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Betrayal

Jayce gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles turning white as she listened to Riddle's cold voice through the enchanted mirror.

Being a spy was an honorable role. But the cost of this life weighed heavily on her heart.

In the dimly lit area, surrounded by Death Eaters, Jayce's heart raced as Riddle announced plans that would make sure that the members of the Order would be killed in an ambush.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and her body trembled with grief and rage. But she couldn't let those emotions surface, not here, not now.

She knew that any sign of weakness could be her undoing. Months of concealing her true feelings had taken their toll on Jayce.

She had become so adept at wearing masks and keeping her emotions hidden that she almost forgot how to let herself feel. Her true self was buried deep beneath layers of lies and deception.

As the news of the casualties sank in every time she was at a meeting, Jayce managed to keep her composure, outwardly appearing calm and composed. She excused herself from the room, feigning the need for fresh air.

Each mission brought its own set of challenges, forcing Jayce to wear different masks to fit into Riddle's inner circle.

She played the part of a loyal Death Eater, laughing at their cruel jokes and pretending to revel in their dark rituals. But deep inside, she was dying a little more each day.

Back in her quarters, Jayce stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes, once full of life and passion, now seemed hollow and distant. She hardly recognized herself anymore.

The lines between her true identity and the persona she had adopted as a spy blurred. Her heart ached, yearning for the freedom to express her feelings, but she knew it was too dangerous.

Despite the emotional turmoil, Jayce had to remain a formidable spy, tirelessly passing vital information to the Order. Her dedication to the cause kept her going, even when she felt like crumbling from the weight of her emotions.

With each passing day, Jayce's emotional walls crumbled further. She feared that her true self was slipping away, consumed by the role she played in the shadows. Her friends noticed the change, but they attributed it to the constant dangers they all faced.

And she was too scared to even admit to Sirius of her true feelings because she worried that he might actually take her away.

Currently, the candlelit room flickered as Riddle's cold, crimson eyes locked onto Jayce's.

She stood before him, her heart pounding in her chest, her true emotions hidden behind a practiced facade.

Riddle's thin lips curved into a malicious smile. "Jayce," He said, his voice a chilling whisper, "You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset to our cause. Your information has been invaluable. However, I sense a hesitation in you, a lingering doubt. You must prove your unwavering loyalty to me."

Jayce's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained a stoic expression. "I assure you, my Lord, my loyalty to you is absolute," She replied, her voice steady.

The Dark Lord's eyes seemed to pierce through her mask of composure. "Good," He hissed. "After your next mission, I expect you to receive the Dark Mark. It will seal your place among my most trusted followers."

Jayce's mind raced. She had anticipated that this day might come, but the reality of it sent shivers down her spine. The Dark Mark was a symbol of terror and evil, an irreversible mark of allegiance to Riddle.

If she accepted it, there would be no turning back. "I understand, my Lord," She replied, her voice sounding colder than she intended. "But I must confess, the Dark Mark is a great honor, and I accept it with pride. However, I seek your guidance. What should be the nature of my next mission?"