Banquet of Masks 1

Jason sat in the driver's seat, his grip on the steering wheel steady, though his mind raced. Beside him, Emily glanced over, her delicate features marred by concern. She reached out and gently placed her hand over his.

"Jason," she said softly, her voice trembling with fear and devotion. "Are you okay? You look… drained."

Jason turned to her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her dark eyes brimmed sincerely. She was a vision of purity and warmth. Funnily enough, those qualities were things that were running away from Jason ever ever so slowly.

Purity and Warmth were not something he had inside him these days. It was pretty clear to him now that all he had was just darkness: darkness and Power. The worst problem was the fact that he had no real problem with that.