Xenith felt… well he wasn't sure. It was a feeling he'd certainly never felt before. It was unpleasant, that he knew. Though he knew not of what nature the plush feeling suffocating him from within might be, he knew he abhorred it. It accelerated his heart rate substantially so at first he worried perhaps he was experiencing a heart attack. But there was no numbness of his left arm, no heart attack ever began. His body felt hot and tingly like he'd been dipped within a pool of acid or lava. So his next assumption was he suffered from a fever. But no matter how many different thermometers he bought, they all said his temperature was within a healthy range, between 96° and 98°, perfectly healthy. There was no way all twelve thermometers could be faulty. He also felt a strange uncomfortable sensation in his stomach, from what he read online people referred to it as 'butterflies in the stomach' which he found quite preposterous of a term as there certainly wasn't an abundance of living butterflies flapping around within his organs. And lately whenever he was around his annoying enemy, Maxciel, that's when all these symptoms would hit him full force, like a semi-truck! Sometimes he swore Maxciel's presence increased the temperature of every room he entered by at least 20°. But the thermostat always read 65°, what he'd always kept the house at. And trust me, he checked three times to see if it was broken, it wasn't. And worst of all, lately he found himself kept up at night because his body kept producing the physiological reaction associated with reproduction. All because that clown, Maxciel, kept dancing through his head, haunting him! A few days into this continuous state of torture he seriously contemplated killing Maxciel despite his state of a drunken like stupor just to rid of this feeling but he knew he couldn't do that. He cannot kill a man not sound of mind. He would never, so neither would he. After all he knew he owed him at least that much. But ironically, that contemplation lead him to the realization and understanding of what this feeling was! He'd grown to hate Maxciel so much after spending so much time with him that somehow he'd surpassed all known levels of negative emotions and created a new one off the natural scale. It explained every new little sensation (besides that last one… but he'd rather never acknowledge that anyways)! His heart rate accelerated in an anticipating bloodlust. His body grew awash with heat in association to his intense anger with Maxciel's existence. And the sensation in his stomach was because Maxciel made him feel so disgusted he felt like vomiting! It all finally made sense. Now all he could do was desperately wait for the return of Maxciel's sanity so he could finally claim his life and quench his intense hatred by finally taking Maxciel's life.