Sometimes things have to be pushed deeper into a pit of despair before they learn to evolve and breath.
In this case? It wasn't a metaphorical push. Rather the push of extreme emotions.
Before you stands a much more changed man. Scars adorning nearly every part of his body. Washed away in the flames of rebirth stands a much taller figure. 6'2 with a nearly dead look behind his eyes. Red eyes no longer, now?
Cold piercing blues stare back at you. Bringing forth unnatural heat. This? Is the child of the late Seth Vanrouge and Annete Vanrouge. But now? He's grown up to be something completely different.
Menace, Monster. The Vanrouge that just won't die.
"Can anyone really tame these flames of mine?"
Before you stands a much more changed man. Scars adorning nearly every part of his body. Washed away in the flames of rebirth stands a much taller figure. 6'2 with a nearly dead look behind his eyes. Red eyes no longer, now?
Cold piercing blues stare back at you. Bringing forth unnatural heat. This? Is the child of the late Seth Vanrouge and Annete Vanrouge. But now? He's grown up to be something completely different.
Menace, Monster. The Vanrouge that just won't die.
"Can anyone really tame these flames of mine?"
