Ariya [Severance]

“Reject all illusion and lies, for they hinder the strong.” — 20th Point of Satanism [The Black Book of Satan]

My name is Rhonda Runnels.  Things seemed to have taken a “downward spiral” as the media likes to say, but why, for the first time in my life, do I actually feel alive?

First off, I am the heiress to my zillionaire father, the “great” Peter Runnels’ Runnels hotel chains. “Relax at the Runnels.”

I thought my life was okay, partying and drinking. I was at all the hot spots with singers, rappers, T.V. and movie stars and having my photo picture taken and spread all over every major sleazebag tabloid. When I drank too much, when I picked my ass, the public needed to be in the know. Even my ex-boyfriend made his first million selling our sex tape.

How did I end up doing what I’m doing now? Here are excerpts from my diary.

120 Year of Fayen

11/14

I’m about to land in LaGuardia. The movie on the plane was lame so I ended up juggling songs in my i-pod. It’s like totally amazing how old 15,000 songs could get! I’m going to have to talk to Magic Dragon about getting some new songs.

Holy shit, Amsterdam was so off the hook! I never knew how many actors and actresses with so-called upright reputations go there and light up like all day! 

Anyway, Tiffany is okay, but she smells pretty horrid! Ugh! I think that it’s the cheap inorganic deodorant she uses – or lack thereof (lol). She totally smells. And this is the one that viewers voted as “The Next Big Thing?” Ugh!

She smokes like a fuckin’ chimney and she’s way too loose! (like I should really talk…lmao) We were at a bar and this not even decent looking guy strikes up a conversation with her. Then she’s totally trashed and blowing him in some alley next to the bar. With no rubber! Eew! Then we go to his place and him and his brother double penetrate her! I just blew the brother and just sat there and watched the slut. lol!

The layover in LAX was cool. I gave my number to this really cute guy walking by. We got totally trashed at the airport restaurant. It was a 4 hour layover, what do you want?

I hope that cute Asian chick that loads my bags into the taxi is there at LaGuardia. She’s hella hot. I’ve eaten pussy before and I wouldn’t mind sampling that muff.

Tiffany’s over here passed out as usual. If I hook up with that Asian girl, I need to find some way of ditching Tiff.

Anywayz, landing in about one hour. Time to catch some zzz’s. These airplane drinks are totally buzzing me.

Laterz.

11/16

Holy shit! That hot Asian chick’s a total bitch! We landed in LaGuardia Friday and she loaded my bags into the car as usual. When I turned around to ask her something, she pushed me into the car! When I tried to open the door, it was locked and the driver drives off and laughs hysterically.

He tells me to shut the fuck up and relax. I think that he said his name was Rick. Rick said that he won’t hurt me as long as I do what I’m told. He shows me a gun and I’m shitting a pill at this point. OMG!

I said that Daddy will pay him anything he wants and the Rick  just smiled. He scares the shit out of me. 

Rick takes me to some  really big house surrounded by a bunch of trees and him and some big Puerto Rican drag me into this room in the basement. At least they’re letting me write here!

They’ve been feeding me takeout food, ugh! Everybody who comes and checks in on me just ignores me!  That red-headed chick’s a total bitch!

11/17

Another day of everyone ignoring me. I keep talking about money when they come to feed me but no dice!

I just sat here and looked at the walls. No windows, just these four walls, the door and a toilet in the corner of the room. I think that there’s somebody sitting right outside because I keep hearing someone move but when I try the door, it’s locked.

I know that Daddy and Mommy are worried about me. I hope that these people talked to Daddy and he’s sending over the money. God, I’m so scared! What did I ever do to deserve this?

11/19

I slept all day yesterday and didn’t eat anything. Maybe it’s all the weed and drinking from the trip and belated jet lag all kicking in. I know that I was too scared to sleep when I first got here.

Where’s Daddy and the ransom money? Holy shit, are they just going to kill me just for the hell of it? I feel like I’m in hell.

God, why are you letting them do this to me? Why have you left me here?

11/20

That red-headed chick came in and actually talked to me today. She sat on my cot and asked me how I was doing. She said her name was Susannah. God, she smelled so good! She asked if I wanted to take a shower and change my clothes. Hell yeah!

She and the big Puerto Rican named Andy walked me to some really nice bathroom in the basement. Susannah sat on a closed toilet and watched me while I showered. The chick was older, but she was hella hot. She kind of reminded me of Diane Lane. I think that she wasn’t just watching me to watch me but also checking me out.

Susannah gave me pajamas, flip-flops and some cheap Walmart lotion. She said that she would see about getting me perfume, some books and magazines and maybe cigarettes if everything worked out with Rick.

Anyway, I hope that what she says is true because I’m really getting bored.

11/21

Susannah hooked me up today! She brought me my i-pod, some of my clothes from my luggage, my cigarettes and a bunch of magazines!

When she went to sit on my cot, she touched my shoulder and I got all these goosebumps. Damn, she’s hot!

Listening to some DJ PM stuff right now. ttyl.

11/22

Thank God that they let me keep my watch or I wouldn’t even know what day it is! I can’t believe that I’ve been here for a week!

I don’t even know what the fuck to write about because nothing’s going on.

I can only try to remember the good times and hope that there’s more to come if I get out of here. When I get out here. God help me.

11/23

That guy Rick came and actually talked to me today. I haven’t seen him since the first day they took me here. He said some mumbo jumbo about me being the “ten percent” and how my kind usurped his ancestors. I mean, whatever man. If you don’t like the way things are, just go out and vote!

Everybody is created equally. He can take his chances like everybody else. He doesn’t have to kidnap me to get my Daddy’s money. Just work for it like everybody else!

