Stiles groans as he blinks his eyes open. He felt like the living dead and it didn't help he had a pounding headache. Probably because the Nogitsune decided to fucking head butt a literal god! Muttering silent curses under his breath, he moved to get up but was shocked when he realised he couldn't move. He was being held down, with straps. His eyes widen in fear, were the Dread Doctors back?

With panic motivating him, he gave it his all to escape, only to jump when a voice sounded over the speakers of the white room.

"Hello Stiles, glad you're awake. We have some questions for you."

Stiles blinked, why did it sound so familiar? He shook away the thought and continued to struggle, it worked to loosen his bindings a bit before they magically tightened again. He groaned, of course he was captured by someone of magic! He sighed. Whatever, he thought, might as well get this done and over with. He threw his head back with a defeated sigh and closed his eyes.

"Hello whoever you are, my name is Mieczyslaw Stilinksi but you may call me Stiles to save you the trouble." He called out to no one in particular and when he heard soft murmurs through the speaker, he decided to just continue.

"Now I hope you aren't subordinates of the Dread Doctors, wouldn't want a reckoning like last time.." he chuckled sardonicaly as he tightened his fists. Flashbacks of his time with the dreaded doctors came back at full speed and he had to remind himself that they weren't here anymore.

Shuffling and static brought the boy back from his musings as he looked straight at the mirror he knew with his whole heart and soul to be a double sided mirror.

"Well, you may call us the Avengers. Y'know, for a serial killer, I didnt expect you to be so accommodating with your captors." A female voiced out and he choked.

They think he's a serial killer? How ironic that a Sheriff's son was a killer. A serial one at that. The thought of the irony had Stiles laughing hard. Tears were streaming as he fought to control his giggles. Gosh, he must've lost his mind finally. It took him a minute or two for his laughter to finally cut off. He sighed as he smiled with mirth at the his reflection head on.

"You are mistaken," he shook his head as his fists tightened, yet his smile stayed." That wasn't me."

He could hear the quiet scoffs and a harsh whisper of 'Be quiet you moron!' . He wanted to laugh again, for some reason. He had to bite his lip to hold it all back.

"Now Stiles, I dont take lightly to liars. We have video evidence of you murdering the people." A gruff voice sounded and Stiles shivered, the deep baritone did wonders to his heart. He only shook his head again, losing his smile as he became serious.

"It wasn't me," he denied and for some reason he tilted his head slightly just to smirk at his reflection.

"What do you mean?" He sighed again. This time a silky Baritone voiced and he could recognise it as Dr Stephen Strange. He eyes widened as he felt himself enter fanboy mode but he kept it cool. Clearing his throat, he hoped what he said next made sense to the Doctor.

"Don't ask me good Doctor, ask the God of Mischief next to you." He smiled and then the Good Doctor himself was next to him.

"Tell me! What sorcerer are you!" He shouted as he grabbed Stiles by his shoulders.

Stiles shuddered, feeling an ugly emotion stirring as the Doctor shook him. His much more deadly instincts were resurfacing and he knew if that happened, he couldn't promise the wellbeing of the Doctor.

"Let me go." He growled out, his voice now deeper than he was physically capable of. That seemed to spook the Doctor and he flinched away from the young male. Stephen will never admit it but he was shaking. The younger male held such a command to his tone that he couldn't help but feel he had to obey.

"Thank you. Now how about we get the god of Mischief to appear?" Stiles smiled as he tilted his head at a corner of the room. Just as he expected, the god let his disguise drop and he was visible again.

"Loki."

"Chaos."

They both nodded at each other in mutual respect but Stiles couldn't help but notice the slight tremor in his stance. Stiles couldn't help himself and laughed. He didnt know why being in a room full of experienced killers brought such feelings of joy and anxiety within him. The joy must've been the fox spirit residing within him.

Stiles hummed as he thought about it. He didnt have long to be with his thoughts when he was slapped out of his musings. He flinched as his head snapped sharply to the left. He blinked and looked up. Looks like the Good Doctor finally lost his patience. The snarl on the Doctor's face brought back memories of a rogue Peter, back when he was freshly out of his comatose state and he flinched. His breathing quickened as he remembered how his lungs burned for air, how he had to drag Scott through the woods before they somehow separated.

