Zeke"Thank goodness."
The comet arrived at the park shockingly quickly. Yet what Zeke found was no assailant, but the skewered corpse of that woman left to die all alone. Stepping forward, Zeke's sad expression turned to the park's surroundings, as they gradually covered themselves in thick black mud that spewed from his shadow to form a dome around them. No signal could be read, no sight or smell survived as everything was devoured by this black coating. It was a catbox.
It looked like the void of space."This is all because of your negligence. If you truly upheld your duty, your precious people wouldn't be slaughtered like dogs." Zeke kicked her side to roll her up, then couched to inspect the wound, a bitter smile on his body's lips.
The hydra she had consumed managed to send a signal to them, even in its final moments. She was fortunate. Truly, truly fortunate.
"Man and monster, brother and sister, those are not enemies. We... have no such things." Zeke caressed the corpse and moved the bloody hair from her face. "But there are terrors lurking in the shadow, the only thing they wish is this world's demise. Your lives won't make a difference to me, but..."
The one standing over Harley's corpse was surely no hero, only a destructive self-centered force. And yet, Zeke sliced his own arm open to pour his essence into her wound. The black mud formed living beings, coalescing and digging into Harley's body... mending what was broken and replacing what was lost. As the most irredeemable of evils selflessly used his power to bring life back into the Hallow Queen, his smile took a sincere and hopeful quality. It was warmth as gentle as the sun.
"Wouldn't it be awesome if everyone toppled this despair together?"
His organisms acted as her new heart, lungs, and mended nerves, pumping blood and life into the woman until she'd wake up.
