“That's you," Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath.""But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate.""How about bASStard?" Z suggested."Nice. I feel that.”

“You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.”

“Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.”

“You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)”

“Go 'head." Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. "Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse." - Zsadist”

“The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. "Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?""How about you get off my dick?”

“Son of a bitch" Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away.The glowing man laughed "Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery.""Great," Rhage murmered, "his sense of humor's still intact."Vishous exhaled "Maybe I can try to beat it out of him-""Use his own arm to do it, if you can-"Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of 'who-us?' stares”