It’s Vito.

“That which inspires us to our greatest good…is also the cause of our greatest evil…”

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The end of this episode broken me into so many pieces, in so many ways.

Had quite the run with MHA for a while.

Have some Sadzawa hours.

I love him but it seems like the universe just wants him to be miserable.

Okay hear me out.

I am for sure, a Viktor Apologist.

But you wanna know what else I am?

…A Sevika Supremacist.

Vito.

Oh, what to say about Vito.

Vito is a scummy little man from the Undercity who’s quite adept at fixing a variety deals and somehow managing to keep it quiet that he’s the one that benefits the most from every arrangement he orchestrates. Sure, he may have lost a few toes to someone who grew wise, but by Zaun standards that may as well be a badge of honor indicating how slippery this bastard really is.

Those most well-acquainted with him know that his specialty isn’t scheming or intel - it’s his mastery of manipulation. He never quite lies, but carefully weaves clever half-truths that convince nearly everyone that he’s one of the “better” denizens of the Undercity. He’s skillfully lulled most of the people around him into believing that he is no threat to them - simply a means to an end. And that is a mistake on their part.

He’s no master of combat, but Vito does practice concealed carrying. His cane was built to double as a firearm, and underneath the brim of his hat, an array of throwing knives is nestled, waiting to be chosen by his hand.

This man is one of Miraig’s most staunch Undercity associates. A poor decision? Most likely. But if Vito were to give you an honest answer, he would admit he has a soft spot for her, as do his children. Too bad no one will ever know when it is he’s not turning lying into an unparalleled artform. On Miraig’s side, she does have some sort of twisted faith in him, however misplaced that may be. Luckily, even Vito has some measure of standards for himself, having openly admitted once that he may be a bastard, but would have drawn the line at selling out folks like Vander or Benzo to the likes of Silco.

The bar may be in Hell, but at least it exists.

Another painting attempt.

I need them to be happy at least 50% of the time.

Some of my first doodles of Viktor & Miraig.

Caprice, a Zaunite who sold herself into indentured servitude in order to escape the Undercity and live topside. She’s also willing to sell out anyone who threatens her current sense of stability working as Academy Security…at least, during “Arcane”.

Afterward you’ll see her trying to curry favor with Camille of Clan Ferros.

If I had a nickel for every biblically-adjacent mechanical savior I attached myself to in fiction, I’d have two nickels. This is the first. KOS-MOS was a light of hope in the darkest time of my life and I couldn’t be here without the inspiration she gave me. I gave her Precious Opal and Hepatica. If you know, you know.

A design for Miraig planned for a project called “Deathbed Dreaming”.

They would appear in this at an earlier point in the story.

Hope you like their magical Doctor Octopus Chaos Hands.

Cameo portrait of Neeko with Ethiopian Opal and Passion Flower. I was playing her a lot in LoL at the time, ha ha.