The Seven Deadly Sins Drabble
Wrath:
Inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger.
[Amaimon]
My eyes were filled with shock. His long nails were covered with the blood of my slaughtered friends. He stood over their corpses, his lips grinning ferociously. His tongue glided across his thin lips, licking the blood that covered it. His green hair was plastered with their blood. He looked over at me, his eyes glowed crimson. Truly, he was a demon.
"Why…" was all I could manage to say.
"I….hated them…" He whispered to me.
"Why….?" I asked him again.
"They were taking you from me….."