Temptations
Paladin's long, regal fingers ran along the eye holes of Jack's mask. All that was left of the man, or monster. Whatever he was. A dark red and black aura resonated from the bottom of the mask, wrapping around Paladin's gloved fingers, even piercing through the thick cloth to chill his fingers to the bone. His hair, cut in a scholarly pudding basin, was a light golden, and a transparent halo floated above his head, a show of his good nature.
What was behind the Bronze Gate, the large bridge that led to the large bronze doors and the fiery pits that surrounded him, were surprisingly cool. It was probably only the mask, and in reality, this place was as hot as Skorm's hell. Paladin blinked as he realized his helmet was laying on the floor by his feet. A cool breeze from the open gate made the helmet clink against his plate boots. He looked at it, his sapphire eyes glazing over in wonder,
"When did I take that off?" He thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, the mask's aura crawled up his arm. And an all-too-familiar voice crawled across his skull, Jack Of Blade's demonic voice,
"Wear me… wear me…" Jack's lulling voice whispered, Paladin's head shot to look at the mask,
"Wear me, and gods will envy your power…"
Paladin's sapphire eyes dimmed, and a vision, of everyone in Albion bowing at his feet flickered in his mind. He gasped, and shook his head, the Sword Of Aeons gave a dying green glow on his back. He had killed Theresa, for the power to bring good into this world, and he would not go back on his promise to his sister. Never.
But…
Paladin looked deep into the eyeholes of the mask…
Power gods will envy…
"Wear me…" Jack's silky, tempting voice crawled across his mind once more, "And you shall be immortal…"
Immortal? Is that actually possible. Paladin didn't know, but what he did know, was that, as he reached the mask upwards to put it on his face, something clicked.
He didn't need to destroy it. Not like the hoarse, almost inaudible raspy voice of Scythe was begging him to do…
He would wear it.
Raising the mask up to touch his face, Paladin's eyes widened, and he saw the three souls he had gathered…
Thunder, Briar Rose, The Guildmaster…
He had done all of this for revenge. Grinding his teeth, Paladin chucked the mask, and it landed into the fiery pit, going up into flames. Paladin buckled over and laughed,
"Jack Of Blades is dead! Sing it!"