at the portal, and 50% more men towards efforts on the perimeter until further notice."[/color] Satan barely waited for the dispatchers affirmation before slamming that receiver back onto it's hook, still waiting for the other line to pick up. [color=9e0b0f]"Sergeant, what the fuck took you so long? This shift is literally just answering the damn phones! Request the General meet me in my office at his earliest convenience, kid."[/color]

Satan returned the receiver just to pick the other one up to dial his boss. They would have to call a meeting in, preferably within the next few hours, to discuss these recent events. Hopefully the Sin would have time to calm down by then, as his claws and fangs had returned the moment he stepped into his office. The problem with Wrath was that he didn't worry so much as he just got frustrated when things went wrong and couldn't calm down until they found a solution. If this incident was in any way related to the the 'holier-than-thou' mutants, then they may be on the verge of war.. again. Wrath may not like about 85% of the population in the Underworld, but they were better than the ass-hats in 'Heaven', that was certain. And while his main trait was unwarranted anger towards everything and everyone, there was also a deep sense of loyalty to the other Souls and especially the Sins.. Even Sloth.

[color=9e0b0f]"Comon, Thurman, pick up already you bastard.."[/color] Satan muttered under his breath as he paced the floor anxiously, the ground under him briefly catching fire at each of his footfalls.