Confusion plastered on Oberon face, thousands of questions came to his mind, the breeze passed through his face, flattering it's silverly-lilsc hair-
"What? What is this? Are you for real, you won't even let me rest!" Oberon cursed the world, the very world that birthed him, who made him come into existence.
I look at my surroundings, humans, vehicles, buildings and the sky...
This place is not Faerie Britain nor Pan Human History, No faeries or bugs (autumn faeries), and certainly my faerie eyes told me this is NOT Pan Human History.
"DAMMIT! Where the fuck am I?!" Oberon muttered, quietly.
His dark hair, a dark Cloak, insect arm and legs, and the dragonfly wings on his back disappeared. Instead it was replaced, during his travels with those bastards (Chaldeas).
long silverly-lilac hair that reaches below his shoulder, a mothlike scarf cloak and thick fur boots, crown shape like a golden glittering stars, and a royal white outfit beneath the Cloak.
The surroundings people look at me, their eyes wide, a gasp escape from their lips and contentment.
It was disgusting, so disgusting I almost puked.
NARRATION:
While Oberon cursing the world and everything, the surrounding people halt their movements, some of them look at him and continue their way.
Then a girl comes to Oberon, she was wearing a half white polo shirt to the bottom, black to the upper parts and a yellow ribbon tied to it's collar.
"Umm, excuse me. Are you perhaps a cosplayer?!" The girl squeal while asking the question.
Soon many joined the girl, asking questions towards Oberon. Giving him compliments.
"You're very handsome!"
"Where did you come from?"
"Your skin is so smooth!"
"You look so fuckable!"
...
Oberon POV:
"What the hell?" I thought to myself and look at the guy who just said it. Who in the world would say that to a random stranger?! Whatever, I'll just play along.
"Hello~, that's right I'm a cosplayer." I smiled at them.
ugh how disgusting, truly disgusting. you should go jump off to the building and make yourself more useful and become earth nutrients. At least Your useless life would be useful for once. I think to myself. They're so annoying it made me want to kill them.
NARRATIVE:
Oberon continue to answer their questions with easy going smile, like how he used to do it. Every word he spoke off was a lie, but no one can see it, it was so perfect that, no one will suspect that this, handsome young man is nothing but a liar.
. . .
Oberon POV:
"Finally those bastards are gone. Those stupid questions made me lost more than half of my braincells." I muttered, crouching near the alley, I looked at the sky and it started to dark.
My thoughts wander off to the past, the journey I did not feel anything with those bastards, the destruction I cause in faerie Britain, the dragon, the autumn...
"Titania..." I muttered, looking at the sky, then a smirk appeared on my face.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter. My goal was always simple, the destruction of Pan Human History, since this place is similar to PHH- then I'll destroy it. I'll destroyed this world for you, my fictitious Titania."
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While Oberon was busy with his own evil plan, a girl walked up to him, black hair(depicted as indigo or purple) with long strands framing her face and bangs covering her forehead(akin to a "hime cut.") She keeps half of it tied up in a ponytail and decorates it with pins or other ornaments.
Wearing a dark purple polo uniform, adorned with yellow stripes between the shoulder part and the collar, a yellow ribbon tied to her collar, her mini skirt below her thighs and a long dark purple thigh high socks.
"Umm, excuse me... Are you okay?" Her voice snaps Oberon to his thoughts, and Oberon raises his head and looks up to the girl.
Gorgeous, It was undeniably the girl in front of her is beautiful, that was the truth when he saw her, but what puzzled him was the energy circling inside the girl's body, it was potent, dangerous and... Interesting.
Oberon never encountered this energy, not even the pan human history or any other lost bealts have this dangerous energy yet... This girl has so much energy inside of her.
PS: describing the clothes is much harder than writing a story with a complex character like Oberon. ( ≧Д≦)