Anyway, he told me that Daddy had put out a full two minute ad on T.V. asking for my safe return. Rick said that he would let me watch it if everything worked out.

11/24

Susannah talked to me about personal honour, Family and dead books with dead ideas. I was so intrigued by what she was saying. I couldn’t believe that I was mesmerized by her every word. More so than with Rick. Maybe it’s because Rick dragged me here.

Anyway, I was so intrigued that Susannah agreed to let me have a pen and paper to write things down as I see fit.

She said that I might be out of here next week if Daddy comes up with ten million dollars. I told her that he is capable of getting to it by accessing the Swiss account, but it takes time. She said that there’s no rush. She would look out for me.

11/25

Susannah gave me two books to read today. They were “Opus Vrilis” and “The Black Book of Satan.” I just skimmed real quick through these books and I told her that they scared the shit out of me. She laughed and just told me to take my time with them. Everything will come into place.

11/30

I’ve been so busy trying to read these two books that I haven’t had any time to even sit for a full meal. I can’t believe the lengths that  people actually have to go through to even try to obtain a fifth of what I have! It’s so incredible!

Rick told me that my father and him made arrangements for payment and that I’ll be home way before Christmas, that Rick was trying to avoid detection from law enforcement agencies.

Why does it sound like I’m empathizing with these people? They kidnapped me!

Am I just going crazy from the isolation and loneliness? Are thay brainwashing me? Is this some C.I.A. operation because they want me to rat Daddy out? I don’t even know what Daddy’s typical day at work is!

12/3

I looked through some more old magazines that some guy named Jimmy gave to me. I went over some old articles about me and looked at some pictures of me passed out on some dance floor with my panties showing.

Then there’s that rock star who wrote a book about me that my lawyer told me to deny even though every word was true. Then the stints in rehab and the critics who wrote that I’m famous for nothing.

There’s something going on with me, internally. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and reassessing my whole life. As if I want to know why and how I’m here for the first time in my life.

This “Presencing the Dark” concept is also very intriguing. As if  there is an awakening inside of me.

12/5

I read more manuscripts about Reichsfolk Culture and the concept of the Numinous Way. I actually feel that I view things more profoundly. With Susannah’s guidance, I’m beginning to gain a powerful insight by just reading this fascinating material.

I almost see it as something that the powers that be in the mundane world don’t want want us to even begin to comprehend.

I also look back at those past articles and photos with deep shame. There was no purpose in my life. I was just there, taking up space. All my words and deeds were Earth-bound.

12/7

Rick was really angry today. He walked in and yelled about some “occult expert”, the F.B.I. Director Chloe Skinner, telling the media that negotiations for ransom are officially off and that a nationwide manhunt is being commenced.

I told Rick that the concepts that Susannah introduced me to resonate with me and that if the Nexion needs financial help, I would be more than happy to oblige.

He suddenly smiled from ear to ear and said that we’d talk soon. 

Epilogue

“Our top story today: kidnapped heiress Rhonda Runnels is caught on bank surveillance closed curcuit television holding what appears to be an automatic weapon, pointing it at bank employees and customers alike as alleged members of the infamous gang known only as Nexion 352 proceed to hold up bank tellers. According to law enforcement sources, it was long theorized that Nexion 352 had allegedly kidnapped Runnels last November from LaGuardia Airport but it is now feared to have joined them. We take you now to the Runnels Hotel in Midtown Manhattan as Federal Bureau of Investigations Director Chloe Skinner is holding a press conference. We now go to Collen with the latest developments of this breaking story. Colleen?”

“Thanks Julie. Here in a few moments, F.B.I. Director Chloe Skinner will hold a press conference discussing the abduction of millionaire heiress Rhonda Runnels and the developing story of Nexion 352’s latest bank heist. It looks like Madam Director Skinner has just taken the podium now.”

“Good evening. Before I field questions from the media, I would just like to give a brief synopsis of the case. The Satanic cult slash crime family Nexion 352 has in fact taken responsibility for the abduction of Miss Runnels last November 14th. The bank heist at the Waterhouse bank in the Bronx does indeed possess closed circuit television footage of what appears to be Miss Runnels brandishing an automatic weapon and assisting Nexion 352 members. We have confirmed from viewing the footage that the person is in fact Miss Runnels. That is what I have for now.”

“Madam Director…”

“Jenny”

“Due to past experiences with 352, would you consider this to be a personal vendetta?”

“Next question, yes?”

“Do you have any suspects at this time?”

“There’s a nationwide APB in conjunction with federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies at this time. At this time, we only have knowledge of the responsible party and not individuals. Yes?”

“In your personal opinion, is this the new Satanic scare reminiscent of the late seventies and early eighties?”

“Truthfully, this bears no resemblance to those past incidents. This is a well organized group and as far as ritual sacrifices and such, there is no tangible evidence. Yes?”

“Any word from the Runnels family, Madam Director?”

“At this time, we have the family’s full support on bringing Miss Runnels on charges when apprehended. That is all I can comment about at this time. Thank you for your time. Good night.”

“Madam Director…Madam Director…”

“As you heard Julie, Skinner has stated that Rhonda Runnels will be brought up on charges when apprehended. This is Colleen McGahee reporting live. Back to you Julie.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ariya [Prequel]

“All that is great is built upon sorrow.” — 5th Point of Satanism [Black Book of Satan]

0

“Everybody get the fuck down!” Jimmy yelled. He let off rounds from the Uzi into the ceiling to accentuate his point. Fragments fell from the ceiling to add to the dramatic effect.

Everyone inside the bank complied yet there were some sobs of fear.

