Although Robbie Reyes was a handsome Latino guy with a cool Dodge Charger, he was not stupid enough to hit on Pornhub stars on the street. He lived in San Fernando only because it was a chaotic mix of people, making it easy to hide his identity. It was also just a forty-five-minute drive from Hillock Heights in East Los Angeles, so he could visit his younger brother at school or home whenever he wanted. Hillock Heights was rife with corruption and crime, and Robbie Reyes truly could not rest easy about the daily life of his disabled brother, who could only attend school in a wheelchair. In fact, he was not even comfortable letting Gabe Reyes travel to and from school by himself. Those street punks would surely love picking on a disabled person who could not fight back. Robbie Reyes had lived that life. He knew those scum had no conscience whatsoever. Violence was the only language they understood, and violence was the common language of Hillock Heights.
After the Emperor released him, the Evil Spirit possessing him took control for a time.
It was not until the spirit, relying on instinct, found a lead on the "Darkhold" that Robbie Reyes regained control of his body. "I have something important to do." He muttered as he sharply turned the wheel, using momentum to swing his Dodge Charger onto a highway heading in the opposite direction. "I need to see Gabe. No... it's just my brother now. Otherwise, all our agreements are void. Do you want me to seize control while you're carrying out your mission, demon? Is that really what you want? I'm telling you, I need to make sure Gabe is safe! I haven't seen him in a long time, all because of that... I won't say