Wrath's Story

Wrath.

"Time to lose fucker" he roared to pump himself up. Wrath's favorite pass time was this pit, No rules bare knuckle fighting tournament. This pit was a circle, concrete high walled dirt filled pit. He had held this tournament for most the day now and it was his time to compete as the current champion. His dark baggy jeans got covered in the dust when he landed in the pit. His muscular upper frame completely visible since he left his jacket up top. His troops were cheering already and the fight had not even began. Hearing the man run behind him, he turned and martial art flipped him over his shoulder and onto the floor. But hesitated with the follow up strike, before delivering a full powered punched to the face " Son of a bitch..... why is it always my fights interrupted" he said jumping out of the pit and grabbing his jacket on his way out

Kicking the door open with his heavy boot, he bowed his head " Lord" he said in greeting before moving himself to one of the chairs, throwing his jacket roughly on the back of the chair, before sitting down onto the chair. His large frame seemed to completely fill the chair.His messy hair was flicked out the way as he turned to greet his two fellow sins " Comrades". He had just got their in time to hear Lucifer tell them what to do. He probably did not realize he had sat himself down in the corner to hear the tail end of his lord speak, but aside from that he was clueless, all he really heard was fuck off