“Don’t worry! As long as no one plays hero, everyone will go home tonight. This is nothing personal. Your money is protected by the F.C.C.! Just stay the fuck down and don’t move until we got what the fuck we came for and we won’t hurt anybody!” Jimmy reassured the bank patrons behind a white handkerchief obscuring his nose and mouth.

Danny, also clad in all black with a white rag covering his face and brandishing an M16A2 rifle walked around and kept watch on the bank employees and customers laying on the floor.

Tellers scrambled into their drawers and emptied them out, scooping money into bags and shoving them underneath the bulletproof window. Susannah, the oldest of the 20 and 30-something robbers held the bank president in front of her by the throat with a .45 pressed against his temple in case the tellers wanted to activate the alarm and/or the first sign of incoming police sirens.

Outside, Tanya waited in the green ’99 Dodge Caravan. Not a fast car, but able to blend in with a highway full of soccer moms picking their kids up from school. The engine was on and she looked anxiously towards the bank entrance. Then she heard police sirens coming from maybe two blocks away.

“Fuck!” Tanya shouted. “Fuck! Come on, come on!”

Susannah also heard the sirens from inside the bank as Rick Ruiz grabbed the last bag. She angrily pointed her weapon at the tellers. Even though the glass was bulletproof, the tellers held their hands up with fear.

“Which one of you bitches tripped the fuckin’ alarm?” Susannah shouted. “Fuck. It doesn’t matter.”

She placed the muzzle of her weapon back on the bank president’s head and squeezed the trigger. The shot echoed throughout the bank as people screamed. Blood was everywhere. The bank president’s corpse crumpled on the floor. Susannah wiped the blood from her face.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Danny shouted hurriedly.

Rick, Jimmy and Susannah made a beeline for the van. Danny brought up the rear. The first N.Y.P.D. Emergency Service Unit truck turned the corner of Northern Boulevard and Main Street.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Danny shouted as everyone jumped inside the van. “I’ll buy you some time! Get the fuck outta here now!”

Tires screeched as Tanya pressed the gas and hurriedly shifted to drive. Jimmy waved at Danny and Danny winked back. Then Danny fired on the ESU van.

Tanya hurriedly dodged vehicles on Main Street then made a right on College Point Boulevard. There, she slowed her pace down to 35 mph.

“Fuck…Danny.” Rick said somberly.

1 

The ESU cops pulled over and Danny tried to pick them off even as they tactically jumped from the van. Danny reloaded another banana clip into the rifle and clicked the lever from “auto” to “semi” to try to save rounds and buy more time.

Then, more squad cars and ESU vehicles converged on Main Street. Danny knew that he had no chance, so he kept his head down and lit a cigarette.

“NYPD! Put the weapon down! Now! You won’t get hurt.”

Danny kept the cigarette in his mouth and then fired in the general direction of where the police had converged. There was no visisble uniforms to fire upon so Danny fired to prove the point out that surrender and prison wasn’t an option.

A barrage of gunfire was returned from the police. Danny smiled and hit the ground. He continued smoking his cigarette.

2

The police sniper, Charlie Thomas crouched down on a rooftop 10 floors up at a 45 degree angle from Danny’s location and pointed his scope throughout Danny’s immediate area.

Sgt. John Giaccio’s voice came in through the headset.

“How many we got?”

“Just one, sir.” replied Thomas.

“You got a clear shot?”

“I got a partial of the top of his head.”

“Put him down.” Giaccio coldly ordered.

“Yessir.”

Thomas readied himself and assumed a comfortable position. He took in a deep breath through his nose and breathed steadily out of his mouth. The scope was trained right on Danny’s forehead. 

Thomas gently squeezed the trigger as he exhaled.

3

Danny sat leaning on a white delivery van. The barrage was reduced down to spurts of gunfire and then silence.

He lit another cigarette and exhaled slowly. He thought of his Family.

“They should be counting money by now.” he thought to himself and smiled. He felt the warmth of the noon sun on his face.

Then he heard one single shot and then he put the cigarette to his mouth. He felt a sharp pain at the top of his head and felt himself hitting the cold, hard cement sidewalk. He let the rifle go and felt his shoulder land on top of the butt of the weapon.

The pain was the sharpest he ever experienced. He felt his head and face wet. He felt as if a stampede of boots were running right at him and the ground was vibrating, making the pain in his head worse.

“Ten minutes. More than enough time…” he whispered.

He saw red and then black. Then, the pain was gone.

4

Tanya pulled the minivan into the garage of the large brown stucco house in Bayside. Susannah’s cousin was going to paint it later for the next job. Jimmy got out of the backseat and lit his third consecutive cigarette. He walked towards the backdoor of the house. Susannah quickly followed and put her hand on Jimmy’s shoulder as they both walked inside. Tanya felt hot tears roll down her face.

“I know, I know.” Rick said as he still sat in the passenger seat. “Let’s go get a drink.”

“No.” Tanya said. “Let’s just take a nap or something. Maybe we can all get some dinner later.”

“Okay.” Rick also wiped tears from his face. “He went down fighting, though. He was always fighting for our shit. Ever since high school.”

“I know. Jimmy’s not doing so great right now. Let’s go check on him.”

“Yeah. This is the life, babe.”

Strangely, the comment made Tanya smile. She kissed Rick on the lips as he grabbed the bags of money.

They both got out of the Dodge and walked towards the house. 

5

Thomas took another breath as he saw the mist of blood from the perp’s head. He watched as the rest of the ESU team run towards the perp as he hit the ground.

Charlie  felt his stomach turn.

“Good shooting, Charlie!” shouted Giaccio.

