End of days 7

He looks harassed, a little nervous, beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. I stare down at the crack in the paintwork just to the left of the door. The interview room is stifling; maybe they keep it that way on purpose.

‘… just trying to understand what happened, why you killed him.’

There had been black fire in his eyes. Those things were crawling from the pits. The world was sliding into chaos.

‘… and there were several others, weren’t there?’

They were all driven mad. The demons were taking over. There was nothing to do except fight.

‘… and we know you’d gone missing, that you’d run away.’

They trusted me – the angels, God’s army. Time was ending. I don’t know why they chose me. I agreed to lead them but all I wanted was to reach you somehow.

‘… we’re aware of the shock you had; the court will take that into account.’

What is he saying?

‘I mean what happened with your wife …’

What?

‘I’m so sorry …’

By the time they peel me off him and drag me away to my cell, his glasses are splintered and he’s spitting out broken teeth into a pool of blood on the floor.