Helaine
The anti-christ.
I was the goddamned anti-christ.
When Evan untangled himself from my arms I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to find some sense of stability before I had to speak.
My whole identity had been irrevocably destroyed in one fell swoop. Everything I ever thought about who I was and who I would become was shattered, replaced by the image of a woman I barely recognized, sitting upon a throne of skulls at the end of all things.
How could I be responsible for something like that? I could barely pay my own bills, let alone usher in the apocalypse.
All I ever wanted was a normal life, and now this happened.
Evan made a bee-line for the moon and cross symbol, dragging his foot through the soot and ruining the imagery before he looked back at me with a horrible look
