Muka was a beauty that was indescribable, a lot of vampires already had a natural charm and beauty to them compared to regular humans, apart from their pale skin that in some cases would be liked or disliked depending on one's taste, but nonetheless, the facial features and symmetry for vampires was on point, with nearly no imperfections.
For Muka though, somehow she was able to be one above that. If one thought there was a golden ratio of how one's face was meant to look, she had a goddess ratio on her face.
Which was why, when there were suddenly two in the same room, they without a doubt recognised it as another Muka. This wasn't someone who had imitated her, or looked like her, no, this was a carbon copy from head to toe, at least in the looks department.
The way she stood, the way she walked and the way she talked… they were all completely lost, as if someone had possessed her, but there were clearly two of them in the room.
