#another trauma for green bean ofc

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Don't talk to him, he's angy rn

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*angry beans noises*

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"For the first time she saw a human face in her ruler."

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The two of our boys together, chibi version! Body swap!

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"Lloyd was never a villain.

But first his father's sacrifice, and then Wu's disappearance, had hit him hard. In the end, he gave up and became what you are now."

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"I will bring this world to its knees... I will show you people how wrong you were! You thought you knew what fear and pain are? So you will see how powerful it is as a weapon!

Kneel, because a new Lord Garmadon has just been born!"

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*in the fanart a translation of a fragment of the song "Elektryczny" by the band Męskie Granie Orkiestra was used

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It's amazing how a person can change when there is no mirror next to him...

CHAPTER IV

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If Lloyd had to pick one of the strangest, scariest and worst events in his life, this landed in the top spot, jointly with the possession by the former Master of the Wind.

Seriously, can't he just have a moment of peace? It doesn't ask for much. Although perhaps the moment the golden weapons floated in his company, the contract with the universe for peaceful days was irretrievably broken. And now he had to sit on the throne and see the faces of the terrified servants of what he now was.

You have read well. This thing had a servant and a throne.

"Does the Lord need anything else?" one of the women asked in a trembling voice. She was in her fifties, as evidenced by the wrinkles on her face and her gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. Just like her voice and her whole body trembled, Lloyd couldn't help but feel that if he made any uneasy movements the old woman would either pass out from fright or have a heart attack. He really, really wanted to comfort her in this moment and tell her that she didn't have to be so scared, but he couldn't. He still didn't quite know what situation he was in and he didn't want the wrong person to find out about it.

And right now, he couldn't trust anyone.

"Not Antoinette. You can leave." he barely refrained from saying "thank you" at the beginning of the second sentence. The issue of his habits and being nice would definitely not help him in his current situation. If he didn't want to give himself away, he had to behave at least a little like the body he was in.

And with the sheer terror etched into the faces of the people before him, it wasn't hard to figure out how this person was acting.

Indeed, he genuinely felt sorry for these people.

It didn't take long before the servants, prompted by the order and apparently exceptionally good humor of their ruler, quickly left for their duties. No one wanted to be in Lord Garmadon's crosshairs, not today or ever. And in the field of fire, when he goes into a rage, which has happened to him quite often in recent times.

Lloyd at this time sighed softly and rested his chin on his hand. He had to think about how to find himself in this new, extremely negative situation for him. After all, he won't tell everyone that he's not the deadly creature they handle on a daily basis - at best they'll think he's crazy and ignore his words. At worst... they can take advantage of this and just kill him. Oh, the blonde would give his arm that at least one person wants to deprive this creature of life. He wouldn't mind, after all, he'd probably killed someone himself, so the score would at least be somewhat evened.

Unfortunately, there was a problem here. He was the creature now, and he didn't want to die because of it. It's happened to him once, and it's enough for him to live until the actual end.

"Lord...?" if he could, he would really hang it himself or publicly execute it. Or was he burned alive? Or ordered to drown. Although... can Oni drown? Or burn? All in all, quite an interesting question. "Lord?!"

At that moment, he had a small heart attack. He didn't notice that someone had entered the room, but he also realized the meaning of his own thoughts. After all... he didn't mean that at all! He wouldn't be able to kill anyone, much less-!

Okay Lloyd, calm down now. Someone has come and apparently has something very important to say.

Assuming a mask of indifference on his face (which he hoped was at least a common sight in the horned man's facial expressions), he looked at the person who had really kept his sadistic thoughts from continuing.

Before him stood a woman whose style of dress and makeup reminded Lloyd of the geisha seen in several Ninjago history books and on Chen Island - a woman who was supposed to entertain guests at parties with her playing instruments or dancing. Her kimono was quite simple, bottle green in color with a light green nagajuban peeking out from underneath. A light purple obi was worn around his waist, which contrasted quite well with the color of the overall outfit (and, as Lloyd must have thought, was a reference to his past. Though perhaps he's interpreting it too much here). While the kimono itself had no patterns and was plain, everything that was decorative was on the woman's face and hair. Her complexion was white, probably painted with a specially designed paint, and her eyelids were decorated with red. The hairdo was pinned up in a rather traditional style, with (oddly enough) two silver buns stuck into two buns topped with small dark purple pom-poms. Lloyd also noticed the comb, the ridge protruding from the smaller bun.

