I will return

18

The sun was just beginning to illuminate the city when the most humiliating part of my day began. I was inside a woman's handbag, one of the people who is now pretending to be my owner. She and her husband made sure to keep up the charade every time we went out in public, forcing me to pretend to be a Chihuahua or, worse yet, a toy. It was ridiculous. Twenty years ago I was almost thirty feet tall, a force to be feared, and now I found myself reduced to this pathetic façade. However, he kept the goal clear: he would soon obtain an enhanced transformation, and all this nonsense would be just a bad memory.

The ride to the museum was uncomfortable. Inside the bag, I listened to people's dull conversations and watched people pass through the small openings in the bag. I looked at every face I could, looking for someone who had been trapped inside me in my previous transformation. Unfortunately, I didn't find any. Even so, I observed many people who could be useful for future absorption plans. The city was full of useful souls.

However, what I was most excited about was the idea of ​​being close to the Daemon Ritus again. According to what I had read, if I was close enough to him, I could reabsorb all those who had already been inside me, without needing to waste any more time searching for them. Every second counted, and the Daemon Ritus was going to be my key to improving the transformation. 

There would be no more failures. This time it would be perfect.

Upon entering the museum, I had to endure the curious looks of people. Everyone laughed when they saw me, thinking it was adorable. My small size caused them tenderness, a subtle mockery of who I really am. While they threw giggles and stupid comments at me, I held onto all the resentment. **"If only they knew I was a villain who has survived decades, destroying lives and seeking ultimate power,"** I thought, as my "owners" said out loud my new, hateful name: 

**"Flappy."**

**"Flappy!" I hated that name. Who thought it would be a good idea to call me that? Every time I heard it, my blood boiled. But I pretended, as always, I endured the humiliation. The important thing was to get to the point. Daemon Ritus.

Upon entering the special section of the museum, I felt it. That feeling in my chest... It was the same one I experienced the first time I saw the Daemon Ritus on television, but much stronger. It was even more intense than what I felt when I managed to reabsorb Joe. My heart was beating fast and the burning in my chest grew as we got closer. I knew it was close.

I muttered to my "owners" to take me to the special room. They obeyed, not knowing the true purpose behind my orders. And there it was, in a glass display case, majestic as always. The Daemon Ritus. **"It's you"**, I whispered, not being able to believe that I had him so close. **"I can't believe it"**, I added with my eyes fixed on that small golden pyramid that had given me power so many times. **"I missed you"**, I said with a mixture of longing and excitement. 

**"You are more beautiful than I remembered."**

The connection between us intensified with each step we took toward the display case. My chest felt like it was going to explode with pure energy. There was no doubt that my fate and that of the Daemon Ritus were intertwined. Every fiber of my being vibrated with an unwavering promise of power.

And while my "owners" walked innocently around the room, I could only think of one thing: **"Soon we will be together again."**