Ty looks at the key of wrath, letting his fingers lightly touch the metal to get a good feel of it. The head of the key had a angry face on it that almost resembles Ty's own, making the choice easier to pick the item. He always struggled with anger growing up, talking back to the foster home owners and belittling others. It wasn't until he was adopted where it was abruptly ended by his new foster parents, but Ty had been bottling up all his anger for this moment. He takes the key and immediately felt his emotions increased, especially anger. Proceeding to the door, Ty had no idea why he was pissed, but hoped that what was on the other side of the door would satisfy his wrath.
He inserts the key of wrath into the door and opens it, leaving the key in the hole and going to the other side before the door closes behind him. In the new room there was his foster father, Mark, confused and scared of being in a empty room. Ty kept silent even when the man noticed him and called out, receiving no answer.
"Let your anger consume you.." The voice in the 15 year old boy's head echoed, causing Ty's emotions to stir some more. "Punish those who wronged you...give in to your WRATH."
"Ty...Where the hell are we?" Mark takes a few steps closer to him, causing the boy to glare at him with a very angry look. "What the hell.."
A fist went straight into Mark's cheek, knocking the man down on his ass. A foot soon followed and kicked Mark square in his gut.
"I fucking hate you!" Ty yells at Mark with fire in his eyes, his body was slightly convulsing as his muscles started becoming more tone. He gave the man another kick in the stomach before spitting on him. "You always treated me like shit! Never let me do anything and gave all the attention to DUSTIN!!"
"Pl-please stop!" Mark tries to protest, before feeling himself get picked up and flung against the wall. He yells out in pain upon landing on the ground again, probably breaking a few bones in the process. He was now completely terrified of his foster son, having no idea where that anger and hidden strength has come from. He desperately tries to crawl away to escape, but alas the door was behind Ty, and there was no where else to go. "T-Ty I'm sorry! I'm so sorry-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ty's voice boomed throughout the room, causing slight vibrations in the walls and floor. By now he had the body of a very athletic young adult, every strong and toned muscle was visible for anyone to admire. His cock also gain some length as well, swinging at a nice 8 inches each time he took a step. He grabs Mark by his hair and yanks him back up on his feet, only to rip out a handful of hair to watch the poor man fall back down to the ground. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
"Punish him..." The voice echos into Ty's head again, causing the teen to receive a massive headache as two small horns began to grow on the top of his head. With each violent act his corruption only grew, and when the corruption grew so did his anger. "Punish the puny mortal, and continue onto the path of wrath...the path of a true God!"