"I look perfect," Pride said, without feeling the need to check himself at all, "I am ALWAYS perfect. Don't forget who the ONLY pretty one is around here." He turned his nose up and scrunched up his face, looking down on Mister Sir, who had escaped close to the darkness, saying with disgust, "Ugly One." Vanity could barely look at something like Mister Sir for too long, and instead would have a mind to turn away from him, just for being ugly in Vanity's presence. "Chauncey..." Vanity called, before an image of Vanity appeared before Mister Sir, shining a bright light down upon his head and the darkness that was nearby. Everything would be illuminated by the splendor of Pride, even in the darkest of night. His head was turned away, as if he didn't want to look, but inside of the mirror an image of an ugly and horrendous demon would expose itself, one that mirrored the face of Mister Sir.

Chauncey, which as the Mirror Image of Vanity, and the Demon of Pride that belonged to and took the exact replicated image of Vanity, the Sin of Pride, would replicate the image and abilities of Mister Sir, and Chauncey's face would morph into that of the one whose face looked into the Mirror Image. The demon inside of the mirror began to speak to Mister Sir, exposing all of his faults and flaws that were seen and reflected in the image. "You Talk A Big Game For Someone So Small," the image of Mister Sir said, in his voice, "Maybe You Need To Step Down. Have A Seat. Let Me Take Care Of Things From Now On, Hm?" Chauncey, who now donned Mister Sir's face, smirked condescendingly at him. "You're As Blind As A Bat. Obsolete. You'll Only Get In The Way. We Need Someone With A Little More... How You Say... Finesse?" Chauncey laughed, specifically at Mister Sir, keeping a fair distance from him, yet never actually moving from in front of his face. "You're Washed Up. A Has-Been. Your Services Are No Longer Necessary And You Are Excused Indefinitely." Chauncey would away Mister Sir with the shoo of his hand. "Thank You, Have A Nice Day."

When the light of Pride shone down on the Darkness, none of the people were exposed in the light that were hidden within, but the Archdeacon that had been set up by and for the Great Darkness, itself, would be exposed, finally.

Overhearing the thoughtful words of Mister Sir, and also seeing that his issues with this mirror and the image it showed him were getting the best of him, or at least holding him in check, the Archdeacon would act on his behalf to come to his aid. "How about me, then?" he said, stepping forth and between both Mister Sir and the Mirror that reflected his image. "What do you see about me? Hopefully you are able to see something more than you do in the one behind me." The Archdeacon would wait patiently to be judged by Pride, who deemed himself higher than everyone to the point where he could make such snap decisions, and his word actually had some sort of impact or influence. "Maybe I can be of assistance to you, in place of this 'Mister Sir?'" The Archdeacon peered into the Mirror, waiting to see what sort of image would be cast in it, be it his own or something from elsewhere.

Mister Sir waited patiently for the mirror to cast his reflection in it. Once he heard his own voice spoken through that of Pride, he chuckled to himself, as if it were what he was waiting for. "And Apparently, I'm The Blind One," he muttered to himself, smugly, similarly to how Pride acted toward him. "If I Am So Ugly, Pride, Then Why Have You Taken On My Image? I Thought You Were So Far Above That." Mister Sir knew that Pride always wanted to be superior, and fighting him for superiority was actually the wrong move. Instead, taking a more submissive role and allowing the one blinded by his own light, as Mister Sir had seen through his own transcendence of his own light, would be a better option. "Look How Far You've Stooped, And For Little Old Me, At That. I'm Touched." His smile widened, yet Mister Sir did not move from his place. He felt someone moving from out of the darkness and became alert, but was nowhere near concerned. "Don't Get Yourself Dirty Trying To Taint An Image. Pride Is A Terrible Sin." Mister Sir calmly folded his hands behind his back, saying and doing nothing more from there. An ever present smirk remained on his face, however, and his eyes were still sealed shut. He reflected deeply, but not through Pride nor the image of Vanity that was left behind. He retreated into his mind, where there was great illumination, but kept his mouth shut. He allowed the one who stepped forward to speak for him to do just that, having no issue nor concern. There was no power struggle.

