Wallenstein carried on looking into the mirror listening to the older man.
"Hmm, now the best way I can describe you Wallenstein is...Is like you're a doll, yeah a doll" smiled the man in the mirror in front of Wallenstein.
"A doll? Lute what are" "Indeed a doll!" Lute smiled butting in the young Wallenstein's sentence.
"If you allow yourself to become the devil you think you are then you'll crack. And you'll keep cracking until there is no part of your body or heart to crack open...Then you shall be put back together, however because you just cracked you will not be the same...No, instead you will be rebuilt into something dark and scary! Your wings and tail shall go and so will your little cute looks and pure heart. Wallenstein, if you become this fixed back doll this version of you will be stuck below it. How low it will be under your new form? Well depends on how much darkness there is your heart" Lute explained.
"Why are you telling me this?" the young Wallenstein asked.
"Ahh, well I don't want you to crack so much that the scary side comes out of you. I don't want that pain for you" Lute said while the older Wallenstein infront of the mirror cried at his words.
"Now, please. Try and make freinds here ok? I want to make sure you atleast have one friend here before I leave" Lute smiled.
"But if you leave then I shall not have any friends" the young Wallenstein said.
"Don't be stupid! You'll make new friends" Lute smiled.
"I don't want to!" the young wallenstein snapped.
"Aww! Wallenstein! Your making it hard to leave!" Lute cried.
"Then don't!" the younger Wallenstein snapped.
"Ahh but I have to, I must get the things I need for my potions. You know this and like I said it is too dangerous for you. Please I won't be long and return in no time, ok?" Lute smiled.
"Fine" the young Wallenstein sighed.
"Yay! That's better!" Lute smiled.
The older Wallenstein was now crying while another scene from his past played out.
"I'm so sorry Wallenstein, but Lute's body was found...He's dead, we think he died because of some sort of illness" said a voice.
"Oh" the young Wallenstein said.
"I'm so sorry... He left you in the care of Avies" said the voice
"Ok" the younger Wallenstein sighed...
"No" cried the older Wallenstein while he looked away from the mirror.
"L...Lute, you lied to me! You never returned to me, I waited and I waited. But you never came back to me!" cried Wallenstein while he lowered his head.
"Oh, why yes he did...He left you to crack and become dark didn't he, what I evil bird he was. Wasn't he" The Sage of Nightmares smirked.
"No, your wrong! Lute...Lute was an amazing man, he took me under his wing and looked after me. He tort me so many things but he never tort me how to deal with the lost of a loved one! I loved him, he was my only friend. He was the only one who I ever got close to and looked up to" Wallenstein said.
Meanwhile Anghel listened to Wallenstein talking to The Sage of Nightmares while he looked down to the black lines on Wallenstein's skin. It was then he knew that Wallenstein's own darkness was slowly destroying him because of The Sage of Nightmares power.
Anghel looked over to Cain who was now slowly getting up to his hands and knees.
"Cain!" Anghel shouted while he ran to Cain and stood in front of him. Cain looked up but then to Wallenstein.
"Huh, his own power is destroying him" Cain smirked.
"Cain please, if we used this to our advantage then we could break Wallenstein into a good person. The person he used to be!" Anghel said.
"Huh, and how are we going to do that? His lines are already destroying him" Cain said.
"Lute! He can save Wallenstein!" Anghel smiled.
"Edelblau, The Great Pigeon! Go get him at once!" Anghel shouted.
"Yes!" Edelblau shouted while she ran off with The Great Pigeon.
"But Anghel, Lute can't remember anything" Cain said.
"He doesn't need to" Anghel smiled.
Meanwhile back to Wallenstein, he was still looking in the mirror back at his hurtful memories.
"You know, if your going to sit around and do nothing then go outside and do it!...Your destroying my beauty!" said a happy voice.
"Beauty? But Avies, I do not see any beauty here. These are dolls, useless!" the young Wallenstein snapped.
"Excuse me! You, you little brat! Get out and don't come back until its time for dinner" Avies snapped.
"I won't come back at all!" snapped the young Wallenstein
"Oh yeah? And where do you plan to go?" Avies asked while he held a doll in his hand.
"I...I don't know, anywhere but here. I am not welcomed here anymore, not after Lute died" the young Wallenstein said
"Everywell" Avies said.
"Thank you, for looking after me for these past three days" said the young Wallenstein while he walked out of the house and out of the city...
"I shouldn't of left, if I didn't the city...The city would be...Wouldn't be" stuttered Wallenstein.
"It wouldn't be destroyed" smirked The Sage of Nightmares while another memory played on the mirror...
To be continued...