It was all he could do to keep his anger at bay. He was not allowed to feel this wrath boiling within, so he took great precaution in finding calm before finding Eireka.
He rolled his shoulders, craned his neck from side to side and with a heavy breath he jogged up the stairs, or at least what was left of the stairs. After the attack of that creature last night, the castle looked more like an ancient ruin now. Still won't stop Eireka from .... He couldn't finnish the thought, in doing so would surely reawaken that fury that was turning deep within himself.
It didn't take him long to find the room where they resided. He simply followed the strongest stench of sex and alcohol. He thought he would be able to handle the sight. He should be used to it, he hunted countless demons, many of whom he caught "in the act". But this only ripped through him and beyond his control, he exploded.
They were on the bed... well at least two of them were. The other seemed to have been shoved off. They were unconscious now. . . probably from the exertion. Eireka laid on the bed, her breaths soft and peaceful... So he surged up next to her bringing her up effortlessly.
"Hey! What the fuck!" She screamed, scratching and kicking him with all her might but he was unfazed.
"Shut up Eireka and stop fighting me, I am NOT in the mood."
"The fuck if I care! Let me go, fly boy, or i will rip off those pretty little angel wings, one by one." Her threats met deaf ears, he was past being lenient with her. Anytime he was, he always suffered.
And as he walked down the degraded stairs and out a near hole in the wall, the familiar dark presence purred at his reaction. He instantly thwarted the force but he had to question why it was rising almost frequently now. When ever he would feel anger, lust, when ever he was at such a proximity to Eireka...
Great, now you've let a demon get into your mind.
