Excerpt: Apollyon Ascendant (or something similar. depends on where I go with this)

The bedroom was almost silent. Blood dripped from the ruined cream sheets, a rhythmic plip-plop of cold, dead blood. Twisted in the covers, the man’s body lay broken, a contorted, macabre parody of what he had been when he slipped between the linens the night before. His head, twisted at a disquietingly painful angle, caked in blood, as if broken by a great fall. Other joints were likewise disfigured, his spine penetrating the skin where it had separated from the pelvis, one shoulder dislocated four inches lower than its normal position. The blood continued to drain out through the open wounds. Plip. Plop.
The silence broke, shattered by the door being slid casually open by the man’s roommate. Seeing the bloody, misshapen mass on the bed, she screamed. A little dust showered from the poorly constructed ceiling of the apartment as people from all over the building came running to discover the source of the disturbance.
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Agent Patrick O’Maologan awoke slowly to the sound of his phone, ringing its annoying little tune. He had tried to bypass the agency’s restrictions that prevented him from changing it, but to no avail. He figured it was the work of the IT department. Cursing himself for not taking advanced software programming in college, he sat himself up and grabbed the phone just as the last synthesized notes played their shrill, irritating tune. It chirped, informing him that he had one missed call.