Magnus Academy: The Cursed Blood Continuance

Redemption: Act V

The Call For An Ever After

I never thought anger was an emotion I can ever associate with him in a deeper level.

I've seen him get mad or upset in the past, enough, but never like this. Not the way his energy was dominating the entire place in a mist of blue, as though bubbles of pressures that forced all the others down--their heads meeting the ground with begrudgingly difficulty. Not the way his face had long contorted into a blank silence of rage, blue tattoos crawling all over his body as though the tense fragility around us was not enough to show how furious he is.

No, anger normally wouldn't be tangled with him. He's the gentlest person I know, too ironic if people were to compare our personalities together. He's the kind that would tolerate and accept anything, adapt to situations-seek a way to handle everything without the need any excessiveness. It always felt as though he's walking on a tightrope, constantly in a danger of falling, of breaking apart--yet no matter what challenge it is, he always just perfectly manages to walk to the other side without messing up.

That only ever changed when it's about me, even sometimes becoming a totally different person with all rationality leaving him--but never this much. We know each other in ways other people could never be aware of, but at times like this, it makes me think if there are more different sides of him that I was never aware of because I got too focused with fixing myself. Everyone who knows me can see how much I love this man, he was a contrary to my beliefs and goals--but I still loved him and pursued him even now. I took the risk of another misery just to attain that happiness with him, I sacrificed far too much for the sake of being together.

But he also scares me. He scares me because I'd never know what he's thinking when he's like this, that I could never reassure him because I no longer have my ability, that I'm much of a coward to face him off directly for I know it's my fault things became this in the first place--that his anger is justified. Or perhaps that's just an excuse. I couldn't even look at him, shame and guilt making its way to my mind, enveloping any logical judgements I have left in a thick fog of blanket I never needed.

I know what he's capable of, so much that other people can only comprehend the extent of his power. He had been powerless and weak throughout the loops of my previous lives, and perhaps this has been fate's way of atoning the unfairness of what his soul had been through. Sometimes, he makes me feel strangely nostalgic, a déjà vs--as though some events had already happened in the past and he remembers them unconsciously.

Perhaps I should have seen this coming. Perhaps I should have already expected this when I decided to not tell him about another growing life inside of me--and perhaps I thought everything would be fine even if I hid that fact from him for a while. But I didn't expect for him to know in this way. I was supposed to tell him when I'm ready, when I don't feel like... this--when I don't feel like a sore loser clinging onto something that could never be possible.

So I didn't do anything but watch him even when he broke the giant front doors of the manor down, silent but heavy strides making their direction inside as he easily slammed soldiers out of his way. I didn't do anything even as they never stood a chance, not the dozen others laying outside and the servants either sprawled unconsciously on the floor or too injured to say anything. They shouldn't have had stopped him in the first place, not with his current mood.

And I didn't do anything even when I suddenly found him in front of my brother, his spear pointed directly against the latter's neck. Silence passed between them like an unwanted visit, bright red blood dripping from a cut contrary to my brother's white, fair skin. They both showed no expressions, but their emotions were running high in the air that even those without any ability to feel could sense it. Everything around them buzzed in a deadlock, both their energies trying to conceal and overpower one another.