Wrath was in the guest house living room. Sitting on a plush couch leather couch, her legs up on a wooden coffee table. Her coat was off, and hanging over the back with her hat on top. She was enjoying a bottle of ale as she watched a crystal ball with rapt attention. She was watching her brother Gluttony saying goodbye to Ayrie. As she was passed over to a demon who was going along with her machinations. 

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“Hello priestess, my name is Mara. I’ll be esscorting you home you’ve nothing to fear while I’m here,” the demoness said. Her voice was soft with a light rasping hiss. Her eyes a cloudy blue a trademark Ayrie May have noticed was found in all the demons under Asran’s employ.

“Mara will take good care of you. She’s good at finding 3 dimensional solutions to problems. I trust her with my life,” Asran said smiling at Ayrie. He was forced into a wheelchair at the doctors orders. Even though he could easily stand by now, then again walking was another matter.