When they made their way towards Satan's palace, Alastor was downright shaken to his core as he hung on for dear life. Being detached from solid ground had robbed him of his only way of seeing and the only thing he could feel was the wind soaring against him.

"Can we please slow down!? We're going too fast!" He pleaded, hanging onto Niffty tighter than before.

"Aw, what's wrong kid? You have a weak stomach?" Striker mocked.

"He doesn't have a weak stomach," Niffty said in his defense,"He's just not used to riding on horseback."

"I'm just messing with him, little lady," He chuckled,"Now it needs to be so sour, we're almost there. Just a little more…"

Thankfully for Alastor's sake, Striker's horse finally stopped and they parked right in front of the palace. Striker hopped off his horse and grinned,"Alright kid, it's time for you and the lady to hop on off…"

Niffty did so without much difficulty though Alastor was reluctant due to his lack of sight. Sensing this, Niffty offered her hand and helped him down slowly and carefully.

Al heaved a sigh in relief once his feet made contact with the ground, finally able to 'see' again. 'Thank god….'

"You alright, Al?"

"I am...just needed to come to terms with my surroundings again…" He mentioned as he caught his regaining his composure he looked in the direction where Striker stood, sensing his presence through the ground."Are...are we allowed to go now?"

"Course, I was just waiting for you to cool down a bit. Now come along, boss is waiting and I know he ain't the type to keep his patience."

Strike motioned them forward, Niffty grabbed Alastor's hand and led him forward as a source of comfort. He held her hand back but remained silent the entire time. They headed up to the front of the palace and were greeted by the guards, some of whom seemed smitten by Niffty and Striker's presence.

"Hello Striker, mighty fine lady-friend you have there. She's quite pretty, does she have a name?"

"Her name is Niffty," Striker informed,"Pretty little thing ain't she?"

"Oh thanks…" Niffty giggled,"You're so sweet, Striker…"

Alastor narrowed his eyes in annoyance before clearing his throat to interrupt the chit-chat.

"Oh, and that's Alastor," Striker said,"He's the blind kid who drove off that annoying con-artist. From what I heard he uncovered the scam with his bending abilities. I think Satan could have good use for him."

"You sure it's a good idea to let a blind juvenile into our ranks? He looks a little...young."

Alastor scoffed, it was almost laughable how they acted as if he couldn't hear them. Even more so was the fact they thought he was a 'child'.

Normally it was Niffty getting mistaken for a child and yet now that they landed in this timeline, Alastor was constantly getting remarks about how he was a 'child' or a 'kid' in the eyes of others.

While Alastor couldn't see himself, he had the feeling that he appeared younger on the surface and it was why he was getting these comments. It didn't help that he was blind and those with disabilities often got looked down upon and even infantilized to varying degrees depending on their condition.

It felt...belittling but given his circumstances, it was likely the least of his worries…

"Kid," Striker said,"Come along, Satan's waiting for us. Don't be a slowpoke."

"Coming…"

They soon entered the palace. Alastor couldn't see any of it of course, but he could feel his surroundings beneath the earth. The polished stone beneath his feet was oddly smooth compared to the tough ground that he had grown accustomed to walking on.

He could even feel the change in texture, such as the velvety soft rub that he had stepped on, now assuming they were getting closer to the Lord's throne. Alastor made a face as he could feel the vibrations of others around him, he couldn't tell who they were but he could just feel their eyes were glued to him.

Eventually they made it to Satan's throne. Niffty tensed when she saw him, he was a muscular and tall man with large goat horns and fanged teeth. His hair was red and he was dressed in a regal red robe and black fluff. He had a beard and long black hair. He had a black suit with red outlines and gold buttons.

"Striker," He said, his voice deep and gruff,"Why have you brought these peasants into my palace? You know I don't appreciate uninvited guests…"

There was a visible growl in his voice and Niffty couldn't help but feel shaken, clutching Alastor's hand. Al didn't show any reaction to Satan's tone, remaining stone-faced as ever.

"Now now, your highness. I understand your distrust but I promise that there's a good reason for this," Striker assured,"You see, since you've been...weeding out the less useful members of your court I was just thinking of finding some replacements."

"And this is who you brought me? What use do I have for them? They don't appear to be that useful from what I can tell. What made you think I could possibly approve of having them in my court?"

"Because the kid is an elemental," Striker informed,"One who can control earth too. He sounds pretty useful don't you think?"