"Don't Be Such A Stiff," The Mirror Image of Mister Sir proclaimed, with the face of Chauncey up above now peeking from the corner of his eye at the Archdeacon. "Here, Let Me Help You." Chauncey floated backward at a high speed whilst the Mirror Image darted forward, creating a physical image of Mister Sir that was under Chauncey's control, something like a doppelganger. It lunged directly at the Archdeacon, whilst Chauncey now reflected the image of the Archdeacon that was attacked in his mirror's image. "I do admit," Chauncey spake through the new reflection in his Mirror, "This is much more becoming." The head of the mirror, Chauncey, himself, would fluff up his hair, throwing his luscious locks back over his shoulder gracefully, laughing haughtily. "But with a new face in the Mirror, the old one is of no more use."

Mister Sir would thrust a blazing palm straight at the Archdeacon at a high speed, with Chauncey hovering backward with his new face held captive, and a new piece for him to use to his will, laughing all the while. "Ohohohoho~!" Without turning away from them to make sure they did not seek to escape, Chauncey would float up into the sky, his Mirror beginning to glow. He orbited the area cautiously, as if searching for something, not taking his eyes off of the ground for a moment, even though he shifted his body in order to get a better shot.

The Archdeacon immediately darted to the side after being attacked by the burning image, narrowly escaping the blow. "STOP!" cried the Archdeacon, who could see that the mirror man was getting away. He raised his hand up into the air, as if trying to reach out to grab Chauncey, but it was too late. Still, as he avoided the blow, the Archdeacon continued to speak out. "See how you lunge at the chance to harm one that means you none? That is not what an Archdeacon does, nor is that my image!" This Piece on the field, of whom resembled a holy, peace-loving man, would not turn his back away from one that was in danger, nor would he issue out any sort of order like it. "That is nothing but an unholy demon in that mirror! And if it is not reflecting me, a holy, peace-loving man, when who, pray tell, is that image of?"

Certainly, casting a reflection of Mister Sir would be easy for a Sinner; merely replicate the Sin and project it as it comes. Yet, for a Sinner to reflect a holy, righteous man was much more difficult, and now that the Archdeacon's image was there, one of two things had to happen. Either Chauncey, who was reflecting the image, would have to mirror the Archdeacon exactly or come to terms with the fact that the image was fake and thereby both ineffective and unreal. "My image is more becoming for a reason, but I think, after seeing me, you will find that yours is not so." The Archdeacon, clearly a wise man, would smile chiefly, knowing he had cornered the rather vain entity that thought so highly of his own image, he could not truly reflect anyone else's. "You can only expose more of yourself, but you cannot show me myself through you."

Mister Sir would thrust a blazing palm straight, just like the Mirror Image of himself once he felt its vibrations enter the atmosphere near him and distort the wavelengths with its presence. "No Matter How Faint, Every Image Casts A Light," he said, his own blazing palm meeting in the exact center with the hand of the image, right where the collision with the Archdeacon would have been. He gripped the hand tightly, with the incorporeal flames allowing him to touch and physically hold AND burn what was also intangible or metaphysical. "Every Light Wave, No Matter How Faint, Causes A Distortion Just By Existing." With their palms locked and Mister Sir's own transcendent power able to take hold of even what could not be touched by the normal hand, the Mirror Image of himself should have been locked in place and either destroyed or forced into a 'Game Of Shadows' with Mister Sir, himself. "Mirror Match," he said with a smug chuckle, as if it were what he were waiting for.

"Go," he said to the Archdeacon that fought on his behalf, "I Have No Qualms With You." Mister Sir had undergone some sort of righteous change of heart, that much was clear. To what degree was left to be determined, but his actions spoke for themselves, and his words only fortified them. "I Will Catch Up." Whilst the Archdeacon had an opening, this was the time for him to escape. Mister Sir could handle himself from here. "This Is Personal."

To the Image, if it hadn't been destroyed on contact, Mister Sir would lunge a flickering hand stiffened to a point, something like a blade or spear, with intent to stab and/or puncture the reflection straight through the chest and destroy it that way.

