Wrath, a shaken look crossed his face as soon as he got a good look at the old geezer that entered his cell. It was a look of shock and awarness at the same time.<span style="font-weight: bold">"On your feet pup"</span>them words echoed in the subconciousness of Wrath's mind as if demanding him to respond, in what way it was uncertain until a few moment later, when the few dropplets of blood had surfaced on the old mans forearm. Wrath suddenly went into a berzerker like mode, as if the very scent of blood drove him mad.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">"Thats it boy! Come out and play!"</span>Wrath suddenly shoved the old man into the side of the cell wall, causing a crater big enough to fill the holy man's body in, contact from Wrath's fist to the cell door and the entire structure fell apart. Driven by the sheer sence of feeding, he could smell young blood. Fresh blood, it was almost demon-like of him howhe could smell blood under unharmed or unpunctured flesh. His eyes slit, his fangs sharpened, his wits and willpower extremly intence, and with a few moment from his release the young boy that was ment for anouther cell had all been splattered across the corridoors of the prison level.<br/><br/>In them seconds Wrath had managed to get past the holy man, run across the corridoors towards anouther vampires cell where the young boy had been offered up. Wrath found himself sitting in the middle of a stair case that was between the walking distance of his own cell and the cell of Rayna, already devouered the body of the poor young body, the Hellish crunching noices that came from Wrath were monsterouse indeed. It sent shivers down the spines of those who could hear the echoes of the bone crunching jaws down those hallow halls.<br/><br/>"B-better..." He looked up, his eyes formed from a demon-like firey red, to a soothing honey-suckle. However only portions of memories came back that never made any sence, Wrath looked up to find a bloody hall way, a shattered cell gate and himself sitting in a pool of the young boys blood. "Argh....AAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!!" The screams that came from Wrath was that of shock and horror, "WHY THE HELL!!!!GGAAHHH!!!!" He held his legs wrapping his arms around his knees, half a smile pasted on his face but his eyes showed disgust. After a few minutes to recooperate and reolise what he had done, Wrath stood up, his head lowered, view to the ground. His chest, arms and waste bloodied.<br/><br/>"What do you want...." His voice went cold, his tone emotionless. As if someone or something has possessed him all together, but no matter how brave, scary or even feared he looked. He knew it would only get worse.<br/><br/>"Please...." Wrath looked up, towards the Elder that stood infront of a cell, the other shattered cell broken into peices. Wrath turned his viewtowards the shattered cell gate, awaiting for the other holy man to appear and to finally find out what the Hell was going on.