Seviathan scowled as he caught sight of the rest of the circus. Apparently Husk told them that practice was a daily occurrence and it was time to rise and shine and put them in a transportable tank in order to get them around due to their lack of legs.

Course Mammon made them get up at the earliest possible hour and were as grouchy as could be at the situation. The sun wasn't even up and they had been forced away from their slumber in order to perform.

You could imagine they weren't very happy with this arrangement, Helsa having visible bags under her eyes while Seviathan was yawning every now and again. Neither of them were excited to start the day and you could hardly blame them for it.

"Why the fuck did we have to get up so early?" Helsa spoke through sign language while rubbing her eyes. She looked like she was barely awake and could hardly stand being here, let alone in this stupid tank with a bunch of other people.

You didn't need to hear her voice to tell that she was irritated as she looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"Because Mammon likes to see us suffer no doubt," Seviathan hissed with great venom in his voice,"Fucker probably thinks it's hilarious to wake us all up like this while we're all tired and miserable. He makes us do it on a daily basis because in his words,'The ones early to rise make the most money' or some shit like that…"

"Is this seriously how we're going to live our lives? Being tired all day? I barely got a wink of sleep last night and Mammon is making us get up to practice tricks without pay? What a waste…'"

"He's the embodiment of Greed, can't expect him to give a shit about his employee's actual health. Caring gets in the way of making money and he'd probably lose sleep at night knowing he couldn't squeeze the tiniest penny out of one person…" Husk grumbled,"I'd say I'm surprised but I think we all know that I'd be lying…"

Suddenly they heard another voice, a voice Husk found all too familiar,"Well well well, look at the new menagerie! Looks like Mammon's found all NEW entertainment to add to the party!"

"Oh no…it's Fizz…" Husk groaned,"Pretentious fucker strikes again…"

When Fizz approached, the twins found themselves rather uncomfortable by his presence. Not only was he acting far too excited to meet them but there was a trace of thinly hidden venom in his voice. It don't appear he liked the attention Mammon gave other performers.

Not that the twins cared, they didn't want Mammon's attention on them whatsoever but it wasn't like they had a choice in the matter.

Regardless, it was clear there was something wrong with Fizz and neither of the twins felt comfortable in his presence. There was just something in those wide eyes of his that put them on edge.

"I've HEARD all about you from the big boss! He said you two weren't very nice! Tell me, was he right?"

"What's it to you, clown?" Seviathan snapped,"Why do you care that we weren't nice? How is that any of your business?"

"Well you see, I'm Mammon's best employee and you should know I don't appreciate people being mean to my boss and he's got rules that EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE has to follow!"

"What rules? I don't remember that bastard mention anything about rules…" Seviathan scowled.

"Watch your tongue!" Fizz hissed, his voice growing hostile as he sent Seviathan, getting up in his face."Don't you dare disrespect Mammon's name in front of me!"

Had Seviathan had his powers he no doubt would've shown Fizz what for but he since Mammon was keeping his powers restricted, he had no choice but to merely move his face away from the insane jester with visible anger burning within his eyes.

"What is he?" Seviathan growled,"You're god? You're treating him like some type of savior…"

"Because he is. Mammon is like a father to me, he's the sole reason I am where I am today and I'll be damned before I let some ungrateful underwater reject spit on his name. You've got some nerve to think you can just show up and reject the hand that feeds you just because you have to work for it? Pucker up buttercup, cuz this is the way of the world and acting ungrateful towards your savior ain't gonna get you far in this world. So here's some advice, kiddo, you and your sister better learn to place nice just like the rest of us because it doesn't matter HOW you feel in this place, you want to know why? Because the show must go on and NOTHING and I mean NOTHING will prevent that. Understand?"

The male siren narrowed his eyes before ultimately saying,"Yes…I understand perfectly, Fizzarolli…"

"Good!" Fizz said, his expression morphing back to an upbeat and cheerful one within the span of a second in a completely unnatural way, his back damn near snapping into place,"That's just what I wanted to hear, because we are ALL friends here and I'd hate to have to harm my friends because that's something neither you or I would want. Because we all have the same goals here, make the kids laugh, entertain the masses, make money, we all have those goals and in order to make sure this circus stays afloat…we all have to play our parts. Because while I may be a jester..I'm not a fool and I won't stand for anyone acting out of line. So best fix up that attitude because this is how the show that?"

