Chapter 1:

This is me "Alex Thornfield", A shitty slave in a famous pharmaceutical company, but

things

Are more

Than that

"Dorcy, that's what I'd name my cerebral accomplice if I had to. She possesses an

alluring beauty. Nearby,

Oliver stands beside the notorious terrorist, adorned in his white-gray textured coat

and copper- coated

Necklace, an embodiment of undeniable allure.

In a heart-stopping moment, the barrel of a gun is pressed firmly against the

prominent figure of President

Noah. Dorcy, also known as the enigmatic Asmodeus, yeah I mean really it is, a fact

she is a fucking bitch

Witch, taunts, 'We are immortal now, darling.' She is calling me darling because I'm

her hubby fromm

Dimension 5454 like happens in comics, fast forward,It hits me â€" I'm nothing more

than a puppet in this

Macabre play.

I close my eyes, plunging the scene into darkness, and in a hushed tone, I begin to

chant, 'Please save me,

Jesus.' All I sense is the dwindling euphoria, while my cortisol levels surge

relentlessly. With my eyes slowly opening, I retort, 'Dorcy, you're a formidable

adversary.' A

'battleaxe,' some might

Say, a witch, a necromancer.

Our surroundings are grim, encircled by countless terrorists. It seems we're in the

White House, the

Epicenter of power. All I yearn for is the reduction of metal oxide, accomplished

through various methods.

Such as HMR or thermite reduction. These metals are a government cash cow, their

impurities Meticulously eradicated.

I know this because I specialize in inorganic chemistry. It's a remarkable knowledge,

Though not

Particularly beneficial at this moment. Here I am, bound to a chair by the intractable

hair of Rangdra, an

Indonesian witch. Her hair is coarse and resilient. My hand clutches the gun aimed at

Noah, the President

Of the United States.

The scene unfolds in this opulent chamber of white, adorned with unbreakable

marble gleaming like the

Stars. Do I appreciate its beauty? Not one bit. All I desire is 200 mm Hg of morphine

and an 8% w/w

Cough syrup; I have an affinity for cough syrup.

Amidst the White House's grandeur, I can hear the roar of flames outside. 'Where's

Astroroth?' I inquire.

Oliver, with a callous tone, responds, 'In your uterine depths, kill him now.' It's

revolting,

But in this

Chaos, there's no room for disgust."

Dorcy tilted her head at a sharp 45-degree angle, her expression filled with acute

anger.

Her lips, with

Their average muscular definition, displayed a captivating black and red

combination

that

Seemed to meld

Into a mesmerizing shade of brown. This peculiar hue stirred within me a ritualistic

Fascination.

Describing Dorcy's appearance is a straightforward task; she possesses a rectangular

face

Framed by large,Stunning round eyes. She embodies an intoxicating allure. In stark contrast, I find

myself

More akin to a

Catalyst in a chemical reaction, neither the reactant nor the final product.

What I truly am is an agent, a promoter, approaching them in pursuit of a simpler

life.

Obuustys ide, atop the White House, the modern, intricately designed desperados

were

Bringing to life a

Carefully orchestrated project known as "Titan Episcopal Occultist."

If you're curious about becoming an occultist, it's as simple as sending an email to

trinityvirtuosoxyz@gmail.com.

Once you submit your proposal, they will assess your candidacy by sending a

detailed

Package plan

Attached as a PDF file. It's worth noting that this file is locked for protection.

Upon acceptance and electronic signature of the contract, they will reward you

with

your

Initial payment

Of 100 million dollars, freshly created by a unique process involving alcohol soaking

and

UV radiation.

I possess this knowledge because I am an occultist.

My connection to this world lies in the meticulous alignment of Mercury within

my

zodiac

Sign,

Specially in the Revati Nakshatra Pada 2. In Indian astrology, a "pada" is a

significant

term.

India boasts a

Rich tradition of black magic and astrology, yet it's puzzling to see the pervasive

influence

Of Western

Culture.In my Pisces sign, Mercury holds a distinct place, akin to a Pisces ,that must

continually swim. If it ceases to Move, it risks losing its physical form, allowing its soul

to escape.Similarly, my passion lies in the creation of potent drugs from opium poppy latex. It

Possesses a narcotic

Finesse that evokes primary emotional and psychological stimulations within me.

When

Oliver, consumed

By anger, strikes me forcefully with his metal stick, the impact resonates as a

reminder

that

I am not

Responsible for the fate of President Mr. Noah. This ritual is unmistakably steeped in

Satanic symbolism.

It's important to note that the appeal of such rituals extends beyond mere belief; it has

its

Source in

Atheistic origins. Black magic, often misunderstood as supernatural, is, in fact, an

exercise

Rooted in human

Nature, a means to attain gratification akin to meditation. I can attest to its

effectiveness, for

I have

Witnessed it through my own experiences, guided by the ever-present "Dorcy." I am

but

Her ammonium,

And her distinctive rectangular visage never fails to captivate me, even as I confront

the

Reality of my

Existence as a gall bladder with

In a jaundiced liver.