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HER CLOTHES WERE IN TATTERS, whole body caked in the holy blood of the angels who had attacked her. She herself was clearly injured, some of her own black blood mixing with the rest of the stains both on her skin and outfit. Her phone was cracked, damaged at some point during the fight but upon hearing Vox's personalised text tone she's quick to hobble over to the device and grab it.

She scans over the message, and her fingers clench on tight to the phone as a single teardrop lands on the screen. Fucking damnit. She sniffles for a moment, a quiet, private moment of weakness from her. He wasn't meant to go yet- the 3Vs were meant to rule over Pride for years to come. She didn't even get to say goodbye.

As much as she wanted to sink to the ground and cry, she knew she wasn't safe here. Not anymore. She'd follow his last wishes, and she'll do her damned best to recover what would inevitably be lost with Vox's disappearance. There was no way she could reach out to Val either- she just hoped MAYBE he had had better luck and had pulled through. Maybe he was already underground and she'd find him there.

Knowing there was no time to waste grabbing her possessions, she only takes a moment to limp to the bedroom and her wardrobe, grabbing one of Vox's hoodies he had left there at some point. It was rare he wore anything outside of his suits and it was something she'd often worn to bed for comfort. If she can't take anything else with her at the very least she'd have THAT.

With her injuries, it took her a while to get out and slip underground unnoticed. Using her knowledge of the city to travel to the point Vox had mentioned in his text. She'd never known of a safe box, but was hardly surprised at the revelation that he had one. She eventually spotted the box, and despite the accomplishment she couldn't bring herself to smile.

Wordlessly, she knelt down and pulled out the box, tying in the password that had been provided and breathing a small, relieved sigh when it clicked open. She looked through it all; codes, passwords, information on most of Hell. This would definitely be helpful in rebuilding what was lost- but that would have to wait a little. She didn't have the strength to begin that tonight.

A small box in the bottom caught her attention, and her breath caught in her throat when she popped that open. Three silver bands, each with matching jewels for each of them. Fucking. Damnit. She can't help but laugh bitterly, salty tears trickling down her cheeks as she stared at the rings.

After a moment, she reached up to untie her hair and use her nails to snap the tie. Looping both Vox's and Val's rings through the string before she tied it back up again, wrapping it around her neck so they would sit against her chest. Slipping her own on her finger (a perfect fit, of course), she pushes herself to stand and gathers all the documents together.

Like prized cattle Ophelia and a handful of other escorts were moved, shuffled into the walls of a Vogitech property. Most of the staff was content to murmur amongst themselves and and text and gossip, but Ophelia was restless. Back and forth she paced, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up so straight it nearly hurt. 

I love this because he doesn’t have a nose either so is he fucking eating it? Injecting it? Who knows          

@iicewitch​ replied to your post:

really just imagining vox slamming his tv screen head against the toilet bowl, and all you hear is that and then an electronic sniffing noise and the cokes gone when he lifts his head back up. no one knows how he does this on account of his face being an LED plasma screen