Mischia was scared. Ywoth had told her that she would be helping him achieve his mission, and if she remembered correctly, Justine had told them that this man was here to collect everyone’s energy, so he could go back and overthrow the council of Wymasiriah.
He was also responsible for the satanic sacrifice of a cat and a Human Being.
She felt terrified, though they hadn’t harmed her – yet.
It was best if Mischia didn’t say anything, because if she did, nothing good would come out, and silence was the best way for her to suppress her feelings.
Ywoth had told her to get dressed and they had driven to Camberwell, to a dirty house with boarded up windows, where squatters lived.
A dirty mattress in the middle of the floor, with equally dirty blankets scattered around it – disgusting. Four men and women were asleep at various points around the room, the smell made Mischia retch.
A man lying by the door with long hair and a long beard opened his eyes and looked at the three, but his expression didn’t change, and he went back to sleep.
The well-built man with the ponytail, whose name was Tgthiem, walked over to one of the women lying on the mattress with her head hanging over, put two fingers on her neck and looked at Ywoth.
‘She’s cold. Been dead a day or so.’
‘Ok, lets go,’ said Ywoth, taking Mischia‘s hand and walking towards Tgthiem and the dead body he‘d just picked up. They drove back to the house Mischia had woken up in.
The renegade Head Quarters in Kensington.
Tgthiem began to wash the body, it was covered with needle marks from the syringes she had used to inject herself, she was thin and very pale, with pasty skin and greasy hair; it was a sorry sight.
When the corpse was as clean as it could be, Ywoth put a sheet of white paper on the floor and Tgthiem laid the corpse on it.
Mischia watched speechlessly as he began positioning her legs into a position that created a ‘W’.
Tgthiem went to fetch a box of candles and began to unwrap them, putting them in a circle around the body. Ywoth joined him and looked up at Mischia, who was horrified by the scene.
‘Go get that box over there,’ he instructed.
Mischia was finding it hard to move, but somehow found the strength when she saw the rising anger on his face.
Spaces in between the candles were large enough to fit something into them. When Ywoth opened the box that Mischia had brought, her jaw dropped. Inside were £5,000 wads of cash, which the men began to unpack and put in between the candles, in neat stacks of five.
Before putting the last stack down, Tgthiem took a candle and put it aside, creating an opening large enough for him to step into.
Ywoth handed him a giant pin, with the symbol ‘W’ engraved on it, and plunged it into the corpse’s chest. Ywoth stepped in afterwards, holding something sharp in his hand, which he crouched down and began engraving a ‘W’ symbol onto the corpse’s stomach with.
When the men were satisfied that everything was as it should be, they stood on opposite sides of the circle with their eyes closed and their arms outstretched.
And began to chant.