Author's Comments:I know I've been gone for a bit, my apologies. I've been watching the new season. Just reminding you this takes place in Season one though we will get to season 2 eventually. I promise. I will warn you when that takes place because we will have a time skip. Also, I am looking for a Beta Reader, I haven't found one yet, again, my apologies but I'm trying my best. And without further hesitation here is the next chapter of the Reaper fanfic!
"DIE! YOU'RE IN MY WAY NOW SUFFER!" Wrath screamed as she pounded the buttons on the controller and let out a high pitched but surprisingly maniacal giggle as the blood of Sam's little digital character sprayed across the screen. He couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved knowing that it could be his real blood if he didn't keep the tiny sin distracted. "I WIN AGAIN!" Wrath screamed gleefully and Sam's character exploded rather graphically. She looked at him with her innocent childlike look that she reserved for only special occasions. "You really suck don't you?" she asked sweetly.
"Compared to you, yes." Sam replied not wanting to start any sort of argument that could bring her violent temper tantrums out of the game and onto his furniture or his body.
"Man I forgot how fun these things were! I haven't played with them since Joan let me!" Wrath said as she pressed the button for a rematch and began slaughtering Sam's poor little digital character ruthlessly.
"Joan?" Sam asked uncertainly. Wrath nodded, only half listening, she was much more interested in taking off Sam's little digital arm.
"Yeah she's a mortal bounty hunter like you. Only she's better and she's been at it two years." Wrath replied as she expertly dodged Sam's attempt at counter attacking. Sam felt his heart skip a beat. There was another bounty hunter? He had always assumed it was a possibility but this sort of confirmation was exciting.
"Where can I find her?" Sam asked as Wrath impaled his character on spikes she had summoned up from the ground. She turned and looked at him her crimson eyes narrowed. Though she wasn't looking, she was still creaming him in the virtual world.
"Less talk more play!" she ordered. If it had been a different Sin he might have persisted. But Sam found that he was rather terrified of the childlike incarnation of Wrath. Sam returned his attention to the game not that it did much to help him. He was creamed every time. His pathetic attempts at a fight soon grew tiresome for the little sin and it was just about a half hour (as Death had predicted) before she threw down the controller in disgust. "I'm bored!" she announced.
"Well," Sam said looking at his clock. "It's time for your nap so-" before he could finish Wrath leapt to her feet and lunged at him knocking him off the bed and not the floor. It had been so long since she assaulted him, Sam had accidentally let his guard down.
"NO!" Wrath shrieked pounding her tiny but powerful fists into every inch of Sam she could reach. Sam managed to pull her off of him and ran quickly over to his stereo. He had all ready inserted every death metal song about vengeance he owned (all three of them, regretfully, he wasn't a big death metal fan) into his CD player. He pressed play and at once a loud throaty screaming filled the room and Wrath, who was poised for a second attack, let out a childlike yawn.
"It's time for your nap!" Sam shouted over the screams. Wrath let out a nod, seemingly entranced by the rough beat and loud shrieks. She hopped onto Sam's bed and curled up and drifted off to sleep almost instantly. Sam stared at her in disbelief. It seemed so unreal that anyone could sleep through the racket blaring out of his stereo but Wrath seemed perfectly content. She actually looked her age as she laid sleeping peacefully and not threatening to gore Sam with the closest item she could reach. Once again Sam felt that warm fatherly feeling he had felt when he first saw the little red head before she had decided to make him her new punching bag and target.
Sam had allowed his bruised body to relax briefly as the death metal kept the violent sin occupied but before he knew it the third song had come to an abrupt end and the young sin popped instantly off Sam's bed and slammed into him like a tiny red haired missile. Sam coughed and clutched his stomach where she had struck him and she began pounding mercilessly on him once again. "I DIDN'T WANT TO GO TO SLEEP YOU UGLY, CHEATING" again she launched into a stream of colorful language that would have made a sailor blush as she made sure to bruise ever ounce of flesh she could either kick, bite, or punch. Sam again managed to pry her off with great difficulty and she tried to attack again. This time he was too fast and she hit her face against the wall. She fell into her cross legged sitting position again and, to Sam's astonishment, began to cry. "That really hurt!" she bawled putting her hands over her eyes and letting tears flow freely down her freckled cheeks.
"Wrath…?" Sam asked awkwardly. He had expected her to pull out another deadly weapon but this time she seemed really upset. "Are you okay?"
"No!" she said rubbing her nose and sticking out her lower lip. "Why would you do that!? I'm just a little kid! You're so mean!" she said bursting into a fresh round of tears. Sam couldn't believe it but once again he was feeling sympathy toward the psychotic sin.
"I didn't mean to really hurt you…" Sam began uncertainly. She looked so childlike and the murderess seemed to have vanished completely as the small red head sat in the middle of the wreckage bawling her tiny heart out… well that was assuming she had a heart.
"Yeah, well you did you big jerk!" Wrath said even toning down her language. Sam knew very well that she had several synonyms for the word jerk that she had refrained from using in order to preserve her simple and innocent image.
"I'm sorry," Sam said letting her childish image once again overwhelm his common sense. He walked over and put a hand gently on her tiny and suddenly frail looking shoulder. It trembled under his touch with the force of the tears.