"Fizz, they get the point…"

"I wasn't just talking to them," He said slowly,"Because I don't fully trust where your loyalty isn't fully tied to the boss…"

"Are you accusing me of being a traitor?" Husk growled.

"Not accusing…just making observations," The jester mentioned,"You never seemed all too fond of the circus. All you ever cared for was booze. Not that I'm judging, alcoholics are a dime a dozen around these parts though they don't tend to make reliable performers. Especially given your attitude…it's not welcoming and it hasn't improved. I'm honestly impressed Mammon hasn't sorted you out by now. Perhaps he's too distracted by the money you make to care and finds your attitude amusing, but I'm not so easily fooled. I can tell you're not a fan of this place and that you wanna leave. I don't see why though, the outside world is a harsh place and this circus provides all the comforts a person could need. A roof over your head, food, clothes, everything you could possibly want and yet STILL aren't satisfied in paradise…"

"Not everyone views paradise the same way, Fizz. Learn to respect different opinions and stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong…" Husk said before thinking to himself,'And this place is the farthest thing from paradise imaginable. It's just a mirage, a facade of fun to lure the fools into selling themselves for entertainment…'

Fizz seemed a little annoyed but brushed off Husk's comment with a mere shrug,"Very well then. I suppose I can't change your mind..just know that I'm keeping my eye on you three. I don't trust new-comers and you three have yet to fully earn your keep. Just warning you to keep out of my spotlight and to not mess up the show because it will go on with or without you and I'll make sure of it if it comes to that…"

"Is that a threat?" Seviathan asked with a harshness added to his tone, barely able to keep himself from losing his temper.

"What? No of course, Seviathan, it's not that a threat…It's just a promise, that's all…" He chuckled, a tinge of insanity in his laughter,"After all, I am a man of my word and so long as you keep yourselves in line, it won't come to that…Do I make myself clear?"

"Very…"

"Good, good…Now, why don't we try focusing on performing shall we? You two are still fresh so it'd be in all of our best interests to start at square one! Mammon told me earlier to get you into shape so it's time to work on a routine ..."

'Oh great…' Helsa thought to herself,'A routine..I'm so excited..This is going to make cheer practice look like child's play…'

Fizz began instructing everyone to perform acts. Helsa and Seviathan didn't have one so they had to follow what Fizz said for them to do, which often included doing tricks in their tanks and sometimes jumping out of said tank to enter another tank.

It wasn't exactly something they wanted to do but given Fizz would no doubt seek to make their lives worse if they didn't do what they were told the twins opted to merely obey his commands for their sake if anything.

From the way Husk gave them looks, this was standard routine and given Fizz was Mammon's number one, it was likely he was tasked with keeping everyone in line while his boss was away. It was like he was the prison warden keeping the others in line and they were all prisoners forced to obey commands.

Neither of them seemed happy and Seviathan and Helsa were giving Fizz glares of vice and disdain, searing hatred burning in their eyes. They knew that fucker had several screws loose and that he was no doubt going to make their stay here as miserable as possible.

"Remember everyone,"The jester called out gleefully with a demented aura in his eyes,"We'll be performing soon so it's best we get all the practice we can! The show must be perfect if we want to rack up all the money we can for the boss!"

'Yay…I'm so excited…' Helsa thought to herself bitterly as they continued to perform. She couldn't say she was excited but she was still hoping that something good came out of this circus while they were here. It was the only way she and her brother would keep their sanity in this insane freak-show.'Something good better happen while I'm here else I'm going to go fucking mad by the end of the day...'

It was going to be a very long day..That was the only thing any of them knew and they weren't excited about it whatsoever.

Vox was unable to sleep in his bed that night, his eyes forced wide awake despite his best efforts. He couldn't rest, not while she was out there being put through who knows what. The situation kept him up at night and he couldn't sleep until he found her again.

"Goddammit…I can't sleep…" He muttered to himself, no matter how hard he tried, the moment he shut his eyes he thought about Helsa and how confused she looked when he got launched into the air. He wasn't certain if she was actually concerned for his well being or not but the fact she looked concerned was enough to keep him up at night.

The guilt was eating him up alive from the inside, devouring his soul piece by piece. He was going to go and if he didn't do something about it.. The worst part was the last thing he saw before being sent flying was Mammon.

It wasn't the one he was similar with of course, but he managed to catch sight of that depraved clown in all of his glory, that maniacal grin was one that sent shivers down his spine.

