"The only reason Henri didn't rape you was because Mari- Marc told him not to." Dave hissed back, his hand going to his tattoo again, nails digging into the ink, into the power that surrounded it. No response from his God. "I work for one of those 'monsters'! Even if he had let me tell you, what was I supposed to say? Yes, Dylan, there are Drug Gods out there, yes, we give them power every time we use, yes, immortals walk the streets of New York City and have for-" Dave turned away from him slightly. "You wouldn't have believed me."