Bang!

The doors to the council chambers flung open, letting a silently raging Marcos into the room.

His piercing eyes swept the room, making everything and everyone in it freeze.

His lips set into a thin line, and he walked towards his seat, which was at the end of the table.

A scowl rested on his forehead as he sat, his gaze this time resting on each of their faces briefly before the next.

He studied their every move, his barely contained aura almost seeping through his almost-faded self-resolve.

He wanted to kill; he wanted to destroy, and his eyes did a poor job of containing his blood lust.

"How...