Vlasta Kral *Sin of Wrath*

An aura as cold as ice had filled the atmosphere within the dark room of shimmering obsidian. A number of togabito had been guided to either side of the room to witness what was inevitably going to take place. They whispered to eachother, making bets and complaining about how many times they had been gathered before their master for reasons such as this one. At the top of a short stair case, a towering blonde ran her metal covered hand over the stone arm of her carved throne, leaving deep scratches in it to join in with countless others that had been left there. Upon her head she wore a crown of black steel, spikes decorating her head. Groveling under her feet was a togabito, lowered to the ground and spouting out almost silent apologies. The woman's ice colored eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. His completely useless quiet pleads were falling on deaf ears.

"Mistress please-! Mercy! I beg of-! Mistress What they say-! I would never think to-! Mercy please!" The male was incaple of using complete sentences as fear cause his body to quake under female's glare. He knew as well as any togabito under her rule that she was not one to forgive or show mercy. He took a chance and glanced up and had just a moment to see her jaw clencth in disgust before there was a flash off black and he suddenly felt pain shooting across his face. The male cried out, clawing at the pain where he felt nothing but slick blood seeping between his fingers. His vision was nearly completely red though he could see the other togabito, his comrades smiling darkly his way. How could they be so heartless as to just watch. He eyes turned to his master still standing before him no longer high on her pedistal but just a foot infront of his face.. She was dragging the uncovered bottoms of her fingers across one of the blades of her scythe, Lev Drap. He could see something staining her won fingers and realization hit him when he discovered what it was.

He had not had time to discover exactly what had happened but when he saw that red liquid drip from the woman's finger tips it was all clear. Faster than he could even see she had cut him, cut him with that terrifying weapon of hers. It was his own blood she had been cleansing the black sickle blade from and now she flicked it away as if it was a disgusting liquid that would burn her flesh with its germs.

"V-Vlasta-ah!-P-please!" He tried begging again no matter how hopeless it seemed. He was presented with less than hopelessness though. Vlasta now stared down at him. Her arms were stuck at her sides, stick straight and ending in tightly closed fists. Her pale eyes were wide, staring down at him in disbelief. Her lips quivered, opening and closing though no words managed to escape her throat were he was able to notice the strain as she swallowed harshly.

"How dare you..." she finally spat out in a hiss, her head falling forward as she bore her fanged teeth. "Calling me by my name!" She raised her head in that instantly, causing blonde locks to fly up around her. "A traitor like you has no right! Calling my name like that!" She raised her scythe again and this time the male togabito caught her movement. He tried to make a tragic excuse of an escape. He was pulling himself along by bulky arms covered with his own blood splatter. The blood already on the floor cause his hands to slide as they attempted to pull and his pain weakened state did not aid him.

As was obvious his attempts were futile as just a moment later the serrated blade of her scythe pierced into his outstretched arm, slicing through the limb with its jagged edges. Everything around him had grown silent in that moment. He could only stare through the red and his blurried vision as the weapon was ripped back and his forearm went flying beyond his reach, leaving a splotchy trail of blood in its path. Where it went off to he never knew but that didn't stop him from trying to reach out for it with his other arm, his hand grasping at empty air. He gave in seconds later when he found this would do him no good and he fell limply over the floor, his face turned so that one side rested in his warm blood. his eyes turned up in the corners to look at Vlasta once more, the life already escaping from his crimson irises.

"You! You who were one of HIS men!" Vlasta recalled the man that had had her postition before and became even more enrage. Her hands shook and she could hear the metal of her claws vibrating against the black metal staff of her weapon. This was trully getting bad. Even the whispers from the crowd had died down, leaving only that vibrating to be heard throughout the throne room now. Their smiles had faded into straight lines and their eyes were no longer filled with amusement but rather concern. They knew better than to try and flee and become the Sin's next target but at the same time the smarter ones were begining to wonder how good of an idea it was to not make an escape attempt.

