Asran practically ran all the way back to his office. When he collapsed in his chair he was panting, and then slammed his head into the desk. “God I’m such an idiot,” he said. Someone across from him started giggling rather loudly. “[color=f7976a]yes comrade Gluttony I’d have to agree with that,[/color]” a familiar female demonic voice said. They had a slight Russian accent that was enough to hear it, but also understand what they said. “Wrath... What the hell are you doing here,” he said moving his head to look up at the woman sitting across from him. She was wearing leather bikers attire with a red tube top, and a pair of aviator sunglasses in her jackets breast pocket. She had a leather hat with a chain over the rim, atop windswept blond hair. “What I can’t visit a friend,” she asked shrugging. “Not when you didn’t announce you were coming. So who are you hiding from this time?” The woman looked away, “why do I have to be hiding from someone. I could just genuinely want to see you.” Asran very visibly rolled his eyes at the demon lord across from him. “Oh please, give me a little more credit than that,” he said.

Lady Wrath looked away toying with her hands nervously. “To be honest comrade Pride is worried about you. He sent me here to check on you see if you are okay. The anniversary is coming up after all.” Asran looked away from wrath after raising his head off his desk to lean back in his chair. “I’m fine,” he said firmly. “You don’t seem fine, you’ve let priests into your kingdom. Let them shamble around unimpeded even helping them. Did you forget what,” Wrath stopped herself from finishing that sentence. As the look Asran gave her was one she envied as the pure rage on his face made even her frightened. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. Asran let out a deep sighing breath as he rubbed at his forehead. “I’m fine Wrath, you don’t need to worry so much,” he said. Wrath just nodded, “I know you say you are. But, until I can make sure I am staying here. Along with filling a complete report for Pride to be satisfied with as well.” Asran was tired very tired so he didn’t bother arguing. Especially since he knew Wrath loved to argue, “How long do you think it’ll be?” Wrath just shrugged as even she wasn’t sure. “Great... I’ll set you up in the guest house I have,” he said shutting his eyes. 

“Don’t worry so much Asran, things will be over before you know it. Plus I can help you take out those priests. No need to thank me,” she said. “Zotova don’t even think about it. You’ll only cause me trouble if you do that. I have things handled,” he snapped. Zotova just let out an amused purr only to earn a hissing growl back from Asran. “Don’t Zotova, you know I’m stronger than you. Don’t make me hurt you,” He said still growling. Only for Zotova to boop him on the nose with a finger. “Not as weakened as you are right now. It’d be like drowning a sack of kittens to beat you as you are. You keep refusing to eat your staple food. Hmm, maybe feeding you those priests will do you some good. Starting with that priestess, I’m sure with how long you’ve been around her. The thoughts crossed your mind a few dozen times alrea,” Zotova was interrupted by Asran slamming his fists into his desk. Making the whole thing tremble. “[color=00aeef]Don’t, even, think, about, it,[/color]” Asran said his eyes glowing.