Interestingly, however, the woman did not have black hair, but completely white. On both sides of the face flowed a strand that the blond described as an intentional procedure. After all, no properly prepared and disciplined geisha would not choose to do that.

"The Lord told me to inform you when Master Kai arrives." Lloyd's clear thoughts were pulled out of the woman's voice again, at which he was now looking a bit thoughtlessly. And only then, as if by magic, did he realize why in the corners of his mind there was a belief that he knew her.

Because it was. He knew her all too well, and his heart did a flip in his chest at the thought.

"Harumi...?"

Stranger to tender, tender feelings,

He eats earthly food,

Greedily swallowing the battle smoke

And blood on all the fields of defeat*

What sins did he get himself here for? And why the hell are these people so nice?

Watching the training of local Ninjas from the stands, he couldn't help but have the impression that everyone here is treated like siblings. It was a truly embarrassing performance for him, giving him unnecessary nostalgia and disgust at the mere memories.

Treating anyone as an equal was pathetic. The world was all about strength and dominance. It was these principles that he adopted at home, and in his humble opinion, the world under his shoe functioned perfectly.

"Hi. How are you?" Only after a moment did he realize that a woman had joined him. He glanced at her.

It was strange to see Nya in her human form. Just after he took power, at his command, she merged with the ocean, so that it would be easier for him to control the water as well. She also had Jay to help, who patrolled the waters on the ship.

"Better, thanks for asking." The blonde smiled at the same time, unable to stop thinking how susceptible they were to a lie.

Lloyd, of course, felt great, perfect, except perhaps for the examples of empathy they gave him.

This was driving him nauseous.

"No problem. Scream if something happens." A giggle left the black-haired girl's lips, to which the boy turned his head and rolled his eyes.

Oh God, how they annoy me!

"Yeah right. But you know..." He got up from his seat and smiled apologetically. "I guess I'll just go lie down. It will help me more."

"Oh, sure! Take a nap or something"

He nodded at her words and walked down the bleachers to his counterpart's room.

Rage was boiling inside him. How he hated being nice! Especially since now he apparently had to imitate the behavior of his previous, even nice and good to puke! As soon as he finds who's responsible, he'll tear his throat out and tear his limbs from their joints!

Frustrated, he slammed the door and sat on the bed, his hands clutching the covers. He hated the feeling of weakness, but he was beginning to get the feeling that it would stay with him for longer.

On the other hand, he could just burn the place down and murder everyone. Even in this form, he was eventually strong enough to defeat everyone. After all, he had Oni blood in him, one good stimulus was enough to release all the worst in this body.

He involuntarily looked down at the creamy skin of his hand, an unbearably healthy contrast to which he was accustomed on a daily basis.

Unless the boy has blocked his legacy. It was an extremely pathetic and foolish move, but very, very possible for this version of events.

Unfortunately, apparently everyone here was a fool and continued to listen to this old man Wu. In his world, HE pulled the strings, thanks to Lloyd, everyone discovered their power and true potential! You could take whatever you wanted if you were high enough.

The only rule in doing this is not to trust anyone. If he wasn't strong enough, his former "friends" would have dethroned him long ago and brought chaos to the world. huh? He kept them under him, and they outwardly displayed loyalty to him.

Fear and terror are truly powerful tools.

He didn't even notice when he lay down. He didn't bother taking his shoes off because why would he? He could lie in them too. Although he knew that here the servants would not change the sheets, but only himself.

It was bloody disrespectful and simply unworthy of his level.

He reached for the broken mirror on the nightstand. Almost from the beginning he realized that it was not ordinary crap, but an object filled with serious, dark magic, most likely coming from the world of Oni. And it was most likely the reason for his little trip. But where did this kid get that mirror? He didn't know that. After all, such artifacts don't just lie on the street, and in his world such a thing was not possible.

He ran his fingertips over the image of the naked woman holding up the mirror. The magic circulating inside him tingled his skin, but in a not very pleasant way. It's at least like the feeling of getting a muscle spasm.

It will probably be some time before he learns how to use this piece of silver. But what can he do at this time?

There were two options. Continue to pretend to be a sweet sugary Green Ninja or, on the contrary, try to pull the strings and create chaos. And chaos in the team also means chaos in the city.

Because Oni are by nature andcreatures that love chaos and discord...

