"I fucking hate this form," snarled Wrath as he rotated his shoulders. Unlike his brothers, his wings were tattered and torn from the countless wars that he had been in. They weren't strong enough to hold him up in flight, and combined with his missing right horn, he was a sitting duck for any demon who wanted to prove their worth.
"You look like a bonfire," whispered Hattie as she turned just enough to be able to see Wrath in his full form. To say that he was simply red wasn't doing him any justice at all. That was like saying the sun was yellow or the sky was blue.
He was all the different shades of red as they shimmered under his skin. If you looked close enough, you might even be able to see a very small blue flame that was surrounded by a golden yellow color. He didn't have sparkles like Pride did, but every time he so much as shifted his weight, the 'flames' of his skin rippled in response.
