A Very Divine Intervention

Prologue

Faceclaim: Jade Weber

The light faded, Stiles blinked, trying to clear his vision "What... Where am I?"

"Welcome," a voice sounded from behind him.

Stiles whirled around to look at the man behind him and frowned "Who are you?" he demanded, glaring at the boring-looking man. He was dressed in what looked like pyjamas with a robe thrown on top haphazardly "What am I doing here? I was just..." He cut himself off and shivered. Who was that man? Why was he here? It made no sense to him. That last thing he remembered was falling asleep and then he was here...

"I know," the man cut him off, ignoring the suspicious looks he was receiving. He had known that this wasn't going to be easy but he had made his choice. This boy was his one chance to change things without having to move in himself. After all, the boy had something to gain from this, didn't he? "I know who you are Mieczyslaw Stilinski."

"That isn't creepy at all," Stiles mumbled.

The man sat down on the sofa behind him, looking up at the young man with a small smile, trying to show him that he wasn't a threat. Judging by the tense posture it wasn't working "How about this. If you figure out who I am, then I'll tell you everything."

"And if I can't?" Stiles asked, taking a couple of steps away from the man. He wasn't sure what was happening and it made him uncomfortable. After the Nogitsune, he didn't believe half of what he was seeing. Without being able to do anything about it, he glanced at his fingers, silently counting. Whenever he reached ten, he glanced up, making sure that the man hadn't moved. This was a dream... Just a dream. He wasn't the Nogitsune. He couldn't be. The Nogitsune was gone and he was alright. It might have been more than a couple of years but his months with the fox demon were still haunting his dreams. They have turned more violent the longer he was included in the drama – Gerard, the Nogitsune, the Dread Doctors and the Wild Hunt. Each and every one of them were haunting his dreams along with losing his friends – one after the other.

The man smirked before starting to speak "Some people want to meet me. Some people don't believe in me. And some people claim to be me. Who am I?"

Stiles flinched away from him, hitting his head on the wall behind him. He hated riddles. Hated them with a passion.

"You don't understand, do you? It's a riddle. Do you know any riddles, Stiles?" the Nogitsune rasped, whirling around to face the boy.

Stiles swallowed, grimacing at the bandage-covered form "A few."

"What gets bigger the more you take away?" the Nogitsune snapped.

"A hole."

"What gets wetter the more it dries?"

Stiles cringed away from the fanged mouth, trying to stop himself from answering. It was like something was forcing him to speak "A towel."

"When is a door not a door?" the Nogitsune continued, shooting out riddle after riddle. He had to admit the little fox was smart. He would enjoy playing with him. Let's hope that his friends would be as much of a challenge.

"...When it's ajar."

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it?"

"I don't..." Stiles swallowed, dropping his eyes to the floor. He didn't want to hurt anyone. A part of him was dreading what the Nogitsune would do if he didn't answer the questions correctly.

The Nogitsune bared its teeth, lunging at the boy "Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it, Stiles?"

Stiles slid down the wall, his hands buried in his hair, tugging to bring himself back to reality "No. No, I don't want to. Please, stop. Not again."