It may have been centuries before but the older togabito could clearly remember the battle in which Vlasta had claimed her place as the embodiment of wrath. For centuries before that he had controlled that woman, keeping her as nothing more than some one to do his small meaningless work for him. They could all see it. That was the one thing Vlasta despised, being suppressed and used up with no regard that she too was living. They remembered when she began gathering followers. She had spoken with such power that it was hard to deny her, impossible for some who were the first to join her and stay loyal to the very end. Those few had never been forgotten by their leader and always received her favor that could save their lives.vThey recalled how she let out all of her rage on that man she hated above all others, leaving his body a mangled and distorted mess upon the ground. Since then they had witnessed the way her rage grew back to that level at just the thought of their previous master. Once again he had come up and they knew how justified their fear was. They looked amongst eachother, locking eyes as they gulped silently, awaiting whatever would happen when another scream caught their attention.

Looking back they saw that scythe embedded into their doomed comrade, pierced though his back and pinning him to the black tiled floor that bad begun to crack under the force of the weapon's weirlder. "From the begining! I bet you! From the...!" The woman tore her scythe back, Twirling it gracefully in her pale hand before bringing it back down with a new eruption of blood and another choked scream. "...Very begining" She growled through clenched teeth, biting at the inside of her cheeks and lips until she tastse copper. Her trembling hand made a quick jerk and twisted the blade that was impaled within the man. "You were one of That Man's godforaked followers and ever since i ripped Him limb from imb you've wanted to get your revenge. Just like the others you conspired with!" Vlasta shouted as the togabito's cries were growing weaker, wetter as he gasped through his own blood that was now pouring from his mouth and flowing down to the ever growing puddle beneathe the both of them. The blonde could feel her dress being weighed down as the thin fabric soaked up some of the crimson life liquid and that only helped infuriate her more. This scum's blood was ruining her clothes!

Her scream echoed through the spacious room, causing the gathering of togabito to cover their ears as well as use their arms to guard themselves from the small eruption of ebony flames that escaped her mouth, rising up to the ceiling where they faded out into nothing but dark smoke. There was a sickening crunch and not even Vlasta was aware of what had caused it until she looked to her side. Her arm was extended out toward a black column. Her scythe was now gone from her hand. Her blue eyes held confusion until they looked lower. The male togabito was lying there, his body crumpled and bent back around the column at an irregular angle that had most likely been a result of the same thing that caused that sickening crack. It didn't take much evalution to guess as to what that thing was. Vlasta, in her fit of rage, had raised her scythe with the togabito still hanging off its hooked end and thrown it into the column. She was just lucky in the fact that the man had made impact rather than her weapon. She could spot something white protruding from his back and it was easy to assume that the hit had broken his spine, a few pieces jutting out from previous wounds.

Vlasta was pleased with this. He had gotten his punishment and while her anger still lingered it had lessened to a state where she could at least control herself. She ignored the frightened yet relieved stares from her pets. She had completely lost control of herself and yet they were all still alive without even an injury. Well nearly all of them. Their eyes fell upon the heap of a body that was once one of them. Their master was walking his way now, her heels making loud tapping sounds fill the otherwise silent room. They all watched as she grapped the center of her scythe's staff and violently tore it from the man's body where it had been lodged deeply. It took a few shakes to loosen the blade from the flesh it had been sheathed into and each time that body slipped it made a disgusting squishing sounds of blood and meat that made even those beings of hell get a nautious feeling in the pits of their stomach. All but Vlasta herself of course

The woman had a scowl upon her face as she freed her scythe's blade, her eyes filled with loathing. Her disgust was not for that sound but for the man himself. His kind were the ones that disgusted her the most. He had deserved to end up this way. She had been told exactly what he had been planning among with some other togabito who still had yet to find out that their connection to this man was no secret to their current leader. A group of a few dozen or so had been speaking amongst eachother, speaking illy of her amongst eachother. A loyal pet had overheard them speaking of how they wished to overthrow 'that woman who took the place that belonged to their true master' and make her whimper under their feet as they cut her pody into pieces one stab at a time to draw out her agonizing death. Even if they were just words, whether what she was told was true or now, someone needed to pay for the rage it caused to once again build up inside of her. Traitors were they ones she hated above other sinners and she did not dare to doubt one of the few pets who had been on her side from the start and never betrayed her. So it was the only option to kill the man that now lie at her feet, unmoving. His companions would soon be next for she would waste no time in destroying those that were left opposing her even after all this time.