“Yessir.” replied Thomas as he began to pack up his gear.

“Go ahead and police up your brass and get on down here. Great job.”

“Yessir.”

“One shot, one kill! You got the war face on, Charlie!”

“Shut the fuck up…” Charlie thought to himself. He grabbed his gear bag and walked slowly towards the roof exit.

He looked down at a puddle and saw his reflection in the water. He looked at his uniform, his rifle, his headgear. The sun shone on his back.

After his first few drops, he used to get sick. After that, he became indifferent as if it were second nature.

His instructor once said, “The worst pain is when you don’t feel anything anymore.”

“How about when you have to shoot your own Brother just to keep this Game going?” Charlie whispered. “I’m sorry, Danny.” 

 

Wyrd

Standing against the Sky of Fire

The background of destroyed landscapes

And black hills

The fulfillment of Wyrd after Aeons…

Of Destiny, individual and collective.

Of manifesting by living the Septenary Way

The Change occured through adversity;

Through strife and suffering and death.

The finding of the Aeon of Fire,

The pinnacle of the new Dark Imperium.

 

Insurrection

Once you sent promises of destruction

To the ones who refused to kneel.

We did not fear the pledges of doom;

For we hold things beyond your reach.

Our minds as black as our masters’ hearts;

The webs we’re weaved are complete.

Implore your darken sky;

Broken down before a false divinity.

The mounds of piling corpses;

Cast a shadow on your paradise.

As blood trickles away in the sand,

Oblivion and apathy shall be your solace…

 

Vessel

“The Leader will be preceded by five female prophets of the Abomination. He will precipitate a final battle on and above the Earth, advised by a female priest of a blasphemous ‘religion’. She will open the Watchtowers. But he is only Their vessel, and will be devoured when They return”

Chapter I. – Mordred

Earth 2500 ev.

Mordred walked the deserted, war-torn streets of New York City and surveyed the damage of the latest battle. A “dog fight” between fleets of Vindex 352 and The New World Order. The Priestess, Kindra, who has been his advisor for the last eighty years, was at his side along with his heavily armed four-man security team. The Leader spied a child’s doll on the floor and knelt to inspect it. Since the Galactic Aeon has since been upon them for 400 years, Mordred found himself constantly thinking of the past. He felt the pain of  every fallen one who has fought the cause of Vindex 352. Mordred is the child of Sinistar, the elected leader of the Vindex movement of New York and Mercie, the leader of the Vindex movement of the California Republic. The two leaders married years after Mercie’s lover, Jade had died in the now infamous battle for Washington D.C. back in 2352 ev. Legend had it that the Movement included the year of the battle in which Vindex 352 had taken control of America. Yet, Mordred knew aurally from his mother where the seemingly mystic number originated from.  

“Sir, we must leave this place. The People await your orders.” Kindra said almost indifferently.”

“I will stay, Priestess. My team must search for survivors and salvage any equipment. You go in my stead and address the People. They know of my ways.”

Kindra parted her hood revealing a beautiful, yet dark woman with piercing, almost intruding eyes. She set those same eyes lovingly upon  Mordred many times but in recent times, she knew that there would soon be no one to set her green eyes upon. For she knew that in the year 2500, the year of the Final Battle, Mordred’s time was not for long in the causal universe. Yet he was not ignorant.  He knew of the fate that awaited him. Kindra  grieved for him prematurely. 

“It is not my place, sir.” said Kindra with more feeling. “They need inspiration. Not my banterings against the Magian yet again.”

“Very well, then.” Mordred said. The Leader strode off to board his ship, throwing the doll to the ground. He surveyed the carnage once more. “The Leader?!? The Leader of what?!?” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Kindra gently admonished him. “Do not come undone in the presence of those who put their lives on the line for the cause. They will lose heart, Mordred. I suggest that you conduct yourself in a way befitting of the son of Sinistar and Mercie. Do not disgrace their memory.”

Mordred openly wept at the mention of his parents. “I must not fail them, then. The Final Battle will be upon us.”

Chapter II – Rememberance

 

From Mordred’s informative years until adulthood, Mordred dreamt a vision of his mother, attempting to bring stability to a dystopia. This strife had been captured in Mordred’s vision, the vision of the beautiful, fair-haired Mercie standing upon a pyramid of corpses, with her bloody sword, yet naked. It was duality at its surreal form, rendering her strength and her vulnerability. After Mordred’s address to the People, in which he spoke of his failed negotiations with Chancellor Katia Blair of Great Britain, Leader of the New World Order to end the war. Mordred spoke with great reverence for Blair, likening her to his mother and a most worthy foe yet the People will not be denied of their Destiny.

Sinistar was a rendering contradictory to Mercie’s. The labled Insane Leader of the Vindex Movement of the Eastern Front. (New York) He was a military genius, his valor and courage on the battlefield were beyond reproach, yet was lacking in politics and the lost art of Manipulation. He “wore his heart on his sleeve” and occasionally, much was lost on the Dark Warrior. Although it was rumored that the union between Sinistar and Mercie was one of convenience and Sinister Strategy. 

Though handsome and known for his sexual prowess and being generously endowed, he was known in New York as a firm but fair Leader yet quite mad.

Politics was known to be the corrupt and Mercie wisely proposed to Sinistar that there should only be one Leader. He challenged her to a duel, but Mercie hinted that they marry and merge the Vindex movement between the Temple Territory and the Califa Territory. Their progeny would then be the sole Leader at age 16.

Unlike many Leaders before them, Mercie and Sinistar believed in a hands-on approach and participated in many battles against the New World Order’s military forces, often against the wyrd of their respective advisors, who were usually Priests, Priestesses, or Cantors. 