He already had a feeling where Helsa and Seviathan were…and he didn't like it one bit. Mammon was the greediest motherfucker alive and he always had an off vibe about him whenever the bastard stepped into the Pride Ring.

Fucker was a penny pinching asshole and Vox had an instant dislike for him the moment he laid eyes on him. Lords of Hell were people Vox loved spending the least time with, not only because they could crush him without batting an eye but because he could see through them. He saw the monster beneath the affable exterior and Vox had no interest in prodding around them long enough to see their true reprehensible selves. He could see through their affable facade and refused to mingle with them longer than needed because of this.

He knew whatever they had hidden behind the mask was more than any mere demon could comprehend. And he had the feeling that no demon who ever saw their true forms lived long enough to tell the tale.

But Mammon was one he found unnerved by the most because he was everything he wanted to be. The fucker had more power than he could dream of and could do anything he wanted. Compared to him, Vox was just a mere speck in comparison and he always hated having to deal with his presence.

Worst part was that Mammon always tried to rope in deals, promising fame and fortune if he helped him build his ever-increasing empire. He always refused Mammon's deals, much to the Lord of Greed's frustration.

He had tried this every decade or so whenever Lucifer arranged a meeting for those of high status to come together and the response was always the same. While Vox(reluctantly) agreed to make business with Mammon, he refused central service to Mammon no matter how many times the clown came to proposition him.

Most demons would lose their heads at having Mammon offer them deals but Vox knew better. He knew how deals worked in Hell and he wasn't insane enough and he'd sooner sell his soul to Lucifer himself before he let Mammon get his grubby hands on what was his.

And while it may not have been his Mammon, Vox had the strangest feeling his personality was similar enough to know he was bad news by any indication.

'That sick motherfucker…' He hissed to himself before standing up,'I swear I'll get her back…I have to…'

Unable to take his mind off the incident, Vox got out of his bed in a half-hazard manner, pushing past anything that stood in his way. As he marched down the stairs, he ran into Milllie on the way there who was currently rolling dough with a pin. Today the bakery was closed but Millie was baking for her own sake today.

When she caught sight of him she greeted him with a large toothy smile,,"Oh hey, Vincent! Did you get a good night's sleep last night?"

"No," He answered flatly,"Didn't get a wink of sleep. Why? What's it to you?"

"I was just asking," She huffed,"No need to be so rude. Did something crawl up your behind this morning?"

"No, just in a bad mood," He grumbled,not wanting to discuss his situation with her. It wasn't like she would understand anyway…

"I dunno about that. You look like something's actually bothering you…Hey…what appended to you? You look…"

"Awful?" Vox asked,"Yeah, I know…" He still hadn't fixed himself up from the other he wasn't soaking wet anymore, he still looked terrible. His hair was matted and there were several pieces of sea-weed on his clothes and a starfish that was stuck to his sleeve."I've definitely seen better days…"

"Who did this to you, Vincent?"

"Mammon…"

"Mammon? You mean, Lord Mammon?" She inquired with a gasp,"What did you do to anger him?"

"Nothing," He admitted,"Didn't do jack to him though that didn't stop his henchmen from launching me into the ocean. That probably had to do with the fact they weren't there for me but for my friends…"

"Your friends? What type of friends? Did they do something to anger him?"

"No…they didn't do anything. I don't think they even knew Mammon was here until he and his posse showed up and took them. By the time I resurfaced I could only watch as Mammon put them in a wagon and rode off into the night…"

"Oh…Gee…I'm sorry about that Vincent…"

"It's fine. It's not like we were there and I doubt you would've been able to do anything. If anything, it's my fault. I wasn't strong enough to protect them..to protect her…"

"Her?"

"Helsa…That was her name…She was a beautiful siren who saved my life not too long ago. When I was hanging onto life by a thread, she saved me for some reason. I don't know why she did that but ever since then, she had been hanging out with me and her brother until we got ambushed that night."

"Do you miss her?"

"Of course I do," He said,"While I don't fully trust her, her company was greatly appreciated since I lost contact with my other friend. Now that she and her brother are gone I'm not sure what to do with myself…"

Millie remained silent before asking,"Vincent…do you…like her?"

"Of course I like her, she's my friend…"

"No, I mean like…do you like her?"

