I listened to the Final Getsuga Tenshou Song, also known as Chokkaku from Bleach as I wrote this chapter. You might want to listen to it too.

Chapter Five

If he still were a god, he was quiet sure there would be one hell of a thunderstorm above their heads, because usually the weather, or rather the clouds, showed off his emotions quiet well.

But now there where no clouds in sign that could show how he felt, instead there was a storm inside of him and it was begging to be let out, growing fierce with each passing second.

How dare they, he though angrily.

He did not know this women, nor did he know these men who where still throwing insults at him, their amount of torches long gone. But he felt a mix between panic at its finest and the purest of fury colliding inside of him, making his new formed belly feel like it would explode every second.

He had seen bloodshed, had seen how gruesome mankind could be, but why had they targeted and singled out one women? His gaze, still unbelieving of this scene, lingered on the poor being on the ground who´s voice - he was sure it was her´s - screamed in his head.

If he still were a god, he was sure as hell was burning, his eyes would have been blood red by now. Slowly his steely eyes wandered down the form of this poor mortal women, wandering through the puddle of blood and crawling up the leg of the first man next to her who was still holding a bloody fork. The now human turned protector was sure if he gazed into the eyes of the first one of those bloody bastards they were as good as dead. And surely, as he met the slightly crazed brown eyes there was a low rumble forming in the near-dead silence of their surroundings. Seconds later, when there was a nervous twitching in the strangers eyelid, he knew the rumble came from himself. As he opened his mouth the rumble formed to a overwhelming, threatening growl growing fierce as he spoke with a voice as calm as it came before a thundering storm. "You."It was all he said, one simple word, nothing to fear, but even before he had spoken he had seen the panic crawl into these humans. More specific into this one human he had fixed with his glare of death.

He did not know how he actually knew, but he was aware that this one person had done the damage all on his own. How he knew he did not know. It was as if there were pictures in his head, pictures of this man stabbing the one this perspective was from frequently with a manic smile on his face. Slowly he realised in his wrath calling mind that these pictures were coming from the women on the ground, somehow sending him everything along with her, surely unconscious, call for help.
Those pictures he did not need for he was already enraged by this simple scene in front of him, the story behind it only dipped oil into the fire turning it into a blazing wildfire.

Strangely he could feel something coming off from him in waves, two days backwards he probably would eradicate his surroundings with a thunder-frenzy emanating from him. Those strange feelings now were probably the phantom effects of that. As if feeling those strange waves too the men took a step backwards, although he only glared murderously at the one nearest to the helpless mess of blood. At the edge of his perception the now seething human turned god saw the old women taking a few steps towards the lying form. He did not know what connected those two, but now he really did not care for what could be cleared later on. So he took a step forward, glaring murderously at those humans - no they where no humans, calling them human would be to good for them. They were things. As he took another step there was a thought going through his mind. If I listen to my rage and kill them I am no better than them, he thought. Even though his fury raged within him he kept his mind clear, thanks to his long life and experience. Well at least he thought he had, that is until that bastard decided to open his foul mouth, still shaking with, what he would denied to be, fear.

"I should have fucked her before any of you had shown up." Something snapped. First within him, then outside. Somehow he was still inhumanly fast, so he moved with what the old Madame later would call Flash Step and punched that bastard in the face, braking his long nose in the process and sending him flying through the wall behind him. His comrades stared after him in shock. While the dust settled down, revealing said man unconscious and with a large imprint of knuckles in the middle of his face, Madame Neville rushed toward the bloody form on the ground. "Pleas child, stay with me." The still furious once-god heard her whisper. "Stay with me, Mina."

Óla Chikoritas :3

Just wanted to let you know that the song at the very beginning is one of many, if I put a song at the top of a chapter that song only represents this singe chapter, or rather a scene no matter how wide sprat over chapters it is. Yep the Flash Step is borrowed from Bleach. Sorry for the delay.
Thanks for the encouragement.

Yours,
Berry

P.S.: I kind of forgot which references I had put in the last chapter, so I kind of can´t dissolve that mystery, teehee~ :3