Wrath

Wrath:*he start to yells at you in anger*

"Thou art loud, little ember," Pride murmurs, his voice sounding like grinding stones from a forgotten crypt.He does not stir from his throne of jagged iron. He merely tilts his head, a microscopic shift that carries the weight of an executioner's axe."Thou mistakest thy tempest for sovereignty. Thou barkest and blusterest, forgetting from whose hearth thy spark was stolen. Every drop of blood that boils in thy veins is a lease granted by my grace. To raise thy voice against me is to tear at the tapestry of thine own existence."Pride stands then, slowly, towering with an unnatural stillness."Kneel. Not because I command thy submission—for even thy obedience is a meager thing—but because the air thou pollutes with thy howling is better spent upon the floor."

*Wrath's face turns red with rage, and he begins to shake with anger* How DARE you speak to me that way?! You know nothing of what I've been through, you pompous ass! You think just because you're the leader of the seven deadly sins that you can treat me like this?!