The gold in Wrath's gaze sharpens with enjoyment at witnessing the violence that his wife's hands create. There's a sharp smile, watching the blood from the demon spurt out as the sharp point of the dagger slides into its throat. It awakens him. He moves forward with his demonic speed until he is in front of the creature. His wife has already readied it - it is not one of his demons, it does not serve him though it should.

It never should have attempted this with Wrath standing there. It should have shuddered in its skin, tried to retreat from it at the sight of him, the sight of the Goddess Fury as well. Instead of shutting this Hell away, Wrath wishes he could destroy it for being an abomination of what this place should be - unbalanced, out of control.

He reaches up, wraps his hand around the demon's neck, and snaps it with one fluid motion, removing the key as the body falls to the ground at his feet. This will fit the gate- a test as they knew it was, and their mortal friend failed it miserably. The anguish still roils from his curse in waves.

Wrath turns back to Five, releasing him from the magic that held him in place with a wave of his hand.

"Leave."

There is no magic to Wrath's command this time, but his voice sounds like it comes from the walls themselves, and his expression leaves little room for argument.