"We have to tell him." A female voice spoke with a panic.

"No." Sam hushed quickly.

"Why not? He needs to know."

"No."

"James needs to know."

"NO."

"James." Dominic breathed.

The room went silent.

"James." Dominic breathed again.

No one reacted, they just watched.

"James needs to complete the unholy trinity." Dominic opened his eyes.

Everyone stared in disbelief, his eyes were pure white and glistening with sparkles.

"We forbid it." Sam spoke.

"No one can forbid the completion of freedom." Dominic tilted his head slightly; his skin began to glisten under the light of the room.

Everyone watched, watched as the glam of 1920's soaked through Dominic's body. The way a black 1920's glamour knee length dress loosely fitted itself to Dominic's body, the way beads patterned themselves around the dress, Dominic's hair swished itself into slick bob with strands of white pearls wrapping themselves comfortably around the hair, black satin pumps appeared on Dominic's feet.

Everyone watched as Dominic closed his eyes, red lipstick created a cupid bow while red blush appeared on his cheeks, Dominic's eyebrows thinned out.