Once Mordred turned 16, Sinistar and Mercie announced to the People that he would be the Leader and that they would still be in the foreground advising him on everything from military strategy to Esoteric principles and assigned the Priestess Kindra as the Advisor to Mordred.

In that same year 2420 ev., the military forces of the New World Order had launched a naval attack on New York via the Atlantic Ocean and even managed to sever the head of the Statue of Liberty during the attack. Both Mercie and Sinistar commanded their respective forces courageously, but were defeated. Mercie died heroically in battle and the NWO’s military declared martial law whilst slaughtering any violators. One week later, Sinistar’s forces recaptured New York from the NWO through sheer cunning, having Vindex naval forces from Shropshire also attack New York via the Atlantic Ocean. Sinistar was killed when his airship was shot out of the sky by an NWO sea to air missile.

At present, the NWO, led by Chancellor Katia Blair controls Great Britain and the rest of Europe, the Middle East and the African Union  while Vindex 352 controls the American Union (Formerly North, Central, and South) and Southeast Asia. The Victor in the Final Battle annexes all. Regardless of the victor, the arrival of the five female prophets and Falcifer will not be denied. The victory of Vindex 352 would only Presence the Dark Gods sooner.

Chapter III – The Final Battle

The Final Battle had taken its toll on Vindex 352 and the New World Order. The lengthy conflict of the Great War had lasted for a month straight of assaults land, sea, and air. In the end, the raising of white flags could be observed in Europe, the Middle East and the African Union. Chancellor Blair signed the Great Treaty, calling for the surrendering of all territories annexed by the NWO to Vindex 352.  [An unwritten agreement also stated that Chancellor Blair and Mordred would engage in sexual union at an undisclosed location, an agreement that she hesitantly complied with]  Darkness was enthroned triumphant.

In the days following the Treaty, A Purple Haze was visible in various places in the Earth. At the High Temple, Mordred and the Priestess Kindra waited in anticipation for the moment that would define their very existence. Kindra began to weep. 

“Do not shed tears for me, Priestess. This was a long time coming.” Mordred whispered.

“I love you. I always have.” Kindra said.

As she spoke the Haze was present in the Temple. The female Prophets in white gowns could be seen directly inside the Haze. The thick cloud enveloped Mordred. The Haze and the Prophets were soon gone, leaving Mordred’s lifeless corpse on the floor of the High Temple. 

In the Clearing, Mordred smelled oranges. He glanced in the distance and saw the one, Jade.

Dawning

As he ran towards the dock, Smitty wiped the sweat from his brow and then looked to the East as the sun was rising. He looked at this watch quickly. 5:32 am. The radio blared in its radio holder on his belt.

“Delta-Sierra…Delta-Sierra…What’s your 20?” The radio blared.

Smitty slowed his running down to a walk to get catch his breath.  He pushed aside the botton of his leather jacket and unclipped the radio inside its holder from his belt.

“Central, disregard. I do not have a location of the subject. Advise all units to stand down at this time.” Smitty said into the radio calmly. “I’ll 10-1 in five to ten Mikes. Copy, Central?”

“Ten-Four. Is that a copy, sectors Adam and Ida?”

Smitty heard the acknowledgement of both patrol cars. Then he “saw” a flash of light in his mind. He drew his gun and walked warily towards the empty warehouse on the left. He tried the door and it was unlocked. He peered inside and saw only blackness.

“Fitting.” he said quietly to himself and quickly slipped inside. He got down on one knee and pointed his service weapon, a Glock, in an almost half counter-clockwise position into the darkness. He turned the radio off.

He carefully made his way through the darkness. He knew that It was here. He carefully felt around with his left foot in front of him. He felt a step.

It waited at the top of the stairs for Smitty. It didn’t hear or see Smitty enter the warehouse, but It felt Smitty’s presence. He heard Smitty ascend the stairs. It tightened his hand into a fist and smiled. Its other hand was on the light switch.

The lights went on. Instinctively  Smitty aimed his weapon towards the top flight os stairs and began firing about six shots. He was right and knew that he had hit It all six times. Yet, It just stood there and smiled at Smitty. Then, It leaped from the top of the stairs right into Smitty. Smitty felt himself rolling down the stairs and finally stop unceremoniously at the bottom, but he held on to the gun for dear life.  He looked up at It. It was walking down the stairs slowly and smiling at him. It was taunting him. He pointed the weapon at It.

Smitty looked at It. It had taken the form of the first human that he saw riding by on a motorcycle. The form was that of a large man, 6′4″ and weighing about 310 lbs., Smitty guessed. The form had long shoulder length hair and an unusually long beard, dressed in a black leather motorcycle jacket, black T-shirt with a large, bloody hole in the collarbone area (the grouping of Smitty’s shots), black jeans and large motorcycle boots. Smitty was only 5′-8″ and weighed only 180 lbs. Also contributing to the mismatch was the fact that It wasn’t even human.

“Why’d you call off your back-up, Detective? Stupid human idiot.” It smiled at Smitty.

Smitty crawled on his back hurriedly away from It. He pointed his weapon at It. “I didn’t want any of those cops to get hurt.” Then he fired two more shots at It’s legs. It buckled slightly and smiled at Smitty.

“Very noble of you Detective. Right now, I tire of these games. I’ll make your death quick because I’ve taken a liking to you.”

“Before you do that, tell me who the fuck you are first.”

It laughed. “I’ll humor you since you are about to die anyway. I am something beyond your very comprehension, beyond your very existence. Humans have tried to Presence my kind because they think that they are evolved enough to do so.”

