P M Gates

Bloodpool P M Gates

Must everyone pay blood allegiance to a secret cult to make a living? In Zuruzimbaba Hills, Shamanist Louis AQuinos, a witch doctor and heartless Baphomet incarnate, cut the throat of a hundred innocents. And a constitutional operative, Lady Sinn Fein, buried two thousand witches in a mass grave. But three thousand more were missing from a culpable homicide in a club fire duel. There's an invisible force that paddles the flood of woeful disappointments, teeth-biting regrets, and gruesome tragedies in the affairs of men, which, taken by the tides, amplifies the wealth of intellectual property and other colossal affluence. The Shamanist and the Bishop of the Mormons, Bishop Washington, while on the President of the World Witches, DA Vinci Alfredo's payroll, supplied his bank with overflowing blood. What's at stake for the Witches' President if he missed the blood target? Can the Indian-Chinese win the race for supremacy over other contenders? A witch is real, and a demon is real. He who doubts their existence is a victim of the devil. But he who follows the way of the Inkas overcomes them all.