"Stop shaking. Breathe normally." He hadn't looked to Oizys to see that she was shaking, and his mind was too deeply buried in the moment to hear her heavy breaths. Moros had come to learn of his sister's current state, as well as her thoughts of a whole network of psychic devil boxes by simply reading along on the screen as the words appeared. But now that he took a moment to pay attention to her, glancing at her with the corner of his eye, he saw that the words were right.
In truth, it freaked Moros the hell out.
So did that - seeing the words of his discomfort, a rarity to the god, displayed before them both on the screen.
"I don't like this either," he spoke sternly, standing. "Someone is watching. I'm sure of it. Someone is watching us right now. Whoever it is can see what we're doing, and is just typing really fast." They were words not so much meant to calm Oizys as to try and make sense of the situation, but in truth Moros couldn't even convince himself, not fully. And it angered him greatly to see the truth appear on the screen, so much that he uncontrollably sneered in response.
Moros turned then, turning his back to the screen. "They're in the walls. The cameras. Oizys, when was the last time you let someone come in here?" He grabbed a heavy wooden coffee table, leaning forward and hefting it up with both hands. "Someone you don't fully trust." It had to all be an elaborate hoax, he told himself. Moros hefted the heavy coffee table and threw it at a wall, sending it crashing in a show of sheer brute force. His whole body went into the movement, sending the length of the table right through the sheetrock, sticking out the other side, into the other room while the front two legs broke off, ricocheting onto Oizys' floor.
In a fit of rage, his adrenaline beginning to pump at a steady rate, Moros grabbed the failed attempt and pulled it back through the wall, jerking it roughly until the heavy slab of wood came sliding back out, dust and debris scattering all over the floor. His body leaned back while his right foot raised, the heavy black boot slamming hard against the wall. Several feet in every direction of his foot cracked all at once. Moros took a step back, following it up with a second boot, with a grunt, this time crashing through the wall entirely. When he was standing on both feet again his large hangs quickly delved into the newly created hole, grabbing sections of the wall at a time, tearing the sheetrock apart piece by piece.
"Oizys!" he shouted, raising his voice so as to not have to look over his shoulder. It would have taken too much time. There were cameras here in the walls, he knew. Most likely in the ceilings too. Most likely in the hallway. In the kitchen. In her bedroom. In the bathroom. In the shower... Just what sort of videos of her were floating around the internet?
Part of him was curious to see the showercam.
"Keep looking on there! Find out who's behind this!"