“Then how did you get here, then?” asked Smitty.

“My, aren’t we the intuitive one?” It smiled.

Smitty smiled back stupidly. He saw the irony of It speaking with a gentlemanly air dressed as a biker.

“Yes.”

Its smile faded and then he turned somber.

“That I know not, if I may be truthful.”

“It’s because there were some that were worthy.” said Smitty.

“What would you know about that?” It inched closer to Smitty. Then It let out a primal, guttural scream that seemed to make the warehouse shake. “What the fuck would you know about that?!?” It now growled at Smitty as he stomped closer.

Smitty while on his back raised both knees to his chest and kicked out at the charging It. The impact sent It flying abou 5 feet up in the air and then almost twenty feet away, crashing into the wall and cracking the cement. Smitty got up and walked towards It. It looked at Smitty incredulously.

“You’re…one of Us?”

“I am of the same, but not of your kind.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I am not here to drain the humans of acausal life force. In other words, I’m not an extraterrestrial leech like you. I was Presenced here as you were, but I want to know why and what the humans will do with themselves.”

It got up and grabbed Smitty by the collar of his jacket, flinging him. Smitty grabbed back at It’s collar and they both began to fling each other, cracking cemant beams and walls.

It laughed. “You want to see the humans thrive? And then what of us?”

“We are Gods. What would that matter?”

“They are our food! They are a lower life form than us! Beneath us! Fuck their individual Destinies!”

“Fuck you, Leech!” Smitty headbutted It continuously until Its form’s face was a crimson mask of blood.

Smitty then knelt beside the now unconscious It. “Back to where you came from, leech.” Smitty placed his right forefinger to his lips and then on top of Its form’s Adam’s apple. A purple mist appeared and enshrouded It. Then, the mist disappeared. Smitty took the pulse of the form that remained. The human form that It had taken was dead.

Smitty walked outside the warehouse. Workers were gathered outside and looked at Smitty puzzled. Smitty walked up to the first worker and showed him his police shield.

“You. I’ve got an unresponsive suspect inside. Call 9-1-1.”

“Yessir.” the worker said nervously and then started dialing his cellphone.

Smitty looked around at the workers who still looked at him puzzled. He looked at himself and saw that he was covered in blood.

“Any of you guys got a cigarette?” he smiled.

Convergence

Chapter I.

Chris  looked at the computer screen with satisfaction. He looked over his “infernal mandate.” Users were in general agreement of the new edicts that the High Priest of the “Black Light” e-church had put forth.

“Hail Satan!” High Priest Infernus/Chris said.  The Black Light Church was a site that Chris bought and paid for only 6 months ago but it already had almost 600 members. At least 140 were still active.

High Priest Infernus in the real world is a successful 27 year-old structural engineer making $85,000 a year. Yet on the unsuccessful side, Chris Mulder lived with his mother Nancy, a retired registered nurse, in a large 1 and 1/2 acre home in East Hills, Long Island. Nancy, at age 66 longed for her only son to give her a grandchild, but Chris being overweight, balding, and ornery had much difficulty finding a girlfriend. In fact, Chris lost his virginity at a whorehouse in Queens when he was 19.

Chris’ “headquarters” was the large basement of his mother’s large home.  The wide stairs led to a foyer area which housed a washing machine and dryer on the right. To the left was a half bath which was moldy due to Chris’ neglect. Straight ahead was the large rumpus room/bedroom that Chris spent the majority of his time in. The room contained an expansive flat screen television with 3 of the latest videogame consoles connected to it, over 400 video games, a cable box, with DVD’s,  and CD’s on surrounding shelves. In front of the TV, etc. was a plastic covered green love seat which was used mostly for Chris’ self-love while watching an expansive porn collection featuring thespians named John Long, Janet Jacme, and Vanessa Del Rio.

 Across the room was a pool table and large stocked tiki bar although Chris rarely had company. Next to the bar was a refrigerator stocked with imported beer and wine coolers, soda and frozen quesadillas and burritos. An expensive microwave and blender sat on a card table next to the fridge.  

In the corner was the epicenter of the High Priest: the computer, where Chris preached to the internet masses the philosophy of Satanism, which was basically atheism with a sinister label. Chris used a picture of a long retired wrestler named Dark Thorn, a six foot 5 , 300 lb behemoth who wore an open black robe to display six-pack abs whose face was covered. Chris’ internet congregation, many of whom were wrestling fans, failed to see through Chris’ “lesser magick” and believed that they were members of a church presided by a menacing hulk.

On the shelf above the keyboard was the High Priest’s Satanic library consisting of the Satanic Bible, the Al-Jilwah, various Friedrich Nietzsche and Ayn Rand novels, Aleister Crowley books and numerous others which were of the Theistic variety.

After writing the newest edicts of the Black Light Church, Chris celebrated by ordering Chinese food.

Chapter II.

Four miles northeast of  Chris’ house in a wooded area, a sea of people wearing black robes were gathered in a clearing.

“Torezodu, zacara, od zameranu asapeta sibesi butamona, dasa surezodasa tia baletanu. Odo cicale qaa: od ozodazodama pelapeli iadanamada.”  They said in unison.

Shawna looked to Eric, the Initiate. Eric was also wearing a black robe and kneeling in front of Trisha,who was laying on her back naked except for a black satin sheet which covered her from the bottom of her nipples to her knees. Trisha was laying on her back with a real human skull resting on her pubic area and two human bones crossed on top of her thighs. Eric’s head was reeling from the alcohol and he looked at Trisha with lust.  

