I would have the audience, but before then I'd have to make myself presentable. As for what that would include: a shower, a change of clothes, and surprisingly it was back to the norm, dark purple dress pants and a dress shirt, shaving both my head and face and cologne.
I had to look into a mirror to attend to myself, as logic dictates, and it was, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable. Thus, one word was lacking, but the feeling was like meeting a stranger, I no longer recognized myself.
I hadn't been paying too much attention to such small details, but not being a demonic giant was actually strange after all the millennia I spent fighting for my life. The thought would lead into another, as I didn't know my own age.
I was 'twenty' (20), technically speaking, seeing as that's the amount of time that passed in the normal world, but my being was way older than that.
