Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 115: Confession

"Leave us."

"Huh?" The soldier was about to retort but after seeing the intensity of Ark’s golden pupils, he stepped out of the room and Ark shut the door behind him.

He sucked in a breath, the horrid smell of blood filling his nostrils. It was not a pleasant smell and yet Ark allowed it sink into his very being, he needed to remember this, this was a result of his failure.

Once he rose to his feet, he did something that no one had expected.

Ark grabbed onto Lauretta’s neck and easily lifted her to her feet, his fingers tightening by the second.

"What the hell do you think you’re—"

With a simple gesture, invisible distortions tore through the air, splitting right through Damian’s shoulder and drawing blood.

Ark’s message was clear, take a single step and I’ll kill her on the spot. His hand was wrapped around her neck after all.

Damian gritted his teeth.

"What is the meaning of this? Emma, talk some sense into him!"

Emma who already knew what was happening just relaxed her back on the wall, her gaze downcast.

"Should we really be fighting each other like this in this kind of situation? Shouldn’t we be going after the culprits instead?"

Ark laughed darkly, his gaze strolling over to where Damian stood.

Gone was his normally jovial expression, the Ark in front of him right now was not the man he knew.

Fear gripped him knowing that killing Lauretta was not out of the table for him. Actually, the way he was right now, killing anyone was probably inconsequential to him.

’What happened?’ Damian wondered. Even he who was a long time soldier was shaken by the siege but that should have not been enough reason to push him this far!

It was Ark’s next words though that shocked him.

"We should be going after the culprits? Can’t you see that is what I am doing?"

Damian’s mind spiralled at the implication of his words.

"What do you... Lauretta, what is he saying?"

The woman looked to the side, a pained expression on her face. She did not even fight against Ark’s grip, even when his hold became painful.

Damian’s normal composure crumbled instantly, he ruffled his hair as he looked at his wife in a new light.

"Laura... don’t tell me, you were a part of this? Come to think of it... isn’t this the room you arranged for us those who saw the ghosts to revive counselling?!"

When she met his gaze, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"No! I-I... I didn’t know they were planning this! I was only give a tas—"

"Bullshit!" Damian interrupted. "It doesn’t matter if you knew or not does it?! You were a part of this! My God, Laura what have you gotten into?!"

Tears welled up her eyes and her words became more incoherent by the second.

"I-I d-didn’t know..."

Tears welled up her eyes as she pleaded with her husband.

But Ark was not interested in any of this, actually he was getting pretty bored.

"You’ve confessed, I have no reason to keep you alive."

A sharp whisper began to emanate from his hands once more but this time directed them at Lauretta.

But before he could make a move, both Damian and Emma grabbed onto his arm.

Lauretta, still in tears, then spoke, her voice a cracking as she spoke:

"I can’t die... I can’t leave Damian."

A pained look flashed across Damian’s face as he heard her words.

Lauretta let out a raspy breath.

"Damian’s life is on the line, so I can’t tell you anything."

Ark stared at her blankly.

"Is that so? Goodbye then Lauretta."

She turned to face him and for the first time since they had witnessed the deaths, her eyes showed a new emotion... Conviction.

"But I can help—"

***

One week later.

A woman in a dark blue dress and veil walked through a hall with a bucket of fruits in hand.

Although she walked rather elegantly, anyone with experience would be able to tell that she was afraid.

Many people had been the same way since what happened the previous week. Although the military tried to keep it under wraps, rumours were spreading like a cancer.

Those rumours were all it took to push the civilians that were already tense due to the apocalypse to the brink of fear.

As for why the bucket was currently trembling in her hands... This hallway was quite infamous for a certain reason, that reason being the ghost stories that were often told at night.

As much as she disproved it in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel there was more to the tale.

The woman had passed this hallway many times in the past but had never seen the ghost so maybe there was nothing to fear.

That was what she thought until she froze mid step.

At first all she saw was a shadow sped past her, but then in front of her something began to rise from the floor.

It was big, a gigantic goblin that towered up above the room. It had blue skin, a bald head and sharp fangs sticking out of its lips.

The giant goblin let out a guttural laugh as the woman stumbled backward, her bucket of apples spilling onto the floor.

In a second, the goblin suddenly appeared in front of her, reaching for her with its hand extended.

She was hyperventilating and each breath felt heavy as though she was forcing herself to breathe, the hairs on her neck stood straight and shivers ran through her spine.

But just as the monster was mere moments away from grabbing her, she stood to her feet and walked right up to the beast, a small smile on her face.

And then she took off the veil, along with the wig that he had been wearing.

Ark now stood before the beast, a large grin on his face as he spoke.

"Hello Mr ghost, why do I get the feeling you have been avoiding me?"