✧ brote 

[ Dopplegangers usually signified the devil’s handiwork; a trick of the mind, a demon sent by Necocyaotl, to cause discord within the ranks of those below. They weren’t supposed to look so…different. Usually the mirror was thine, the perfect unchanging reflection, a peaceful pond before the stone. This one bled of ambition, of an evil that he himself should have the strength to possess, a power that he should be strong enough to have. So what made them different? Was this to be his downfall, then; replaced by one more competent? How insulting. ]

“You,” [ he spits, ash on his tongue and fire in his veins, ] “what are you? What do you want?" ✧