300

His appreciation of art was immortalizing it. To take the ones who fallen to him, and make them his own...
To take what was their lives, and immortalize it, only to have it serve under him, to destroy what he wants, to fight how he wishes. 298 had gone through it, he just needed two more, and he'll have a complete set, of 300 Human Puppets.
Walking around, he saw no one, wind only came, to blow his scarlet hair across his flawless, lifeless skin, as his face was emotionless, as it always was...