Laiota was most upset. Actually, for some reason he was upset all the time, but that night, the night after Seras snatched her Master's heart under his very nose, he was actually angry. The blonde woman showed signs of spanking, and his behind a corner sobbing. As for him, he walked around in circles, occasionally shouting at her. "It was your fault, you stupid bitch! If it hadn't been for you, he'd been dead a long time ago!" She shivered at his hollering. Laiota had serious anger management issues. Giovanni walked in. "Master…" Laiota didn't bother looking at him. "Kazuma's here."
To that, Laiota simply raised an eyebrow. "What does that Japo want?" Before he knew it, a man about Seras' height stood behind him. "The Japo brings word from our Grandmaster." His gray hair was wrapped in a top knot, and he wore a jacket and hakama over his Kimono. At his waist, a daisho. His face was greyish, and his skin was wrinkled. He had all the traces of a Japanese man, though his eyes were between red and brown. He was carrying a long, flat object wrapped in a cloth bag, what prevented anyone from knowing what it was. "Our allies in Central America have just discovered an Original trapped inside this… object of vanity." He opened the bag, and shown the "object of vanity". It was a slim body-sized obsidian mirror, framed in gold in patterns of exotic animals, like feathered jaguars or half-lion, half-dragon creatures. When he put it in the ground, one would expect that it'd fall and break… but that didn't happen.
"An… Original, you say?" Laiota was now more serious… In fact, slightly fearful. "Wh-what's that gotta do with me?" Kazuma looked at him with despise. "It's well-known that you enjoy playing around with the Dark Arts. In fact, it was you who devised a way to bind FREAKs to Natives. So, our kinsman here's been too long imprisoned in this mirror… And it's expected of you to release him." Laiota gasped. "But… An Original!? Here!?"
"Don't worry." Kazuma replied. "He's the type that enjoys mascarades and seeing hearts ripped out. In fact, you should feel honoured. That'll give you more reason to hunt for blood. And you'll surely need to. In fact, for whole days, every now and then." The man had to be joking… What was an Original doing there? Hadn't they all been hunted down? "Just one question." Kazuma sighed. "Yes?"
"Who's he or she?" The old samurai smirked. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" His shape faded away, and he dissapeared from the room. Laiota howled in frustration. This had to be a trap… He was in charge of England, in fact he'd volunteered to do the job, driven by personal motives. And now, that his old enemy had escaped the trap he so carefully set up, they decided to get rid of him… The Originals were often taken for gods in the ancient times. They usually kept a low profile, until they were powerful enough to rule over humans through sheer power. Sometimes blood sacrifices were conducted in their honour, depending of how benevolent or not they were. And since he was likely an Aztec "god"… He'd need a lot of blood.
Laiota stared at the mirror. The polished obsidian blurred his reflection a bit. In fact… It somehow seemed to distort his features. He was horrible, that he knew, and that he coped with. But, the thing he saw in there… His skin had slowly rottened, and his bald head had grown long, white, unruly hair. Below his head, his muscles had grown black, rotten and underdevelloped, hanging from his bones. His clothes were nowhere to be seen… And then he knew, by the touch of cloth against his skin, that the creature in the mirror wasn't him. The beast smiled at him, admiring his surprised expression. It rose its hand, and all Laiota could do was stare as it came closer to his face, as his legs didn't seem to obey…
"Master Laiota!" Giovanni's scream awoke him. "You were… mesmerized by that thing." Laiota blinked. What was "that thing"? "Yes… it seems so." He grabbed the bag from the ground. "Let's put it back here for now." The two men hid once again the sinister mirror. When they were done, Giovanni stared at Laiota. "What?", he asked. "Is there anything else you need, Master?" Laiota sighed. "Yes, that you piss off and order some Ghoul to bring me my dinner." Giovanni grithed his teeth, but said nothing as he walked away.
He sat back in his chair… What was that thing? You can't escape me… Barasab Laiota… "Huh? Who's there?" Someone had spoken directly into his mind… In my good days, I'd happily send you to Hell… Traitor… But I depend on you, it seems… And you depend on me… Otherwise… Your power is forfeit… It had to be… the creature that dwelled in the mirror…
