"What the hell do you want?" Wrath spat out, although he was chained back in a starfish-like position that strained his limbs.

Demonism sauntered closer to where he was chained, close enough to be out of Wrath's reach and close enough so that her smirk can be clearly seen.

"What else if not my new project, darling?" she cooed sweetly, tracing a finger along his jawline.

His reaction to the woman's blazing touch was to pull away, but with his body restrained, eventually he gave in. He couldn't escape it, anyways.

Demonism chuckled and dropped her arm. Wrath turned and glared at her. "And what the fuck did you do to the others?"

"Feisty," Demonism commented in the way a man would, creepily with a smile. "Injured but still alive. It wouldn't do to break your spirit before the project is ready."

At this, Wrath seemed to tense. Still laughing, Demonism leaned closer, next to his ear, her breath smelling like hellfire and smoke.

"You'll be the most important part in my project, sweetheart," she whispered, before smiling with glee at the restrained sin and walking out.

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oof. VicRo3