1 City Sect
In the harbor city our mayor runs a secret sect of dark and coding control magic killing in shamanic voodoo powers, the residents who do not behave, their true sect of Rasputin followers they look for unsuspecting victims to kill them in blood pressure heart attacks.
His sect of dark magic followers in four rise and drop low and high heart frequencies to stimulate disorder causing cardiac arrest.
The Mayor's Sect Office of Rasputin's follower do intend to murder from elderly to a child obtaining power of blood our city Mayor could gain the fourth election and rule his beautiful and per say clean city.
Victor one of the sect murderers do the job investigating the research and analysis of potential victims he obtains our city Mayor believes to be a potential danger to his cadency.
They kill or extort victims to rape, loss of money or life if they disrespect their mayor and his followers in his city.
Victor is researching their powers, drinking from the same visual prowess drawing their blood and killing those who he intends to sacrifice for the hell in the harbor.
The housewives left at home cannot suspect Victor's subliminal brain play does make them sick and diseased or under influence of control. He could have pleasure of pleasures of sex he enjoys or shares with others he can control them.
He uses an underground network of thieves, the spiders they call them, to spy and steal information while hiding in the shadows. They pay their city mayor sect office a respect they can live and pray for from the weak.
The swindlers and scammers do believe. He is their godfather of lies and true believers he makes a spiritual connection from imprisonment he can lead them to calls of his magic to unsuspecting victims. They call their numbers to lure old women, their grandchildren in danger and they must pay them the money in the swindler's pocket to top their powers and respect do grow.
The black magic true believers or the dark matters Master of City of harbor to harbor the evil do grow in powers displaying their practice of Chalice they draw blood from in Victor's office power.
Police do not have to worry about the number of complaints nor write repeat reports. He the Victor and Mayor of Harbor City does the job numbing and killing their victims from disease their control of might and magic does make a murder.
Their powers had grown from virus outbreak and quarantine due self-isolation. The obtained access to isolated victims unable to complain and focus to the moment they lose control of their motors and bodily control loses vision their hands drop unable to dial 911.
The victims' mouths are shut, unable to speak the words. "Please, help me."
They drop to a floor gasping for breath, mouth full of saliva feeling the thirst of water, they lose their minds before they lose their hearts, they lose their lives.
Victor speaks. "I got you losers.' They die.
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We have a young victim in a logistics company, a young naïve expatriate hoping to have his way in our demonic city, ailing to earn. He could loan the money for his family life, but the unsuspecting fool never knew.
I the Victor will make his family fatherless and in debt to my powers his family penniless victim to my demise.
I had under demonic sect control one manager who scouted newbies to my monitoring and surveillance control panel of our satanic office of Rasputin's followers to track and trace those victims.
We could draw victims' blood in our Chalice. The subject's name was A and his sound rhymed well with Sonata B. In our notes their manager wrote the story of one victim in our basket of harbor city Mayor's lessons they learned.
I joined the company to be his colleague before I could start learning if he is a perfect test subject to test my new way to claim his soul in my Chalice.
The manager Grey welcomed me and introduced me to him. "He works with you today. A."
The potential victim did reply he is ok and a fake new employee like me did show the workplace I knew about. I could watch him.
"We have a cargo crate packed here. I will work closely with you; it will provide the best training for you."
"It is great our fools do not understand when the occult is close to them." I thought to myself about our new victim.
"Ok." I looked suspiciously at him. He was bright and the kind of guy I look to swallow his soul.
"We will be working in zones. We could cover a greater weight of freight in the best amount of time."
"I prefer to work closely with you. You see, I am weaker than you. I did drink and sleep with many women like you. I was younger."
"I see." He did reply and I did not like the look on his face. But I did follow him to ambush post work one night. I let his blood of soul fill my chalice while he lost his life near the toilet seat door holding on his keys attempting to return to his room and dial 911 help.
His heart did stop. I was happy our City Mayor office should have claimed one more fool in our harbor of satanic sect to gain our reign and powers further.
The dark portal did open, and our Satan's work was done. When the capital's gipsy ghetto was dispersed our numbers of followers did increase. The soul's numbers did increase as we harbor in our cities of gates to our underworld powers.
Our prison is a school of black magic.
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We took one young girls' heart to the public library. She was a six grader, but I heard her in our chanting whose charm connected to her swearing in the abonnement of Marijampole caught her swearing.
I did draw her blood. "Fock, fock fock them boys." I heard in my spirit her swear in our school of thought. Her not being alone and misbehaving in the age group of her pupils did entice me from a distance. I was waiting for my soul reaper to travel to her.
There was a man writing his new bestseller story to see two girls and two boys playing card games. When I was scanning the area when I struck her. "Fock that cock." She thought to herself in her mind I did the first stroke of cardiac arrest sending her to draw blood in my chalice of the City Mayor's office.
I the Victor of Satanic shadows office drops her on the sofa sensing her in my developed full six sense key to her soul to gaze past gates of horn. But her soul not let her go I decided not to struggle to fight later developing in my joy and pleasure satanic sex slave of her watching and closely monitoring her development. I had our souls bonded in my control.
I grew her a great housewife and my tool of sex and gore to orgy my future I set the seed free to bring me more blood to Chalice.
It was one more victory to our Invictus immortal grim rippers apple seed I feed on her apple when I grow the harvest.
The very next day they closed the public library in our harbor of souls for public cleaning day. It must be because the librarian sensed the smell of my evil. "It felt great." I licked my tongue. "It was like I already stroked her young apple sliding past under up two fingers through her young groin."
I could smell it and sense it moist on my two fingers. I rubbed together imagining the smell I deflower. The juicy details made me moist myself.
But I must continue the grim reaper journey for our City Mayor's office looking for sacrificial rituals and satanic work must be done. "I am here, my master." I did speak to myself.
"You come down and have your dinner! You are already in your forties and stop drinking before you find your new work." The mother of mine did scream at me I could walk to our lunch table I could replenish our strength to time I drink and watch pornography seeking and sensing other fools.
The tools of men left alone at home I could synchronize my reaper's soul and follow those fools in my spirit and learn and exploit their women's weakness. Their men already abandoned them.
I am Victor and this is my story of Lithuanian shamanism in Klaipeda City Mayor Office of Sect, and satanic work might be done out of the shadows. We catch our prey and pay respect to our victims.
Let their hearts and souls burst through our code of blood and chalice. Let our sons and daughters follow us.
I let this book be a story blood of might. I want you cursed and fall into debt. We curse the author because he could continue to write for us and claim his glory and might out of our chalice we gather the blood out of the fools to be.
