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THE CULt OF SHEOL "the shadows within the abyss"

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A compilation of short anthologies following the activities of the cult of Sheol in modern day. (Another day at the Trafalgar) Oh and also a dumping ground for random ideas
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Chapter 1 - Wet hands

Years after an incident on the Trafalgar South base,

The Elder stars did not believe what was reported so they sent Mr Alex, all the way from the capital to further dig into the matter, He was a famous inspector . Known for uncovering many cases, I was Selected as his Batman, a term used for assistants to highs ranking military officials , I was working with Mr Alex newly so asides from myths i knew next to nothing about him, he called me to his room. I wondered For what reason?

He was sat on the floor legs crossed as if in a meditation state, he asked me to take a sit, there where chairs but since he was on the floor it would have been rude to sit on a chair, so i sat on the floor beside him. He asked me how the evening was going and i replied fine, he continued with other series of personal questions, trying to know me better i believed. He told me tales about the outside world, about fantastical things. He told me about bizarre concept some so absorb i could bearly believe

But out of everything he said, there was a name he mentioned that ran chills down my spine a name i could swear I'd heard before but I'd definitely not.

    

"SHEOL..."

He switched topics and started to ask me about the death of my former master, who very similarly was sent here to investigate issues that the Elder stars didn't believe as reported,

I told him all i could remember

i was asleep that night, he had just arrived so he called me to his room i wondered for what reason, he asked me personal questions as if trying to know me better i believed, He told me stories and we called it a night. 

I felt a surge... My hands were wet..

I Woke up in my room the next night with my hands wet, I'd probably washed them i figured, that was all i could remember and no one accused me of his murder, no one. Even i was surprised.

"That was all i remember detective..."

It was as if the memory of his death was wiped from their heads.

Mr Alex called it a night and i went to my room...i think, that was what must have happened, When i woke up this morning.

I felt a surge... My hands were wet..

That was all i remember detective...