's Choice: fangs of blood

The blood pulses in my veins.

It hurts.

It is pure lava flowing wildly throughout my body. It impedes my vision, blurs it by covering my eyes with red spots, a dark red, like the clotted blood of an ancient wound. It hurts. This rage, this anguished cry that impregnates my limbs, tightens them as if to crush them.

I will defend this house.

I will defend it.

He is what I hold most dear, together with Her.

My fangs will defend this place, from anyone.

My fangs, they drip hot and sick blood.

"What happened to you? You don't look the same..."

I am the beast.

The golden beast. My fangs drip warm blood. My own.

And they will defend this place, this house.

No one will pass.

No, not even this boy.

Especially this boy. Who dared to wear his mortal remains, calling them his own.

When no one is worthy to wear them.

Only He is.

My fangs, my blood, the roar that explodes.

My golden fangs, dripping hot, sick blood. They will tear apart anyone who dares to cross this house.

The golden beast will defend, no matter if more blood is spilled. No matter.

Mine already flows down my fangs, sinking into the flesh of my opponent to destroy.

Your fangs, to protect not to destroy. Remember it, Aiolia.

The blood pulses in my veins, and it hurts. It flows through my veins, burning like incandescent lava. It wants to explode, to spill out of me.

It inflames my heart, melts my limbs.

It precludes me from seeing.

A red veil, a veil of blood prevents me from seeing.

And this boy wants to pass.

Why?

"Athena is in danger! Don't you want to save her?"

My fangs want to sink into His flesh.

They will tear the young body that dared to wear His mortal remains.

The golden beast will defend the fifth house, at any cost.

No one will pass. No one. Least of all this boy.

If he does not retreat, I will destroy him with my hands.

With my fangs.

The blood in my veins has gone mad. It oppresses me, suffocates me, prevents me from seeing.

My golden fangs drip blood. Hot and sick. My own.

The roar accompanies the lightning.

My golden fangs will maul, wipe out every enemy.

And He,

He is the enemy.

Destroy.

No, protect.

I am the beast.

And my blood, on the golden fangs ready to strike, will remain infected.