Vega
3:45 pm
Cold water trickled down his body, washing off the sweat while perfumed soaps were scrubbed deliberately over his bare form. A hand trailed over his golden hair, and he clutched at the lock before pulling it to the side. Even now, his eyes looked at the reflection of the shower window with longing eyes. A finger travelled down his chest, running over the serpent painted over his smooth skin. Feeling every curve of his chiselled form while the soap washed all away. This felt wonderful, it was like being reborn again.
"...witnesses found the remains scattered in his own study. Once again, it seems as if the mysterious beast appeared in the home unannounced, which puts the currently verifiable death toll of this creature at 17. Police suggest not leaving your residences or visiting the slums after sunset, especially not alone. Currently, forensics are examining the latest victim savaged by the beast to find any link between him and the mysterious creature."
The radio played on the background of his bedroom, the voice of the reporter accounted the past incidents that had haunted the night streets for a while now. And it was such a grisly story to begin with. A beast who hunted at night, chasing rich and affluent leaders of the criminal underworld before feeding off their blood and scattering what was left. Such a grim story utterly lacked beauty or style, it made it seem all so detestable. Perhaps he should look into that. Just as he pondered on that, he thought he heard a voice calling out to him.
"How dull." He uttered with a tinge of contempt, of the arrogance the worthy exert over those beneath them. He smiled, and his hand trailed off and coursed through silken locks. He washed long golden hair with exotic soap and oils, all which he had bought from a trusted merchant. The merchant spoke of them bringing favour and good fortune to the one who applied them. A fitting present for a champion and a king, surely he sought to garter his favour after his victory.
But he did not wish for his company, or any company for the matter. He was perfectly happy and whole in his lonesome, undisturbed in the perfection of his body and the cool water that caressed him. Only weak, imperfect beings needed others to complete them.
So he ignored the voice, hoping whoever was responsible would know better than to prove bothersome.