Deception

Master

Stiles felt like his body was so light he would fly away, all his troubles that had been weighing him down would soon be gone. He just knew it. The Grand Master would sort this out, Stiles wasn't sure why he was so confident in someone he barely knew, he just was.

He had heard the Grand Master also had the power to take the Lords power and title away by himself. He had a feeling that's what the Lord of Mind would be threatened with today.

Stiles wasn't sure what to feel about that. It was obvious the the Lord of Mind did not like him but he still felt an odd loyalty towards him, he was still his Lord after all and the people of this districts Lord, who could take his place?

Kirah had told him it was natural to feel loyalty towards their Lords, just like it was natural to feel a beta to feel loyalty towards their alpha, the same went for him and all the other sorcerous, including the Lords towards the Grand Master.

However unlike werewolves Kirah had told him you only felt loyalty towards them, not the mindless need to obey, only the Grand Master had the power to control a sorcerer like an Alpha could. The Lords had no such power and if you really wanted to it was easy to disagree with them or go against them.

Though like most servants know it was not in their best interests to go against the Lords, without the Lords the districts would fall into chaos. There needed to be order and with order always came a leader. Someone to follow. The Lords where this.

Though Stiles felt uncomfortable crossing the Lord of Mind, there wasn't anything inside him that was going against it. His magic actually seemed quite content with this even.

Though knowing what actually happened, knowing that you were in the right and that you possibly had the Grand Master on your side did wonders...

Stiles smiled inwardly as the Core Mind guards lead him to the Lord of Minds room.

However despite the feeling that everything in the end would work in his favour Stiles still seriously wanted to get this over and done with.

The doors of the Lord of Mind loomed above him.

"This is where we leave you, they will both see you now" One of the Mind Core said.

With that and no second glances they walked away.

Stiles watched them go before turning back to the door. He'd been in this corridor so many times but it had never sent his heart racing like this before.

Stiles pushed against the door and stepped inside.

Before Stiles knew what he was doing, his body acted on its own accord.

He was kneeling.

The power in the air thrummed and forced him to his knees. He knew who was here without even needing to see them. The Grand Master.

He slowly looked up.

To his surprise he realised there was a huge difference between who he had seen before. The Grand Master was now their size. Well he was a little a taller than the Lord of Mind but he had been a giant when he had seen that white cloak?

Then he remembered what the Mistress had told him. Though she had betrayed him she had still taught him a lot about their world. None of it had been lies, Stiles had checked before hand.

She had told him that the Grand Master was able to change his form. He had two true forms, one of them was likely when he had been a giant, showing his power and true god like being.

But then when he was in a Lords home he preferred to speak to them face to face.

Kirah also taught him some thing on the Grand Master's true forms. One form reflected what was going on within the realm. If times where dangerous the Grand Master was likely to look more like a warrior, to look more threatening. If times where peaceful the Lords form or body would reflect that.

The second true form was personal to them and no one had ever seen it. Maybe it was what was underneath that white cloak but no one had seen him without it.

Some said a Grand Master looked like an angel, white feathered wings hidden under the cloak, ancient ruins scrawled across his god like body and his face so striking that mortals would not be able to look upon.

Others had a more dark out look on it. That the Grand Master looked like a nightmare, a demon, ready to kill any threat to their realm and if angered the Grand Master would eventually destroy them all, letting the Silver Soul take them and remaking this realm, take their civilisation back to the earth, from hence they'd came.

Kirah had a different out look, saying that he believed that the Grand Master was a mixture of both of these idea's.

That the angel represented love.

The demon, fear.

Love and Fear.

That's what really ruled them all.

He was okay with that and Stiles thought...that he was too.

The Grand Master stood next to the Lord of Mind.

The Mistress was no where to be seen. Stiles wondered if she had ran once she had realised that the Grand Master was coming.

She probably had Stiles thought spitefully.

"Mieczyslaw, you may stand"

His voice boomed through Stiles, he suddenly felt so tiny, unworthy of this great being to even address him or even look in his direction.

Despite lacking the looming giant size, the aura of power was immense, filling the room.

Like there really was an invisible giant in the room with them.

Stiles slowly stood, withholding a shudder at being in the Grand Master's power filled presence.

The Grand Master then turned to...

A mirror?

No...

It was that Mirror.

Stiles eyes widened, he tensed in shock. He had been so overwhelmed by just being close to the Grand Master again he had not noticed it?

"This is the Mirror that you pushed her into, is it not?"

It took Stiles a moment to realise that he was speaking to him. Despite looking at the Mirror.

How did he...?

Okay, maybe don't question the basically god in front of you and answer the freaking question Stiles! He told himself.

"Y-yes"

Wait what did he call him? My Lord didn't seem right, he wasn't a Lord. Sir just didn't seem to fit-

But he said it before he registered what he was saying.

"Master"

It just came out.

Then Stiles registered the fact he had been human the first time he had met the Grand Master. Then it hadn't really felt right to address him as such but now...

This felt right.

Master.

My Master.

Every Sorcerous Master.