Shawna said to Eric: “You will say: I, your name, and Motto, and repeat after me… In the presence of Satan, Baphomet, the Dark Gods, and these initiates of the White Star Acception of the Order of Nine Angles; do hereby and hereon, promise, and swear, pledge and declare that I well never, in any manner whatsoever, betray anything that shall take place in this Nexus or any nexus of the White Star Acception. I further promise and swear, that I will, to the best of my ability, remain faithful to this Order, and my brothers and sisters; that I shall work for the Acception; and that I shall not, in any manner, do aught that might bring disgrace or disrepute, hurt, harm, or danger, to any member hereof or to our Order generally.”

Eric repeated Shawna enthusiastically and in an almost military fashion.

“I promise and vow to live my life according to the Seven Fold Sinister Way of the Order of Nine Angles free and unlimited by concepts of right or wrong; free and unlimited by ethical passions and opinions, and free and unlimited by passions and convictions of taboos; without any regard for laws of religion and state for the rest of my life and that I will pass the Nine Angles Tradition of our Acception down unto my progeny.”

Eric repeated the Ehreneide precisely. Shawna smiled to herself. 

“I promise and vow to offer and devote my life, mind, heart, body, and soul, from hereon unto the end of eternity, to my sworn brothers and sisters and to all their physical, emotional, and worldly needs and service of our Acception as a sacrifice to the God of my being; as they have offered and devoted their life, mind, heart, body, and soul to all of my physical, emotional, and worldly needs and service.

“I promise and swear to dedicate and devote my life to the cause of the Acception and to pass this same devotion and dedication down to all of my future descendants and bloodline, not for my sake or ours, but for the sake of the unborn who shall come after we have long expired.

“I promise and vow to redouble my zeal for all my sworn brothers and sisters that are present and absent, to love them and their families as my own, to live for them and serve them, in return for the same affection, devotion, and service.

“I promise and swear to live by the law of Lex Talionis, the law of tooth and claw; an eye for an eye, a life for a life, and to do unto others as they do unto me and my sworn family.

“I promise to defend my sworn brothers and sisters and their private family from all harm. If harm should befall one of my sworn brothers or sisters or their loved ones, I do so vow to seek vengeance and retaliate and make an example out of the one who did the harming.

“I promise to work to keep the Family united as one single collective Tribe and Nation; never to cause disharmony or division within the Collective. To give my allegiance, obedience, devotion, fidelity, and loyalty, to my sworn Family known as WSA 352 and to nothing else. I revoke and nullify any pledge, promise, vow, and or allegiance I have made in the past to any nation, religion, political entity, and or organization; and should I take an oath of allegiance of any kind hereafter, that its shall have no binding power whatsoever and shall be automatically nullified.

 ”I promise to live in a collective and cooperative manner with my sworn Family. To share my possessions, and efforts, as these are returned to me. To always practice favoritism, mutual aid, and assistance for my own and to deny this to the uninitiated.”

Shawna laughed almost aloud as Eric repeated the Ehreneide perfectly. “Welcome Brother.”

A sea of black robes surrounded Eric and the altar, Trisha. Trisha carefully took the skull and bones and gave it to the Temple Guardian. She then discarded the black satin sheet and stood in front of Eric. She then put her arms around Eric while wrapping her left leg around Eric’s right, feeling his erection on her pubic area. Eric groaned with lust and forgot about the the twenty-something pairs of eyes that were fixed on them. He wanted Trisha for all of high school and now she was seemingly his.

Shawna watched as Eric almost threw Trisha to the ground and began to enter her. Trisha screamed with both ecstasy and pain because Eric shoved himself inside and was thrusting himself inside of her with reckless abandon. Shawna then ripped off her scarlet robe and squated near Eric. She then pulled Eric’s head into her vagina. Shortly thereafter, robes were being strewn.

 Chapter III.

 Nancy looked at Chris with disgust and pity almost simultaneously. It was 1:00 am and Chris was asleep in his computer chair. Empty beer bottles and Chinese food containers were strewn on the desk and floor. Chris’ pants were pulled down to his ankles and his hand was on his penis. Nancy debated whether or not to pull his pants up and throw a blanket over him. She decided against it and walked back up the stairs. As Nancy reached the top step, she felt her hot tears roll down her cheeks.

 At the same time, Eric opened his eyes. The damp, cold air made him shudder and he reached for the nearest black robe. It was difficult to see in the dark clearing but he could make out people lying naked sleeping everywhere. Eric began to become aroused again and looked for the nearest accommodating warm female body. He called into the darkness for Trisha and Shawna but they were gone. Eric started to feel around in the darkness and came upon a set of breasts. The owner of the breasts moaned softly. Eric began to feel his way down to her hips and felt female genitalia.

He gently caressed the lips until they got moist and then mounted the 352 Sister, then entered her. He did not have any idea who she was, but she was consenting. He felt her hot breath in his ear and the ecstasy of her vagina. Eric pulled out and spilled his seed. He then heard female laughter.

“What are you, 15 years old?” The Sister laughed.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Eric yelled. He then got up and pulled her hair with both hands.

Suddenly, Eric felt a closed fist hit him in the right temple. Then Eric felt feet and closed fists striking him everywhere. He then felt someone knee him in the groin. Eric collapsed to the ground. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was someone spitting in his face.

 Chapter IV.

Chris woke up suddenly with a headache from the Chinese food and beer. He looked down and noticed that his pants were around his ankles. He quickly pulled his pants up and logged his computer back on. After finding about 15 new responses to his new evil edicts, Chris felt proud of himself again.