It wasn't hard to guess what the Golden Lord's decision was

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*Excerpt from the poem "My Demon" (1830-1831) by Mikhail Lermontov

Pssst. This is how Harumi looks here 👇

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Oni Lloyd is very fun to draw

Oh My God, your drawings are so beautiful *-*

I'm glad that someone likes this Lloyd so much that they decided to draw him ^^ it's pure fun

Thank you for this, you made my day (evening actually)

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Quick sketch. This is the elder of the butlers, Joseph

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Just when you think it can't get any worse... and suddenly a mirror appears

CHAPTER I

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"Lloyd, hurry up! We're here to scout, not to watch!"

The blond sighed softly, fixing his hair, which decided to make a trip straight to his eyes. He also wrapped himself more tightly in the shirt he was wearing.

Mornings in Ninjago City weren't the warmest, especially at this time of year and where they were. Today, they weren't defeating villains out to annihilate their team or take over the city, but... they were walking around a flea market.

Yes, you read it right.

If they had left at the normal hour, Lloyd would probably have found it a pleasant walk, perhaps even a relaxing one. Unfortunately, the normal time to appear in such a place is early morning, usually when the whole city is still asleep and the air is unpleasantly crisp. Oh, how much he would give to go back to his warm bed and sink into the land of dreams again! It was the first time in a very long time that they could rest without the piercing feeling of danger in their heads.

Going to this market was already one challenge. Another was to keep full focus, because in such a place something can easily happen.

Although... it didn't seem like it at all.

Old furniture placed on the pavement amazed with details carved in wood, which are now in vain to look for in new, much less durable (and certainly lighter) furniture. People were setting up small tables and blankets, on which they put all sorts of things. From small coins and jewelry to milk cans that used to be used instead of glass bottles and then cartons.

In other words, you could find literally anything here.

Lloyd, on the one hand, admired these people because he knew that most of them would have to get up really early and take their seats in order to line up here. But on the other hand... he was aware that some people had no other choice. Some of the sellers came from smaller towns or even villages surrounding Ninjago, and there was no way to make good money there. So often people's lives depended on how well the goods they offered could be sold.

It took Lloyd a moment to realize he was alone.

Slightly panicked, he looked around to find his companions, but couldn't see anyone. Even Kai's gelled hair, and believe me, it was easy to spot in the crowd!

"Excuse me, young man... don't you want to buy something?"

Pulled from his thoughts of finding the team as soon as possible, he looked at the woman who was most likely talking to him.

She was an older person. The fragile creature was sitting on a blanket, which apart from clothes was probably the only thing that separated her body from the cold, stone pavement. Judging by the rather light, probably linen clothes and the worn shawl in her hair, the blond man could guess that she came from one of the provinces. Silver hair was partly coming out of her face, just like Lloyd's a moment earlier. But the eyes...

Her eyes were sharp. Dark, reminiscent of obsidian or the inside of a bottomless well. Seeing that she caught the young man's attention, she smiled.

"Please see what I have here. Maybe you'll like something. she encouraged, pointing to the goods on the sheet of fabric."

Lloyd, more out of kindness than interest, crouched down to give the appearance of searching. To make it more credible, he began to move some objects in his hand.

Old watches with a cracked dial or without a strap. Silver cutlery and bracelets. Black and white photos, slightly worn by time or singed. He knew he would have to wash his hands later because all these things were covered in dust or some other kind of dirt.

Nothing that would...

"Huh?"

The blond's attention was caught by a silver handle, unlike the cutlery (obviously incomplete, but that's a detail). Curious, he reached for it, pulling it out from under the pile of things.

What he initially thought was a decorative envelope knife turned out to be a hand mirror. On the handle was carved a naked woman who seemed to wrap her arms around the mirror. It must have been made of silver, but he didn't know that. And it was as dirty as the rest of the stuff on the blanket.

"Ah, this mirror is very, very old. Passed down from generation to generation in my family." The old woman gave the teenager a smile. " Unfortunately, it broke some time ago and I am forced to sell it."

Really. Only now did Lloyd notice that the glass was broken. There were a few scratches and cracks running through it. There was even a piece missing in one place.

On the one hand, the blonde was somehow captivated by this mirror, but on the other hand, he was not going to buy it. It was damaged, what was it for? And it was silver, so it must have been hellishly expensive, and he didn't have that kind of money on him.

"All you have to do is clean them and replace the mirror. Do you have a loved one who would love such a gift?"

His hand froze as he was about to put down the mirror. Then he remembered that Nya would celebrate her birthday soon, and he had been wondering for a long time what he should give her. She may not have been the type of girl to go overboard with her appearance, but... she was a girl.

