“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.Syx side eyed the demon beside him. What he feared? Rejection. Anger. Mistrust. Hatred. Disgust. Syx hunched his shoulders defensively. Nothing he would tell this strange man about. Never admit weakness. Never show fear if you could help it.
“I don’t fear demons and I don’t care about the banal sheeple of this city. I have no intention to start a war. This city is mine. I intend to keep it intact. The systems that govern and control it are what I hate. You can’t fight them. Not with violence.”
It would be so much easier in life if people like Metro Man really could just punch out corruption and wickedness, but life didn’t work that way. It wasn’t so simple. Gave him headaches at night to think about it.
The devil flashes a stare to Syx and over his thin lips falls an innocent and amused smile that perfectly match with the expression of his eyes. Reading the blue alien and his body language he could tell what. “Your City?” he breathed a short chuckle like if the joke weren’t enough funny but he still laughed for courtesy. -”Aren’t you adorable and cute.! Dear Syx. You are a funny man…. and I own the Moon.” his replies comes also with humor because there are so many creatures that can call this city as property but they dont care….But this little man barely coul face a combat or attack and thinks he can name a whole place. “Arrogance and pride are my favourite sins, Careful or I also will call you mine without have the need to write it in a paper. But don’t worry. I’m sure you just said it to keep your Villain performance up.” Zagam’s hands waves lazily, Of course to let it pass..
Green eyes snapped up to meet Zagam’s full of angry defiance before he wilted with a sigh, “Not this city. Mine… my universe… that one I did control… at least most of,” he sighed deeply and frowned.
“I could send out brain bots and giant mechs. I could cut divots through the city with an orbital laser and devastate everything,” he turned to the man who seemed so focused on war as the only viable option for control, “But what would that get me? Rule over chaos and a city in ruin with now central power or stability. No means of production.”
Rolling his eyes, Syx continued, “I may be a villain but I have no desire to recreate Mad Max. I don’t go for the post-apocalyptic hard on so many people seem to have.”
Remembering the man’s offhanded comment, Syx held up his chin, “And I don’t belong to anyone, they belong to me,” the man may be cute, but there was no way he wanted him to get the wrong impression on that front. Syx in no way trusted him.
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