Ever since he had finished his parole, Kyo was never the same; he didn't pursue his sciences anymore, he barely did anything. Stuck in a routine of working at a few restaurants as a waiter, coming home to an empty and lonely home, doing simple house keeping chores then sleeping.
It had been a year since he had been finally released from prison, put onto house arrest, and served his sentence. His research ripped from him and shut down. Nicholas had been arrested, and was still serving his sentence. Valerie had fled the country back to her homeland. Leah was put into a correctional facility and remains there. She served her sentence once but returned due to some re-offenses. Absolem and the clones had been destroyed.
When he was working, he slapped on a happy smiling face for customers, but once he clocked out, his eyes were dead.
Kyo sat in his new homestead, a beautiful apartment in the center of L.A. It rested at the top of one of the tallest tower blocks and overlooked most of the city.
Kyo however, growing a rough beard, sat in an armchair staring blankly at the blank screen of a television, a box of therapist-prescribed pills in one hand, and a tumbler of water in the other. He popped the pills altogether and swallowed them all down, just like he did every morning before going out, and every evening when he got back. After a few moments, Kyo sighs and stands to his feet, getting changed for work and heading out into toil of daily life, once again.
With his new lifestyle, there came the routine: walk to work, put on his uniform, clock in and begin his morning shift.
Oliver stood, smoking a cigarette on the balcony of a cafe that overlooked the city streets. He ran his empty hand through his jet black hair.
He gazed at the streets, the people passing by, plenty of humans. He, like most demons, fed off the chaos and sins of others. All that was needed was a simple contract or a deal to make the feeding all that more effective. Sure he always had a few under his control already, but Oliver was always looking for the next victim. Every day he glanced at the empty shell of Kyo as he walked past every day. He was a perfect candidate; no ambition, a dead end job, and a lack of any form of happiness in life. There was one flaw, there was no way of getting to him, no friend, no girlfriend, not even any parents or family that he could find to secure some form of leverage. He took a long drag from the cigarette and let out the breath of dirty smoke into the air.
"There's a touch of destiny about you Kyo." He muttered to himself.