Satan narrowed his eyes before rising from his throne. Striker immediately knelt down at his presence and Niffty followed his lead, however Al remained standing. Niffty tried to pull him down but Alastor didn't budge, his feet rooted in place.

"Al!" She whispered urgently,"Get down!"

The former overlord refused to kneel and remained standing tall. Intrigued, Satan got up close and personal at this act of defiance, examining Alastor closely to see if any reaction would occur. He waved his hand in his face and Alastor didn't react, expression blank.

The Lord of Wrath then examined Alastor's eyes before stopping, reaching out to try and grab his face only for Al to move away.

"Do not touch me."

"You...you can't even see me. How did you even know I was reaching for you?"

"I may be blind but I'm not inept. I can see things that you can't in...other ways. I don't need my sight to be aware of my surroundings and I don't appreciate anyone laying their hands on me without permission…"

There wasn't any fear in his voice and Niffty wasn't certain how All we managed to keep his cool. To remain unfazed in front of one of the most powerful beings in this realm,someone who could crush him with the bat of an eye and yet...there was no fear in his seafoam orbs, only complete emptiness.

"Hmph. Has your mother ever taught you to respect your elders? To respect those stronger than you?"

"What my mother did is irrelevant and it's rude to assume such things about her parenting. I do not respect others because of their power and I couldn't care less if you are the top dog in this damn place, I do not and will not pay respect to someone I barely know."

There was a moment of tense silence, those in the room had become apprehensive and even Striker looked somewhat unnerved as he prepared for the worst outcome…

Satan looked...offended and Niffty was beyond terrified, fearful of what would happen next. The anticipation was killing them and when the Lord of Wrath finally opened his mouth the first thing he did...was clap.

"Well, well, well….that's quite impressive. Haven't seen someone so brave and so foolish at the same time. I could use a boy like you, someone who doesn't scare easily would be quite handy. My other servants disappointed me for their lack of conviction and it seems that my wishes for a more resilient minion have been answered."

"What about my friend?"

"Hm?"

"My friend, Niffty. She's not as...experienced as I am," Al mentioned,"I need her due to my...disability. Is she permitted to stay here in the palace?"

"I suppose she can,especially if it's required...Though she's going to need an occupation, I don't have any use for freeloaders."

"She's a good cleaner and a cook, she can do whatever chores you ask of her, right Niffty?"

"Yes…"

"See? She's still useful. Are you convinced to let her stay?"

"The lady can stay, as long as she does her job I couldn't care less if she's here and as long as you do as you're supposed to we won't have any problems. As long as you two behave yourselves you are free to stay and if not...well...I doubt you want to find out.." He said dismissively, paying no mind to Niffty flinching,"Now Striker?"

"Yes sire?"

"Please take the blind kid and show him and his friend to their rooms. Get them comfortable won't you?"

"I will…" Striker then motioned his head towards them and Nifty lead Al along. The palace was rather vast and large even by Niffty's standards and the walk felt never-ending until they approached the door.``Alright you two, this is gonna be your new room. Now I suggest you two get comfortable since this is where you'll be staying for the time being."

Niffty stepped inside with Al following after. The room felt adequate, wasn't anything too special but it was enough for the two of them to live comfortably.

It had just about everything they could possibly need, beds, furniture and a kitchen with a dining table nearby. Sure it could've been better but given their time out on the streets, Niffty was more than willing to take what they could. It still had a lavish inside that most would kill for and it was more than comfortable.

"Thanks…We're thankful for the hospitality."

"Feel free to make yourselves at home," Striker said,"I'm certain you'll find these quarters to be of adequate use. Do you like what you see, kid?"

Al stared at him(or rather the direction Striker was in to be exact), narrowing his eyes at him. Striker chuckled,"Relax, kid. I'm just messing with ya. No need to get your panties in a twist."

"I don't share your sense of humor…" Al replied flatly.

"Eh, can't satisfy them all," He shrugged,"Regardless, I'll be seeing you around kid, be sure to make your little lady-friend comfortable cuz if not I'll gladly let her stay with me…" He then winked at Niffty at she became slightly flustered at this, averting her gaze.

"Uh...your offer is nice, Striker but I need to attend Alastor. I can't leave him."

