“ How did you survive? ” @ wesker ( tumblr betrayed me )
Two decades. It has been nearly two decades since the day he was defeated at the volcano, two rpg missiles ripping through his face while he was semisubmerged in lava. He would never forget that day, never. But a God doesn't die; he's merely delayed until he returns fueled by vengeance, refined fury and absolute lack of mercy. That was him. After years of healing, after two decades of staying in the shadows... observing, analysing, planning, he finally made his return.
Raccoon City, year 2028. Roughly thirty years since its destruction, and yet it stood as a monument just like his body, except it has adapted more to the Uroboros over the years, it has evolved and perfected itself. And now here he stood in his full glory before someone who seemed to be a mere imitation of him who dared to question his survival. Pathetic in every sense of the word.
❝ Survival is not a choice for a God; it's biologically inevitable. And Uroboros doesn't permit failure. ❞ The statement explained everything it needed to. The God complex he once had now has only strengthened itself further which fed directly to his undying ego. He saw his own survival as a testament to his success that was hindered by a pest such as Chris. Taking a deliberate step forward, the blonde male adjusted his shades causing it's edge to catch the light of the setting sun, the sharpening red glow of his eyes underneath contrasting the light itself. ❝ I wasn't simply consumed by the lava, I was forged anew. I do not expect you to understand me whatsoever. You're just a byproduct and merely another curious variable of the foundation I laid. ❞
