Anthony couldn't think straight. He could only feel like his mind had been invaded by a huge fire. Though he could feel his skin tremble, cold and sweaty but it's not water to calm him down but gasoline that fuels more of his rage.
He doesn't remember when was the last time he felt these overwhelming emotions. Perhaps it is when his dear sister left him or it's that repeated heartbreak he endured. But one thing is certain, he could feel it now, itching through his palms and almost like an animal trying to escape from its cage.
"I am going to find that shit myself and tear his limbs bit by bit, " he could feel his voice shaking, his embrace tightening on the unconscious Aegir. Normally, Anthony should feel like crying but he couldn't find any of his tears.
He knew he should do something and try to save Aegir but he couldn't escape from his own emotions. It's acting first, pouring heavy and uncontrollably after it being repressed for too long.
Vin, the other person in the room on the other hand was glued in his spot. He couldn't take his eyes off to the human in front of him. His stomach felt like an anvil was dropped in it and his throat dry, almost like he's unable to utter a word.
The human bathed in rage was also encased with an uncanny shadow resembling that of an unkindness of ravens. It flew around the human, eyes red like crimson rubies and fresh blood. There's also strange white orb-like lights following those ravens around. And no matter how Vin tries to deny what the mood of it brings-he couldn't.
It feels like a strange feeling when someone draws their last breath or the smell of rotting things sleeping soundly on the cold dirt-death.
Vin knows he needs to control the situation or it'll escalate to something more unfortunate though he couldn't feel his body agreeing to him.
"Y..You need to calm down, " Vin's voice sounded like a squeak. He hoped that he'll only need to speak once but it feels like his words never reached Anthony.
The shadow around him expanded. As it eats the room, darkness looms. "Anthony! Calm down! " Vin repeated again, now he found the voice to make it louder.
Anthony's almost empty eyes found their way in Vin's direction. What's scarier than being stared at by this angry human is that the ravens also did the same, almost like it did a ripple effect.
Vin thought of just casting a spell on Anthony to calm him down but his guts tells him that it wouldn't end so well. Especially that he feels that whatever this shadow looming around the human, it has a separate consciousness. It can act on its own and attack him if it feels he's a threat.
Anthony didn't utter a word and just stared at him. He didn't know if his reply to what he said was disbelief or if he also courted his anger.
Vin tried to get closer to Anthony, carefully. "Anthony, if you want to save your friend now is not the time to just rage there. His life is more important. Please, get back on your senses! We need to bring him to someone that can heal him! " He spoke urgently.
He doesn't know if it's due to adrenaline rush that he found the courage to tell Anthony about his ravens. "Those ravens around you won't help either! " Vin found Anthony's facial expression shift, almost like he's bewildered by what he had said. The ravens were still there so were the darkness but he knows it'll not expand for now.
Vin closed the distance between them again and squatted to reach Aegir's face. He checked his pulse only to feel a faint beat. Sighing, he stared at Aegir's face who's starting to lose its colors.
He still could do something to just delay the time. He needs to bring him to her, the witch.
Closing his eyes, he started to summon his powers. He could feel heat spread on his palms, yellow sparkles spread around him. This is the first time he feels good releasing his powers not only he could save Aegir but also to get away from the death calling vibes Anthony has.
He put his palms on Aegir's chest. "C F G Am. " Uttering some music notes, a faint glow started to show on Aegir's chest. The notes started to play slowly like a tune fresh from a music box.
As soon as he removed his hands on Aegir's chest, the cat man's body started to glow as well. A sparkling golden lyre emerged from Aegir's chest. It has pink roses and hyacinths serving as its carved ornaments. The lyre thin string's colors were rose gold adding an ethereal feel.
Aegir's heart was pure and beautiful.
Vin fixed his eyes on Anthony who was just staring at what he did. "This is Aegir's heart. I delayed the process of his injuries. But if we won't hurry up, one string will snap until it's no more. We need to go to the witch-" Anthony didn't let him finish, he transferred Aegir's body to Vin's hands. Vin has no choice but to carry the cat man.
"You bring him there. Please save him. I need to avenge him. " Anthony's voice was low, with no energy and calm.
Vin's face registered disbelief. He doesn't want to invalidate Anthony's feelings, especially that he saw his precious friend get hurt. He just couldn't understand human's indecisiveness and impulse. They tend to choose the most desirable things they feel that are then charging to it with no plans nor worries to what may come next that will endanger them.
Are humans fools of ideals making them blind to reality?
"Are you a sick bastard or a sorry idiot? Do you know what you're saying? Charging ahead with no plans, risking that 1% of what if it would work for you and you'll beat that guy without considering the cons of what you're trying to do. Humans do have a crooked sense of right and wrong... it only gets right if it satisfies your self interest not minding the dangers after it. 1% you'll join us here and 99% you'll be groveling on your own grave seeing your poor little boyfriend crying again because of your sorry ass! " Vin couldn't help but burst out and say whatever he wanted to say. He could also feel like he'll overshadow this human's anger.
He just couldn't bear stupid idiots with pea-sized brains.
The ravens encircling Anthony started to make their croaking call. If it's a protest or an agreement to what Vin's said, he doesn't care. Perhaps he's a hypocrite being impulsive just like how he preached but this idiocy cannot save a life and it's something he couldn't tolerate.
Before Anthony could even react and answer, a purple-ish glow emitted from the pocket of Anthony's jeans. A tarot card emerged with an illustration of two angry lions on both of its sides, they're being held by a red rope being tied on their bodies; connecting them to a golden chariot.
The card started spinning in the air until a a figure emerged from it. The figure's purple robe danced in the air. Soon a pair of golden eyes greeted the room.