A Superior Wrath

As you ascended the Dark stairway, claws brandished, teeth bore and wrath painted on Your face, a thing most strange began to overcome You. You see this wasn't You Per say, this was mostly the beast, He was in control, to be honest, You expected mayhem, screeching, running and killing, all that, but in reality, it was nothing like that, this was a quiet Fury, Your face was contorted, jaws open wide in what was most likely a terribly horrifying expression, The urge to Kill was all the only instinct that You could currently obey, but... There was no rush about it, like a Hunter, carefully moving for its prey.

You walked briskly, patiently and with a kind of certainty.

HE CANNOT ESCAPE US, WE WILL HAVE HIM.

"Yes, I can feel it. As long as We want him dead, He truly has no right to live."

OURS IS THE FURY, HIS **** WILL BE SLOW, PAINFUL, WE WILL-

"-Alright, alright I get it."

Eyes watched You from the floors as You ascended, though through Your senses You knew that most of the Clan were hiding, they must have been able to sense Your power, Your murderous intent, however, a few remained, watching from a safe distance with their red eyes, safe for one... Cleo followed, slowly and subtly, the gentle sound of Rose's **** breaths accompanying her.

Danger, Power, Animosity... a wave of all of those things hit You as You came to building's top floor, it was like someone was casting them all at You, it was so potent that it **** You to pause. YOU WILL DIE IF YOU COME CLOSER! That's what that feeling said, a Brick wall of absolute will, a **** of Beastly nature.

"I... I can't move, What is this?"

POWER? WHAT MANNER OF POWER IS THIS?

It was like Your instincts were screaming at You to run away, to get out of there before something bad happened, and so there You stood by The scarlet Door that led to Rose' room, Your eyes lingered on it for a moment and then to your door, just down the hallway, it would probably still be empty save for a dark coffin in the corner, the time spent here, the time in that dark and dingy Hotel with beasts that You didn't even believe existed, they took You into their arms so quickly, Perhaps You should have known better, even still... He knew what He did and had the gall to look You in the eye and lie, trick You into his service.

CORVUS......

You felt the Sensation ease a little

CORVUS, YOU CAN'T STOP ME...

A little more, Your will bolstering further.

WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES, KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE GAZING UPON YOUR RECKONING.

Yup, that did it. Your Willpower began to flare inside of You, the Beast's Inhuman War-Cry pushing against lurking threat.

THAT'S RIGHT, FEEL MY SUPERIOR WRATH, YOUR BLOOD IS DESTINED FOR MY MAW!

"Do you ever just chill out, what's wrong with you?"

There it was, the door to his office and despite Your fury, You opened the door slowly, revealing just what You expected. Stepping inside, You removed Your hand from the doorknob, heavily warped from Your monstrous grip, Four eyes watched, all fearful.

Corvus stood behind his desk, a not so "Friendly old man" look on his face, his eyes were a Dark crimson, they were open wide, freakishly wide, like owl, He was tense, his small body budging with muscle, He spoke through clenched sharp teeth "Charlie, what is this, I could smell Your Wrath a mile away. Oh now, now, No need for ****, I don't want to fight You." Corvus gestured to three that surrounded Him, Huginn on his left, Munnin standing on his right and Hawkins tall form just in front of him, All of them standing in a defensive formation.

Strange, The Twins looked afraid, apprehensive... but Hawkins was smiling darkly, a look of what might have been excitement? Corvus began, his voice entangled with mild fright "Now I don't Know what You've heard-"

"You know exactly what I've heard." You interjected, stepping forward slightly causing all of them to flinch, The Old man was burning in his own unease, You could feel it "You knew about My Father, You ratted him out to Valerica and then You tried to trick Me..." His Three guardian all frowned sadly, "My Boy... You must understand, whoever told You this poppycock is simply lying, I did in fact know Your father, He was a friend, I would never-" You took another step forward a dark smile smile on Your face, Huginn looked like he wanted to run a mile or ten, Hawkins only continued to look exited and Muninn... there was nothing but sadness in those pretty eyes.

"I am going to tell You a story and It will the last thing that Your shitty little ears will ever hear, so I advise that You listen carefully." Their was a silence and You continued, a kind of zing flaring into Your voice "Imagine this... A Boy, barely a man by anyone's standards who grew up in wealth but suffered for it his whole life" You paced disbursing a little of the rampant energy that was fuelling Your devilish Fury "Imagine that poor kid, I could only imagine what it was like growing up in his bastard of a Father's shadow, being hated for the words He said, for the actions he'd take and the Things he'd do, Imagine being shunned, hated by everyone and not being able to defend Yourself..." The Twins looked at each other nervously, Your low Beastly tone cutting into the room like a blade "but suddenly, bob's Your uncle, He has a little hope, He finally connects with someone, someone warm and kind, someone who isn't his Dickhead dad or Crackpot sister. for once, everything seems like it might be okay and then poof, its taken from You, just like that." It occurred to You that this was highly peculiar, the way You were speaking, Your enthusiastic mannerisms, is this what it would be like if the Beast was always out of his cage? It was kind of tempting, it felt good, "But wait, there's more, even after His life is literally torn apart in front of his eyes, He's offered a kind of respite, by people who He thought He could trust, but it turns out... trust is lot harder to find amongst Your kind then I thought."

You glanced at Muninn, she had such an apologetic look on her face, it was like a thousand regrets were painted on that face then, "I-I..." Huginn said, as if in strain "Charlie... C-Charlie, mate..." His eyes were pleading "H-He's forcing us, We... We don't want to fight, Y-Your pops was a good bloke..."

"Be Silent!" Corvus insisted, whatever small amount of courage the old man had was beginning to fall away, everyone that that room could feel the eventuality, someone was gonna die in that room, it turned the Wise old vampire into a Rat backed into a corner, his arms raising, wrinkled face twisting with malice "You deluded little shit, For Hundreds of Years I suffered Under a Vampire Like You, finally after I manage to Kill the bastard, that Crazy Bitch threatens Me, Me! the only Blooded in History to Rule a Clan, as if I'd let Your or Your father's petty life get in the way of what I've built!" He raised both of his arms, Fire in his Crimson eyes "Enough of this, all Three of You, Kill him, Kill him now!" The Old man threw his hands towards You, his motions where reminiscent of a man batting an aggressor away and with the three swipes he gave to air, His Three Minions began their storm towards You, all three at once, claws brandished and ready to kill.