from the cult was happy.
While Death made it his business to not intervene in others’ business, he took a particular dislike to this cult. Death started a plague to take care of the ‘little town cult.’ As he liked to refer to them.
The Salem witch trials took years to end, but there were those persistent to use the term witch to end anyone’s life.
I started taking human forms. It wasn’t pleasant at first with them being such vile creatures for the most part, but I did it none the less.
I would make a person have an ‘accident’ and assume their form.
The next cult was of a religious nature. Not that witches didn’t have their own beliefs. After people started killing them off, more turned away from Wiccan, and believing in the Earth to black magic and destroying those in their path.
I had tried inhabiting them first, but they felt different, and not in a good way. So, taking their appearance was a grand solution. Death didn’t mind my altering his list since their time would have been up soon, in one way or the other.
Too many drinks, fell down a well, tripped at the edge of a cliff, and even a wild boar stampede. I tried to right the wrongs that these groups were doing, or planning to do.
The leaders made the cults for their own benefit most of the time. Whether it was for power, money, or to make a bloodline of children to follow in their footsteps. Their inheritance.
One even went as far as to do away with his own cult. Things weren’t going his way, and they were going to be disbanded, but he wouldn’t have it. He said he’d join them, but he had no intention of doing so.
Now him, I did possess. He drank his portion plus some. He was smug as he watched everyone die, and tried to celebrate, not realizing that his drink was also tainted. How could he know? I poisoned it before I possessed him. He didn’t have a clue. If it smelled like koolaid and looked like koolaid, then it must be koolaid, right?
While the others fell into a sleep they never woke from, his death was violent. Between Death and myself, we made sure. I had given him a little of what he gave the others, but I added thallium. In fact, I had been giving him thallium since I met him. He had no idea.
Since thallium was colorless, odorless and tasteless, it made my efforts fun, and Death was enjoying the effects on this one. It was affecting the man’s heart, the effect on his nervous system was hilarious, not to mention the symptoms that made him think he had the flu.
Even after days of me torturing him, he still had the strength to end all those lives. Death pointed out that those people would have died anyway. If not today, then soon, as the leader had been giving them dosages of gas poisoning while they slept.
He was a real prince among men.
The more time that went by, the more I disliked the human race. They were mean to each other to the point of death.
Death was busy so I was left to my own devices to find out what was happening, and who was behind it. I found a cult I was surprised to find. It was leaders of different backgrounds with one commonality. They all wanted power and money. Greed, the ultimate thing for those who craved more.
It sounded like a sick P.R. slogan. End a life and get more. After watching the news bulletins and people, I decided it was time to act. I would attack those who could end the sickness and death. Those leaders would share in the demise of others.
I started with those in this cult who could have stopped the virus. They were mourned, but no one outside knew the truth. Those who did, made sure that they could not have the sickness. I turned the fan on and watched the virus flow. Away from the innocents and toward those who introduced it to the masses.
The drug companies made money, and their scientists became ill and died. They wanted people to take their poisons without it being tested. Of course, it couldn’t be tested on them. The cult allowed more to die while ones who had the actual cure survived. They even gave the cure to some innocents to make it look like the poisons worked.
The cult leaders were called out