To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Trembling Fury

"A new Lord of Mind has not yet been chosen-"

Rocrik's shoulders sagged with relief. Stiles carried on talking, his voice like ice.

"But a new Grand Master has been chosen"

It took a couple of seconds for Rocrik to register what Stiles had said, his eyes widening as he stared at Stiles, his eyes finally focusing...

Finally seeing who was in front of them.

Rocrik suddenly looked like any minute he would through up.

Stiles stood in front of him, head held high as he said "What's the matter Rocrik?"

He called upon his magic, it responded to him eagerly, allowing him to reveal his true form. The ex Lord of Minds room was big enough for it, just...

"Not what you expected?" Stiles aloud his true power to seep through his voice, Rocrik, on reflex almost or maybe it was just his instincts telling him this is what he needed to do, he dropped to his knees, his legs buckling underneath him.

Pure horror and fear was suddenly clear on his face, no longer trying to hide what he was feeling from Stiles.

Stiles almost felt sorry for him, almost. It was one thing dealing with the last Grand Master but now? He withheld himself from chuckling, this was not Rocrik's day.

He walked forward slowly as he said mockingly "What's wrong? Nothing to say? No orders for me my Lord?"

He stopped in front of Rocrik, towering over him.

The ex Lord of Mind stammered in front of him "I-I didn't- I mean-"

Stiles kneeled down so they were almost the same hight. On instinct Rocrik tried to look away but stopped himself at the sight of Stiles expression.

"No, no. Don't turn away from me now. Why bother? You've already been looking at me like I was still some dirt unearth your nose, why stop?" Stiles sneered.

A sheen of sweat dropped down  Rocrik's face.

"As the last Grand Master is gone I guess it falls to me to deal with you-"

"M-master- please-"

"So I will carry out your punishment though trust me if I'd become Grand Master before this your power wouldn't be what you should have been worried about"

Rocrik looked like the world was falling apart in front of him and Stiles couldn't be more pleased at the pain he was causing this sniffling man. 

The ex Lord of Mind desperately tried to grab hold of anything that would get himself out of this, that would change or even redirect the new Grand Master's anger.

"Please! It's not me you should be angry with! I- I saved you remember?! I took you from that pack that treated you like you were nothing. Without me you wouldn't be here!"

Stiles mind felt like someone had stabbed it with a thousands needles then twisted each of them individually once they were in.

Stiles stood up abruptly, turning himself away from Rocrik.

The pure fury that rushed through his veins was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Rocrik watched as a strange golden haze started to surround Stiles, however it disappeared before he could really think about it because something else happened.

The ground started to tremble.

His home started to creak.

The walls jolted and shivered like any moment they'd come tumbling down.

Stiles slowly turned to face Rocrik, who cringed away from him.

I'm going to die, I am actually going to die Rocrik thought.

"What did you just say?" Stiles hissed.