[ WP ] A magical mirror shows your reflection and your future soulmate . You only see your reflection .

I looked deep into the pane before, attempting to fully comprehend the true meaning of what lay before me. The chanting that had at one point echoed through the hall had died into a whisper. I gazed into the mirror, and was met with my own piercing eyes staring back at me. Or rather, through me. The Demon at the gates had promised to show me my soulmate, the one that I would fall in love with. And all that stood before me was my own form. A shiver ran down my spine. The cold realization had dawned on me in a tide of fear, as my mind was filled with a singular and all consuming thought. That fucking pimple was *still* there. 
 I turned around, and began walking back through the hall, the skull shaped sconce's filled with ethereal blue flame illuminated the almost infinitely long hallway in a ghastly light, one not of the mortal realm. The chanting picked up once more, the demoniacal song of a thousand foul souls, that rumbled and reverberated through my skull, causing my anxiety to spike, constricting my very mind. I stopped for a moment, a sign of weakness, to collect myself. And then, unto the wretched choir I spoke; `` Oh shut the fuck up. You are n't scaring anyone! You're just being a bloody nuisance''. 
 The singers, all one thousand of them stopped for a moment, and contemplated my words, mulling them over in their minds in a similar fashion as one would mull over a mouth full of milk that has passed the expiry date. One singer stood before me, apparently being elected as the speaker of the hoard, a conversation that was lost to my mortal ears. `` Look, mate,'' Said the shadowy figure, `` jobs are a bit tight at the moment, and this pays well. I've got an wife and children, lad. I'm sorry, mate, but tough luck''. What a sod. 
 I finally reached the end of the hall, and approached the Demon of Truths. I looked into it's reptilian eyes, those cold amber orbs filled with the secrets of men, women, and dogs that *did* in fact eat those socks. His cold, icy gaze met mine. We stared at each other for some time before he spoke. `` Oh buggery, wrong room. You want first one the *right*. Sorry about that, I get so confused you know? Anyways, have a nice time''. 
 
 

