Wrath

Wrath is not just fire, it is restraint, pressure, and the terror of what breaks when control fails.

This embodiment of Wrath is forged from blackened stone and seething embers. His eyes are bound by a molten crown, and tusks jut from clenched jaws, teeth that have never stopped grinding. Etched into his massive frame are glowing cracks, symbols of the rage trying to claw its way free. He clutches a gold medallion, a cursed seal holding the true fury within.

Beneath him, chained and screaming, lies his reflection, a tormented version of himself, twisted by centuries of internal torment. The lower demon’s mouth is agape in eternal fury, limbs wrapped in burning chains, spine curved beneath the weight of silence. Together, they form a dual figure: the composed facade and the chaos that festers underneath.

Part of the 7 Deadliest collection, Wrath is the rage you swallow until it swallows you.