ENTER THE MEGALOMANIAC
Artist: Breath of the Wild - Song: The Temple of Time
Finally landing in front of his house, Vanyel slid off Calypso's back as she transformed back into her regular feminine self, grinning as she smirked and patted his chest. Though, his grin quickly faded as she turned to look at the destroyed door from earlier. 'So that's how she got in...thought so.'
Before he could object, he watched in awe as Calypso simply made a wish, and the door began to rewind. The glass repaired itself, the doorknob slowly readjusted itself to be back in its proper place, and in a manner of seconds, it was if nothing had ever happened. He took a step forward, taking a closer look at the door -- not so much as a scratch. He scoffed lightly in disbelief, though it quickly turned to snicker as Calypso tried to open the door, only for it to be locked.
As he was reaching into his pocket to grab his keys, Calypso made another wish -- the dramatic flair of her energy surging around the door, only for it to make a sharp click, and the door swung open. Following Calypso inside, Vanyel breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It had been a complicated day, and he was honestly glad to be back home, causing a warm smile to spread across his face as he chuckled lightly at her comment."Might be finicky, but it's pretty cool that you can grant wishes."
Vanyel glanced down at her, seeing her picking up some of the knives that had scattered into the entranceway of his home when she had come in. A hand slid under the sleeve of his jacket, brushing against his arm for a moment before he knelt to help her pick up any remaining objects of danger on the floor. After finishing that, he walked inside, standing in the doorway of his room. He felt goosebumps run over him as he stared the stained knives around his bed, and the blood-soaked sheets.
He looked to the floor as he walked in, uncharacteristically silent as he kicked his shoes off into the corner before sitting down on his bed. He went to take off his jacket, but as it began to slide off his shoulders, he immediately pulled it back over him, choosing instead taking one of his gloves off and setting it on the nightstand, leaving the tattooed side of him, at least partially, concealed.
After what had happened today, Vanyel hardly wanted to look at it.