Gloom

Chapter 212

—Are you in charge… of the Apocalypse? —I asked breathlessly.

"No," he replied more calmly, shrugging his shoulders. I only play an insignificant role in it. There are several others with the same position as me, with their own hordes of demons at their command. —Out of nowhere, a short, nervous laugh assaulted him, throwing me off balance—. Aeriele didn't want me to hate them, and instead what I did was join the cause for their destruction. —She laughed a little more, until his smile began to slowly fade. Then, understanding took over his features, as if only now, after all these centuries, had he realized this fact. And she added in a whisper, "What would she think of me if she were still alive?"

The lump that had formed in my throat due to the sudden fear of his confession prevented me from speaking immediately, and I had to clear my throat. Although he didn't really seem to be waiting for an answer, as his gaze returned to the river.

“You did what you had to do to survive,” I whis