CHAP 79:{Death of a king}

{Mac Allister}

{Thursday afternoon} _2pm

I sat on the plush purple chair in my living room, relishing in the aftermath of my meticulously planned church explosion.

The news reports were flooded with details of the incident, validating the success of my calculated moves. With each channel I switched to, the chaos and destruction fueled a sense of satisfaction deep within me.

My faithful companion, the dog named Rogo, sat faithfully by my side, offering silent companionship in this moment of triumph. As the news continued to unfold, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting the serene atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the phone and answered with a cool demeanor,

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's Heretic," the familiar voice on the other end replied.

"You did an exceptional job. You deserve a special reward. Come to my house."

A smirk played on my lips as I weighed the options. While I didn't necessarily need any recognition or external validation, I understood the importance of cultiva