So he already had a reason to buy this little trinket. There was a second, more important issue.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I have that much money." admitted the ashamed boy. The old woman was obviously very keen on selling the mirror, but part of her wasn't surprised. It's her way of making money, after all.

"Oh, that's no problem!" The woman said a bit too enthusiastically, waving her hand. "How much you have?"

Why didn't Lloyd's red light go off then? He didn't know, maybe it was the woman's appearance that deceived him? Oh, and the smell. She smelled like mothballs and mothballs, someone like that can't be angry! Right?

The blond dug in the pocket of his sweatshirt first, then his pants. He found about five coins, each with a different denomination. With that, he could have bought a small portion of noodles at Chen's Restaurant, not a silver mirror! It was embarrassing to offer him such an amount.

But the old lady was faster. Seeing the coins, she snatched them from his hand, pressing in an old, dusty mirror instead.

"This will be enough." she smiled pleasantly.

Lloyd stood confused for a moment, as if trying to grasp what had just happened. All he managed to do was say a quiet "Thank you", and then he moved mechanically towards the market exit.

What the hell was that?

"Lloyd, boy, there you are!" He felt a tap on his shoulder and then saw the black hair.

Cole.

"Sorry ... I stared at one stand and then I couldn't find you." admitted a slightly embarrassed blond, hiding his earlier purchase in his hoodie.

"Cool." he threw shortly, after a while leading the blonde to the rest.

By the time they got back to the convent, Lloyd had forgotten about the mirror. Training consumed him completely, and then time together with the team. He returned to his room only in the evening, when it was time for him to sleep.

He noticed a mirror lying on his bed, so having a moment of time, he decided to clean it at least minimally.

The silver casing went first. Fortunately, it was easier to clean than the ninja thought. All it took was toothpaste, an old brush, and a few minutes for the black residue to disappear, revealing a shiny material in the lamplight. He also cleaned the glass, only here the patent with the paste did not work. He had to use window cleaner and be really, really, really careful.

Unfortunately, it didn't do much. At some point, the paper towel he used to clean the mirror tore, and his finger ran over the cracked glass, leaving a cut. He hissed, but some blood had already dripped onto the mirror. He quickly wiped it away, however, and finished cleaning the mirror, finally seeing his own reflection.

He didn't even realize that this little drop of blood would be the beginning of his troubles.

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Every mirror has two sides. One we see every day, and the other is hidden from the world

CHAPTER III

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Lloyd's first thought was that he was seeing his father's reflection in the mirror. And there was absolutely nothing strange about it.

His skin was never gray, marked by white squiggles.

There were never black horns on his head.

And his eyes were never purple.

The only thing he was familiar with was his blond, almost ashen hair.

Only after a while did he realize that the figure staring at him in horror in the mirror was none other than himself. It wasn't his father. True, it was Oni, but... HE was the Oni.

The blond quickly felt his breath tremble and his limbs become like cotton wool and refuse to obey. He did not feel the cold surface of the mirror under his fingers, did not feel the tears flowing on his gray, inhuman skin.

First Spinjitzu Master, why was he a monster?! He was what he had always feared the most! He became a copy of his own father! He wanted to scream. Scream at the top of your voice until it tears your throat.

He was scared. He was so afraid of what had happened here. In fact, he didn't know anything about it! What must have happened to make it like this?! Is that why those two men were so scared or was there something else behind it?!

He felt small and so very, very vulnerable. Just like at the beginning of his adventure as the Green Ninja - he knew absolutely nothing about the power that sprouted in him from the day he was born. He knew nothing of the responsibility he would have to bear as the chosen one. Suddenly, all eyes were on him, waiting to see if he could defeat his own father. Will he be able to fulfill the prophecy, which in fact was only a scrap of parchment! For pity's sake, he was only ten years old at the time, and the responsibility for the whole world had been dumped directly on his shoulders! It was a miracle he hadn't collapsed yet. Though he had to admit, it was close. Especially after he had to sacrifice his childhood to save his friends.

He remembered the first moments after he found himself in a new, adult body. Limbs too long for his habits, a lower voice and a complete confusion... Then he didn't break down.

However, when he was left alone in his room, the tears flowed.

At the memory of that feeling, he wiped away the ones that were making their way up his chin.

"It's the same now, Lloyd." he thought as he stepped away from the mirror and tried not to look at it. "It's just like that tea. You'll be fine, you're the Green Ninja after all!"

Only now was the question...

Was he still in this world?

One drop of blood

Whispers

One drop is enough,

to discover its mirror destiny

From the moment the blonde opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong.

