The heavy iron door crashed against the wall when Wrath passed through. He was livid. If he could, he would destroy everything around him right at that very moment - but that would probably prolong his punishment and, as much as he itched to do it regardless, he knew better than to anger Satan any further.

"It's all that idiot duo's fault," he muttered irritably. "Why do I have to work with incompetent fools?!" Ramming his fist against the wall, he let out some of his anger, leaving behind fissures in the dark stone.

"Now, now. Leave the poor wall alone," sounded a soothingly deep voice behind him.

Wrath turned around, scowl still present but shoulders slightly more relaxed, to acknowledge the oldest of the Great Princes with a nod. "Pride. Well, now what? How do we get out of this god damn situation?"

Black silk and shiny silver only enhanced Pride's imposing aura. He ran his fingers through his black hair and heaved a low sigh before he replied, annoyance painting his features, "You know that there's no way to change his mind once he decides on something. And their failure really angered him this time."

Looking at the elder with narrowed eyes, Wrath couldn't help but correct him. "Our failure. We're a team - as much as I hate to admit that. The idiot duo ed up, but you are still our leader so you'll have to take responsibility too." He knew what kind of reaction would come after his blunt words and, indeed, it only took a split second for Pride's face to darken considerably.

"And who are you to talk back to me?" the elder snarled, his voice low and dangerous.

Wrath raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the seething demon in front of him. "Just your closest companion since forever. Get over yourself; you know that your intimidation tactics don't work on me," he said in a bored tone.

"Hm. Good point, I guess." A smile tugged at the corner of Pride's mouth. The elder wasn't a forgiving person but Wrath knew exactly just how far he could go when it came to him - and how to calm him down after getting provoked. "Oh well, whatever. Come on now, we need to have an emergency meeting." Wrath rolled his eyes when Pride abruptly dropped the topic and began to pull him along towards their quarters.

Although they all held the rank of 'Great Princes of Hell', they were not related in any way, but they had known each other since the days they had been created. Consequently, they had worked together for centuries by now and the demons were as close and (in Wrath's opinion) annoying as real siblings. Despite all the fights and banter between them, the six Princes were a pretty good team, respected even by the higher-ranking demons for bringing destruction wherever they went.

Arriving at the main room of their wing, Wrath and Pride found the other group members lounging around. Gluttony was sitting on the sofa and munching on jerky, his leather jacket dusted with crumbs from whatever he had eaten before, while Sloth was dozing with his head on Gluttony's lap, his blond hair shimmering in the candlelight of the candelabras. Greed and Envy were whispering in the corner and Wrath eyed them distrustfully. "What are you planning now? You've already caused enough mayhem during the mission. Urgh, just thinking about it makes me want to skin you alive."

The copious amount of jewellery adorning Greed's tall figure glittered as he shifted towards Wrath's much smaller form. His already handsome face became even more stunning when he smirked at the comment. "Come on now, we couldn't just leave those little gemstones lying around like that. Who knows what the rebels would've bought with them? We only did it for the greater good."

"Those gems were too pretty for ugly vermin like them anyway," Envy supplied helpfully, his cheeks puffed out at the thought of someone else taking his treasure away, mak