There was a flash of hatred to his eyes as he looked at the portrait, his eyes were focused on the young man, whom he shared the same appearance on as his default appearance of purple hair and amethyst eyes.
The young lad in the portrait seemed to have a good countenance, however, his eyes were filled with fear and self-belittling. It was as if the life he had now was something that he was forced to take like he had lost something too great for his age.
Now, whilst he had red blood eyes and dark purple hair he was still the same yet different at the same time.
All the years that he worked, expanding his network was all to fulfill his end of the bargain with Birsha.
"This form is proof that I have become strong. Far stronger than I was before."
"Now it's about time to move… I've been waiting for centuries…" With a wave of his hands, several dark ravens formed in the air and hovered around his figure.
