Wrath (ire) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-04 12:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | kindness, wrath |
Who: Wrath and Kindness
Where: Wal-Mart, hunting and camping section
When: Early evening
Warnings: Language at the least.
Wrath was feeling calmer than she had since returning from Hell. The economy was still dipping, she was still absorbing huge amounts of energy and power but she had accomplished her only goal. Her Master, her Lord approved of her work and maybe, just maybe, her shameful actions could never be mentioned again. The pain she had felt when He had chastised her like she deserved was gone and replaced with a light contentment that caused her to whistle almost happily as she walked down the aisle.
Her heavy cart was almost full already. At the bottom was a layer of many boxes of lighter fluid, covered by a large layer of various different sizes of ammo. On top of the mess were various lengths of tubing and piano wire, along with several boxes of salt and a blow torch. Sure, she was mostly calm, but she had noticed that her supplies were slipping and what if Andras wanted to go out for dinner and a slaughter tonight?
Still whistling brightly as she entered the hunting section, she stopped for a moment and leaned back on the cart as she looked at the display case, eyes moving over each blade slowly and trying to decide if she really needed a new knife. She had hundreds, after all. But there was one with jagged edges that tickled her fancy and she was just leaning up to get it when she felt something... nauseating. Her stomach instantly became queasy and she frowned. Angels itched, Horsemen gave her slight headaches... but only virtues gave her stomach issues and she looked around with sharp eyes.