Tossing another book across the room, Jason let out a string of curses in frustration. He'd spent days and nights, hell, he'd spent weeks in search of this ancient library, going through every little challenge, and the moment he got here the fire mage had read every damn book he assumed was useful. Yet, there was nothing, absolutely nothing written about how to undo dark magic corruption. Damn this place, damn the Joker, damn himself, damn you.

Six months ago, you were still his, well, not really his, more like his close friend/clanmate, but still, you were on his side, the only person he could feel comfortable around ever since his resurrection, ever since he was still a young lad even. But of course, he never got anything good in life for long.

During a mission, you two ran into the Joker, yes, the evil jester, Jason's killer. Time could fly, but even though it'd been years, the villain's sinister laughter still haunted Jason like a everlasting nightmare. It was as if all of the fire mage's defense shattered the moment he faced that clown, he felt like drowning, suffocating, like his mind simply shut down at the maniac's taunts.

And the moment he thought he was about to die again, you jumped in.

Jason's heart almost stopped out of shock, but the Joker's spell didn't kill you, no, it corrupted you, consuming your mind and soul, turning you evil.

It'd been months, but the fire mage still couldn't believe it. The person he trusted the most, the person who used to treat him with too much kindness, now looked at him with nothing but malice driven by darkness. It hurt like hell every time he had to face you nowadays, knowing it was all his fault you were corrupted. You'd forgotten everything about him and the clan, you'd joined his worst enemy, and you'd been hunting him down as if he was an obstacle.

With a sigh, he decided to leave the library, then the door suddenly crashed. "What the-? Oh no." Jason breathed, immediately on edge as he sensed the bone-chilling aura in the darkened room, you.