Nothing? Nothing? Wrath's eyes narrowed, a low hiss escaping from between his teeth. Their difference in opinion about who they served aside, she was still part of a set of seven.
Except Lust didn't seem to agree anymore. Instead she seemed more than happy to throw everything away for that heathen and the abomination she carried inside her. His thoughts kept going circles, faster and faster only to come back to 'why'.
It was maddening.
Grabbing her wrists, Wrath forced her to take her hands off of him and slipped out from between the wall and Lust. The distance did nothing to clear his head and he kept glaring at her as he wiped his hands on his trousers as if he'd touched something filthy.
"I'm the gift, my luv," he said to Desmond, sauntering towards the other man. "But I see now that a formidable 'n imposin' daddy like yerself is more than capable of protectin' honey and her unborn snapper. Ye'd better keep yer head until she litters or I'll have no choice but move in here and play happy family with ye sweet lil lovebirds."
Brushing past Divorce, Wrath gave Lust a small wave over his shoulder and vanished. He would leave them alone, regardless of what Satan had ordered, because something about them made him feel ill. It wasn't Lust's strangely subdued hellfire or the heathen himself but something that surrounded them and try as he might, he couldn't put a finger on what it was.