a pretty simple deal, if I'm being honest. "

He takes a step closer now, towering over her.

" So... what'll it be, princess? "

He let out a small sigh, staring at her once more.

" Long ago I worked with those of Overwatch. But after I was betrayed, I swore that I would kill every single one of them.

Death fuels me. 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 fuels me."

His fists clench. His hunger grows.

" Feed me my enemies, and I bring you yours. It's--

grabbing a piece of my arm that won't fade out of existence. "

He looks back at his weapon.

" After all, I've dropped the parts here half a dozen times because of it. "

" Well... people of the world... are you scared of me yet?

Better lock your doors tight... sleep with one eye open...

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐! 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙄𝙀! "

' Reports have been flooding in this morning about a Black-robed terrorist attacking the streets of King's Row. All citizens are advised to stay indoors until authority figures release further- '

ℤℤ𝕋

between vapor and solid mass. It was like his entire body was swirling with his anger, hatred and revulsion of Overwatch.

And it was clear his threats were no joke.

" Do you understand? "

and loyalty and yet they LET ME DIE!

Now... I am exacting my vengeance. So, if you dare to stand in-between me and my vengeance, or you send your soldiers or whatever to do MY job, I will not allow you to draw another breath. "

Huff. His breathing was heavy, ragged, his form twisted and curled---

these air assholes up to you on a platter. “

He levels his mask with her eyes, the darkness behind it staring directly into her soul.

He’s serious. Not an ounce of hesitance in his body.

is obviously racing with ideas. After a moment, he seems to find an idea that could motivate him.

“ You’re some… queen of the sea, correct? How good is your espionage?

You see, I’m looking for some very specific people. I’m looking for revenge…

If you help me find those people, I will serve—-