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The show has started, everyone is looking at the runway where the lights converge, and reflections of sparkling precious stones emerge.
One can only hear the gasps of the awed audience in the distance while she steps confident and elegant into the main gates. It was only mere seconds, but time slowed down each time her gaze found the main camera, showing her big fangs and white eyes proudly to everyone who was brave enough to look, successfully drilling into their hearts.
Her long golden dress embraced her body and matched her spiky horns, black claws decorated with antique jewels that shine with such a light that one might think they were made yesterday. An impossible thin waist that threatened to break with each spin and turn in those void black high heels. How is it possible that such a nightmare creature, this child of the darkness can look this pristine? No one has the answer, nor can they stop and think of one, after all, there is no such a need to. She’s beautiful.
The show ends, it's time for the critique but no one has words to say.
"Who is she?", a judge was able to say after suppressing the shook affect her presence caused.
No answer was given whatsoever.
"Who is she?", she repeated once again, almost trembling while the golden creature stands proud at the center of the runway, waiting patiently.
"Ah… she’s her", the judge finally said looking shocked and stoic at the same time, after hearing that statement, the creature grinned flashing her fangs and sticking her tongue out like mocking her. She turned around and left the scenery just like that, not even waiting for the official announcement.
There’s no doubt of her win, no need to receive a crown she’s already wearing.