In a dimly lit room two men held a meeting, secretive in the night and in a soundproof room.
The same room was being guarded by several armed men with body armor underneath their dark coats.
For their boss was having a discussion with his financial advisor and document manger, at the door hung a platinum plaque inscribed as such: "Accountant Joshua B. Hendricks; high profile accounting and documents"
Inside this well protected office one of the two seemed to be saying his goodbyes "We've known each other for long enough that you should know, that this isn't anything personal Josh. It's simply business and the right decision to make." A gray haired man in a refined black suit spoke in slightly regretting but firm tone.
Staring at him in disbelief and confusion was his accountant Joshua, anger betraying his tone of stark professionalism he was yelling at his client "What do you mean the right decision to make?! I've worked for you for the better part of two decades, doing my job in spite of all the shit I had to endure because of your profession! Ignoring the dozens of police raids i had to sit through, protecting you and your money. I even went to court and gave you an alibi as, what i thought, a trusted friend! And now you betray me?!!".
A simple frown knitted the face of the graying man "I never said I was enjoining this. It's only what needs to be done to protect my family. You simply know too much."
Seething, Josh bit his lip until he could taste blood. 'This wasn't how it was supposed to go'.
Unable to open his mouth to refute his clients words he could do nothing but rage in silence, glaring at his former friend.
Waiting for a few moments he took in the glare, not averting his eyes. Until he finally straightened his back and rose from his seat.
Flattening the creases in his suit and brushing of any none-existent dust.
Unable to contain his fury any longer Josh burst out, throwing over the desk on which a plate of earl gray tea was situated. Shattering the ceramic on the floor and letting the hot liquid assimilate into the carpet.
Roaring, the middle aged man's voice was becoming rough "Don't you at least have the decency of killing me yourself?! Fucking coward!". Cleaning his form the tee wetted shoes on the carpet he turned his back on his old friend, seemingly ignoring the outburst. As he was at the door and about open it he turned around just the slightest bit "I've already done so around fifteen minutes ago, as you had the poisoned tea I've brought with me. Goodbye Josh." Closing the door behind him the bang of the door seemed to Break Joshua out of his stupor.
Slumping against his chair, he pressed a hidden button on his watch sending his recordings to the authorities.
The self-recording armband watch was a routine safety net he wore purely automatic in every meeting he ever had, not really thinking he would have to use it once.
The government couldn't punch a trial through on any account but his murder, since he did way too god of a job as to make a trial case even possible. But even if it was at the cost of his life, he at least got his revenge.
'I would pay a fortune to see his face when the DA plays the recording at the hearing' he chuckled.
Now that he was aware of his state, it was very obviously getting harder to breath, he felt his hands and feet getting colder as the blood circulation started to come to a halt.
An excruciating pain exploded in his chest for but a moment, and then it was still.
He noticed his consciousness fading into the dark, but he was way too comfortable to care, but before he could lie to rest for the last time, a presence entered his area of perception.
A mighty, almost tangible consciousness seemed to tangle above his soul like an invisible sword of Damocles.
The Being didn't speak to him and it certainly didn't offer him wishes of some sort like he had rad in some online novels all those years ago when he was but a young adult.
Instead, it just coldly omitted it's intentions to him.
Feelings its formless hands grab onto his soul, forcefully and brutally, he would've screamed in agony if he had any vocal cords to perform such a feat.
Uncaring the being pulled his soul through space and time, breaking the void around him and only letting go once they were situated in a new, alien void.
In this darkness there floated a spirit, a behemoth of a soul. It was visibly battered and in a state of broken suspense. But you could still feel the strength and potential slumbering in its depths being even greater than the ones the being that pulled him into this foreign afterlife possessed.
Unable to care or notice though, Josh was forced into the Spirit and his soul filled the cracks and broken parts in it.
He felt an inhuman and unbelievable force enter his being, for a moment he felt a tinge of another intelligent consciousness in his mind, which luckily started to degrade more and more until there was just the inhuman instincts and animalistic cravings left.
The alien feeling left into his deep unconscious and if he didn't "see" his own soul grow and evolve at an lighting fast rate, he would attribute it to hallucinations.
As his soul took on ghostly attributes, going more in the direction of a spirit it stopped halfway. And as he wanted to release a metaphorical sigh of relief, Josh felt his souls cast down into a familiar but unexpected light.