A Deal with the Devil

Third Person

Darius Hemlock had never cared for the stifling atmosphere of the Eclipse Moon Pack's banquet hall. Too much fabricated courtesy. Too many empty smiles masking rotting foundations. He stood near the far wall, a shadow wrapped in a tailored suit, his pale eyes narrowing as he surveyed the floor. The music swelled again, a sweeping piece meant to evoke a sense of nobility, but his atte