CHAPTER 42: A QUESTION OF FATE
Atlas smiled softly, brushing off the tension. Deep down, he felt happy being by Creed’s side, despite everything. Creed looked at him, their eyes meeting. Though Creed’s face showed no emotion, he found himself captivated by Atlas’s smile.
“Creed, can I ask you something?” Atlas said, his voice gentle, carried by the soft wind around them. Their clothes swayed lightly in the breeze.
“Of course,” Creed replied, taking a step closer.
“If one day you had the chance to rule the human realm... and kill everyone in it... would that include me?” Atlas asked, his tone calm, yet there was an unspoken weight behind his words.
Creed’s eyes widened, caught off guard. He stood still, uncertain of how to respond. In that moment, he realized that the time he’d spent with Atlas had made him forget—if only for a while—that he was a demon. But deep inside, Creed knew he wanted to continue being with Atlas, no matter what.
“To be honest... I don’t know,” Creed admitted.
Atlas gave a faint smile, turning his gaze away. “I saw a vision.”
Creed tensed at Atlas’s words, suddenly understanding why Atlas had seemed uneasy all day. Placing a hand on Atlas’s shoulder, he said, “So that’s what’s been bothering you.”
Atlas leaned his head on Creed’s shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah... I hope you’re not the kind of demon I saw in that vision.”
“If that’s what will make you happy... then I’ll follow your lead,” Creed said softly. “But I have a favor to ask you too.”
Atlas lifted his head, looking at Creed, their eyes locking once more. He could see that Creed had been watching him closely the whole time. “What is it?” Atlas asked, his voice steady.
“If I ever become that demon... if I ever reach that point... will you kill me?” Creed asked, his tone calm, though the gravity of the request hung in the air.
Atlas froze, the weight of the question heavy on his heart. His mind raced, but no words came. The thought of losing Creed, or even facing him as an enemy, was something he couldn’t bear. His mouth felt dry, and his chest tightened.
“I guess... we’ll see what the future holds,” Atlas finally said, unable to commit to an answer.
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FantasíaIn a world where whispers of the legendary "Heartmiller" family echo through the ages-rumored to possess unimaginable power accessible through their blood and heart-a young wizard named Atlas Heartmiller survives a brutal attack that claimed his par...
