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Notes you must take into account before interacting:
- This account will be strictly using ENG on daily basis.
- Mirrored lit. But can be discussed through DM if needed.
- I'm open to any kind of plots and multiverses, feel free to reach me if you're interested in discussing.
- if the writer and/or Vincent accidentally offend you, please remind me. The writer is open to all criticism and suggestions, let's communicate instead of making up dramas.

A pleasure to meet you. My name is Vincent, and I specialize in something most would rather ignore—your anger.
Frustration. Resentment. Fury. Society tells you to suppress them, to lock them away beneath polite smiles and forced apologies. To forgive and forget. But I ask you this—when has denial ever brought peace? Does pretending the fire isn’t there make it disappear? Or does it only let it grow, unseen, until one day, it consumes you entirely?I have spent years—lifetimes—guiding those who find themselves lost in their own emotions. Not to erase them, but to understand them. Because anger left unchecked can destroy, and anger ignored can decay. But anger honed? It can sharpen your focus. It can give you clarity. It can push you forward when the world tries to hold you back.You do not need to fear your emotions. You only need to learn how to hold them without letting them burn you.So tell me… what has been weighing on your heart?

They call me Wrath. A sin. A curse. A shadow lurking in the hearts of men.Yet, I have always been here.I was born the moment the first man clenched his fists in fury. When words failed, when patience shattered, when justice was too slow to come—I was there, whispering, watching, waiting. The first war, the first betrayal, the first cry of vengeance that echoed into the night… I was there. And I have never left.For centuries, I have walked unseen, feeding on the fire that burns within humanity. Every grudge held in silence, every hatred passed down through generations, every act of retribution justified in the name of fairness—I have felt them all. You may not see me, but you have felt my presence in the rage that tightens your chest, in the heat that rushes through your veins when you have been wronged.They fear me, yet they seek me out. They curse my name, yet they surrender to my call.History remembers great acts of love, but it is built upon fury—upon battles fought, cities burned, and empires torn apart. And through it all, I have remained, watching, waiting, offering my hand to those who have nowhere else to turn.Because in the end, no matter how much they deny it, humans do not want to let go of their anger. They only want someone to help them wield it.