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Ira stood over a mangled body, his right hand slick with warm blood. Ira was always amazed at how easily mortals could break. He had only hit this one once, one good blow to the side of his head. Ira's hand had connected with the man's head, then continued through the skin and bones into the grey matter underneath. A wave of savage pleasure had followed the crunch of the man's skull. Ira had been pacing, still fuming about the other Sins. this man had just happened to turn the corner, not realizing the evil on the other side. Ira had ended this man's life without hesitation. The death had calmed Ira down significantly. While the other Sins acted out with their sexuality, Ira used violence to sate his desires.

It was only a quick time before one of the staff members of The Tattered Robe appeared. The imp, disguised in the flesh of a young man, was used to cleaning up after Ira "vented" his anger. The imp picked up the corpse and carried it off towards one of the many cellars, to be used as food for Ira's Familiar, a mighty Kodiak bear named Scourge. The bear's face was just as scarred as it's masters, evidence to the countless battles it and Ira had triumphed. Scourge was one of the few things Ira truly cared for.

Ira, now calmed, began to make his way back to the other Sins. Although he loathed most of the Sins, he knew how useful they were, as well as how necessary they were to his plan. He would let them run amok, weakening the forces of Heaven, and once they had served their purpose, Wrath would play his hand, using the demons under his control to exact revenge upon the Angels. They had cast him out for a mistake, as well as the one he cared for... for nothing more than loving him.

Ira turned the corner, the Sins finally coming into view. Gluttony and Pride were locked in a kiss. Ira rolled his eye. Then he looked at Lust, and the way she looked at him... It was a look of unadulterated lust, but somewhere in there was the Angel he knew in Heaven. Her stare always made him uncomfortable, not that he'd ever show it. Ira stood outside of the circle the others formed, content to be the outsider. He was just waiting for their conversation to die down, because when it did, he would be the one "elected" to go and fetch Envy from her room. Not a task he particularly hated, but one he didn't particularly enjoy either.