31. Royally fucked.

The room was poorly illuminated; the black paint covering its walls didn't help a bit to brighten the sour mood he was in. A young male entered the bedroom without knocking or fearing invading one's privacy. His eyes scanned the room for the millionth time, silently wondering why they weren't painted red- it would suit the owner more. When his attention fell on a large figure, sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room, the young male grinned. He would come for two reasons- one, he was genuinely worried about the angry person. Two- he intended to play hame with the Death and annoy the only person who could kill him. Except for Selene, of course, but she was way too good and kind to lay a hand on anyone.

"Hey, man, why do you seem so damn depressed? I haven't seen you going out, harvesting blood and killing innocent for ages. What have you done, or whom are you trying to become? We know that shit doesn't work like this. You are Wrath for a reason, get yourself together." The blonde male sat next to him, raising an eyebrow. Sometimes he acted like someone's mother, and he wouldn't leave Wrath alone most of the time.

"Why must it be me who's your constant target, huh? Go and annoy the rest of five, will you? Aside from that, aren't you supposed to be too lazy to waste your energy on me? You're pretty active for one who's carrying the sin of sloth, don't you think? Go, get a nap, or something." Wrath stood up, pushing the blonde male away from him.

Sloth was the most loved of them all. It wasn't only his seemingly harmless nature; it was his looks and behavior more than anything.
The young male har bleach clone hair, defined cheekbones, and crystal blue eyes. He could be found sleeping around the house, which seemed to be the most harmless thing ever, but it wasn't even close to the truth. Laziness could bring you to the grave, especially if you "trip" on the railway and become too lazy to stand back up.
Sloth was a sin for a reason and not just any other; they all fell under the category of being deadly. There was no good and bad around them; there was only evil and death.

"Well, I was kind of thinking about having a nap around here. Your room is so cozy and clean, everyone else lives like filthy pigs, and usually, I wake up in a pile of dirty laundry. You know that my naps are nothing close to yours- while you sleep for ten minutes because evil doesn't like to sleep, I nap for days. I ain't called Sloth for no damn reason, mister!" The blonde male snapped his fingers with the same sassy attitude as he always does.

For ages, these two have been acting like mortal enemies and best friends at the same time. Complete polar opposites, somehow finding the perfect balance between hate and apathy. Wrath wouldn't admit it, but sometimes he did enjoy Sloth being around, which made him feel a little more human and a little less lonely.

"I'm not in the mood for your sassy attitude, Sloth. Could you not, for once, leave me the fuck alone before I destroy your damn toys." Wrath spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing the sides of his head in frustration. He didn't mean to be rude, he didn't mean to be ruthless and completely unbearable, but that was yet another thing he couldn't control. He was he, and even Wrath himself understood how hard it must be for the others, which surrounded him, to deal with the temper tantrums he threw for no reason.

"You went to see her, didn't you? Fuck, we had a deal to wait till she turns eighteen, and then we would come up with a plan! You scared the poor girl shitless; I bet she will try to kill herself now! No matter how crazy or insane one is, they would understand that mating the Wrath would end their days! Use your fucking brain, think for a second. Would you wish her to end up with someone like you? Each morning she will wake up questioning her damn existence and wondering would you kill her or not." The blonde sounded angry, his voice tone attacking Wrath, accusing the things he had no idea.
His body, on the other hand, didn't seem even close as threatening as his voice. Sloth laid down on the sofa and yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I did, but you're so fucking wrong. I swear, Sloth, if you wouldn't be my brother from another mother, I'd paint the fucking walls red." Wrath growled, punching the wall with all his might. The whole building trembled under the force of impact, making Sloth nearly jump up in surprise. Wrath kept punching the wall, trying to hit his frustration into it until a huge hole was left in it.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how strong you actually are. That concrete wall, right there, is thick enough to fit at least half of me there, and I'm six feet two. Could we discuss anger treatment? Maybe you would get rid of that inner rage you're feeling." Sloth yawned again, this time stretching his sore limbs. He tried his best to follow their discussion, but the blonde male couldn't help it- no matter where or for how long he went, the man always felt tired. Sometimes he tried to "borrow" some energy from others, his action leading to the death of his energy source.

"Sloth, don't play fucking dumb! How is anger management therapy to help me if I'm the damn Wrath, huh? I am one of the seven deadly, proclaimed to be the worst one. All I feel is rage, fury, and unreal anger. I am here to kill and destroy, and guess what? I don't feel bad or sorry for every single fucker I've killed out there. No, whenever I remember my doings, I feel the rush of adrenaline flooding through my veins, calling for my being to repeat that over and over again." Wrath laughed, his memories overflowing with screams, begging, and cries. He could feel the pleasurable shivers traveling around his body as the male closed his eyes. All he could see was red- blood covered fields and cities, remains of those who tried to stip his doings.

"I bet your mate enjoys the way you are." Sloth turned his back to Wrath and pulled his hood up. The male was getting ready for a short slumber- maybe a week or two. Whatever Wrath had to say, he could before his "frenemy" fell asleep.

