Wrath

'Bia!'

She loved how he shouted her name. The dæmon turned to the one who called her and smiled. Her smile dropped when she saw the caller. Merely human, his anger was so pathetic it bored her. For a moment, she just looked at him, waiting. He had no spark in his eyes, his chest was merely heaving out of fear. She reached out and grabbed his throat. Maybe, he would truly be angry, if she killed him. Bia squeezed and watched the man's fear shift to the wrath she had wanted She let go. Her work here was done.