To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Nothing More, Nothing Less

"She-she likes to-I mean theres a place in the human world that I know she likes to visit. There are some supernatural creatures there that she keeps uh..contact with" Rocrik winced slightly as he spoke, amongst his fear a bitter edge came out. 

Stiles eyes narrowed at the way Rocrik pronounced "contact" just guessing it was possible that she's cheated on him with some of these supernatural beings. He really did wonder why the hell they ever got together, did they use to have a loving relationship once? Or had it always been full of lies and deceit. 

But it wasn't just Roseleta's fault, it was Rocrik's as well. This had all happened because of them and they would face the consequences of that.

"You're hoping that being corporative with me will give you another chance and you're right, you will get another chance. Another chance at life, nothing more, nothing less"

Rocrik's stiffened, knowing all to well what that meant. 

"Wait! I mean- b-but don't you need someone to replace me first?!" Rocrik said, desperately searching for something that would get him out of this. 

"I can look after two districts while I search for the next Lord of Mind. It'll be hard work but I can do it" Stiles was sure he could, with this much power flooding through his blood stream, he felt like he could do anything, nothing was impossible, not anymore. 

This actually scared him...and excited him. 

He didn't need Rocrik. 

The next Lord of Mind would be someone he trusted, who'd do a better job than Rocrik. He'd only send sorcerers who he trusted to take a sip of the silver soul, sorcerous who had proved themselves. 

Rocrik opened his mouth but Stiles talked before he could. 

"You're trying to stall for time but I won't change my mind, its time. You will no longer carry the Lord of Minds power"

Everything was on instinct, he listened to his own energy swirling inside him, he commanded it. It was his to control, his to look after and keep safe. 

Stiles closed his eyes, concentrating on one single command, reaching for his own magic. A strange burning feeling overcame his chest, where his heart was. He knew it must be one of his new runes activating. 

I want to take away everything that made him the Lord of Mind. Please take it away and when its time, give it to someone I can trust.

Energy ran through his body, a warmth encircling his chest then he heard Rocrik scream. 

The older sorcerer was on the ground, his body shook with pain and Stiles watched emotionlessly as a silver liquid started to leak out of his body, it reminded Stiles of blood. 

Rocrik looked like he was in deep pain but Stiles knew it was nothing compared to his torture at Fritz hands and what he'd gone through to become the Grand Master, so he watched with no remorse or concern. 

Madam Rucia stepped forward though, looking worried. 

"Don't worry over someone like him Rucia, he'll be fine" Stiles said coldly. 

She looked slightly ill, watching Rocrik twist in agony and how the silver liquid looked so much like blood. 

She was surprised at how calm Stiles looked but then she wondered, if this is what its like taking some of the silver soul's power away for Lords then...what was it like receiving it? Especially receiving the Grand Master's power? 

Madam Rucia couldn't imagine... 

Oh...

Mieczyslaw...