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The question came on hard, cutting through the sound of Mason's music (some odd instrumental beat from some place he'd never been) and the hum of the medical equipment that surrounded his bed. He longed to jolt up and glare at the woman, but he could not; he opted instead to disguise the shocked look in his eye by squinting and lowering his brows, long tongue feeling along the canines at the top of his mouth.

"God loves all His children, Jillian," said Mason.

He'd found religion sometime after the paralysis. He wasn't very good at it, but he didn't know that.

Raspy breath hitched;

"The world loves me. Karma loves me." His eyes, hollow and blue, shifted toward the aid, trying to visualize her face. He couldn't make out how she was feeling. "I survived three murder attempts, and I'm still here."

He raised a weak finger toward the large tank that sat across from them, once vacant but now harboring two twin zebra morays.

"They love me."

If they could feel love, that is.

"They won't betray me like the last one did. Now, Margot might, but Mason would put a stop to that."

Margot and Mason; he'd named them after himself and his sister.

He tried to push himself up with his one working arm. Jillian was off to the side, handling his medicine.

[📺] That was it. It was over. He had lost everything. Stripped down from power, now nothing more than a pathetic excuse for an Overlord. Pushed out of his company, out of the Vee's. He was no longer to be associated with them, even if he still benefited from some of the souls that worked for the Vee's. He was not allowed back there, having broken everything he had with Velvette and Valentino. The two Overlord's were pissed and wanted nothing to do with him.

He wanted to blame Alastor, to pin it all on that stupid buck, but somehow he knew it was his own fault. He just couldn't muster the energy to hate the man anymore.

So here Vox was, walking down the street with an oversized coat to hide how thin he had become in the weeks since the incident. His screen was still cracked, glitching out every once in a while. He didn't have the means, or the energy, to repair it. He was just too tired from it all. So close to giving up. After all, what was the point when he was already at the bottom?

As he walked, someone had stuck out their leg and he tripped. Falling forward to the ground with an awful crash. He smacked his screen again, his face glitching out and an overlay of color appearing for a moment as he lay there on the ground. He could hear the laughter of a couple sinners as they walked away. If he was his old self no one would have ever dared, and if they had, he would have fried them on the spot. But he wasn't his old self. He was nothing.

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"Woah! Hellooooooo~" Beast Boy lets a smirk slide gently up his face, unashamed of his fangs. This woman was DARING enough. Why should she even care about his coloration or pointed ears?

Heart thumps. Could is fucking possibly be that...he wasn't being JUDGED?

"Dudette, you can squat here ANYTIME," he purrs with a husky, deep voice, throat pulsing as he gulps.

Okay, soooo...MAYBE he's a little intimidated. And now she's touching his muscles. Admiring him. Clearly flirting, and shamelessly at that.

When she heard the front door open, she looked up with a smile. "Welcome, hun! Have a look around! Lemme know if you're lookin' for somethin' in particular!"

Octavia looked away from Jillian's concerned gaze. She didn't want to get into it with her, even though she could feel her emotions threatening to devour her from the inside out.