Chapter 31: Eternity
Looking at his current state however, the young man just couldn't help but think that he is anything but presentable, the leather tunic that he is wearing stained with blood crust that just refuses to come off, his hair completely roughed up by just how much he fought outside, and his smell that of someone who is drenched in blood of beast.
'Maybe that's also the reason why this apartment's owner just looks at me like that...' despite his love for cleanliness, his love for money shines more hence why he endured being bathed by the oozing blood of that canine monster carrying it all the way to the city instead of just letting it go, but still, feeling quite sticky from all the grime currently covering him, Azrael decided to clean himself up before going outside.
Taking his sweet time removing all the dust and dirt from the hard day of work, the young man still doesn't even take more than a quarter of an hour preparing himself, nodding at the mirror as he looks at his slightly more presentable self now.
"Damn I look good" holding his chin up using one of his hands, Azrael thought to himself proudly as he looks in the mirror, his appearance clearly that of someone who is in his mid to late twenties, and his looks doesn't pale in comparison to those good-looking people who can gather attention on themselves just existing.
Him not being well known though might be the result of the fact that while he always try to keep himself clean and free from any blood that he might often get in the battlefield, he always still, somehow, finds himself in situation that will make others find him unpresentable, especially since getting beaten and ganged up on by monsters is nothing but a mere Tuesday to him.
Now that he wasn't so loaded with fighting against beasts and monsters though, the young man couldn't help but appreciate himself in the mirror, thinking that while it might be a bit too narcissistic for him to do so, he sees no reason not to, after all, he truly thinks that he looks good.
Standing at a fairly tall height of over one hundred and eighty five centimeters already gives him an edge over other men of his age, and his build carved from the sweat of training relentlessly for over a decade just to conquer the hardest part of the Ethereal Tower's first floor elevates this appeal even more, a perfect proportion and a good stature making him appear more like a general in command of a large battlefield rather than a person who can barely fight with the creatures that will allow him to climb greater heights.