Vox finds his way to his death place. He opens the giant wooden door and steps onto the marble floor. He stares at the blood stains that were left of the crime scene. He sits there for a while thinking about how his life could have been. All the ideas he had for this business he was going to open. He thought he would be one of the richest men on earth, if he worked hard enough. That's all changed now. He was...different. And nothing could ever change that. No matter how many times he wanted to cross back to the other side it wasn't going to happen. "Why me? Why did he decide to shoot me?" He ponders over that for a while. He has no choice, but to join the angels in this little war. In anger he left the place. As he stomped out, the giant bank started to collapse. He knew this was his doing. He didn't care. After getting across the street and watching it collapse, he raised his index finger and watched the place explode. A glittering tear streaked down his face. "Dreams shattered," He thought out loud to himself. He then exploded into the sky, wanting to get revenge. "I will find you John Marks!"