Wrath couldn't make the earth shake with her tantrums but the people around her shook like hell once she was at her peak. She could scream all she want and never get hoarse and she was far stronger physically than she looked. That caused her to be underestimated, but that was usually a mistake people only made once. How she would love to have his power but she wasn't going to bemoan her lack of water-creating abilities. She was proud of who she was.
"The thing is that some people enjoy Sin too much to want to ask for forgiveness. It's like someone who smokes cigarettes. They could quit if they wanted to but they like it too much to want to quit. That type tends to be Hell's biggest population group. Not that I've ever been down, but I've heard stories." In the past, Satan sometimes regaled her with stories of particularly bad sinners and what had happened to them in Hell, Wrath listening raptly. Wrath laughed slightly, "Kindness is my opposite," She replied with a slight grimace. "And she makes my skin crawl." There was no love lost between the Sin and her corresponding Virtue. Kindness was just to sweet and loving and nice, everything Wrath couldn't stand. She threw out her own half-eaten sandwich, reminding herself never to come back here again.
She was startled as he grabbed her arm and tugged her into following him and her temper flared momentarily, thinking to herself that she was not a ragdoll to be dragged around. She tamped it down though, one glance at his handsome face knowing that it was worth it. She was intrigued by this God, impressed by him and if she had to put up with being led momentarily, she would do so. She fell into step beside him, brushing her hair away from her eyes as the wind blew through it.