Today, he seemed merrier about something but at the same time he was a bit nervous. He was so close to completing his task; a task that was so important that he had even left his family alone.
He unrolled the map on his desk, placed paper weight on every corner and marked a specific place with a marker. His eyes gleamed with glory as he joined all the previously marked spots to this one forming an incomplete occult symbol.
Two more murders in the specific locations of two specific people will complete the symbol and he will serve the purpose of his life by completing the cult that would remind the world of the supreme divine power.
This post has been written for Lillie McFerrin Writes - Five Sentence Fiction.
This week's word: MAPS.
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