As the Sin turned her back on the man there was a barely audible groan. She stopped dead in her tracks at that moment. There was a muffled whimper and at this she dared to slowly turn back around where she spotted the togabito clawing at the floor with what strength he had left, likely another attempt at escaping that was even more hopeless than the ones before. But he shouldn't have even been alive and that was the problem. He should have accepted his just punishment and just died already! Was his hopes to destroy her so great that he would continue to cling to life until he no longer had a body to cling with?

The blonde held her jaw tight together, her teeth aching and screaming at her to stop though she hardly care to listen. Her mind was dimming, centering in red on the desprate straining man on the floor. She didn't notice it herself, but ebony flames began to rise from place of her body, tiny at first, growing until she appeared to be ablaze, her own form not easilt seen through the black flares. Now there was screaming around her. The elder togabito knew what this could lead to and it would surely destroy them all even in a space so large. All at the same time they made a mad dash for the door, unknowing that one of them had been to hasty and ran harshly into one of the columns in the room. Not only did the black pillar fall to crush a few of them but it also made direct impact with the doorway, effectively getting ti to shatter and crumble, blocking off the exit it used to make. Now what were they to do?

Fearfully they looked back to their master. The flames around her had only grown, blazing up to the ceiling where it made the dark stone even darker as it burned. She split apart the two end of her scythe and there was an eerie rattling of chains as she walked up to the man again, stopping just before her foot met his head. How easy it would have been to just crush it but what she needed was something more. So in a movement so fast it could not be seen by the others, she impaled both ends of Lev Drap into the man's already battered body. His mouth opened but there was no cry, only the spilling of more blood, how he had any left was beyond her. Just as quickly as she had stabbed into the man she lifted up her blades, taking the togabito with her. In a graceful turn she pulled her sycthes away from eachother, tearing and stretching the male's body before tossing him toward another pillar where he crashed with another harsh cracking sound and this time he did scream. Through her crimson tinted vision she could see the bones in his legs peircing through flesh. He flailing, grabbing his leg with his free hand as he fell back, breathes becoming heavy though he couldn't manage to get any air into his ripped lungs. This wouldn't take much longer.

Vlasta took a moment to take in a deep shuddering breath, rubbing her temples with one hand. Why were all those togabito screaming? She was unaware of her own state herself as well as she was unaware that they could no longer escape from the possibility of dying. "Annoying..." she muttered, closing her eyes as a headache began to brew. "Just shut up already" the queen growled lowering her hand and glaring toward the shaken crowd tough they didn't seem to notice her. How dare they ignore her. What was wrong with them to be behaving in such a way? She wouldn't stand for it.

"All of you shut up!" the flames gre higher once again, filling up much of the empty space in the room. Vlasta could now be seen in the center of them, breathing heavily and looking even more pissed off then before. They cowered under her piercing eyes of ice, trembling until they were down upon their knees and not one of them dared to speak a word or let the quietest gasp escaping from their tightly closed mouths. But then there was a chuckle, followed by another, and another, and a weaker one from behind her, likely the dying male. A few togabito stood up from the crowd, figuring they were going to die anyway.

"We won't cower under you anymore you fake queen" one of them mused with a smirk that made Vlasta's stomach churn. She felt her brow twitch and her body quiver. Her eyes were wide, looking back and forth between her followers, or rather, her betrayers, a dumbfounded look upon her face. She had surely not been expecting this at all. These people were just begging to be killed now and they could see it as the woman's pale face gained a hint of red. the veins in ther neck were popping out and her hands were shaking terribly from her strong grip on her scythes. they had gone and done it now.

