Deception

Death Is Now Me

He couldn't see the Grand Master's face under the hood but someone Stiles sensed that the Grand Master was smiling.

Then the Grand Master, raised his arm, the white cloak had covered that as well but as he raised it his hand came out from the cloak.

It was pale and almost skeletal like, vines stretched across the tight skin.

The Lord of Mind did not react.

Stiles felt sick as he stared, he couldn't help himself.

The nails where black and long, almost looking like claws.

This...

Stiles thought.

This was not an angel...

But he had swore that he had seen the finger tips of the Grand Master before? His nails Stiles swore, had not looked like that then.

The Grand Master held out his thin and wrinkled hand, as if reaching for something from the Mirror.

Then something Silver flittered from the Mirror. A Silver mist that Stiles knew all too well.

It came towards the Grand Master's hand and floated around his hand.

Hold on a second.

He knew he didn't have permission to speak but...

"That's her, isn't it...Master? That's Fritz" Stiles said, shakily, eyes wide.

So it was true, about the mirrors being able to keep their life force and energy returning to the Silver Soul...

"It is her" The Grand Master agreed. Luckily not seemingly bothered by Stiles speaking out of turn.

"It is incredibly easy to read her life story like this, but I only need some information on who she killed and who she worked with"

The Lord had been getting paler and paler once Fritz had been pulled from the Mirror.

The mist floated around the Grand Master's fingers, he watched it. Stiles noticed that the mist has began tu radiate something strange that he wasn't used too.

And some colours began to flicker within the mist. Something was happening.

The Grand Master then, to Stiles relief, sent Fritz back into the Mirror, instead of allowing her to go to the Silver Soul.

The Grand Master turned to the Lord of Mind

"It seems you should choose more wisely at who you let into your bed Rocrik"

Rocrik?

That must be the Lord of Minds name, Stiles thought.

"That doesn't prove anything! She wouldn't betray me!" The Lord of Mind or Rocrik hissed.

The green light coming from his hood turned into only slits. That gave the impression the Grand Master was narrowing his eyes at Rocrik.

"You are already walking on thin ice, step carefully my friend" The Grand Master warned.

"But I do understand your concerns. It is not really wise to get your information from the dead. They like to twist things. Perhaps the living will be proof?"

The Grand Master turned to Stiles.

"Mieczyslaw?"

Stiles hesitantly stepped forward.

The Grand Master walked towards him, this time he did not need to crouch down to face Stiles.

The hand reached out, putting his fingers on Stiles temple.