Listening to the songs playing on his computer, his thoughts went to the name of the album- Sacred Evil. Oh yes, sacred evil. What would be an oxymoron to most was the ultimate truth of life to him. For that matter anything he saw, he could relate to whatever was engulfing his mind.
Sitting in his easychair, he was just watching the blades of the ceiling fan. And thinking. Thinking how success can spell the doom.
A couple of years back, when he had just started creating a mask for himself, had someone told him that his mask would be so close to perfection he would not have believed. But now it had become. Indeed he had been able to hold his own against everyone, choosing at will who all to be allowed to have a peek at his real face, his real self. The world knew him to be what he wanted it to know, and only those who mattered knew the reality.
But now, one of those trusted ones was believing the mask rather than him. The mask had overtaken the personality. For him, the mask had been Sacred. And now it was Evil.