"Die, die, die..." Vlasta began chanting this under her breath like a mantra, lowering her head until her eyes wer hidden under the shadows of her blonde bangs. The flames around her swirled about uncontrolably, growing stronger and stronger as the Sin's voice rose bit by bit until she burst out, finally letting go of what control she had maintained. "DIE!" Her head shot up as she threw her arms into the air. Lev Drap went flying, its landing place uncared for by the female. Her hands clenched into her hair, the blades of her claws clanging against her crown. She let out a long, earringing scream, doubling over as she closed her eyes tightly. Flames poured out of her mouth and the fire that had been surrounding her shot up forming in a large column, spiralling together. In the center two large red glowing eyes opened up, darting around and looking at the scene below. A sharptoothed smile then appeared in the flames as it was pleased by what it saw. The column took on the shape of a humanoid figure, taking up most of the room now, already burning some of the unlucky togabito to ashes before they even had a chance to look up into those fearful eyes, eyes that watched the terror run through the traitors eyes. Those were the ones to thank for its summoning and it was pleased to see their fright.

Vlasta slowly stood up straight, her hands shakily letting go of her head as her shout became louder. The flaming being was soon becoming unstable itself, bursts of fires shooting out from its body. "You Filth!" Vlasta could take no more. The rage she felt was at its limit. She threw her arms open and with that action the body of black fire burst out in every direction, filling up the room entirely. There were cries and screams of torture that faded out into dry chokes then to nothing as the flmaes seemed to no more than evaporate into the hazed air of the throne room.

She breathed in deeply through her nose, the scent of the ash filled air building in her throat and the suffocating feeling it brought her was welcomed. It was calming in some way and she slowly lowered her arms to her sides, standing completely still. Her eyes were gazing up toward the ceiling that was hiding behind smoke and her brows knitted together slightly in a moment of confusion. She breathed in through her nose once again and could smell the odor of burnt bodies. "So thats it..." this kind of thing had happened before and when she lowered her eyes to the charcoal colored bones and flesh around her her suspicions were confirmed. That wrath she was known for had struck once again. Her memory of it was hazed as her mind had been lost in her anger though she did remember that there was a group her were betraying her. That was enough to justify this. Even if those innocent had been caught in the crossfire.

Vlasta turned around slowly, turning her back to the mound of burned bodies.l Her blue eyes now fell upon the man who had been the instigator of her anger, or what was left of him. All she could see was the burnt flesh of his face warped around his skull that had been stuck in the shape of a scream. The rest remained and unrecognizable form of ashes and dried out bones hat would crack under the lightest of touches. And thats exactly the fate they would meet. The tall woman walked over to his body, or lack their of, arching her brow as she stared into the blackness of his eyes. She raised her foot, quickly and powerfull bringing it down upon the bones of the man, listening to them crunch beneathe her sharp heels. The last to crumble under her wrath was the togabito's skull. She smashed it under her boot right between his eyes and she watched closely as the burnt skin flakes away as the bone cracked and fell to pieces.

"Traitor..." she gave one last hiss to the remains of the male before turning her head back to the doors, or where they were supposed to be. Now inly crumbled obsidion stood in a large pile. "Troublesome" she growled, narrowing her eyes at the blocked exit. She looked back ahead of her and noticed Lev Drap sprawled across the floor, seemingly unharmed at least though snow like ashes were falling upon it. Vlasta turned her attention fully over to her abandonned weapon, picking her foot up out of the mess of flesh. She walked over to it, gently picking up her favored weapon, attaching the ends together once more. Spinning it within her hands a few times, she tested out its use, finding that it truly had not taken any damage during her outburst. Within a nod she looked to the dusty black wall, taking a new grip upon her scythe. Raising her hands she swung at the wall with the weapon, the power behind that swing strong enough to cut and crack and break and opening in the wall more than large enough for her tall form to fit through.

The woman lowered her Lev Drap, inspecting the hole with her eyes that seemed pleased enough. Dragging her scythe along behind her, Vlasta strided out of the room out into the open air where she received stares from all that had been lucky enough not to be summoned to her gathering. They had heard the screams, seen the smoke and now as they looked inside they noticed the damage within that they could have gone without ever knowing. Wrath paid them no mind, turning and walking along side her castle until she reached another entrance. "Clean it up" She muttered as she passed by one of her pets, not even taking the time to glance at him or her.

"Yes Mistress" The togabito scurried off, gathering a few of the other pets of Wrath and they began to make work of restoring the throne room to its orginal state. From there it would stand until another masacre took place as a result of the Queen's anger and not even she would know how soon that would occur.