"AAAAAAh!"
Fell roared and slammed his fist through the coffee table, sending whatever shards of wood that didn't instantly vaporize shooting around the room. Anti quickly dissolved, letting the projectiles pass through him, reforming as they wedged themselves into the walls.
"They were HERE! They were here the ENTIRE TIME!" He blasted a chair to smithereens with his shadows. Anti lept aside as parts of it came flying over his head.
"It was so damned SIMPLE, why couldn't I SEE IT?! Of course, OF COURSE your vessel would run to his little FRIENDS!" He punched the air blindly, sending a golden shock wave through the wall over anti's head as he ducked. This wasn't too rare. Fell 'iikh was as famous for his temper tantrums as he was for his cunning and power.
The fallen one let loose yet another scream of rage and flung the couch into the wall with blinding speed, rending a hole in the drywall across the room. Anti breathed a sigh of relief until a portion of the ceiling fell onto his head, causing him to wince with pain.
Fell stood hunched in the center of Mark Fishbach's living room, teeth bared, hands spread like claws, and serpentine eyes shining impossibly bright as his aura flared all the way to the ceiling in his anger. His head suddenly shot to Anti, who was leaning against the wall, cringing and rubbing his head.
"Anti. Find a Councilman. Torture them until they tell us what we need to know. Show no mercy. Do you understand?" Fell hissed quietly.
Anti nodded quickly, dissolving and shooting out of the house. He didn't want to stay near an angry Fell any longer than was necessary. Fell straightened slowly as sirens echoed in the distance, getting nearer by the second. He grinned, running his tongue along his teeth.
Here came his stress relief.