"Aw, well in that case, I'll see you around then, kid. You and I will be seeing each other often so be sure to watch yourself..." Striker then took his leave and once he was out, Al sighed in relief once he had left.

"Ugh...finally. Took him long enough to leave…"

"You don't like Striker do you, Al?"

"Can't say I'm a fan of him. I don't like his attitude…" He growled,"And I can't say I like Satan that much either…"

"Regardless, we should do our best not to anger him. He's far more powerful than we are and it's best not to draw his wrath upon us. He's the embodiment of wrath and I don't fancy being on the end of it."

"Neither do I, though it's hardly a choice…" Al shrugged,"At the very least, we have a home now. That's the only thing that makes this arrangement tolerable."

The idea of working for someone else and answering to them didn't sit well with Al. He simply wasn't a fan of taking orders from anyone directly and the idea of doing it on a daily basis did make his blood boil.

Still, it wasn't like he and Niffty had a choice. It was either this or the streets and this was unfortunately the preferable alternative,

"Don't worry, Al. I'm certain it'll get better…" She assured, gently rubbing his shoulder,"We're gonna be OK, Al. Trust me…"

Al normally would've moved away from her touching him without warning but he decided to put his apprehension aside and merely sighed,"I hope you're right, darling. I don't like this…"

"Neither do I, but I don't think we have much of a choice anymore. Whatever happens, just know that I'm gonna be right here for you, got it?"

"Yes…"

"Say Al, are you hungry?"

"No, I'm alright for now. Why?"

"Well I was just going to explore the house for a little and I thought that you'd want something before I did…" Normally she'd offer to show him how it looked but given his blindness, Al likely wouldn't care either way since he couldn't see it anyway...

"Already ate, I'll be fine for a while…" He admitted.

"Alright. Just be sure to tell me if you need anything…"

He nodded his head and Niffty decided to explore the house and inspect things a bit before she got comfortable. Niffty's imagination quickly began to run wild at the notion of putting belongings inside and where objects would go since at the moment, the house was basic and didn't have much variety to it…

'This place sure could use a ladies touch...it definitely needs to be spiced up…' She thought as she passed by a mirror. She then paused and peered through it, touching it for a moment only to notice something off…

Because when she thought about tilting her head, her reflection did it before she even physically moved her head. Horrified at this, Niffty immediately backed before reluctantly reaching to touch the mirror, hoping it was just a hallucination.

When she touched the glass, the glass felt odd, different from the other countless times she touched the mirror. She swore that she could've gone through it, perhaps ending up going through another mirror…

Instead she clenched her fist, to test what was going on and flinched when the mirror cracked under the pressure. A few pieces of glass fell to the floor and she heard Al call for her,"Niffty, are you alright? I heard something fall, did you break something?"

"It...it was just a mirror. I accidentally cracked it," She said, not wanting to explain the whole situation to him,"I'll clean it up…"

He paused before saying,"Oh...OK then. Just don't cut yourself…"

"I won't.." Niffty then looked back up at the cracked mirror and tensed when she saw her reflection smile back at her before disappearing entirely...Something about it was alive somehow..and it was under her control...to an extent at least.

'I...I did that…' She made a face, deciding not to think about it any longer. She wasn't certain what to do with that knowledge, these powers were totally foreign and being able to manipulate glass was definitely an oddity…

"Better go clean…" She mumbled, trying to ease her mind and clean up the mess she had made, an eerie feeling crawling on her back as night fell.

Even when Niffty got into bed(she and Al slept in different rooms, more for his sake if anything) she couldn't take her mind off of what she saw...and she doubted she'd be able to for as long as she was 'alive'.

Charlie sighed as she woke up from her bed, still feeling the irritating burn from the prior day. Given how awful the third degree burn was to her skin, it didn't make her any hope of her recovery,especially when Vaggie told her without modern medical care that her skin was likely permanently damaged…

The Princess looked down at her damaged hands as she removed the gloves and bandages and took a bath with the water she and Vaggie had been given. There weren't any modern toiletries so they had to rely on the water that had been given to them.

Vaggie had helped her warm up the water but Charlie insisted that she cleaned by herself after Vaggie was finished since she didn't want her doing everything for her…

She made a face as she looked at her scarred was a nasty burn and one that she doubted would go away for a very long time.

'Shit...that's gonna leave a mark…' She continued to wash herself in the tub, doing her best to keep her contact with her injuries to a minimum. There were still visible blisters and moving her arms still caused a large amount of pain that made her wince.