Probably if his head didn't hurt so much he would yell at the servants why they haven't opened the curtains in his chamber yet. Why doesn't anyone wake him up, what time was it?!

Useless people!

With a loud growl coming out of his throat, he got out of the bed, which he thought was too hard for the one he slept in every day. He didn't recognize the bedding either.

Only then did the drowsiness that still obscured his mind disappear, and its place was taken by suspicion and readiness to parry the attack, which in his opinion should come soon.

He knew and felt that he was no longer in his chamber, much less in the palace. This was indicated not only by the appearance of the room, but also by its aura. He did not feel the oppressive atmosphere prevailing in the walls so well known to him, which were not here either.

So everything pointed to one thing: someone or something had kidnapped him.

Nervous, he combed his hair and it was another moment when he realized that something was very wrong here. He looked at his hand.

It was creamy. Human. With normal, short nails. Not with claws.

He quickly touched his head. He didn't feel the weight of his horns before, but he put it down to habit. After all, he had them for several years.

He didn't feel them.

Increasingly nervous, he began to look for any mirror, and various scenarios formed in his head.

Had someone stripped him of his powers? Or cut off the horns?! Or is it some goddamn trick caused by magic?!

He hated magic!

Another growl escaped his throat as he spotted a handheld silver mirror on the nightstand. He quickly grabbed them in those weak, human hands and saw himself.

The first thing he saw was the green of his eyes. So juicy, bringing to mind the color of fresh grass or spring buds on trees. It was a color he remembered vaguely like the one he had when he was younger.

Before everything fell apart.

Before green replaced purple.

Curious, he touched his face, examining the softness and texture of the slightly pale skin. In thought, he even opened his mouth to check if the fangs so well known to him were in place.

As expected, those too were gone. True, they were slightly larger than a normal human, but not as powerful as the ones he was used to.

He looked... he looked exactly rightlike him. From the past. When everything was fine.

Or not, but not quite. He looked a little older.

"Lloyd?" He heard a knock on the door and a voice behind it. His body instantly tensed and he instinctively reached for the dagger he always had with him.

Of course he didn't have it. Nothing was right here!

A moment later, a brown-eyed brunette with spiky hair entered the room. In his eyes he did not see the mockery and sadism that had settled in his eyes for good.

No... this Kai was different from the one he had dealt with. The look showed concern for him and joyful sparks danced in it.

Pathetic.

Has he gone back to the past?

"Wow, you're already up. Early for you." The fire master laughed, and Lloyd's mind told him to wipe the smirk off his face. Preferably by tearing it off with his whole face, which was nothing new to him.

He had long ago given up what people called compassion. He created a world in which such a thing was a weakness, and those who confessed it quickly found out about it!

"Hey, are you there?"

Damn, he thought again. This has been happening surprisingly often lately.

"I'm sorry, Kai." He spoke for the first time since waking up. He was surprised that his voice was so smooth. Soft. But also low enough, for which he was grateful.

"Relax. Let's go to breakfast, Zane has made your favorite pancakes." The boy in red gi smiled as he left the room, and the blonde, after a moment's hesitation, followed him.

He eagerly explored where he was, and a slight smile appeared on his face at the thought.

It didn't matter that he didn't look like him. Inside, he was still the same ruthless monster. Oni.

The Golden Lord and

The new Lord Garmadon.

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Sometimes, however, it's better when we don't see our reflection in the mirror

CHAPTER II

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After a few minutes, the mirror shone on the bedside table, and Lloyd, clearly proud of the work he had done on it, lay on the bed. The clock read 10:15 p.m., which was the perfect time for sleep, considering that Master usually woke them up at six o'clock for a morning warm-up. Not that the blonde gets up on it with the greatest pleasure, although it is necessary to keep in shape.

Anyone ever seen a slow ninja? Exactly.

With that in mind, he adjusted the pillow under his head and settled into a fetal position, allowing the ghosts to take over his mind and drown him in dreams of which he had no idea.

He was in the dark, someone was calling him. He couldn't tell who it was, but the voice sounded strangely familiar. What was that someone shouting...?

“Garmadon...”

Wait, Garmadon? Were the ghosts of the past making themselves felt?

“Lord...!”

“Lord Garmadon!”

The voice was definitely beyond his dream's imagination. But why does someone call out his father's old title? Consciousness slowly returned to the body, weaving it from the embrace of the land of dreams. Until he finally managed to wake up, which he announced with a grunt of displeasure.

From the moment the blonde opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong.

