Things didn't matter as much to me anymore. All I cared was my beautiful Hell.
But I also cared about Akira, Gena, Cyrus, Seraphiel...
Janet? Not so much.
As soon as Annihilation disappeared, Akira's scars vanished too. His normal skin returned. He looked like he was in pain, but not excruciating like before. I walked to him, healed his skin and muscle completely. His patella was broken into pieces, I fixed that without surgery too. Magic is cool sometimes.
Then, I addressed the elephant in the room.
Cyrus.
"I can explain," he said, watching me walk over to him. My pace was slow, calculated, but signified what my heart said. He might not read my head, but he could definitely read my heart. And that made him step back, hold his hands up in defense.
"Roxy, wait— OMPH!"
One slap. An emotional, filled with despair and worry channeled into the most natural form of love-hate violence made me do it.
