Waking up, the reincarnate was met by the sight of a beautiful lady directly above his face, staring straight into his eyes.
Lightly pushing her face away, he slowly rolled backward in a lazy silly manner and stood up, almost completely instinctively. And their eyes met.
The lady was unbelievably beautiful. Reminiscent of this witch he'd come across once. Or at least, he thought of her for a second.
Flowing blue hair. Flawless skin, similar to his in his current condition. Soft pink lips and blue eyes that resembled two galaxies. At another glance, she actually looked nothing quite like the witch, whom had black hair and greyed out eyes. Besides some facial features, she was completely different. Perhaps it was just their beauty.
The two looked at each other in deafening silence. She tilted her head and offered a hand.\ Shrugging, he brought his hand out to meet hers. The lady shook his it and smiled. He felt sorta charmed by her. It was an odd feeling.
The two didn't talk.
Wordlessly, she led him by the hand. Through the trees and through the forest, before they stopped.
It was a small little cave. Sitting down in the dimly sunlit cave, she gestured for him to sit. So he got on his knees across from them, looking into their galaxy eyes.
This was nothing quite like love. But... in a way it was. He was mesmerized. Her beauty alone could make others stare. That wasn't quite it. He wasn't the sort to lose themself so easily, but he could see what others probably wouldn't have been able to perceive—their soul.
It was a talent that some others apparently had. He didn't have a "talent" for it per se. But through years and years of being enveloped in the death and agony of countless people losing theirs, he eventually gained the ability to see the vague idea of the thing which people called, a soul. It was... too vague for him. His capability in this field too abstract to gauge; he could not confirm whether he truly was looking into someone's soul or what he thought their soul was, or a distorted reflection of their soul through his eyes.
She was different. Her eyes were an open window to him.
It was different than all those he'd seen before. It was clear and evil and unobvious all at once. There was this purity and darkness in her eyes, both swirling in a delicate and extreme balance. It sorta unsettled him. Maybe in a good way, maybe not. He didn't really know.
She smiled and offered a handshake. He accepted it. Her hands were small in comparison to his. They felt soft. Still, they were also firm and a bit tough in a somewhat comforting way. He felt... entranced?