Eclipse of divinity

Unholy Deeds and Loyal Packs

I couldn't comprehend the fact that I had just taken two lives, and with nothing but my thoughts. Panic gripped me as I frantically searched for a solution, knowing deep down there was none to be found. My body trembled uncontrollably with fear. How could I possibly hide this? The mere thought of Juda arriving soon sent my heart pounding against my ribs with newfound intensity. I couldn't bear for her to witness this horror.

In a desperate bid to conceal the evidence, I turned to the only semblance of control I had left—my mind. With trembling focus, I willed the pool of blood on the floor to dissipate, imagining it evaporating into thin air and vanishing from existence. To my relief, it obeyed my command, dispersing like mist on the wind. But as I turned my attention to Sara's lifeless body, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Could I reverse what I had done? Could I bring her back from the brink of death?

I focused all my concentration on her, willing the streams of blood to flow back into her wounds, praying for the impossible. But as minutes passed without a sign of life, my hope dwindled into despair. I had failed. I collapsed to the ground, consumed by fear and frustration, grappling with the inexplicable power that had brought about this tragedy.

Questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and unnerving. How far did this power extend? Was there a limit to what I could do? But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, one thing remained clear—I had to dispose of Sara's body before anyone discovered the truth.

Racing against time, I concocted a plan to dispose of the evidence, hastily gathering a bedsheet to conceal her remains. But as I rushed towards the door, my frantic escape was abruptly halted by Juda's unexpected arrival. We collided with a thud, both of us reeling from the shock of the moment.

Her eyes widened in horror as she surveyed the scene before her, demanding answers with a sense of urgency that cut through the air like a knife. With tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I struggled to find the words to explain the inexplicable.

In a moment of raw honesty, I confessed the unthinkable truth—my thoughts had become reality, bringing about the deaths of two people. To my surprise, Juda's reaction was not one of disbelief, but rather a knowing acknowledgment of something far more sinister lurking beneath the surface.

With a sense of grim determination, she urged me to clean up the mess and divulged that there was more to this nightmare than met the eye. But before I could fully comprehend the gravity of her words, we had to face the grim task at hand and confront the chilling reality of what I had become.

For the next thirty minutes, Juda and I worked together to clean up the aftermath of Sara's death. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was an unsettling calmness in the air as we disposed of her body down the building's trash chute, destined for the incinerator outside. Strangely, neither of us seemed as distraught as one might expect given the circumstances.

As we made our way back to my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that Juda knew more than she let on. Her demeanor, far from somber, bordered on elation, leaving me both intrigued and unnerved.

"Why are you so cheerful? We just dealt with a serious situation," I questioned, studying her expression closely.

"Because I have information that you don't," she replied cryptically, her grin widening with each passing moment.

"And what exactly does that mean?" I pressed, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"It means you'll have to trust me and follow my lead for now. I promise to fill you in once we're somewhere safe," she responded, her tone carrying a sense of assurance.

"Fine, but you better not keep me in the dark for too long," I insisted, trying to mask my growing unease.

With Juda by my side, we ascended the worn steps of the dilapidated building, its facade weathered and worn from years of neglect. Despite my reluctance to enter, her unwavering support provided a comforting anchor amidst the chaos swirling within me.

As we continued our conversation on the way, Juda's nonchalant demeanor struck me as odd. While her lighthearted chatter offered a brief distraction from the grim reality of the situation, I couldn't shake the feeling that something larger loomed on the horizon.

Suddenly, Juda came to a halt, her gaze fixated on a looming structure ahead. With a smile, she announced, "We're here."

I followed her gaze and found myself staring up at an imposing office building, its towering presence shrouded in mystery. The tinted windows offered no glimpse of what lay beyond, leaving me to wonder about the secrets concealed within its walls. As we approached the entrance, I couldn't help but admire the intricate design of the glass doors, adorned with golden lines and a mysterious emblem at their center, beckoning us into the unknown.

As we stepped into the building, the grandeur of the interior took me by surprise. It was as if we had crossed into another realm entirely. The lavish decor spoke volumes of opulence and prestige. The blood-red carpet beneath our feet felt plush and inviting, contrasting

beautifully against the light grey walls adorned with the mysterious emblems that had captured my attention earlier.

As my gaze wandered, I couldn't help but notice the intricate artwork adorning the walls. Images of what appeared to be angels and other enigmatic figures held me transfixed, each detail drawing me further into their world of mystique and wonder. The black furniture arranged around oak coffee tables added a sense of sophistication to the space, while the central desk stood out like a beacon of intrigue.

The desk itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its top surface crafted from obsidian stone that seamlessly transitioned into what appeared to be marble. The juxtaposition of materials left me mesmerized, pondering the significance of such a design choice within this enigmatic environment.

As Juda and I approached the desk, we were met with the sight of a woman dressed entirely in black, engrossed in the task of polishing her nails. Her presence seemed incongruous amidst the elegance of the surroundings, yet she exuded an air of authority that demanded attention.

Juda's voice cut through the silence, addressing the woman as Stacy. Despite her initial indifference, Stacy begrudgingly acknowledged our presence, albeit with a hint of annoyance. Juda wasted no time in asserting her purpose, insisting on seeing her father without delay.

After a brief exchange, Stacy relented, directing us to sign in before allowing us to proceed. With paperwork completed, Juda and I navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the building, ascending staircases and traversing hallways until we reached our destination—a door at the end of a seemingly endless corridor.

Juda hesitated momentarily before rapping her knuckles against the door, eliciting a commanding voice from within.

"Come in."