Next morning, Warren went through his morning routines, thinking about his vision, and what task lay before him. He understood! Still, it was a daunting responsibility. To liberate the city of their false forms.
Warren heard a knock on his door. Looking through the peephole, he saw his land lady. She did not look happy.
The middle aged man opened the door and said,
"The rent isn't due for another two weeks, I'll have the money then, I swear."
She gave him an ugly look saying, "Is that so?"
That was when Warren saw, the land lady wasn't destine to be a work of art... but she was destine for something else.
"I'm not done speaking to you!" The land lady said as Warren went back inside and pick up the scepter and pointed it at the land lady. The gem glowed, and the land lady stiffened. She stood with her legs locked together and her arms straight at her side. Her head facing straight forward.
She went from fifty to collage age on the spot. Her skin went from wrinkled to polished plastic perfection. Her ears grew long and pointed like an elf of steroids. Her curled gray hair turned long, blue, and straight. Her eyes became solid blue and reflective and larger. Her clothes vanished, and her body became slimmer than a human's could, but without looking starved to death. She was also as sexless as a barbie doll. She had lines along her body that made her look put together, but only added character to her design.
"How may I service you today Creator?"
Warren stared... right, every museum needed its care takers, and if a museum was to stand for eternity, it would need caretakers that would last for eternity, he wouldn't, since there still needed to be an artist for the works of art to have been made in the first place...
"Clean up my apartment for now."
"Yes my Creator, I shall make it beautiful," the figure said, moving with grace, dirt and grim never touching her body.