He struggled against his bindings the fear coming back at full force and he couldn't do anything as it overwhelmed him. Fear and terror flooded his senses and he cried out as he felt the phantom feeling of claws snagging on his clothes only to rip through it. His cries became louder as he thrashed about, he could faintly feel hands holding him but all he could feel was the terror of being chased.

He saw a black blur move about in his peripheral vision but wouldn't come directly into his line of sight and he screamed.

"NO! Leave me be! I can't - not again! PLease! I dont want to be the Nogitsune! Please, please!" He cried as the shadows started to cave in on him, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute and he was amazed he hadn't died yet. He struggled, he was close to being free again! He could feel his restraints weakening and he used every last ounce of energy he had. His actions grew more frantic and unpredictable as the shadows filled his vision. He was losing, he realised.

His fight to be free of the spirit was useless, he would always be a slave to the spirit and vice versa. Neither could be there without the other.

He could feel his throat close up as he grasped for much needed air, his lungs were burning and his throat was stinging. Who was screaming? He thought as somebody screamed bloody murder. He realised, with a greedy gulp of air, that it was him. Just as soon as he realised it, he was pulled into the depths of his mind and he hoped the Nogitsune wouldn't hurt the Avengers too much.

Giggles erupted through chapped lips as the spirit stopped the frantic movements of his host. Void couldn't help it it was just all too amusing seeing his host just lose it so easily. Comedy gold really. He relaxed against the tight grips on his host and he winced a bit as the bindings holding him down to the chair was strapped tighter than it had been. He could feel the magic flowing through the bindings and flowing all around the room, he sighed as the magic pressed harder into him to hold him down, almost suffocating him.

He could easily break free but it would take to much energy and he really didnt feel like wasting it on such trivial matters when be could be causing mayhem. He smiled, the faint faraway screams of the innocent begging not to be killed filled his ears and he sighed as one would after seeing a loved one after s long time. That's just how the Spirit worked, he lived on the blood being spilled, how everything screamed bloody murder as he sliced through their necks.

He hummed as he blinked and he was back in the present again, the surroundings of the concentration camp he was summoned too

fading to bland white walls. He looked around again, nobody was here and he raised a brow. He was curious as to who was stupid enough to leave a Spirit as devious as him, all alone?

He reached out with his magic and felt multiple figures behind the mirror ,watching him with such focused stares, he thought they would burn through the glass. He laughed and opened his mouth. He was feeling particularly lonely and the appearance of his favourite other godly being was making him shake with excitement.

"Oh, is that my dear pal Loki? The God of Mischief here himself! I thought we wouldn't meet for another few thousand years but I cant say I'm not happy to see you!"

He grinned and he could practically taste the subtle fear scenting the air. Oh how he loved to strike fear into the hearts of all. The God of Mischief appeared and Void noted that he seemed a bit tense. He made note to compliment him on that, it was good he was still wary of him after last time.

"Hello to you too, Nogitsune- Or Void I suppose. I heard through the grapevine that's your latest name as of recent. Clever." Loki complimented the demented Fox Spirit and gave a tight smile. This being was older than him, so much more older and held more tricks than he ever did. Fear striked his heart as he remembered the last time they met.

At the time, Loki was disguised as a commoner in a camp of sorts, subtly making trouble amongst the guards and he remembered the moment where he could feel an immense presence appearing behind him. He grinned and made to introduce himself but was shocked when the being grabbed ahold of him. His knees buckled and he gasped as indescribable pain flooded his body. He could remember all the days of fun he had with the being, of how it would repeatedly strike him in the same places to make sure the pain lingered and the healing process slowed.

Him being a God didnt help his matter as he kept on regenerating, and to his horror the being actually cheered when he realised his toy wouldn't die on him so easily unlike all the others.

The being kept him in a dark room for months. Only to release him when he finally got bored and wanted to move on. Loki returned that day bruised and scarred but nothing that wouldn't heal in a matter of time. He remembered feeling disgusted with himself, how the vile being found joy in his blood being spilled and he remembered how he collapsed sobbing into his brother's arms as Thor worried where he had disappeared to for a whole month with no contact.