It wasn't his room. It wasn't his bed. Or...

"We shouldn't have woken him... he'll sentence us to death!"

Huh?

Lloyd, not fully realizing what was going on, quickly looked around. He noticed more and more details saying that the room he was in wasn't the one he fell asleep in. And there was one more, quite important detail.

Two young men stood beside his bed. Dressed in shirts and suit pants, they looked like lackeys, which was another thing that unnerved him. And their expressions... showed pure horror as soon as he looked at them.

"Sorry... we're sorry we woke the Lord up..." said one of the boys. His voice and his whole body trembled like aspen, and a bead of sweat ran down his temple.

"We were afraid... because the Lord didn't want to wake up at..." added the second, as nervous as his friend.

The blonde was completely stunned at this point. Why were these men so terrified? Why did they call him "Lord"? And the most important...

Why was he apparently the cause of their horror?

"Nothing happened, calm down...?" he wanted to create an aura of security for them, but as soon as he smiled, the terror in their eyes turned deadly. And that wasn't the only thing he hadn't anticipated.

It is known to all and sundry that the speaker hears his own voice differently than the interlocutor. However, what came out of the Green Ninja's throat was definitely not his.

The voice he spoke was deeper and hoarser. Lloyd even compared him to those of heavy smokers whose lungs fail to cope with an unhealthy habit.

Another thing that surprised him was the fact that he almost bit his tongue while saying these words, and the reason was two sharp teeth that weighed heavily on him with their presence in his mouth. Blond, due to the fact that the Oni blood flowed in his veins, already had slightly longer fangs than a normal human, but they definitely did not resemble the size of the ones he had now! He felt a bit like a vampire at the moment and might even find that a pretty cool feeling, but he had more important things on his mind right now.

"Lord has a meeting today... with Master Kai... he will come with an assistant." One of the servants' voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Hearing his friend's name, he breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then an unpleasant shiver ran down his spine again.

Master Kai?

At that time, two men looked at the Lord, expecting any movement from him, and even begging for one. Lord Garmadon rarely allowed himself to act recklessly, and such actions could mean the worst - someone's death.

The poor people have only recently worked at the Jade Palace and have already witnessed how unbalanced and cold their master is! An atmosphere of fear permeated the walls of this palace just as water passes through a sieve. He will always find a way. So the terrified butlers had no choice but to stand and wait for the moment that could change their lives or, on the contrary, end them quickly.

The elder of them, Joseph, still had a scene from two weeks ago: An unnamed maid had been stabbed to death in front of all the servants for looking into their master's eyes without permission. He would have run away from this place if he could, but he couldn't.

None of the servants left this palace alive! And even if he managed to escape, if only he had the chance... his family would most likely be punished instead of him. They would be killed, and before that their high treason sentence would be read to them! It didn't matter that it wasn't true.

Those who ruled the city didn't care.

"Thank you. You can leave." Lord's voice heard. They bowed rigidly and Joseph prayed that you would not notice the stroke of sweat dripping over his forehead. Invisible ropes tearing their bodies in rigid positions only let go when they left behind the door to the Lord chamber closed from the outside.

Although they did not say it aloud they both knew that they would never let the ruler be scaled again. Moments of horror that they experienced at those moments will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

Although Lloyd he doubled and he threatened with his thoughts he could not understand who these people were and why they called him "Lord". Although not, the amendment knew they were a service. Only who did they serve? Him? It's ridiculous, there was a ninja, not some emperor!

Thoughts were more and more swirling in his head and he would be really grateful if somehow someone pulled them out of him and replaced them with empty. He knew, however, that he would never have so well.

Life simply loved to complicate himself, and troubles pulled to him like flies. And he was this stick.

Misty for trouble.

The boy took a while to delay bed, but when he did it, he saw something from the black corner of his eye. He told with anxiety, he turned his head in that direction, but he saw nothing. Only a mirror that was hanged on the wall.

Oh, wonderful. Maybe he will finally find out what there is so much noise!

He set off in a mirror confidently and looked at his reflection. For a moment he completely did not reach what he saw, although when he reached him he felt as if someone had thrown a whole bucket of ice behind the shirt.

A monster looked at him from the mirror surface.

Demon.

Oni.

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Hey!

I know, my profile will be mostly based on drawings, but that doesn't mean I won't post other things too!

What is it about? You see, apart from Tumblr, I also write on Wattpad (in Polish, but it's not a problem). I decided to publish a chapter of my story here and see for yourself if you like this form!

My wattpad name: Nightmare-She