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.