The owner of the house slowly shuffled towards the Investigator, rubbing his aged, bony hands together.
The man was old. At least in his 60s, if not older, with a slow, shuffling walk and a low, wrinkled face. His eyes however, shined with a youthful energy. He smiled a toothy grin at Simon.
"Young man, have you brought me my family heirloom?"
Simon smirked, reaching into his bag and slowly pulled out the mirror.
"You got my money old man?"
The man was obviously very excited.
"Yes yes, give me my mirror, I beg of you!"
Simon shrugged, and decided to break his usual rule of accepting payment before delivery. After all, what could one old man do? He handed the mirror to him.
The man laughed.
"Heheheeee! At last, its back in my grasp! Now, take a long look into this mirror boy...go on...you can see your reflection now..."
Simon let his curiosity take control of him, leaning down to gaze into the clear depths of the glass. He saw himself in the mirror, the image wavering a bit, like water. Suddenly, something began to pull him...he wouldn't move, something was being yanked out of him. He gasped in pain, unable to draw his gaze.
The man's cackling voice was all he could hear.
"KYAHAHAH! Now! You see, your soul shall be mine! This is one of the powerful Necromatic Weapons, the Pleroma Mirror! It can drain your soul from your living body!"
Damn! The old man was a Necromancer...Simon didn't have much time. Slowly, he ignored the pain, letting his mind focus on the mirror. His vision grew dark, all he could see was a red, beating energy forming around his chest...such intense heat...
He gripped the mirror in his mind, slowly asserting his grip...then twisting it in one sudden movement.
The mirror flipped over and fell to the ground, catching the old man offguard. He fell with it, catching himself with his arms, his face dead centered on the glass.
His body began to shudder and shake, his eyes widened, first in fear, then in pain. He began to gurgle, then cough, white foam coming from his mouth. A red, beating orb ripped from his chest, shooting into the mirror.
The old man suddenly melted into a pile of grey ash, leaving nothing but the mirror behind.
Simon stood shakily, drawing his pistol. He spat at the ground, staggering towards the mirror, laying up on the ground. He closed his eyes, hovering the pistol above the glass.
And pulled the trigger.
There was a cracking shattering noise, then Simon stood back up.
He turned back towards the road and tapped his ear.
Agary, you there? There was a double cross. I'm heading back towards the river. Think you can arrange another water portal for me?