"What are you talking about? I already said I liked her, what more do you want?" He then paused before it hit him and he stuttered in response,"W-Wait…are you trying to imply…No. Not like that…I don't like her that way…"

"Are you sure?" She asked with a growing smile on her face,"You like kind of nervous, Vincent. You sure there aren't any feelings under there?"

"I'm quite certain," He replied, averting his gaze,"I swear, Helsa and I are just friends…"

"Do you wish you were more?"

He fell silent for a moment, uncertain how to answer. He didn't know what to say, his head swimming with conflict. His mind fought for an answer and he reluctantly said,"I…I don't know…"

"What do you mean you don't know? Shouldn't your heart know if you want to be in love? That's how I see it."

"I…I don't trust myself with love that much…Not after how my last attempts of love ended…"

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Um…I…I'm not sure if I want to talk about it…It's a touchy subject…"

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Vincent…"

He sighed,"I know…but since you asked, I'll spill. I used to have a wife a long time ago…She was the first woman I ever really loved. Maybe in another world we would've been together but it just wasn't meant to be. She was always really sick and medicine wasn't advanced enough to save her so when she died I…kind of spiraled downward. I gave up on love…until I met him…"

"Him?"

"Valentino. You probably don't know him…and it's a good thing you don't. He was a charming bastard and I think that's what drew me to him. I was skeptical about starting a relationship with a man but I wasn't having any luck with the girls because of my face. Course he treated me like garbage and I kept getting back with him in hopes I could fix our dysfunctional relationship. Nothing ever stuck and Val would always revert back to his old ways. Eventually Val tired of being unable to control me and tried to drown me in the ocean. I acted on pure rage and killed Val before letting his body sink to the ocean where Helsa found me shortly after…"

"Oh…That must've been a pretty traumatizing event wasn't it?"

"You can bet on it…" He muttered, still recalling the event as if it happened yesterday.

He still remembered the surging rage leaving his body the moment he electrocuted Val and sent his body into the ocean blue. He was still in shock that he had actually killed him, even though it wasn't the Val he knew, it was still a tramausting event that wouldn't leave him for so long as he lived.

"Well, at least your ex is out of your life. Ain't that a positive?"

"I guess…but even without Val here, I still can't help but feel uncomfortable at being in love again. Leaving my heart open for the taking hasn't gone well for me so far and I still don't know what Helsa wants out of me…"

"But what does your heart say? What do you want to do about her?"

"I…I want to go save her…"

"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you go save her?"

"Have you forgotten about Mammon being a factor? That bastard is a literal Lord and he might recognize me if I just run out there. I can't just charge headfirst without a plan. I can't go out, especially not like this…" He said, motion to his clothes.

Millie pouted,"Not with that attitude you can't! You won't accomplish anything with a mindset like that, Vincent. You gotta put your chin up, this ain't no way to act!"

"Oh yeah? Then how am I supposed to act?"

"You need to act determined and not like you've given up! If you want to rescue the girl you have to fix that attitude and your looks if you want to look the part!"

"What do you mean?"

"Vincent, you don't look too hot. It's time you get some new clothes. Ya need a new disguise if you don't wanna be recognized by Mammon and you're in no position to go on a rescue mission looking like that."

"But these are my only clothes…" He admitted,"These were the clothes Val gave to me and they're the only ones I have…"

He lost all the other clothes during the fall and while he would've preferred the tuxedo he had back in Hell, that was no longer an option.

"Then we've got to find you something more suitable. come on, I've got some clothes lying around that should fit ya."

Vox gasped as Millie grabbed his sleeve and pulled him around to a separate area of the bakery in the back. She opened a box from storage and began tearing through the inside in order to find what she was looking for,"No! Not it! Nu-uh! Not it! Not it either! It's gotta be around here somewhere! Oooh! There it is!" She exclaimed in relief,"Vincent, look what I found! I've got a new outfit for ya! You're gonna love it!"

She then paused when she noticed he wasn't responding,"Vincent? Vincent, where are you?"

It took her a moment before she realized why as Vox had been buried by the clothes she had carelessly tossed in his direction. Millie nervously giggled before rubbing the back of her head,"Whoopsie! Didn't see you there, Vincent! Don't worry, I'll get you out!"

She pulled Vox out of the pile of clothes and he muttered a thanks before being handed the clothes."Take these. They should serve as a suitable disguise!"

Vox narrowed his eyes,"Are you certain these will fit?"

