Collector Of Souls

Collector Of Souls

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When you are part of the illuminati, things are very fucked up. Wealth is the most important thing besides worshipping the Black Lord. Why do we do it exactly? Well, if you had the chance to be above everybody, get whatever you want, and the chance of immortality wouldn’t you do it? Yeah, so we did. Now that things are starting to go downhill, The Light Lord is coming back, trying to steal us away from the boss. He isn’t giving us up without a fight. Or should I say without us alive. We are starting to disappear and die. Most of us aren’t around anymore and those that are, they are constantly paranoid about the Black Lord coming for them. The only thing keeping me alive is what the boss told me. “You are what I need. Strong, independent, intelligent, and good looking. If you wish to live, do me a favor and collect souls for me. I have methods of making this easy for you if you accept my generous offer. Oh, and don’t forget donations.” He would smile at me with straight bright white teeth. Of course, that’s what I do. Unfortunately, it’s not going to keep me alive for long now that the Light has someone else doing the same. The other collector has been in hiding from me and I haven’t thought anything of it. Only problem now is that they are my new mission. Find the new collector and kill them. Along with anyone standing in my way.
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