After Charlie finished her bath, she stepped out and dried herself off. Charlie then began to dress herself, slipping on her undergarments and adjusting her chest binder so that her chest would remain flat.

Before she got the rest of her clothes on, she began wrapping her arms up in new bandages that Vaggie had given to her. She bit her lip as she struggled to wrap the bandages around, the pain of putting them on was enough to bring a tear to her eye.

"Gngh...Come on, Charlie...You're stronger than this...Just put the damn thing on…" She hissed as she tried to wrap the bandage over her arm only to hit a sensitive area and let out a scream,"AAAUGH!"

Vaggie suddenly rushed inside,"Hun, are you alright? What happened?"

Charlie heaved,"N-Nothing happened. I'm just...having trouble wrapping my arms up. It hurts really bad and I can't do it by myself…"

"Do you want me to do it?"

"I'd rather not...I don't want inconvenience you and-"

"It's fine, Hun…" Vaggie assured,"It's not shameful to ask for help you know? You're my best friend and I'd be a disservice to let you struggle without assisting...Come on, hand me the bandage and let me wrap you up."

"OK…" Charlie handed the bandage over to her and handed her left arm out first so that Vaggie could bandage it up. As Vaggie was finishing up the bandage Charlie decided to ask her a question that had been bothering her for quite some time,"Vag, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it Hun?" She replied while still keeping her eye on Charlie's respective arm.

"Why do I have to change these damn bandages? They're such an inconvenience to change and only cause me more pain…" She whined,"It feels like such a massive chore and I don't get why I can't keep the old ones on."

"Because," Vaggie said as she finished Charlie's left arm and began doing her right,"If you keep the same old bandages on it could get infected and given your current status, it wouldn't do you any favors to let your arm get even more damaged. If it becomes infected it might have to be removed in order to avoid further harm depending on how bad you damage it. You wouldn't want that now, would you?"

Charlie winced, the idea of amputation scared her to her core and she certainly didn't want to lose an arm. It was bad enough for her arms to be suffering third degree burns, the last thing she needed was for her arm to become infected and have to be amputated to avoid injury or possibly much worse.

"No...I wouldn't.."

"Neither do I. I get that your arms hurt but trust me, Charlie, it's preferable for your arms to be burned than for one of them to have to be amputated. Until we can get you medical care this is ultimately the lesser evil. I'd rather bandage up your arm than see you going without one."

"Me too…" She mumbled, still weary at her predicament. It was the first time Charlie felt shaken to her core at the thought of losing a limb if she didn't take care of her wounds properly. One serious injury and she'd be in a life-threatening serious...

"But don't look so down, Charlie. We're gonna get through this and we're both gonna be OK, I promise. I'm gonna stay by your side no matter what happens…"

"Thanks, Vag...I"m glad that you're here for me...I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Neither would I…." Vaggie said,"And...finished. You're all wrapped up for today…Feeling any better?"

"Yeah..better…" Charlie then stood up and began putting her clothes on, sleeping on her pants and boots. Finally once her suit was buttoned,"Alright...I think I'm good now…Thanks for helping me, Vaggie, I'd be a goner without you…"

"Don't mention it, Hun. That's what friends are for. Now come on, let's get some food and start our shift. I made breakfast…"

"Sounds good to me…"

Charlie was soon given a plate of porridge and beans(Vaggie cooked a mean set of beans) and even with limited resources Vaggie was an excellent cook. It was one of the best things Charlie had ever tasted and the meal did momentarily take Charlie's mind off of her injuries and their awful predicament.

"Mmmm! Vaggie, this tastes amazing! Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My mom…" She admitted,"Had to cook for all of us and while we don't have a lot of money, she always made sure to make a whole lot of meals for us with her limited funds. Thankfully beans and veggies were always cheap so that helped big-time while she was around."

"Aw…sorry Vag. I'm certain she'd be proud of you if she were still around…"

"I doubt that," Vaggie admitted,"Parents tend not to be proud of their daughters being hookers…"

"Well, even if she isn't proud of you, just know that I am. You've been through a lot, Vag and you deserve some respect for that…"

"Thanks, Hon…"

The two women finished their meals, enjoying their presence like any good friends would. Unfortunately it all had to come to an end, they still had work to do and Asmodeus wouldn't appreciate them sitting around and not being in the kitchen…

So when the girls got to their posts, Charlie forced herself to smile and spoke in her masculine tone to their next customers, taking their orders and helping Vaggie in the kitchen. She was far from a professional cook but she wanted to help Vaggie as much as possible. It was only fair to help her out given how much the former moth had done for her in her time of need and the least she could do was return the favor.

