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𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: •┈sᴏʟᴏᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ┈•

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𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: •┈sᴏʟᴏᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ┈•

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴏɴ 'ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙'

It brought me under the house, I could still hear men calling out my name. I walked backward touching something. It was a pig's head or something I couldn't see that well, There were dead animals everywhere, as I continued crawling I saw a ring with a small fire in the middle.

...

  The smell was awful, Hannah's dad's name was carved onto the wall, and a familiar book was on the floor. I went on my knees inspecting the dark liquid around the circle, The book...why would Soloman

I put my hands in slowly still traumatized by the last time I put my hand into something I don't know, My other hand holding a torch trying to process what the weird liquid was.

"What the hell" I muttered slowly, I pulled my hand out and looked at the black reddish substance rubbing it together. I blinked a few more times looking around, Something caught my eye. the book

I ran over to it making sure I don't accidentally burn it, The flame roared its heat so close to my face I was sweating.

The book was on the page I looked at a few nights ago, I felt the familiar rush of panic as I scanned the page. Soloman how could you

I heard footsteps from behind making my head turn and my eyes met with familiar Green ones I can't believe it, the man I trusted with secrets

His eyes widened, he looked like a mad man, and to be honest I was kinda scared. I wanted to slap him, no I wanted to kill him with my own hands. I told him everything and he betrayed me, Anger rushed through my blood.

"It's you" I felt my whole body shaking with fear and anger, "I'm still me, I'm always been me only I've been tired of watching fortune turn a blind eye at me" He tried to calm me down, This man was the nicest, Caring person I've met, and he turns out to be a greedy pig.

"Soloman, How could you" I whispered, I felt like crying but I wasn't going to waste my tears on a cunt

"How could I what? Take what we all want?" He walked closer to me making me back up "What we all came here for?"

"Shut up" I muttered

"Power, prosperity, Legacy?" We continued walking around the circle that was surrounded by black blood If that's possible

"consider Sarah, a single soul" He pointed to the wall that had the name 'Cyrus Miller' Carved on it, "just one"

"Pastor miller" I whispered "And in return, what no amount of praying could ever bring one person every few years seems like a small price to pay"

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