Oedipus is currently holding the Semblance, the thing that the Ghost Girl had handed to him. No, to Vlad while waiting at the subway. He can remember what happened there, how he seized his moment and throw his Father down. The image of the old man, lying on the cold and damp floor came back to his mind. Oedipus could still feel his Father desperate attempt to break out his hands, his suffocating look. All is just so weak. So fragile. Oedipus could remember his Father eyes when looking at him, a weak dog afraid of its inevitable ending. And a smile appeared again on his face. He doesn't need other to tell how blood thirst he looks when he laughs, but it was fun to see the surprising face of others when he did so. Of course, the stupid cop would put his hand on the gun, thinking he could shoot the murderer once and for all, before "the suspect" was about to do something that " might harm" the civilian.

In front of the changing cop, Oedipus put his Semblance on. He did it, but he felt nothing. There was no hope, no expectations, no despair, no nothing. Just simply an act of putting the Mask. Like a broken puppet, his body collapses, creating a loud thump sound when contact with the ground under him. His skin pigment started to shift toward red, his face started to melt, and it seems that Oedipus was unaware of what happens. There was nothing. No screams, weeping or begging from the lying man. Only a changing body into something newer, better. Something inhuman. But most can't see what is happening, for the mask had engulfed the man head, blocking any line of sight. It forms a bird-like helmet that covered his whole head, leaving two holes that acted as the eyes. But inside, the place of what should be a person's eyes had been replacing by two levitating flames. But the light it provides is like a small flame in the cold winter night.

Oedipus was aware of what happened, what changes that the mask gives him, and the gift with it. And he is going to prepare a welcoming ceremony of course. A smile appears on his face, as the thought of " [color=DC143C] Special day required special celebration [/color]" echoing in his head. Leaving from his throne, decorated with the skull of the dead, Oedipus walked toward the light. His action ripples the floor, sending vibrations to all direction. And soon, he found his new prey. One was Oedipus, and the other was someone that he had never seen. But Oedipus was not surprised. For he had met similar things like this. They are him, or his new personality that he could not even bother. For sooner or later, his hand will be soaked in these "new-born" blood. Their scream and yelled shall be the trumpet welcoming his new rebirth. And it will be fun, for this time, Oedipus doesn't want to stop early. And he doesn’t plan to. For this time, he brings toys with him, painful toys.