Till this day, he still hasn't told anyone, feeling utterly disgusted at himself for letting himself be captured so easily.

He would later admit that it wasn't entirely his fault, he was young and foolish. He had the ego the size of Saturn and felt invincible. Meeting the vile Fox Spirit knocked down a peg or a hundred. Now he was wiser, older, he wouldn't be so stupid as he was last time. Loki blinked and he was back in the present. He didnt need to look at the time to know he was in his head for only a few seconds, yet they felt like an eternity.

"Mm..back to matters at hand, I am most curious as to why you're here." Loki questioned and his throat felt like cotton when the Spirit grinned at him wolfishly, which was ironic considering he was a fox.

"I didn't plan to come here," Void drawled out, stretching his neck. "I just so happened to teleport here by accident."

Loki narrowed his eyes, there was something the spirit wasn't saying. In all his time, Loki had spent hundreds of years studying up on the Nogitsune after he was held captive. He had learned that they didn't just pick out a host willy–nilly, he learned that they actually would scout out multiple options at a time. They would wait and observe their lives and then they would finally settle on one host, killing off the others so other spirits couldn't have them.

These hosts were specially handpicked out from the rest because they had something extraordinary about them. The male in front of him had been the youngest of all the hosts he had studied so far. Only 18 and yet he was already picked. Usually the Nogitsune would observe for maybe a year or two more, and the fact that the Nogitsune picked him out this young meant that it had watching the boy since he was young.

"Now, don't look at me like that! I really didn't mean to come here but now that I've gotten a taste.." Void murmured as he enhanced his vision, looking straight at the impaired hearing hero head on. He grinned maliciously as he tugged at his bindings, chuckling when the hero flinched. His chuckles were stopped yet again when the Sorcerer appeared again.

"Ah, Doctor Strange! I've been wondering when you'd appear."

The good doctor just glared at him and spoofed up a chair. He placed it next to the spirit before leaning back with folded arms. He released his magic and Void was actually impressed at how powerful it was before releasing his own, slowly but surely overpowering the Sorcerer. Strange just gritted his teeth and gave a tight lipped smile.

"Nogitsune , I presume?"

Void nodded with a wink. At this rate, the Sorcerer was going to burst a vein at the spirit's impish attitude.

"I assume you're responsible for Beacon Hills?"

He nodded yet again. What did he have to lose anyway? He was stronger and also a trickster since he's existed. Might as well get the credit he was due. The thought of all those people dying at his hands brought back his bloodlust. He twitched, his hands missed the way they could crush someone's neck so easily.

"Well, I'm afraid this is going to be the end of your endeavors," Void tensed when he felt the Sorcerer's magic increase tenfold." You can either come out of the boy the easy way or the hard way. One way or another, I will free this boy."

Void let his smile fall and sneered at the Sorcerer. He had barely been in this body for a full day and already he was facing off with other beings of magic. He was still weak and barely had time to even feed, the surprised appearance and fear of his favourite God would fill him for a while, it was only a matter of time before he went hungry again.

"Or what? You'll force me out? Try it, I dare you, but you better had been prepared to lock up the real beast once I'm gone! I'm basically the only thing holding him back!" Void snarled, the impassive look he received back was grating on his nerves even though he could taste the little bit of fear that leaked from his pores. He wanted the Sorcerer to writhe at his feet in pain, to bleed out like the sacrificial lamb he was but he was still weak. Once he regained enough power back, he would make the whole world fall to its knees before him, humans and other worldly beings alike.

Doctor Strange could only look on at the Spirit occupying the boy with a pensive look. On one hand, if he took the spirit by force, he might actually save the boy. On the other, the spirit might be right and he would actually release a whole other problem onto the world. He sighed, he would need more time to think over possible options. Right now though, he thought as he looked at the spirit snarling promises of pain and revenge, I really need to shut this thing up.

Doctor Strange's eyes hardened as he stood up, magic overwhelming the Fox Spirit as it choked. He was glad it was still weak, if not he would've probably died the moment he appeared. Getting closer to the choking spirit, already his lips were turning blue, he raised a hand and swiped his fingers over its eyes.

Just like that, Doctor Strange had knocked out the Nogitsune.