Umbra Mortis

Prologue

"We need to transfer more staff into the drug section."

"And why would we do that? Elaborate, if you would be so kind, right hand."

"Easy, our current dealers can't keep up with demand."

"And where will we get the necessary people? Hm? Just gonna go out and ask 'Hey, need a job? Wanna sell drugs'? Just make them work more efficiently. I don't care how you do it, just do it."

While the two continued to bicker, the third person took a deep breath. Like little children, she thought to herself.

The three of them were sitting in a conference room. On the table lay empty coffee mugs, alongside several destroyed pieces of paper. One could tell that they had been in there for a while, and their patience was beginning to run low.

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A body lay before her, still breathing, but almost inaudibly and weak. Mihika grinned. She loved this part. The last seconds were often the most entertaining ones. They either begged to be saved, for forgiveness, prayed, or remained silent. The possibilities were endless. She wondered how this person would go down.

It was a male, mid fifties, average looking. Mihika didn't know what he had done, nor did she care. With a little flick of her hand, the man's head began growing red and he began to gag, using his leftover energy to reach for his neck. Mihika grinned, watching as the man desperately struggled for air, before he stilled. With another movement of her hand, the murderer reached for her phone.

"I got a job for you DJ. Via Garibaldi, you know where."
Then she waited.

~~~~~

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me? I mean, all of this could stop"
This was only followed by an agonizing scream that would have left anyone with morality in tears. But the person standing before the one screaming simply smiled.

"God, I wish I could kill you for practically deafening me...But it will have to wait, I'm afraid. I'm gonna get a doctor because I don't want you to actually die."

With that, the woman turned around, opened the door and closed it again. She then turned to one of the maids running around, glancing her up and down.

"Go get Lena, tell her I need her down here. While you're at it, let her give you something; you look a little.....pale. Are you feeling alright?"

~~~~~

"So, how was your weekend?"

"Ah, you know, the usual, Netflix, food, complaining about everyone and everything, asking myself why the fuck these motherfuckers are still politicians and not behind bars. For fuck's sake, they're even worse than we are! At least we stay true to our word."

DJ simply laughed at Lena's words. The two of them were walking towards the doctors office, both with a mug of coffee in hand.

"I bet you ten bucks that the chiefs are still in that conference room, screaming at each other at this point."

"Of course they are, I don't need to bet on that."

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Hello all and welcome to the cult's first book!

I want to say a massive thank you to Hannah, the person to first come up with this amazing idea. She has put so much work into this and it's turning out wonderful!

Thank you Hannah for writing this, Noah and Evan for editing, and you all for reading this!

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Please have some patience, I hope you stick with us until the end :)

Much love, Maisie