Skeletons on Parade [Silver]

@"Silver"

Wrath was really beginning to regret agreeing to Greed's suggestion that he limit himself to just attacking those who deserved it. He'd tried to point out that eventually Manta Carlos would run out of scum bags and he wouldn't be able to just lay around on his ass and wait for someone else to go off the deep end to be curb stomped by the Vigilante. But then he remembered that the Underground existed and that he would most likely not run out of people if he just kept running around and killing one person a day.

It was hard restricting himself to only killing on ne'er do well a day, considering that when he killed one seven more seemed to surge from the very brickwork and screech and scream and make a big deal of everything and threaten to enact their own Vigilante Justice on him.

He was lucky if he went back to the manor with only three bodies weighing heavily on his stomach.

And tonight he had killed four people. Damn it. He couldn't dispose of four bodies no matter what he tried. He was, contrary to popular belief, not bottomless. He was actually pretty sure all of the body disposal he was doing was making him sick as hell.

Wrath pressed his back against the wall and slumped down. He was a gorey mess and didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave them here, but he couldn't take them anywhere without being seen and he couldn't just eat them because he was sure if he did, A. Greed would notice and yell at him, and then B. He'd probably finally experience what sickness was like.

He...

Wasn't excited.

The only method he could see forward was to just leave them here. He couldn't risk getting sick. Temporal Demons and sickness was a bad combination.

So he sat there in aggravated silence, glaring at the four cadavers in front of him.

Wrath sighed and looked up at the sound of a tink-tink-tinkling. It bothered him. He hoped that someone wasn't coming by to investigate the disappearance of their friends, because he really didn't want to turn these four bodies into five. That was just adding to his problems, and if he couldn't dispose of four, he definitely couldn't get rid of five dead bodies.

Except he was lucky. The tinkling noise was coming from a pretty black cat. The demon smiled. He loved cats. He was about to crawl over to it and give it a few pets when the cat spoke in a deep voice.

Well. He supposed it was a handsome cat then.

"I can't." The sin said resting his cheek on the heel of his palm. "Greed said if they found the bodies he'd punish me something awful."

Wrath kicked the closest dead body, as if he was to blame for all of this. In a way, it was. "I WAS eating them, but I think it's starting to make me sick."

“Had you considered to carry them somewhere they would never be found? Like the forest for example?”

"I had," the demon answered, threading his fingers into his hair, his frustrations slowly mounting. "But there's people everywhere. It'd be impossible for me to get to the forest without being seen." Maybe it would be best for him to just toss them or leave them here. At least if he left them here there was less of a chance of someone putting his name to the murders, since he could get home in a manner of seconds.

Damn it, if only these people weren't so closely knit! Then he would have only had to kill one of them like he'd planned! Damned mortals, ruining his plans. If only they could think of someone other than themselves for once.

When he saw the cat shift into a big lion, he could feel memories flashing back to him. It reminded him of his own pet, of his precious Rydon... but this cat wasn't Rydon, and he knew that Rydon wasn't super big on sharing him with other people. Still, he was grateful. "Would you really? That would be a huge help... uh... I don't know your name."

As a courtesy, he put his hand to his chest. "My name is... well, most people call me Micah... but you can call me Clyde."