"I swear on it!" She huffed,"I know what I'm doing Vincent, you gotta trust me on this!"

"But-"

"Look, do you want to save the girl or what? You won't get the chance if you don't change! Now hurry it up, time's a wastin'!"

"Alright alright, I"ll do it," He said in an effort to get the shorter woman off his back. He quickly headed to the bathroom to change and after a few minutes, he exited with his newfound clothes.

When Vox left the bathroom, he was wearing dark brown boots with a black sole. His robe had been replaced with peacock blue pants and Copenhagen blue robe with a sort of 'skirt'(I use that term rather loosely, it's more of a robe that was very short) with designs at the bottom and at the end of its sleeves). He wore a blue indigo cape draped over his shoulders. There was also a pair of arm sleeves underneath his uniform.

Vox looked down at himself before saying,"Well um…this is quite the change in style…Though I have to ask why the robe has to be so short? I feel like I'm wearing a skirt…"

"Relax, you're wearing pants underneath. It's not that big of a deal. Or would you rather I have let you stick with the clothes that you were wearing?"

"I never said that, just saying I would've preferred it not to be so short…" He muttered. It was better than he was wearing before but that wasn't saying much. Definitely would've preferred a suit but he supposed it was better than nothing."Oh well, it could be worse. Thanks for the clothes though I do think I should get going."

Suddenly, Millie grabbed him by the shoulder,"Hold it! We're not done just yet mister! You still haven't got your disguise fully finished yet!"

"But I got my clothes on…Isn't that enough?"

"A disguise needs more than a change of clothes to work," She said,"If you're serious about this rescue mission, you're gonna need to change a bit more under your person before you head out there.

Vox narrowed his eyes,"Well then what's your idea then?"

"Hmm…I Believe a haircut is in order…" She pulled out a pair of scissors and other hair products. Vox became noticeably tense and she chuckled,"Aw don't worry, I know how to do hair, Vincent. Besides, your hair smells like ocean water so I think it's about time you wash it."

"But I-"

"Don't be shy now, Vincent. There's no need to be scared. It's just a little wash that's all…" She assured before leading him to a sink and scrubbing his hair. At first she was soft and gentle…until Vox's hair turned out to be a lot more tangly than she bargained for,"Come on…quit being so stubborn…just let me comb you…"

To her surprise, Vox's hair was far more resilient than she thought when she pulled…she broke her comb.

"Hey! That was my favorite comb! Oh it's on now!" She hissed with great hostility.

"Hey Millie, maybe we should just skip the hair-AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Vox screeched as she started ruthlessly doing his hair with great efficiency, scrubbing and combining like a maniac,"OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"Your hair wants to act up and I've decided to accommodate! Now hold still my partner, this old girl still has some good moves from the farm!"

Needless to say, Vox wasn't a fan of Millie doing his hair and was screaming the entire time she was doing it. By the time she was done doing his hair, Vox had probably been screaming through 90% of the process and the other 10% was him hyperventilating from the trauma of getting his hair done.

"Alright, Vincent! All done!" Millie exclaimed with pride and joy as she showed him a mirror of his hair."So what do ya think, huh? Like it?"

Vox was still somewhat shaking when he looked at his reflection, seeing his hair. His hair had been cut to his shoulders and was somewhat curly and his elf ears were still visible.

"It's…it's nice…" He mumbled, partly because he liked the style and because he feared Millie would do his hair again just as ruthless as she had been the first time.

"Still…I think something is missing…"

"L-Like what? It's not about my hair is it?"

"No…"

He sighed in relief,"Phew…Thank god…"

"It's about your face…"

"My face?He paused,"What's wrong with my face?"

"Oh don't worry, it's nothing bad," She assured,"It's just that I think you need one last thing before you go. Something to make you look like a different person…"

"Are you sure I need anything else? I doubt anyone would be able to recognize me…"

"It's just a safety measure…" Millie said as she rubbed her chin,"Though what could it be..I swear it's on the tip of my tongue." She then snapped her fingers,"Oh! Now I got it! Give me a second, Vincent!"

She then ran out and came back with a pair of square glasses."Found them! This is just what you need!"

