[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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Belasco… Was dead. 

Illyana [i]fucking[/i] Rasputina, his “apprentice,” finally killed the bastard. Jack could not stop himself from laughing in a downright haunting, demented manner. Ordinarily, Jack didn’t laugh at anything. Even things that were funny just got a mellow grin out of him. But this is hysterical. It was like the chuckle of a malicious, final villain of one’s story that confirms someone’s demise. Perhaps to another, it was twisted to find amusement in the death of Belasco. But Ananym certainly understood and that was enough.

[color=6644ff]”Well, that is surprising news, but I’m glad to hear that woman got her retribution.”[/color] It may not have been appropriate to discuss the… Finer details of what that was right now. Certainly not with Annika and Madalyne, it wasn’t his story to tell. Magik was powerful in her own right, or was only natural someone like her became the Sorcerer Supreme of Limbo. He just hoped the power didn’t go to her head. But then again… Limbo does that to people.

Ananym led them down the tower, and Jack followed, pondering the fort she made out of Belasco’s tower once they got far enough. [color=6644ff]”I see you’ve been busy. How did those demons infiltrate this fort of yours? Did they sneak in? They could’ve have flown to the top, given their fear of gravity. It may be wise to patch the hole in your defense.”[/color] At heart, Jack knew she was still a kid. This could’ve been a game for her, but it also was something of a home for her now that the Old Man wasn’t around.