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Music I chose to listen to while typing this.
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" My love, they are coming!" Came a highly stressed, female voice.

The only other being in the room turns to face the women, and then the stone door. Curly black hair cascaids down a face stricken with fear. His glowing red eyes watch the stone for a moment, before grunting, going back to his task.

" I'm working on it Malie, just a few more minutes.."

Focusing on his task, the man continued to pump more energy into the black orb before him. The pressence of magic was thick in the air, one could even taste it should they open their mouth. The orb pulsaited with a sickly light blue light.

" My dear sweet Wrath...we dont have minutes. We may not ha--"

She was stopped in mid sentance. A loud crash resounded through out the room, forcing her to duck and cover her head. The stone door was shattered effortlessly by a large man, carring a silver shield. Without a word, the man lunged forward, lifting the large shield up and slamming it down towards Wrath. Wrath, eyes going wide ducks and rolls, rising from the floor, a black and red claymore in hand. From the wreckage of the door, another man enters. Unlike the other, this one has long curly fiery red hair, and in his hands is a red and silver claymore. A mirror image of Wraths. Opposing twins one could say.

" You are not welcome here Joviel..or Gabriel. Leave now.."

Joviel frowns, glancing to his brother drawing his shield close to himself and crouching, ready to lunge forward once more.

" We cannot allow you to do what you plan Wrath...God wont allow it."

Gabriel chuckles after his response, glancing to the black orb. He then looks to the human female, frowning lightly.

" Planning on sacrificing her? Disgusting Wrath...truly disgusting.."

" Screw you Gabriel, you and your Hound Master know nothing of what I plan to do.."

With those words, Wrath spun forward, raising his blade and bringing it down hard towards the red haired man. Joviel, fearing for his brother shoved the other aside, lifting his shield and screaming in pain as the two objects collided, sparks of dark magic sprawing out. Gabriel, hissing softly moved to stand infront of the human, pointing his blade at Wrath. White and red fire spiraled out of it towards the man. Wrath roared in pain as the fire slammed into his being, throwing him into a wall filled with shelves. The items upon which fell and broke, filling the air with an acidic poison as the liquids mixed. Malie coughed and gagged, lifting her shirt to cover her mouth. Joviel backed towards the door, trying to give himself more room to work with, as Wrath stood slowly.

" They say you Archangels know no sin....I shall give you that mortal delight!"

From his finger tips sprung black fire, which billowed towards the red haired man. Gabriel yelped and dove away. The Black fire, continued on its path, engulfing the women. Wrath's eyes went wide, dropping his claymore. Both Joviel and Gabriel reached out helplessly as her mortal form was burned beyound ash. Not a trash of her was left behind. Both Archangels looked to Wrath, looks of blaim and judgement upon their faces..which fadded at the sins words.

" I...loved her. I was trying...to give her immortality..and you...took her.."

The room began to quake. Stone began to creak, and groan. More bottles fell from the shelves. Black fire began to grow, and lick the walls. The orb in the middle of the room began to pulsate brighter. Both Joviel and Gabriel gagged and choked, dropping to their knees as the sheer amount of sin began to overwhelm them. Wrath continued to stare at where she had been standing just moments before...

" Gabb...y we need...to get out.."

" Have...to shatter..."

The Orb, as if understanding hte threat, sent a beam of black energy into the chest of the fire haired Archangel. He screamed and howled in pain, arching back as blazing red wings ripped from his back, revealing all his glory. His chest began to wither and burn as the beam fadded, his insides revealed. Blacked and burned to ash, the Archangel began to sufficate, unable to draw a breath, as he succumbed to the evil in the room. Joviel, gathering what strength he could, gathered his brother and ran, leaving the Sin to his own devices.

Wrath stepped forward slowly, wrapping his hands around the orb. Murder was upon his face, revenge danced upon his sneer. He gritted his teeth in pain, as the pure energy of sin began to course through him. His flesh withered and burned, only to be healed seconds later. The building soon became completely engulffed in black fire. Wrath vanished, without a word, lettng the building burn to nothing, leaving only blackned glass in the middle of the desert...

The Gates of Heaven screamed in pain. The sound of a thousand children screaming thundered through out the Heavens. Outside hte pearly gates to paradise stood Wrath. His body mishapened and twisted. A black and burned horn protruded from the right side of his forehead, a seven tattered wings arrose from his back. Black sludge, and tentacles dripped and slithered about his body, as he slammed his claymore into the gates. Once more, the Heavens screamed in pain, the light shinning from the entrance to Heaven dimming ever so slightly.

" You have no place here Sin!"

" Begone filth, lest we end your existence!"

Behind the Sin, Joviel and another Archangel appeared. The new Archangel held a scrolled staff in one hand, eyes white like the hottest fire, daring the sin to threaten the knowledge kept inside. Behind the Archangels appeared four Guardians of Heaven. Taller then even Joviel, these four armed behemoths carried a flamming scimitar in each hand. Sun burned eyes watched the Sin with hatred, awaiting the orders to end it.

Wrath conitued his assault, as if the Archangels and their pets were not there. Growling, Joviel and the other rushed forward. As they grew within a foot of the demon, they howled in pain and threw themselves away. Their skin burned, and withered. Turning black before their eyes, they cried out to their father. Unable to handle the sin themselves, they twisted and convulsed in pain, blood seeping out between their lips.

" Stand still Sin of Wrath!"

Roared a sudden white light. Wrath, leaping back hissed softly. His voice was that of venom, and pure hate. Carring with it the promise of a thousand deaths, and a million tortures.

" Damn...you God. You took her..from me. My only joy...my only..happienessss."

The White light shimmered, before flaring, sending out a wave of holy energy. Both the Archangels, and thier guardians vanished to safety.

" I did no such thing Sin. You deserve no joy. No happieness."

" Why!? I've done nothing! Nothing to you! She was mine! Damn you, she was mine!"

" Why!? You dare to ask me why cretin!? It is merely enough that you exist, to dictate you get to know no joy!"

Wrath convulsed, throwing up black blood onto the steps before Heaven. Growling, he lunged forward, slamming his claymore down into God. For several moments, time stopped. Nothing, not even the two powers moved, or thought anything. And just as suddenly, white fire engulfed the sin. God screamed and howled in pain, retreating back from the claymore, as Wrath was hurtled down to Earth. The light of God dimmed for a moment, before it took ont he form of an old man. A soft smile on his face..

" I HATE YOU!"

Screamed Wrath, over and over, slamming his fists down into the glass. All that remained of the house he had built for himself, and his loved one.

"We were to be wed! Married! I LOVED HER!"

He howled, throwing himself onto his backa nd arching. His screamed filled hte night, as black tears dripped from his eyes. As night fall shed its curtain, Wrath lay, a whimpering mass upon his lovers tribute.

" I hate him...he took her...I lvoed her..she was mine...he took her...but I loved her..damn him...she was..mine."

Were the last words he said, before his body withered to ash, blowing off into the wind.

From Heaven God watched with self joy at what he had done. Glancing back to his Archangels, he saw that they were healing well. He returned to watching Earth from his pedastel. God, lord of Mercy. Lord of Judgement.

And from his hole, Wratch curled up in a ball, his body bloody and burned from the white fire of Heaven. With a tear stained face, a look of pain, and regret, Wrath cursed himself, his fellow sins, and God. For her the world will burn. For her, Heaven will scream again. For her...even Time will wheep.

For her.

I humbly request comments on this. Its been a long time coming. Envy is almost done.