She screamed, in some way, and he could see as what she once was melted away and unfolded into something new. Something that served. Something that served him them. Something that wore a dark uniform with bat wings that had some sort of religious epiphany as she lost everything she was.
Honestly, Borax didn't even care that Hestia moved to ignore him and show a particular sort of reverence toward Faustite.
In some minor way, he felt he deserved that reverence, too, but that wasn't what felt dominant. Holding that power and seeing its capability, even briefly, made him desire it. He had known he wanted that power. Borax didn't care at all about what the Negaverse stood for, truly; it was clear they possessed something deep that he wanted to dig his fingers into. Faustite was the closest to the source, and that was the first time he was able to funnel what he held.
He wanted to do that again.
Borax shoved it down as Faustite asked for his attention, burying a darker expression fitting for the serial killer he also was under a more cordial businessman smile. "Absolutely. We have a selection of lovely cats that can help get her situated. Hestia," he gestured for her to follow him, "let me take you to your new home."
Where she may serve ad infinitum.
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