"Of course, she doesn't; at least I assume she doesn't. You know.." Wrath sat on the couch, next to Sloth, and sighed deeply. He wasn't one to show emotions unless they were kind of the usual ones.

Sloth groaned and sat back up, trying to stay awake. When he thought of it- he hadn't had a nap for three days, it was about time to regain some energy.

"She is one of a kind, you know. I mean, she isn't afraid to talk back, even after finding out who I am. She's a fighter, one of the top warriors around the Kingdom, but as perfect as she seems, there must be a fucking catch. My whole existence consists of fucking catch, damn it!" Wrath felt the previous frustration coming back with yet new force. His body trembled in anger; the male was ready to break free and destroy anything in his way.

"What's the catch?" The blonde male leaned closer and raised an eyebrow at his friend. If there was anything that Sloth loved, it must have to be sleeping, but gossip was another hobby he loved. The male gathered information and sold it whenever he had a chance to sell for a fair price.

"She's a fucking Royal. I kind of knew it before I met her, but I hoped that she would be a distant relative rather than the daughter of great King Azra. The firstborn, at that. And to make matters worse, as soon as I noticed her- my dick obviously did the thinking, because my damn brain was as blank as never. I tricked her into howling at the Blood Moon with me; I guess you know how the rest goes down the damn drain." Wrath looked down at his hands, silently imagining the blood over them. Red calmed him down, the metallic stench made him feel alive, drove the male to do worse.

The room fell silent for a while. Wrath looked away from his hands a couple of times to make sure that his companion hasn't fallen asleep again. He hoped that Sloth would pass out because, after his slumbers, the male often forgot the things he spoke before falling asleep. Wrath didn't need anyone to know even a bit of detail about what was happening with his mate and who was she.

"You're royally fucked, literally. The Moon Goddess must hate your guts so fucking bad, dude. Imagine making you the weapon to revenge Royals, and tie the soul of one's to your self destructing ass. I mean, this is so bad, I have no words." Sloth huffed, his cheeks turning bright red. He used to blush whenever the blonde felt frustrated or worried about those he cared about. Wrath wasn't the most excellent companion since the rest of the sins feared him, but Sloth felt at home with the straight forward male. He might have some anger issues, but at least he didn't lie, or sugar coat whatever was on his mind. Sloth appreciated the honesty in him.

"Yeah, I know. It's not like I could turn back the time and change anything, but if I could- I don't want to. She is a Royal, yes, but she is also my mate, and I wouldn't hurt her, no matter what. The shittiest thing is that I promised to leave her alone until the day when she turns eighteen. We spent so much time together; it's the longest I've spent around someone and didn't kill them. I was wrong to let her go." Wrath stood up and paced the room.

Sloth observed the behavior of man; he called his friend. Wrath never got emotional or distressed, yet all it took was one girl, and he changed into a bundle of stress. Sloth knew that his friend would leave their house at midnight and come back around sunset, once again covered in blood. That was his drug, his ecstasy, his pleasure in life. The only thing that truly worried Sloth was the possibility of a young woman accepting his friend. If she ever found a way to reject him- nothing would hold Wrath back from killing the last living Royals. But at the same time, would she ever be able to accept him the way he was? Would she try to change Wrath and take away his title of the deadly sin? Or would she sit in the corner like an obedient dog and wait to be fed? There were too many options and opportunities to change the way things were. Sloth couldn't think while feeling that tired; the more he thought about possible outcomes, the heavier his eyelids grew.

"Don't forget, love is not for real if it doesn't hurt. Even the best face difficulties, but they find the way out- sooner or later they do. Some things happen as they're supposed to do; just gather some patience and see how it goes. Would you mind if I crashed here for a week or two? Just a quick nap, I promise." Sloth yawned again, rubbing his eyes like a three-year-old. Wrath watched his movements and chuckled, motioning at the sofa and taking a bow.

"I won't forget your words and this conversation. I'm grateful for you giving any kind of advice; you're a lazy fuck, but at least a smart one. But before I forget it- I would need to fall in love with that girl before feeling any pain, which is not happening. Keep your romantic opinion closer to someone who cares, for example, your ass." Wrath flipped him off and turned his back to Sloth, heading for the door.
He needed some stress relief, and destroying some witches seemed like a pretty fun thing to do. He never approached the white witch camps; they had powerful protection shields and going though those annoyed the male. Wrath loved to play with his prey; the witches which played with the darkness and evil were more fun. Wrath could invade their camps any time, evil for evil, and kill as many as he wanted to. His intention wasn't to save anyone from curses or the wrongdoings of crazy women, quite the opposite- he went for blood and screams. Wrath chased pain and agony, the rare things which made him feel alive.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that stuff, pal. Kill a pair for me too; I'm too tired to go out right now. See you after my nap, if you won't run back to your little doll." Sloth yelled from behind; Wrath could hear the sickening grin on his friend's lips.

"I don't play with dolls, pal. I fuck them."