Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 202

It was past midnight when Faye and Wilbur got home. The two of them chatted for a while, then headed back to their rooms
to rest.
Wilbur got a message from Elsa not long after he was back in his room. She had not been able to find any gangs or news linking to the skull tattoo.
Wilbur frowned, pacing to and fro in his room. Something told him that there was more to this than it seemed.
All of a sudden, he thought of his handler. Surely the department would have a better database.
However, would his handler not be in bed by this hour?
Wilbur held back the urge to reach out for the time being and went to bed.
The next morning, Wilbur woke up and got ready, going downstairs to the living room and greeting Faye
Once Faye had left for work, Wilbur took his phone out and pulled up his handler’s contact.
He gave it some thought, then pressed the call button.
“Hello, Deacon Penn! Handler Beverly Torres here at your service,” Beverly’s crisp voice came ringing down the line.
Wilbur cleared his throat. “Hello, Beverly. Two things have happened around me lately, where both the people involved were able to use a sort of power called a ‘blood cult’ sacrifice to increase their spirit energy. They even had a cult chant, ‘Blood for the Blood G od, Skull for the Skull Throne. They’ve also got the same skull tattoo on their chest. Can you help me find out if they’re from a group of sorts, and what their goal is?”
“Please give me a minute, I’ll be right on it.”
The call did not disconnect, so Wilbur waited silently.
Around two to three minutes later, Beverly spoke up once again.
“Deacon Penn, I found something
Wilbur was surprised. That was really quick
He found it a little hard to believe that this department really was that powerful
“According to your description, these two people were likely members of the Skull Cult. They believe in an all-powerful leader called the ‘Blood G od’, a superstition rooted in Bloodism that came to be in the West. They’ve been spreading their word around the world, telling everyone about their hunger for violence and bloodshed. Our nation is currently doing our best to lake them down.”
“What’s this Bloodism about, then?” Wilbur asked.
“The roots of Bloudism itself are unclear, but it’s a religion that’s been around for almost a thousand years. Their headquarters are located in a few countries in the West, and they worship the Blood Go d as an almighty powerful being. They claim that once the Blood G od descends, he will take over the world and drench the face of the Earth with blood.”
Wilbur frowned. “What good would turning the planet into a bloodbath be for the believers?”
“They worship violence, sl aughter, bloodshed, war, and destruction. The belief is that a disciple of the Blood Go d can only return to the Blood G od in his true form after death as the Blood Go d rules over the world.”
Wilbur raised his eyebrows. What an extreme religion!
It sounded like they simply enjoyed the act of killing. How different were they from any other terrorist group?
If the Skull Cult came from Bloodisin and were in the country, it seemed like they had been in the country for a while now.
“Do you have any information on the Skull Cult in the country? Like where their headquarters are, or something along those lines?”
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t find anything on that.”
“That’s fine then. Goodbye, Beverly.”
“Goodbye, Deacon Penn. Have a great day!”
Wilbur hung up the call, sighing heavily.
It really did seem like there was more to this Skull Cult than it appeared.
At the same time, over in one of the top-secret Seechertown meeting rooms, Albert smiled upon overhearing the conversation.
He glanced at the two elders next to him. “See? He’s involved now. He can
handle the skull Cult from here on out.”