Chapter 5 - 4 : Apostle of the Night – Part 2
The laughter did not cease.
It did not fade away.
That hysterical laughter was a twisted symphony, a sick melody that only a beast could perform with such cruelty.
It crawled through the rubble, echoing through the shadows like spectres, mocking me, my pain... my questions.
A laugh that had begun with Helena’s form.
And now could only belong to her. To the figure that took over her mind.
«Nix.
—Don’t you understand yet?—she whispered, tilting her head sweetly—Oh, Daven... What an innocent question.
Her voice descended softly, each word, each gesture, each smile, slipped from her lips like poisoned honey.
—Why? —you asked me...— she said, staring straight into my eyes
Her pupils, once clear as crystal, darkened. A second later, they glimmered with a sickly light.
It wasn’t hate.