Wrath felt the pain in his chest. Two more were dead. Or, in Valentius' case, in the underworld.
The redhead snarled, crushing his axe against a statue that would have seen a small country out of debt. Darn it all! What was happening?
He rushed towards his room. He didn't want Valentius' ability, darn it! The demons would all band together to kill him! Darn Constantine!
Wrath knew that the dark nymph had something to do with it all!
He opened his door with such force that he nearly tore it off its hinges. He stormed inside.
The cabinets there, at the far end of his room, were something he avoided most days. But as he opened the door to one, he knew what he was searching for.
A green vial. Something that would allow him to take over a person. Oh, Amos was going to hate him even more now. But the man would like it better, Wrath thought, if Wrath didn't turn into the monster Constantine was making him out to be.
