Chapter 117: midnight of futures past (2).

"The King of Ashes said we're fated to unleash a terrible calamity. Is that true?"

Damian spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on his own reflection in the glass. His eyes flicked up to see his alter staring into the fireplace, pupils narrowed to pinpricks.

"Someone once told me that I'd end the world."

When he spoke, there was a familiar tinge of madness to his voice, but there was no life to him—he simply stared into the fire and drank his whiskey.

"And I thought to myself, I thought—that's fucking bullshit, you know. I'd never do something that fucked up. And he was pretty crazy himself, so, I killed him."

The alter shrugged, speaking of murder as though it was logical fact.

"And then, the funny thing is—he was right. I went and Unchained the Angel of the Flame. Sent the whole damned country straight to Ash. Don't you think that's funny?"