When Chauncey saw and heard these things that the Archdeacon had said and that Mister Sir had done, immediately, the image inside of his Mirror would crack, causing Chauncey severe pain. "AUUUUUUUGGHH!!!" He shrieked in a bloodcurdling pain and fury, as if hot blood had been thrown directly on his body "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEAUTIFUL IMAGE!?" Without Vanity there to mentor him or for Chauncey to reflect, he was nothing more than a broken image. Blood squirted from out of the cracks of the broken mirror, all down the image of the Archdeacon, who would also be screeching and contorting into something that looked more like Chauncey, except in the appearance of a man rather than a hand mirror. "I SHOULD NEVER HAVE EVEN LOOKED AT SUCH AN INSIPID THING LIKE YOU! THIS IS WHY WE DON'T MESH!!! THIS IS WHY YOUR KIND AND MY KIND DO NOT MIX!!!" He grabbed hold of his head, spiraling out of control the more he thought about how ugly he was becoming. He could barely fly straight, and now had conflicting feelings that clashed with himself and his goals. "THIS IS WHY WE ONLY LOOK DOWN AT YOU UGLY THINGS!!" The Demon inside of the mirror, which looked like Chauncey as a human, cried out, poking ferociously at the ones below, casting blame, judgment, slander, defamation and everything else that could be applied that came to his mind solely out of sheer rage for his broken image.

"My face..." The Demon cried, "My beautiful face..." He hovered back and forth, blood still pouring, like a gutted lamb still trotting on for dear life. When pieces of the mirror fell from his body, Chauncey nearly lost his already fractured mind. The Demon in the mirror grasped his hair, and the Mirror itself would Mirror the Image, and they would both shake viciously and violently, as if having a seizure, with many grotesque and ugly faces all appearing or being made at once, something like when a person was going through an emotional fit. The one beautiful smirking haughty face was now a collection of demonic emotions, something like Depression, Hatred, and pure feral ferocity. "I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU I'LL--" He couldn't think of what to do. "Oh no, I need my pieces... I need all of them, or else I'll never be beautiful again..." The bloody mirror began to bawl, whilst the image inside would screech and hiss, hunching over as blood completely consumed it, and the broken shards of the mirror continued to fall piece by piece off toward the ground.

With all of the sheer horrendous emotion, this would feed the flames of the Mirror Image of Mister Sir, causing it to grow in strength and definition, rather than to be destroyed immediately. Feeling this, the bloody Demon, which had two ugly faces; one with a hysterical insane smile and the other with a disgustingly depressed and twisted enraged face, would break out of the mirror and shoot toward the image of Mister Sir at a high speed, as if to possess it. "HISSSSSSSHHHHHKKKKI!!!!!" It cried, as though it had suddenly lost all form of composure in a hell bent attempt to get the goal accomplished. The discarded hand mirror would return to being a normal hand mirror and fall straight to the ground, shattering and breaking completely.

Chauncey, the Demon of Pride, who was now possessing the Mirror Image of Mister Sir, would take on that form as his new 'Mirror Image,' instead of being the Mirror Image of 'Vanity,' who had moved on. "Now I'm Stuck With This UGLY Face And UGLY Form Instead Of My Beautiful Image I Had Before." The interlocked hand would grow in strength and intensity, so much so, it could break the bones of Mister Sir's and hold off his flames from burning up the arm. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" The hand that was lunged at Chauncey would immediately, with demonic reflex, be knocked away and retaliated to in what seemed to be the exact same motion, with the claw-like hand of Chauncey darting toward Mister Sir's face, as if to rip it straight from his skull. "UGLY OOOOOOONE!!!!!!"

"God Bless You," the Archdeacon cried to Mister Sir, "May your righteousness follow you, and not your misdeeds." Before dawdling too long, the People that were still shrouded in the darkness would be led out of the area at the utmost haste whilst Chauncey, this foul Demon of Pride, exposed his true face outside of the image he'd taken on and reflected, and was now attempting to take on a different form like that of Mister Sir as his new appearance. It was quite the grotesque scene, and the Archdeacon who led the people was certain to keep them far away from the discarded vessel that was the broken mirror and walking along the shadows as they entered the area. The Archdeacon, himself, would converge back into the shadows after playing his part, humbly, at that, and would continue to guide the people to their salvation. They would vacate the premises promptly, without looking back.