"That hurt so much…" Wrath whimpered shying away from Sam's touch. Sam felt his heart ache for the tiny child who, though she may have been a demon, looked so hurt by his actions that he thought his own heart was going to break. He edged a little closer. "But…" Wrath began looking up for the first time, her pale but freckled face stained with tears. "It didn't hurt…" She continued and before Sam knew what was happening the evil gleam had returned to her eyes. "As much as this will!" She shouted whirling around and knocking Sam upside the head. She cackled as he fell to the ground. Sam let out a cry of pain and Wrath leapt on top of him. They fought for a while, Wrath easily over coming Sam on multiple occasions and Sam trying to worm his way out of her chain of blows. Every time he tried to distract her she would just get angry and the blows would become more violent. Just as soon as Sam was sure she was about to break a bone or puncture a major bodily organ there was a low humming sound and Wrath stopped in mid strike looking up instantly. She muttered a rather unpleasant word and sprang off of Sam staring wide eyed at the mirror above his dresser.
"What are you-" Sam began but his gaze followed Wrath's and he saw that his mirror had extended to the length of a doorway. There was beautiful music erupting from somewhere in his room that sounded like pageant music and the reflection in his glass had turned into a dazzlingly lit hallway. In the mirror Sam saw a girl approach him. She was Avarice's age but she had a sort of dazzling beauty that Avarice did not seem to posses except in her jewels. The girl stepped out of the mirror into Sam's room and the mirror returned to normal and the music stopped. The woman was tall and dressed in a dazzlingly blue gown that glittered in even the smallest glimmer of light. Her hair was a dark sapphire color and was styled in an almost regal fashion. On top of the gently curling sapphire wave of hair sat a glittering diamond tiara. Draped carefully around her shoulder and waist was a pageant banner boasting her name in glittering blue letters: Pride. The banner was positioned perfectly so it did not hide any of her overwhelming amount of first place ribbons pinned to her glittering dress. She walked toward Sam her steps so light and graceful she gave off the appearance that she was floating. Sam looked away from her (with great difficulty) and looked at his clock which was hanging off of his dressed by the cord because of one of Wrath's temper tantrums. It was only nine forty five.
"Mortal?" the woman called looking around. Sam was still on the floor where Wrath had left him and Pride seemed to spot him only after her deep ocean colored eyes had surveyed every inch of Sam's wreaked bedroom. Sam tried to get to his feet managing get onto his hands and knees before his movement drew her attention to him. She chuckled in a beautiful melodious voice as she saw his position. "How quaint of you to bow to my superiority. Clearly you have been well brought up." She said placing a delicate hand over the part of her chest where a human would have had a heart. She snapped her fingers and a silver hand mirror encrusted with sapphires appeared in her pale hand and she seemed to forget Sam as she examined herself in the smooth glistening glass.
"You must be Pride." Sam said getting to his feet. Pride didn't make eye contact with him but stayed focused intently on her own dazzling reflection.
"And you must be that mortal moron Avarice was telling us about." Pride replied. Her tone was not chastising in the slightest, she sounded distracted. But Sam knew very well that the image obsessed sin was mocking him in her own way. "Well what can I say; we can't all be as overwhelmingly brilliant as I am. Not everyone can say clever and witty things like me either. So don't be intimidated by my obvious superiority because you'll just end up looking like more of an idiot."
"You're early." Sam said trying to change the subject. Pride reached up and pushed her tiara a fraction of a centimeter to the right and held the mirror slightly further from her face to examine the difference of her minor adjustment.
"Yes I know; I figured you would be incompetent and I can't have you making some sort of mortal mistake that might affect my shift, so I figured I would just take her early. I'm the best baby sitter out of any of us anyway and daddy says if I do some extra work he'll let me compete in Miss Universe." Pride replied shaking her head slightly so that her hair bounced and glistened in Sam's dull lights. "I do so love pageants because I always win them." she gave Sam a big smile that displayed flawless and dazzling white teeth. "I'm so perfect that the judges have trouble even paying attention to the other girls when we line up." She said with another soft laugh.
"Well I'm glad you came-" Sam began but Pride held up her hand silencing him with one quick movement as if he were a well trained dog.
"Hush, your voice is distracting me from me." She said quickly as she walked back over toward Sam's mirror and used it along with her hand mirror to view herself from more than one angle. "I know the story; it's like this with anyone who's not me. You're incompetent so Wrath got out of control and now your room in unfit for pageant runner-ups." Pride said with a sympathetic little sigh.
"Hey that's not-" Sam began but again Pride made her silencing motion and Sam found himself falling quiet without a second thought.
"You, don't talk. I'll talk for you. There's nothing you need to say that I could not possibly express in a more appropriate and over all much better fashion." Pride said quickly. "Now, there is no need to thank me, but go ahead."
"Thanks but-" Sam began.
"That's enough." Pride said cutting him off once again. "Wrath be a dear and come to your favorite older sister." Pride instructed beckoning the little Sin with an elegant wave of her slender hand. She was the thinnest of the Sins so far but she stood with such confidence Sam found himself intimidated by her though she looked physically very weak.
"Yes m'am." Wrath said and obediently ran to Pride's side. Even with Envy Wrath had not behaved and with Death she had never been polite so Sam was stunned to see the crimson haired terror act like a well behaved school child in the presence of the vain blue haired model.
"Good girl. We're going to go back home now. Don't worry Sam I know how lovely it was meeting me, no need to tell me, I'm in a rush and your babbling complements will just slow me down. So Ta-Ta," Pride said with a sort of half wave and she walked back through the mirror, with Wrath at her heels, and vanished.