The Sin of Wrath

With a sharp, deafening scream, Livor shook the grounds. He was sprinting in fours, approaching Tempest who was shaking in place. The Sin had a wide grin on his face as he saw the fear in the illusionist's face.

"I'm coming for you!" Livor yelled and leaped. He raised his claws, ready to pounce the much smaller man when he was suspended mid air. He looked behind him and saw that Hope was gripping his tail with his fangs. "Foolish pest!"

Hope only responded with a growl, pulling the tail as much as he could. He spun a couple of times before his sharp teeth let go of the tail, throwing Livor away into the seats.

"Oh my heavens," Tempest clutched his chest. "Hope, are you okay?"

"I am," Hope said. "But I still need some help. I wish there was someone who could help me."

While Hope and Tempest awaited for Livor's return, the Sin laid on the stone rubble, watching the skies. "This is getting annoying."