*He still had a mouthful of wing right now. Once everyone's gone, he spits the wing from his mouth.*
*Why has he been so angry recently? He's been doing his best to protect all these tiny, fragile humans. Including his beloved. But he just felt angry. He wanted to squeeze some of them until their eyes popped out of their skull. He wanted to drown them in millions of gallons of blood and bodies. Even before Marcella.*
*Every time he got to hurt someone, it felt warm. It felt free. Like he was scratching an itch he hadn't been able to reach in months. He had the power to back it up! HE didn't have to RUN AWAY like a coward! He could make those PATHETIC humans squirm and beg and pay. He could make those gods scream, begging for his mercy. THEY HAD TURNED HIM AWAY! THEY HAD ABANDONED HIM, MOCKED HIM, BELITTLED HIS POWER! THESE HUMANS MOCKING HIM AND TREATING HIM LIKE A PETULANT CHILD!*
*HE WAS STRONGER! HE HAD THIS POWER AND HE WAS HOLDING IT BACK FOR THE SAKE OF-*
*...Joseph. Eryx stared at his arms, where the eyes rested before everything. Where they rested when he felt the same burning rage he did before everything. He took a deep breath, cleaning the feathers. Everything was for Joseph.*