Vega
4:30
Step, step, step.
It had taken a while, if one thing was clear now is that this man was not one who rushed things. But now, he had fulfilled his promise. She could hear the sound of his heavy steps, walking wearily about these woods. Or was it the rain?
The downpour seemed to grow even stronger. This curtain was almost enough to hide his body, walking behind rows of trees with an intense glare. It was fine, let that rain wash it all away. Something about his eyes was different from before.
"This is a challenge. A challenge to overcome one's weaker self. Very well, I'll accept it." He gripped at the bottom of his frilly shirt with cold hands, and pulled it upwards. Rippled muscles and a gleaming, tanned skin showed itself more and more provocatively as he walked around her. But there was a glimpse of something else. A serpent on his chest, almost bloodcurdling in contrast to his appearance. His body moved behind yet another tree, not stopping for one second.
"In order to grow, one must entomb the frailty of your past, and crush it underfoot." Suddenly, as he emerged from the wooden pillar, a bolt of lightning cracked on the ground beneath the two. The flash was so bright, it hid the spectacular metamorphosis, if only a moment.
When it ceded, she could see him. His shirt was folded over his left arm neatly, and he stopped by right in front of her. His body now had nothing to hide, and while there was an eccentric glamour to his pose, it felt far more savage than the man who first opened his door. But most striking was the mask that now somehow adorned his face. Or had he removed his human mask instead, and now revealed his true face?
"Hrm? Isn't that right... you have done the same, have you not?" He asked her softly.