Koldan, Sin and the Doomed Ship

In space

Wrath got thrown out of the portal and appeared on the Persephone in a gloomy corridor that was a radical change from where she was just a second ago. She stared at it, petrified, hardly realizing what had just happened. She had just got banned. From her own home. Her blood was boiling in her veins.

The corridor was shaped in a L, one side ended by a medium size squared door glowing in an orange light, while the other one led to a shaft going up, a ladder attached on one of its walls. She was standing right in the middle, at the corner of the passageway.

Wrath: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT TO ME.

Wrath thundered in the corridor she just appeared into.

Wrath: Not even with a fight... what a coward.

She seemed to be lost in her mind, angry at an unknown person.

Wrath: I will have my revenge. I WILL come back. And he WILL die.

The eyes of the demoness glowed deeply as she said those words, expressing her inner rage in a far better way than her words. She finally took control back of her mind.

Wrath: "And what in Hell is this disgusting place...?"

Wrath looked around, suddenly realizing where she was.

Wrath: "A ship...?"
Wrath: AH!

Wrath gasped as she saw the huge sized wolf creature next to her.

Awakening

  Krof dragged himself laboriously and noisily, legs trailing, hauling his bulk down the corridor inch by inch by grasping the walls with his claws for traction and pulling. His breathing could be heard through the respirator at the front of his helmet, wet and rasping, as if he was breathing fluid...he seemed lost in his own struggles and agony, not aware there was another being here, speaking to open air, as he slowly rounded the corner.
  Wrath: What is happening here... ?!
  Krof apparently did not hear the tall, dark, unexpected form standing in the access tunnel...but he certainly saw it, when his helmet shakily turned to face down the ninety-degree turn. He recoiled backward, slamming his armored back against the wall, unlimbering the ugly and snub-nosed weapon from his back and pointing it at her one-handed. The barrel wavered shakily, as if his strength was ebbing. As the cluster of optics on his faceplate stared at her, his free paw clawed at his neck, unlatching seals with a hiss of vented oxygen. It became apparent that he was taking his helmet off, still pointing the oversized rifle in her direction.

  Wrath looked at the weapon being pointed at her and reached for her sword by reflex. But she quickly realized how shakily the gun was, so she put her hand down. Looking at the creature and the state of its equipment, she even started doubting of the working state of the weapon. "You're weak." She said those words in a condescendent way. "Why are you pointing this at me?" She looked at the fingers of the creature trying to open its helmet, wondering why the need for it as she was able to breathe in this place.
  Krof wrenched the helmet off his head...giving the sight of blood-matted fur, triangular ears, a canine snout...the face of a beast. A sheet of blood cascaded out of the front of the helmet as soon as he removed it, dropping it on the deck. His nose was shattered, blood pouring from his muzzle. With his helmet on, he'd have been drowning in it. Now free, he breathed loudly, raggedly. He propped himself up against the wall as best he could, eyes focusing and meeting her gaze. Blue eyes, the color of a pup's. And when she spoke, he understood. He laughed convulsively, causing a bloody bubble to emerge from one nostril, and lowered the weapon until it hit the deck heavily. He turned it over, to check the ammunition readout, which was flashing '001' in angry red. "Good...question..." he rumbled, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his chestplate. "This one, it is for me." He tapped the readout with a claw.

Confrontation 

  Wrath was capable of having pity for such a poor creature, but not right now. She stared at the wolf in disgust with her gray eyes. "You wouldn't stand a chance in Hell. Have you fled a battle? Are you a coward, too?" Saying these words made her anger come back. She walked straight to the weapon and kicked it away from the Wolf with her hoof. "WHY DON'T YOU DIE LIKE ONE?" She was clearly upset. She kneeled down and looked at the wolf straight in the eyes. More blood was dripping from his muzzle. "You didn't have the courage to do it, did you."
  Krof grimaced as she lashed out with astonishing quickness, speed he wasn't certain he could have seen coming, even were he not half-dead. An ear twitched in frustration as he glared over at his cast-aside weapon, then slang his eyes back to look into hers. He'd had his suspicions about her nature, and the glimpse of her hoof had confirmed them. And now that she was close, her smell as well. Something otherworldly beneath the smell of his own blood. He glowered at her, then suddenly peeled his lips back, grinning at her with a mouth full of bloody fangs. "Not in my nature. My training. My...programming." he spat out the last word like an admission he found distasteful. "Been fighting Surgeons. Always more of those, just stitch bodies together, make more...Persephone has plenty of bodies." Another hacking episode of laughter. "At least you are better looking than them. Better to fight you, than them."

Wrath knew what the creature was talking about. Surgeons. A type of demon that were basically made of corpses stitched together. They saw limbs and pieces off of people to add to themselves, and make surgical stitching with spinnerets like a spider. Nothing very unusual in Hell. But somewhat unexpected in this unknown place.

