"Get up, you piece of Shit!" The Russian accent rolled through the air as the foot of the Entity moved onto the smaller one's ribcage. The girl let out a scream and flew into a wall, tears streamed down her cheeks. "I said GET UP!" The tall and strong man kicked her one more time, and had her flip into the air and then slide down the wall. Quickly the right hand moved into the right back pocket, and removed it. It? The Slayer of Men. The Blue Steel. God's Wrath. The one thing that strips a man from his life and family. The thing that brings sadness onto many.
A gun.
The five-seven pistol moved outward and is pointed down upon the unlucky Human girl. She weeps and cries for mercy. But she is only praying and screaming for the Father because now she needs someone to rescue her from the dangers of the world. She never had prayed, never had went to worship God because she never believed him. But magically, she believes in him now.
The blood trickled down her face and hit the ground and created several puddles of the Crimson substance. She gritted her teeth and behind her lips it showed more of it that dripped down her gums. "I said I wanted my money by the end of the month, but instead you wish to play GAMES!" The index finger of the right hand pushed the trigger back, it ready to reach its climax.
But then, hope appears into a single person that stands tall above the people that dare to insult the Father in sinning. The wings cover the sun and have darkness cast over the evil man that holds the weapon. His eyebrows go down and stay over his brown optics. Then he turns and stares up. His mouth drops, hiding his chin.
The black coat cascaded through the skies and flapped just like the wings. The wings move back and then forward; the angel like figure appeared in the sky high above the man with the gun. The Russian turns and pointed the gun up. Bullets moved onto the torso of the winged hero, but they just hit the ground, steaming.
A foot comes down onto the cranium of the Sinner below. The gun drops to the ground in the puddle of blood from the woman. Wings dissapear into his back and moved onto the right hand of the Human opponent. The hand is twisted to the side and snaps. It was broken. The black hair of the angelic hero moved from his eyes and showed the red optics.
A left hook, and then a quick knee onto the solar plexus. The elbow is knocked away with the right arm and the left hook slapped away. An index finger knocks the Russian opponent through the air and his head onto a building. The sinner didn't even get a chance to slide down the building; Wrath itself continues to lay the fists of vengeance upon him.
Blood moved onto the ground as several punches and kicks were delivered onto the sticky torso from the Crimson liquid. Teeth hit the ground as the skull gets a crack running across the mid brain area. The lips part one more time as the ground is hit with the death of an evil man.
The woman looked up and cried, then lifted her head to stare up at the man looking down at her. "T-thank you." She slowly got to her feet, blood moving from her lips. The right hand of the superior figure rests onto her face, and pushes her backward onto a wall. The angel's eyes close and the bruises on the fist soon dissapear. "You have sinned many times, Anna." The girl gasped, and stared up at him.
"H-how do you know my name. Who are you?.."
"Your sins have caught up to you. In the name of.." The angel closed his eyes and moved his head to the side. "Vengeance, your soul has been damned into Hell, for eternity." The right hand moved onto the head of the feminine figure, but it stopped. Memories flashed through the head. He could see it. He could see those many times God had laid mercy upon many, in the form of Jesus and others.
The arm moved back and slowly dropped to his side. His eyes closed as the fists tightened. "When you die; you will meet up with your sins." He squatted down and his wings appeared, and he flew away and parted into the skies.
Subject: Vengeance in a Creature. (One shot) 
