It will be a good day.
He had searched for this temple for many years- too many it felt like. He had found ways to transcend space and time for this search. But he did not care. He did not care that he would likely be damned by the gods when he did finally pass. He did not care that he had gone near-mad. He did not care that every bone and fiber of his body screamed or that his face felt like it was permanently contorted into this painful, dead smile. He did not care. He had finally found it.
I will have my reward.
He climbed the tall steps, his boots making soft clicks against the ancient stone. He ignored the pain, pushing it aside as he had done with so many things and people before. He would not succumb to earthly muscles when the ultimate treasure was in his grasp. He was stronger than that. He was better than that.
The old bronze basins, whose oil had long since dried and once brilliant surface now rusted, lined the stairs, releasing their fumes of decay and age and rotted incense. It was the perfect backdrop for his ultimate success. He would be proven right after so long. Just little further, and there. There it was, with it's beautiful colors and strange marks and ancient power practically oozing off of it. The perfect treasure for one such as he, the ultimate goal. A myth brought to truth. And it was his now. Words could not possibly express his pride as he stared through the glossy red eyes of the mask.
It will be a good day.