(暴怒 wrath) 𝐰𝐞𝐢 𝐰𝐮𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧。

“I’ve slammed my door in his face and he used his foot to stop the door from closing. He is frail but he is a warrior with pain absorbing”

“Oh for certain. Your Sloth-ge is like a frail old man. He could pass out from getting a bandaid ripped off of him too quickly. But because of that, he is quite strong in willpower and pain tolerance. Being sloth is no easy feat.”

“Endearing” he says while he packs the mooncakes and tucks them into his sleeve to save them for later.

“Your introduction to me was funny. The non-diabetic gege” he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Belphegor would whine if he heard that.”

He breaks a corner. A small one as she wishes and hands her the piece in a cloth.

“This is the first time we are meeting. Has everything been okay for you? Are you adjusting?”

As Wrath a lot of people wonder why he is calm at the face of “rage-bait”.

It’s because he HAS to be. The second he loses his cool, buildings can collapse just from his wrath alone. It is his deadliest weapon. His anger.

(Also sometimes he’s drunk to mellow himself out. He hides it very well)

He practically drools at the sight.
“Actually, asmodeus. I have quite a sharp sweet tooth. How did you know?”

It’s common knowledge that Satan loves sweets.

He smiles very slightly and takes the mooncakes.
“Thank you so much. Care to share some with me?”

Hesitantly he takes the tanghulu before taking a bite. His eyes flicker back and forth towards the stone cold face and the tanghulu before extending it.

“Take a bite.” This was unlike him. He’s literally Satan. Who is he sharing snacks with right now??

“Oh my…” he reaches into his own sleeve to extend some gold coins.
“Here. I couldn’t possibly take those for free…”

He cares about each of his siblings in sin and duty but he is the most fond of Belphegor/Sloth.

Only because he gets to see the optimistic side and childish side of himself that he thought died long ago. Being with sloth is nostalgic as they both are the same mortal man as two different demons.

His mouth waters seeing the tanghulu being sold at the vendor and surprisingly we ended up in the same line.
“You met someone during seclusion?” He asks once again curiously.

“Do you also like tanghulu? Seems like we have something in common”

“You were in seclusion for so long. You can miss someone?” He asks curiously, gently fanning his face a little bit.

Your eyes hold the world, while mine hold only you.

“Are you thinking about something? Your face looks troubled”

For some reason he kept running into this guy who… may or may not be lan zhan. He wasn’t too sure. But he’s comfortable enough to be around him for now.

It is always chaotic. You will be accustomed to it.

Wrath actually frequently wears other colors rather than just black. He does wear black here and there but people are surprised to see that he prefers lighter colors.

He’s not sure why. Maybe nostalgia?

He loves sweets. Whenever a mortal finishes a ritual and receives what they ask for from him— he wishes for sweets as his gift for his service. He doesn’t take souls as legend has it. His caliber of sheer power just from the belief in his existence ALONE is enough for him to stay formidable.

Satan is a household name with quite the reputation but he is actually easy to get along with. A lot of mortal demon magic practitioners name Satan as one of the easiest demons to work with.

The success rate of communication with Satan is 90%.

arms behind his back with a soft smile.

“Let us go then. I would love to see the river.”

teach my nephew but it seems like Beelzebub lives well in him. Because of that, I will do my best as an uncle to him. But… I think he needs time. I look exactly like belphegor and belphegor and I are also the same mortal man. It will take some getting used to for Xi Bo.” He answers and folds his—

He feels a weight lift from his shoulders as Baal takes Chenqing but he felt that surge of undeniable evil scream at him for giving it away. He flinches as he unhands Chenqing swiftly and then looks at the other with a nod.

“Do you now? I’m not sure what I can—

Is something that he will never understand.

Clarity for who and for what? The history books hinted at the Yiling laozu according to later disciples but books started becoming more unreliable as the years progressed. Information changed about everyone including him.

“How is it… out of seclusion?”

He asked himself quite often but at the end, it was useless.

Sloth’s discoveries about their old “friend” made him confused. The memories he had were of lan zhan feeling annoyed by him. So hearing that lan zhan died a yearning old man that played the same song of clarity for his whole life—

“Yes. Familiar. Someone I once knew a long time ago.” He explains vaguely without spoiling anything.
Though he wasn’t sure why he was walking on eggshells if this being was 100% not lan zhan.

Or if he is, lan zhan disliked him anyway. He wasn’t even sure why lan zhan tried saving him that day.
—

“It’s sounds like your seclusion was since the beginning of well… everything then? Since the day you were born until the day you were released.”

This can’t be lan zhan then.

“You had a familiar face. Perhaps I was mistaken then.”

Side eyes sloth

Perhaps I shall. When do we start?

“Don’t be silly… everyone knows me. You know. The Devil?”

He says trying to keep his cool. If this really is lan zhan it’s best that they keep a distance. From what sloth has told him when sloth roamed the mortal world… lan wangji waited for him until the day he died.

Wei wuxian ruined his life.