Deception

Prisons And Life Draining Magic

Stiles took a couple of minutes, to ask his next question. He summoned a brush then started to sweep the floors, ignoring her gaze.

"So..how powerful is the Grand Master anyway? Why is he compared to...a god?" Stiles asked hesitantly.

Roseleta smiled but it was more of a smirk than a smile.

"There are stories"

"Stories?"

"Yes..."

She started to speak, her voice suddenly haunting.

"It's said that when he is angry our land shakes. There are stories of him defending his district from an army of supernaturals who wanted to take the Silver Soul from us. He appeared and seconds later our enemy was destroyed and its said he could destroy any world with a thought"

Stiles shivered but said shaking his head "I don't understand how the Silver Soul can give someone that amount of power"

Then he stopped, he thought at what she had said.

"Didn't you say it was our life force, our energy? How?"

She then looked down, not meeting his eyes as she said slowly "Do you know how and why a sorcerer dies?"

Stiles turned around to look at her, his muscles all tightening up in surprise and shock.

"No" He said, his voice low.

"We age like humans, unlike humans we can't die from old age. Our magic is the one that kills us, it will slowly consume us and drains our life. When we die, our bodies turns into energy and the Silver Soul takes them"

Stiles brush fell from his hands, it clattered to the floor.

So...

That was it?

When he died, he wouldn't even have a body to bury.

How was that fair?

How was that right?

Stiles thought of his father. What would he think? That if something happened to him, he wouldn't even be able to bury his own son?

"It gives us more life than humans but in the end it is also our death"

Stiles stepped backwards.

"Why? Why did your ancestors drink from it if it just killed them in the end?!" He snapped.

"The Silver Soul was killing the earth, it seemed into the ground and started to kill everything in the ground, the plants, the insects and animals that eat where it had infected was killed. Our ancestors discovered that they stopped it from infecting the ground by drinking from it, so in a way, our ancestors saved earth"

She then scowled.

"And how did the other humans and supernatural repay them? By trying to kill us and destroy it but there is no way to destroy it, so they had to move it"

Stiles picked up his brush, fiddling around with the handle as he thought about what she'd said. There was no reason for her to lie...

He wondered what this Silver Soul looked like. Would he one day get to see it? Even try it for himself?

He carried on sweeping the floor, deep in thought.

"So, now that I've satisfied your curiosity is there...anything else you want?"

Stiles tried not to cringe with the clear implication in her voice. She bend down, watching him intently.

He was sure she was aware of how her boobs hang down and were easy to see and inviting. She curled her hair in between her fingers, smiling almost evilly.

Stiles was sure the Lord of Mind would kill him if he found out about this. He ignored her, angrily thinking that the other servant was right, she didn't deserve her power.

He then focused on the bed, concentrating and thinking of the laundry room he'd been in. Then he clicked his fingers, his ruins glowed as he channeled his energy through him.

But now he shifted uncomfortably at the pleasant feeling...this some day would kill him. Maybe in a hundred years, maybe two but if he didn't die by anything else then this new feeling inside him that he'd grown to love, would be his end.

As soon as it left him, the bed sheets Roseleta was sitting on had changed and were clean.

And that was it.

Without talking to her, he turned around to leave.

"Come back tomorrow would you? I'm sure they'll be something else for you to do" She said, smirking.

He couldn't refuse her.

"Of course Ma'am" He replied as politely as possible and shut the door behind him.

Oh god, this would not end well!

He imagined shakily of his Lord skinning him alive and his Mistress could give him the perfect motivation.

Madam Rucia was waiting for him outside.

She didn't ask him how it went or really react to him.

All she said was "Your next chore is cleaning the mirrors. You'll be helping Daichi with that"

He stood there, unsure. Should he tell her about Roseleta?

"Well? What are you waiting for! Get to it!" She growled, her eyes narrowing on him.

"Yes Ma'am" He said quickly, deciding it was best for his health to follow her orders for now.

Stiles quickly got out of her sight.

Funnily enough, it was quite easy to find. It was far away at the opposite end of the Lord of Minds home but not that many rooms to go through, mainly long winding corridors.

Then he was there, opening the doors to the Mirror Room.

Daichi was already room. Cleaning the mirrors with a cloth, looking at the floor.

He smiled when he saw Stiles.

"Hi! Good to see you again"

Stiles agreed with a smile.

"Madam Rucia thought you might need help"

Daichi nodded.

He pointed to one of the Mirrors in the back right hand corner.

"You can start with that one"

He added "You're still new at this so remember not to look into them for so long"

"Madam Rucia told me I'd rather not know" Stiles said slowly.

"She hasn't told you?" Daichi demanded, turning around to stare at him.

"No..." Stiles said hesitantly, looking at Daichi warily.

"Well I think it's best you know. Makes sure you don't take them lightly"

Why do I now not want to know Stiles thought dryly.

He looked at Stiles intently as he said "They're prisons. They are gate ways that keep the Mind Districts most dangerous sorcerers"

Stiles stepped backwards quickly from the one he was near.

"They what?!"