Vox stared at the glasses for a second before saying,"Uh…No offense Millie but my vision is perfect. I don't need glasses…"

"I know it's silly, it's just for aesthetic purposes. They do say glasses make people look different so this should help make you look different. Come on, put them on…"

"I don't know Millie…"

"Come on, Vincent. Do it for me…please…"

He groaned before swallowing his pride and putting the glasses on. Vox wasn't quite sure what he expected but when he looked in the mirror, he could feel his pride going down the drain at seeing his appearance. It wasn't that he looked ugly or anything but the glasses sure did make him look like one of those guys with their heads in the books.

Not that it was a bad thing but that certainly was not the person he was. That and he looked like a nerdy wizard kid at the same time.

"Well I'll be, Vincent,I can hardly recognize ya!" She exclaimed.

"I can hardly recognize myself to be honest…" He admitted.

"Then that must mean I did a fantastic job! And you know what that means?" She asked with an enthusiastic grin.

"What?"

"You're more than ready to rescue your girlfriend, Vincent! Now get out there and save your Princess! She needs saving and you gotta be her Prince Charming!"

"But-"

Before he could complain about the lack of transportation, she shoved a bag of coins at him and shouted,"There! There's your money! Should be able to get you a ride and a ticket! Now go and get the girl, Vincent! And if anyone gives you trouble, be sure to show me who's boss and draw blood!"

Vox was suddenly shoved out the door, landing head-first into the dirt. He moaned in agony before standing up, adjusting his glasses that had become crooked from the fall and dusted himself off.'Crazy woman…she's nice and chipper but goddamn she's way too excited for this…'

He sighed,"Oh well…Regardless, she's got what I needed. I should be able to get to the circus with this money. Hopefully Helsa and Seviathan are there when I get there. Still…I can't take any risks on the way there…"

He pulled up his hood before walking forward into town. He saw a nearby carriage and decided to ask for a ride. He spoke very quietly and mumbled out,"Excuse me, sir, but can I please have a ride to Mammon's circus?"

The man stared at him for a moment, looking him up and down before saying,"Of course you can, so long as you got the money to pay. You've got the money, don't you girlie?"

'Girlie…oh god…' Vox cringed,'He thinks I'm a woman…not again…Come on, Vincent. Just bare through it. It's just one ride and you'll be at the stupid circus…'

Vox handed him the money for the ride and he let him on board.

"Alright little lassie, let's get you to that circus. You must be quite an excited young thing to dress the part of a mage at the circus? Are you there to try and perform?"

"Not exactly…"

"Running away from home? Not like your folks?"

"Could say that…'' He grumbled, trying to avoid delving to keep into the conversation. Fucker was already upping his way on the creep-o-meeter and Vox could feel the discomfort building in his stomach.

"Gotta say, you're a brave little girl to go out here alone…Ain't safe for girl's your age on the streets…This world is full of dangers and you best watch yourself if you know what's good for you…"

Vox scowled,"I know what's good for me…which is why I'm heading to that circus. I have a personal score to settle and I'd appreciate it if you stopped being a creep around me…"

"Relax girlie, just testing you. Just wanted to be sure you weren't as naive as I suspected. Good to know you have some common sense in that noggin of yours…"

He wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or not but he decided to remain silent regardless. When the guy sensed he wasn't talking, he decided to quiet down himself, only sometimes muttering words under his breath though they were often incomprehensible…

The hours passed and Vox almost dozed off to sleep until the cart abruptly came to a halt. When he fully came around, the man turned to him before saying,"Alright girlie, your stop is here…"

Vox blinked before booking out to see a large circus from outside the cart, his jaw dropping at the magnificent sight. There were tons of people storming the front and Vox was in amazement at how crowded it was,"Oh my god…there's so many people here…"

"You could say that again…Though it appears there's more than usual. Haven't seen it this crowded in ages. Perhaps they've got a new form of entertainment catching the crowd's attention…You should get inside quickly because I doubt you'll be able to for long with the rate of this crowd…"

"Hmph!" Vox grit his teeth before hopping out of the cart and rushing towards the entrance.'She has to be in here…she has to be…' He pushed back his nervousness before heading forward, knowing there was no turning back.

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Enigmus-288:Hard to understand sentimental emotions when nobody has shown you it. Helsa and Seviathan don't understand sentimental emotions because to them, that translates to weakness. They legit admit the only reason they put up with each other is because it's convenient, it's no surprise they don't understand love.

Guest: Thanks, I was really bored when I made this so I decided to branch out. Glad you liked it. And yeah, Val is supposed to be hate-able at this point.