5. “This is the end for me. I’m sorry.”
Emizel should have known this was going to happen from the start. The moment he stepped out of that room into the city he could feel it in the air. There wasn’t enough fear in this world, or at least not enough of the right kind of fear.
Demons were messengers of the darkness, existing to spread fear to humans. The darkness was meant to be respected and feared, not whatever was going on here. His livelihood depended on that fear. It was his air and water.
Why did it have to run out now? Why did it have to happen when he was out in the park? He barely managed to stumble his way to a bench before collapsing. If this happened in the shack he called a house, at least he’d have the comfort of privacy. If he was going to bite the dust because he of a lack of fear, he wanted to do it alone.
Which was a lie because the sight of Jack running towards him made him breathe a sigh of relief. He wasn’t going to be alone.
The light from his hood was going dim. He didn’t have much time left. The rest of his body probably didn’t look too good either. His condition didn’t go unnoticed if the look of worry on Jack’s face was anything to go by. Of course he would be worried, Jack didn’t know about the fear, and there definitely wasn’t time to explain anything.
“This is the end for me. I’m sorry.” His chest felt heavy as he spoke, but it was nothing compared to the twist of guilt in his stomach. He should have said something sooner.