  Wrath looked at the badly hurt creature, realizing it was in a worse shape than she thought. Her face was hesitant, as if she was trying to figure out if that was just a pile of lies or the truth. What would Surgeons do in such a weird place? On the other hand, hadn't she arrived here herself? She frowned, which slightly reduced the glow of her eyes. "Who would program someone to kill himself, anyway?" She shook her head from side to side, looking at the ground, still kneeling in front of the wolf-looking creature. "I don't understand most of what you are saying, but I can tell you are not going to make it far." She put her finger in a puddle of blood and then licked it. Then nodded, lost in her thoughts for a second. "You're in a pretty bad shape."
  Krof shrugged bitterly, even that movement caused him to clench his teeth in pain. "Combat robots, they self-terminate. Why not pile of meat and bone too." His voice became a rumbling whisper as his eyelids droop, and the membranes covering his eyes like a dog's slid halfway into place. By the looks of the crimson trail winding down the tunnel in his wake, he'd left over half his blood supply behind. "Bad. Yes." Impaired brain function. He looked wearily into her cold, grey eyes, and seemed unafraid in his delirious state. He was vaguely aware that he was fascinated by her dark beauty, letting himself become lost in those eyes. He wondered fleetingly if that knowledge would disgust her. The thought caused him to laugh again, bitterly, but it was weak and sputtering. "Dying."
  Wrath didn't seem to be willing to help, focused on her only goal: getting back to Hell. A drop of blood spurted on her cheek as the wolf laughed. She removed it with her black nailed fingers, almost without noticing. "You're not the same as a rob... whatever." She didn't hide her impatience. "Where is the portal to Hell? There must be one in this ship." She realized it was probably not clear enough. "Where do the Surgeons come from?" She knew what she was going to do next, but she needed some information first. "And don't die on me yet."

 Confusion

  Krof was disctracted momentarily, his eyes unfocusing, as the microbots swarming in his bloodstream tripped several alarms. Flashing medical icons appeared in his entopics, warning him to seek a transfusion immediately. As if there were any others of his species on board. "Portal?" he asked drowsily, head snapping upright repeatedly as he fought to stay awake. "They come from fucking Hell," he snapped, as if disgusted that she didn't know. "This is what humans tell me. Is their word, 'Hell'. " His tone became disoriented and tinged with anger, as if she was trying to wake someone from deep sleep. "Portal...is reactor." He nodded listlessly, as if satisfied at arriving at the right answer. "Reactor, Persephone's rotting bitch heart." He managed to open one eye, looking up at her from his awkward angle on the floor, as if he did not want to look away from her.
  Wrath looked around, trying to find a sign of where the reactor could be, ignoring the wolf's stare at her, much more preoccupied to get out of here as soon as possible. Seeing only two corridors, she muttered. "It shouldn't be difficult to find..." She went back to looking at the wolf. "Well, thank you for coming here exactly at the right time." She unsheathed her sword. "I usually don't kill innocents to craft my spells, but here it's an emergency." She was confident she could gather enough souls on the ship to revert the curse she had been inflicted. She approached the blade from the wolf's throat. "Farewell, wolf." She pushed it in his neck.

Wrath's sword got violently pushed backwards as she tried to slay him, flying into the corridor behind her and slipping between two metal parts forming the ground. The sound of the blade hitting several objects deep below indicated it was likely lost forever. Surprised, but also brutally frustrated by what happened, she threw herself forward, trying to suffocate the almost paralyzed wolf. As she did so, a sudden ray of light emitted from the wolf's chest, throwing her several feet backwards. The demoness landed harshly on the floor, confused at first but quickly realizing what happened.

  "What kind of magic is this?"

She had felt a very powerful artifact repelling her, but she could not figure out what it was exactly. Wrath grabbed the weapon next to her that had been kicked away earlier at this precise location, pointing it to the wolf.

  "I don't care if I can't steal your soul anymore. YOU WILL DIE."

She pulled the trigger. The red counter on the side of the weapon switched from "01" to "00". She was excited at the thought of getting rid of such an unexpected issue quickly... until the bullet bounced on an invisible shield a few inches from the wolf's snout, nullifying the murder attempt. The demoness stared at the creature, dazzled, then angrily threw the weapon on the side.

  "Well, I guess I won't be able to get rid of you."
  Krof had not witnessed any of the miracles that saved him, already faded into a comatose state. An ear twitched when she shifted the massive rifle into position and fired, the 15mm chemically propelled round roaring as it left the barrel. The range was too short for it to prime itself and fragment, and so it simply clanged off the far wall as it ricocheted. With his last shallow breath before he slipped toward oblivion, he muttered something in a different human tongue. So faint that only her demonic senses picked it up. "Mne ne udalos."
  Wrath tried to repeat what she had just heard. "Me nudlos... Me... nudlos... is that related to that artifact?" She looked at the unconscious wolf. "I guess it just wasn't his day..." She got up and moved forward, walking over the seemingly dead body, in direction of the ladder. She reached it, started climbing it (the confined space not allowing her to deploy her wings). One step, two steps... then she stopped.
  Wrath looked back at the end of the corridor, her eyes enlightened by an idea. "What if..." She climbed the ladder down and walked back to the wolf. "You've been living on this thing for quite a long time haven't you... you could be very helpful at giving me directions. And now that I am disarmed..." She winced unhappily at the idea of her lost sword. "...being together might actually give us more chances to survive."
  Wrath grabbed both of the wolf's arms and pulled him with an extraordinary strength in the corridor. Reaching the ladder, she looked where it went. A pretty long way. "Let me see if I find something that can help you up there..."

 She looked down at the wolf, completely blacked out.

  "And since I cannot hurt you physically, maybe I could use you to reach my goal... in some other way."