'She helped me...so I'm gonna help her…' She thought,'Because while I may be powerless...I'm still strong in my own way…'

Powers or no powers, Charlie wasn't going to let that stop her from doing her best. Just because she didn't have any powers didn't mean she was going to sit around like a log. She didn't want to rely on Vaggie for everything and she wanted to help out anyway she could and follow her friends' lead.

Vaggie may have thought she needed her to protect her and for the most part...that was probably true. She was the one with the fire powers while Charlie didn't appear to have any special abilities but that didn't mean she couldn't prove herself in other ways.

Weak? Yeah, she was probably considered very weak without any visible powers, but that didn't mean she couldn't prove her worth in other ways and aiding Vaggie was the best she could do given her current predicament.

Vox slept in bed, his breathing quiet and his eyes relaxed. His dreams weren't usually pleasant but today was different...he was dreaming about being happy with his old wife from the mortal realm. It was a frequent dream but he hadn't had this dream in a while and was content to enjoy it while he could...

As Vox was sleeping he jolted awake when he felt someone's hands traveling up his body. His eyes snapped open and he immediately growled,"Val, I'm not in the mood, leave me alone."

"Aw, but Vincent...it's been so long since we've slept together. Why resist?"

"I said I'm not in the mood, Val," He replied flatly,"Would it kill you to keep your hands to yourself? I'm trying to sleep and I don't need you trying to grope me while I'm asleep…"

"Sorry baby, that's just how I am…" Val said dismissively,"Don't get what the big deal is, we used to do this all the time. What's changed, Vincent? Did you hit your head so hard that you don't remember doing this with me?"

Vox rolled his eyes,'I fucking wish…'

"No...I just don't feel like doing it…"

Val narrowed his eyes, sounding bitter,"Oh I see how it is...you're thinking of someone else aren't you?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

He roughly grabbed Vincent's chin, forcing him to look up at him,"Don't play dumb with me, Vincent, you were thinking about someone else while you were sleeping weren't you? Was it a woman, Vincent? Were you thinking about your wife again?"

Vox blanked, prior to his death he did have a wife that he cared for dearly though once he died.

He never mentioned her around his Val purely out of fear Val might get jealous and find a reason to crack his screen. Because he never talked about it, most denizens of Hell were under the mistaken impression he was gay because he was with Val.

In which case they were wrong, he was bisexual but because no one ever saw him with a woman they just assumed otherwise.

"Well?" Val snapped,"Answer me, Vincent!" His grip got tighter and Vox was petrified as he stammered, struggling to form a sentence. He could feel Val's claws digging into his skin and blood was threatening to form with how hard Val was forcing his nails into him, wincing from the pain.

"Val, I swear, I wasn't thinking about her-OW!" Vox screamed when Val hit his left eye, screaming in agony as he fell off the bed and hit the floor, making a terrible thud against the ground. Val was a lot stronger than he looked and Vox swore the wind was knocked out of him when Val came swinging, coughing and wheezing as a result.

"Liar!" He hissed as he stood up,"Don't you dare lie to me! I can see through your lies, Vincent, I know when you lie to me and you know how much I despise liars…"

"Val...I...I'm sorry...I won't think of her again...Just stop hurting me…" Vox pleaded as he tried to force himself back up onto his feet, visibly trembling as he did so.

"You promise you won't ever think of her again, Vincent? Because you should know that I'm the only one for you, you should only think of me and me alone, got that? So forget about that bitch and focus your eyes on me because I'm the only fucker in this damn world who will ever give a shit about you, got that?"

