Anger, and all its pertinence

It extended vastly along the sight, its walls were rock, fraught with feasting demons. They chanted and merry-made, unwelcoming of His horns.

“You don’t belong here, silly confused soul! Begone, angel from the burning waters of heaven!” they sang, confident of their words.

Alas! His home was now clear, the sound of shields and spears and spits and roar, they were grazing the inside of his pleased ears.

Although his legs were now weak, encumbered by his horns and might, he was a tool of power, and conceived by pride.

His hands were empty, yet bared the power of 1000 swords and maces and bows, and as always he walked unafraid, exposing his chest.

The smell of a captain swirled through the air, such odor was a stench. The sight of a titan proceeded the odor. Anger, and all its pertinence, visible now was.

Do not dare stand against my wrath! Bow and make evident, your fear for me you maggot!

Such voice was heavy and deep and astounding. The rip in it was beautiful , He thought. Yet Hethius lay silent, and began his test.

Anger was a heavy foe, one with strength and incontrovertible might. His eyes were pitch black, wrong-intentioned, and piercing. He walked making his way through the crowd smashing the bodies of the incessantly chanting demons. He bare an awe-inspiringly large sword, sharp in all senses. His thick body shook the earth and the souls of those to witness, captain Anger and his sword Wrath.

But there lay Hethius the great, the courageous and mighty, knowing of his foe, for this one was predictable, and common.

No armor no shield, Hethius stood bare and naked, only with his helm and horns. Anger screamed and swung his sword making himself confident, charging across the crowd he locked-on his target, with many sinful thoughts.

There was a smash received with surprise by awestruck witnesses. Hethius had waned the distance between the two, smashing against Anger, when his mad charge made him blind to Hethius´. Anger grew hurt, and leaning entirely on Hethius by the chest, he swirled and fought , attempting to loosen.

I will vanquish you! Stay clear of my path, impediment of my might! Foolish of you to think you can triumph, after all, it is I who you now face!

Hethius made him away quickly and well, and as expected then it was when Anger so foolishly swung his blade only to shatter it against Hethius´forearm.

No! Damn you to the depths of hell spiteful worm! You have shattered my Wrath into useless trash, you scum! Taste my blood-lusting fists!

Hethius grew annoyed and tired. As expected finally indeed ,back he fired. At last Angers fists were crumbled, his knees were broken by His feet, and as he knelt before Him, blood was back in the air, summoned by the hand drawn deep in the veins of Anger`s neck.

Along came the winds of defeat, the silence of the demons, the smile of the winner, and the vanity that proceeds such.

“Your anger is your doom, it was you who corrupted the fate of your beloved Wrath you impotent child! Look at thee, kneeling before me, as all of you should!” He spoke to all.