Chapter Twenty-Three
Oh my god.
God was dead.
An eerie silence fell over the three armies: the humans, the Ishim, and the Elohim. The dark night lit up as the dragon fell from the sky. It spread its wings at the last minute and broke its landing. But hit the ground with enough force that wobbled everyone. Even a few of the Elohim lost their footing at the great animal's landing.
But not all of them.
Michael turned his face up to the empty sky where Eden had hovered. The space was black now where light had shown. A grin slit his cruel face.
From the first moment I’d seen him, he had looked expressionless. But those without expression, those who caused others pain without care, those who could not understand the stress they caused another living soul, those beings were true psychopaths