"Yes Val…" He muttered slowly, hate building inside him with every sentence,"I understand…"

Val finally removed his claws from Vox and grinned,"Good boy…Now clean yourself up, I can't have you looking ragged now can we? We've got a lot of work to do and I can't have you looking all sloppy…"

"B-But Val…"

"What?"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Is that supposed to be my problem? You brought this on yourself, Vincent. Don't expect me to help you, if you were a good partner I wouldn't have had to discipline you. This is your fault and if you're so incompetent that you can't clean yourself up then go have Velvet do something. Can't have the public seeing you with that massive black-eye would make you look weak you know. Now go, you've wasted enough of my time as it is and I don't need you taking up any more space…"

Vox sighed as he made his way out the door and headed to the older side of the house where Velvet stated. He knocked on her door and Velvet answered with a smile on his face,"Oh hey, Vincent! What's...up…" Her tone changed when she saw how damaged he was and flinched,"Holy shit...what happened to you? You look like…"

"Shit? Yeah, I know…" He admitted,"Not the first time I've heard someone say that about me."

"Vox...what happened to your eye?"

"Ask Val, he's the one who busted up my face…" He growled bitterly.

"Why did he do that/"

"Bastard got mad I was having a good night's sleep and was jealous I was thinking about my ex wife so he decided to...teach me a lesson so to speak…"

"Oh...Vox, I'm sorry-"

"It's fine. It's nothing I'm not used to," He admitted,"Our Val has done worse to my face. I've been through far worse. Though Val's being a bitch so I need some help hiding the bruises and shit that he left behind since I look 'weak' so to speak. Do you have any makeup that could hide the blemishes?"

"Y-Yeah...I've got some…" Velvet said,"Come over here and sit down."

Vox sat down on the bed and narrowed his gaze at the dolls that were moving across the room. Velvet appeared to be letting them have free reign and let the dolls do as they pleased.

"Vel, are you sure it's a good idea letting them roam like this?"

"Course it is! The dolls are harmless and they won't hurt anyone unless provoked…" She said,"Besides, they're pretty friendly when you get to know them." Velvet then pulled out some makeup and knelt down,"Alright, Vox. Let's clean you up…"

It wasn't the first time she had helped Vox repair his face, the only difference was that he had an actual head this time around. It had happened before...and in all likelihood...it would happen again...It always did.

She began wiping the blood from his face. She added some additional make-up to hide the marks that Val had left on Vox. It took ten minutes to make the blemish look invisible but once complete you'd hardly know there had been a mark there.

"All finished…" She then held up a mirror and Vox stared at his reflection.

"Nice work, Vel. Now nobody can see anything. Though now that I think about it...I'm starting to wonder how many times this has happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Val just ordered me to come to you to hide the bruises he left...Makes me think that when my other self was here, this was a common occurrence…"

Velvet cringed,"Oh gee...I didn't really think about that. Maybe that's why your other self was never happy in his portraits…"

Guess some things never changed.

"Can't say I blame him…" Vox sighed, the situation was so familiar to him but different. Normally when he felt Val's fist against him, glass would break. But now...his skin would bleed in response to Val's knuckles colliding with him…

It still hurt like hell...but the sensation was a bit different.

"So...what now?"

"We should get going. Val's probably gonna be on our asses if we don't do as he says...Let's just...get this over with…"

Velvet made a face as she followed him out, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder,"Vox...are you alright?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, Vel…"

"But-"

"I said I'm fine," He growled firmly,"I don't need anymore help, Vel. There's no need to be concerned…"

Velvet flinched before nodding,"Oh...alright then...Have it your way…"

When they met up with Val, Vox did his best to remain composed, hiding the hate that threatened to drip into his voice at the sight of him,"We're here, Val…"

"About time, I was just about to get impatient waiting for you two to show up. Now come on, we've got business to manage and it's time you two do something useful for once in your damn lives…"

All three of them stepped inside the carriage just like earlier as they drove to their destination to conduct business. Vox crossed his arms bitterly as they drove, doing his best to avoid eye-contact with Val despite the other peering through him.

The fucker was eyeing him...every part of him to be exact. Didn't even try and hide his perverted stare and Vox did his best to ignore it during the ride…

How you could hate and love someone so much at the same time was baffling...yet Vox still somehow found a way to do both...That damn love for that fucker was the only reason he hadn't attacked him for laying his hands on him and it held him back from standing up to Val, leaving right back where he started all over again...

Thanks for 2,226 views, tell me what you think below!

BTW for the sake of remembrance these are the character's powers list so far.

Vaggie:Fire

Angel: Grass

Alastor: Earth

Niffty: Glass

Seviathan: Water

Helsa: Ice

Husk: Air

Vox: Electricity

Velvet: Phantom

Enigmus-288: To make things more interesting since Charlie is usually the strongest and now...not so much...