"Arghhhhh!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jonathan held the neck of that monster that was dragging him to some part of the lake, and soon that cold feeling invaded him before everything went completely dark.
"Hey, wake up!"
"Can you hear me? Wake up, open the eyes of your mind!"
Jonathan opened his eyes and looked at a very beautiful woman — not a beauty to provoke any man, no, she seemed pure.
"Are you Emily? I'll help you ascend."
"How cold and inconsiderate you are, but you seem to be a good person."
"You attacked me; of course distrusting you is what anyone would do."
"I was only showing myself to you, trying to be kind, but your smell is quite unpleasant and I lost consciousness for a moment. What kind of thing are you? You don't seem like a vampire because they don't smell of anything, nor are you a werewolf because then you'd have to smell like a wet dog…"
Jonathan frowned as he looked at the woman and asked her, "Why have you attacked those people and tormented them?"
"Do you think they're innocent? The one who killed me was one of my first victims; that bastard ended up taking his own life after I infected him with a virus in his brain… Quite foolish — how could he stand so little? As for the other, dying in an accident must be more than bad luck; I didn't kill him."
Looking at the woman who seemed to have a clear conscience, Jonathan didn't let himself be fooled by her human appearance and asked, "What about that man who was just walking with his daughter?"
"He wanted to drown his daughter in the lake. I could feel those thoughts as clearly as if he were about to do it. Bad people don't always appear as the bad ones, and those who are good don't always seem pleasant to others."
Jonathan looked at this woman and asked, "Are you saying you only finish off the bad people?"
"I didn't say that. I'm a lingering soul, and you — well, you're human like the others, so naturally we will never be allies." The woman said, and as if she realized something she murmured, "Well, my time is up… It would help me if you gave me a beautiful grave with yellow flowers. It seems you suffer, so don't work too hard."
"What do you mean?" As Jonathan tried to get up, everything turned dark and he now found himself on what seemed to be the top of a hill.
"It's cold…"
Just as that strange sensation invaded Jonathan's body, he felt a bright presence to his right and turned his head. "Who are you…"
Jonathan's only feeling upon seeing that plain yet unattainable man was danger. He drew in a breath of cold air and braced himself for whatever that entity was about to do.
"You are someone very special…" The man in the gray suit walked toward the table where Jonathan sat. "Even after your apparent change, you try to remain the same."
When the man in the gray suit drew closer, Jonathan could look at him more easily. Neat, clean, expressionless. "A demon?"
The man in the gray suit showed a strange expression; his smile formed on his face as if he had expected that reaction from Jonathan, but there was nothing else in his face.
"You are very curious… How about we make a deal, provided you kill one person for me?" After saying that, the man in gray approached Jonathan, who remained silent.
Jonathan felt nervous — this was obviously a demon paying him a small visit. He recalled how he had finished off a demon some time ago; that thing had an aura similar to this man's, and the smell of burnt coal grew stronger the closer you got to one.
"I don't make deals with demons." Jonathan refused immediately, not considering anything. Seeing the man in the gray suit, he knew that strange sensation was the shroud of death covering him.
"I am not a demon… But you can just call me Oleg. I have as many names on this devastated planet as there are stars in the sky, but you are someone very special for you to address my presence in that way — I allow it." The man in the gray suit announced himself as Oleg, something that was not a demon.
"I don't make deals with entities like you."
"You have a tiny sense of your existence… For something like me, well…" Oleg stared at Jonathan and said, "There are many problems on this small planet, many beings who believe themselves lords of life. This world is very small in a decaying solar system."
Jonathan remained silent; he knew it was an illusion, so he was about to wake up as the surroundings deteriorated.
Oleg looked at Jonathan and said with a smile as his pupils turned red, "The human world as you know it will fall into hell. Those who believe in God will be abandoned by their own creator, and then the age of darkness will come upon us."
"Still, I must refuse. We are enemies, so I will kill you." Jonathan didn't know if he could manage it with just his pistols; at first he hadn't thought he would face powerful beings, so he hadn't come prepared, but with dignity he wanted to control his emotions.
Oleg nodded, walked a few steps into the distance and murmured, "Remember this choice you have made well. Don't cry when someone close to you is about to die."
At that moment, darkness enveloped everything.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit…" With a simple prayer, Jonathan made all the darkness disappear.
…
Cold…
Darkness…
Sensations Jonathan hoped never to feel near him. But at the end of his existence, only darkness wrapped people.
What it makes clear to everyone is that darkness is neither bad nor good, just a sense that cannot be traced.
"Over here, quick!"
Jonathan opened his eyes and found himself standing on the shore of the lake. "How is this…"
"Sir, how are you?" A group of agents approached carrying high-powered weapons, but they stopped when they saw the dark entity had been killed by Jonathan, who was soaked through.
Jonathan, confused, looked at the headless corpse and, recalling its words, sighed bitterly. "Search this lake thoroughly for more bodies. Eliminate anything that moves near us."
"Understood, boss!"