Either wear the face you hate the most, or wear the face you never wanted to out respect for who it belongs to.

Welcome to the Acri-Elica family, bud.

"To the.....the family? I just.....what?" The blonde questioned, his brows furrowing as something in his eyes seemed to flicker. A spark of indecision.

Up until recently, while he had a healthy respect for most people, there wasn't many he respected enough to say he wouldn't use their face. That was....before Eryana.

Even now, he wouldn't. Her face. Her body. His soulmate.....she was sacred to him. Something off limits from the extent of his abilities.

He sunk down to the floor before his mirror, fingers digging into the skin he was wearing. The skin he called his own. It had once belonged to someone he cared deeply for, but he'd been gone a long, long time. Little by little, he tore the flesh from his frame. Replacing it as he went until the face staring back at him was one he swore he'd never wanted to see again.

The face of the man that killed his best friend.... He hated it despite the fact he'd been sure the bastard died painfully. Meeting his own eyes in his reflection, he swallowed thickly. Panting a little after the transformation.

"You have got.....to be kidding me."