Deception

The Grand Master

Before they left for the Grand Master's district Stiles was cleaned up, he needed to look presentable for the Grand Master. Fritz healed any open wounds that would not scar, telling him than the ones that were scars or would be scars only he could heal them himself if he became a sorcerer. 

Then before he knew it he was standing with the Lord of Mind, in the room where the pack had left him. It had been so long since he'd been here, his stomach twisted uncomfortably. A slight spark of rage racing through his body, his hand curling into fists. 

If this works I won't be human any more, I won't be someone they can look down on ever again. 

The Lord of Mind raised his hand, a ruin sparking a blue colour wrapped around his hand. Then there where some sparks in the air and Stiles watched amazed as a portal sprung to life. 

"The Soul District is quite far away, you didn't think I'd be walking all the way there did you?" The Lord said because of the look of surprise on Stiles expression. 

The Soul District, like this was the Mind District. 

Stiles wondered what the other Districts were called. The Grand Master and the Lord of Soul must reside there. 

He beckoned Stiles to follow him

Knowing he had no choice and glad Fritz wasn't coming with them he followed after the Lord, a strange feeling going through him as he crossed into the portal. They were in a similar corridor that the Lord of Mind had, apart from this one was bigger and grander, the doors three times their size. 

Then... 

"Come in" 

Now this would be totally okay and good if this didn't completely make Stiles forget all the pain he was in, not only because there was something out worldly powerful about this voice but it was said in his head. 

The Lord of Mind smiled, like this was completely normal and fully faced the doors. The huge doors that dwarfed both of them slowly opened, welcoming them inside. 

Stiles stepped inside, glancing around the room, trying not to stumble, his legs were not used to walking around a lot yet, they were used to collapsing on him in pain though, so he had to focus a lot not to do just that. 

The room was decorated with silver, silver everywhere, it was also a lot darker room than the Lord of Mind and the way it was structured almost gave it this gothic haunting feel but also it spoke of power and wealth. 

Stiles slowly turned, to face the Grand Master for the first time. 

He tensed at what he saw then before he knew what he was doing, his legs where collapsing on him, he fell to his knees with a gasp but the endless torture he had endured was not the reason for this... He needed to get down on his knees, he needed to show respect and he needed to not look directly into the glowing light of the Grand Masters eyes. 

It was pure instinct and control. Someone with this much power must be respected, no matter what. 

The Grand Master's cloak was a pure white, covering every inch of his body, apart from his finger tips. His cloaks hood was tipped over his eyes, a casting shadow over them that no one could see them. The thing is the shadow was not natural as it reached over his whole face, when it shouldn't. It hid his face completely from view, the only thing visible about his face was the glow of his eyes, the glow was a bright green, it glowed so much it actually hid his actual eyes from view.

And there was another thing was quite noticeable... 

The Grand Master was twice their size, sitting on an equally sized throne. The throne was black, with sharp edges and carvings of ruins laced the the throne, despite its darkness, the way it was designed it looked quite elegant and detailed but at the same time spoke of power, its design and fitting seemed matched with no one but the Grand Master has the right to be here. 

Stiles noticed, just like him The Lord was down on his knees. He even looked...a little pale, like he to was feeling the waves of strength and power from the being in front of them.

Then there was that voice again but this time spoke out loud. It almost sent shivers down Stiles spine and made him feel small, that someone like him was not worthy of looking at the Grand Master, let alone hear him talk. The power in the voice was pure and thick. 

"Lord of Mind, it had been a long time since you have graced my home with your presence, you have my permission to speak"