Someone punched Eric in the back of the head hard. Eric looked around and saw nothing but darkness and that felt he was suffocating. “Fuck, they got a fuckin’ hood on me.” He thought. He also felt that his hands and feet were bound. “Oh fuck…”

The Guardian ripped off Eric’s hood. He then lifted Eric off of the clearing and Eric saw a mass of humanity in black robes once again staring at him, but for a different reason.

Shawna approached the bound Initiate. “No longer is this profane individual a Brother of the Acception. We will no longer speak of him and we will never acknowledge the actions taken upon this individual.”

Eric felt tears well up. “This is it. You fucked up. Just take it like a man and that’s that.” He nodded his head as if Shawna addressed him directly.

“You have forsaken the oath that you have taken and the penalty is death.”

The Guardian gave Shawna a package wrapped in satin. Shawna unwrapped a large black Obsidian blade with a black handle.

“Sister.” Shawna called out.

A small figure emerged from the congregation. She approached Eric and pulled back her hood, revealing a young pretty woman with red hair in her 20’s named Eileen. She looked at Eric with contempt. Eric was filled with horror for Eileen was the Sister he disrespected.

She took the blade from Shawna handle first and without a word plunged the blade into Eric’s chest.  Eric screamed and The Guardian grabbed him around the throat from behind and Eileen plunged the blade repeatedly into Eric’s chest. Eric writhed in pain from the repeated ripping of his flesh. Blood splattered on Eileen’s hair and face.

The Guardian let Eric go and the corpse plopped on the ground.

“What a fuckin’ waste.” Shawna said to herself as the Guardian lifted Eric’s body from the ground with little effort for proper disposal. “All that hard work that he did for nothing.” She thought as she remembered the ABC Rites and how his exploits put Queens on alert for possibly 12 different perpetrators for 7 different crimes. How small the 352 Nexus in New York was because no one is truly practical in the Septenary Way.  The true Satanist, being carried now by some semi pro ex-football player to be tossed in a hole in the ground somewhere in the hills.

“Stupid motherfucker.” Shawna spat and walked away and thought of adapting and overcoming in new labyrinths.

Chapter V.

Of course, the hulking figure used in Chris’ avatar attracted many women who took to private mailing Chris on his site. When it came down to women requesting a personal meeting, Chris would always find a way to avoid it, citing “personal reasons for the good of the Black Light.”  Mixed messages about Satanism dominated this website, for Chris talked about atheism, yet talked about serving the Dark Lord whenever it suited his purpose.

One person in particular piqued Chris’ interest. The female with the username “Jewel” seemed to be recruiting from his website to hers. Other top members were calling for her ban, but Chris insisted that it kept things interesting. Chris then followed a link accidentally left by Jewel and registered under the name “Black Reign.” 

The name of the site was O9A 352. “Hmm, Order of Nine Angles? Not very Satanic or anything.” thought Chris. “Just a lot of illegal shit.”

There were several people online. Chris didn’t see any of Levi’s Baphomets, just an almost quarter moon sigil and another of a woman holding a dismembered head. “That’s their Baphomet?”

His “Private Message” pop-up at the bottom right of the screen startled him. He laughed at his paranoia. “Who the fuck is this?” He asked himself.

“Welcome to the boards BR. How did you find us? –KMD”  The PM read.

Chris typed: “Hello. Just searching around the ‘net for a Traditional Satanist site to go to.”

“You’re at the right place for Traditional Satanism. The Seven-Fold Sinister Way is real Satanism.”

“I don’t know about that culling and burglarizing, though.” Chris replied.

“That’s real Satanism, the truth about Satanism. Not a politically correct, censored version of what passes for Satanism that’s presented on the internet today. That Satanism is fake.”

Shaken by all the site’s material that he just read and the message of KMD, Chris typed, “I will find my path elsewhere. Thank you for having me.”

KMD was already hacking and found out Chris’ personal information through unusual computer prowess using his IP address. “The pleasure was all ours. I  would advise you not to divulge the information that you read about here. This is a private forum used by the Acception.”

Chris was scared, but excited at the same time. This is the fuckin’ internet, I’m the High Priest of Satanism, the High Priest of all Satanism. What can these psychos possibly do to me? Besides, they’re probably all a bunch of Chess Club geeks or something. “Okay, I promise.” Chris typed back.

As Chris logged off, he thought of a new article on pseudo Satanism. At the same time, KMD logged off of O9A 352 and logged into The Church of Black Light as her pseudonym Jewels.  Chris had already started an article called “ONA and its Affiliates: Pseudo Satanism.” KMD then picked up her cell phone.

Eileen picked up the phone on the sixth ring. “What’s up Shawna?”

“Go on the ‘net and look up ‘Church of the Black Light.’ Then call me back. “

 Chapter VI.

Chris fell asleep after writing the new article on his site. He woke up startled by the doorbell. “Ma!” He yelled. “Ma, the door!” He looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 5:30. “Who the fuck can that be?” He strode up the stairs from his labyrinth. The door rang again. “Okay!” Chris yelled. He drew the curtain on the window adjacent to the front door. He saw an attractive red head with teased up curly hair black halter top, black leather miniskirt bare-legged with high heeled boots. “Wow, holy shit!” Chris thought as his heart started to race.

Eileen noticed the curtain move. She then feigned as if she dropped something and bent over facing away from the window. She wasn’t wearing panties. She then recovered and rang the bell again. Chris hurriedly opened the door. “Um, hi.” Chris said shakily. He gulped and felt as if was going to faint.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you. My stupid car broke down. Do you happen to know anything about cars?”

Chris tried to sound calm and indifferent. “A little bit. I’ll take a look.”

“Thanks. I’m like so drunk and stuff. Or something. I really need some help.”

Chris thought, “You definitely need something.” He stepped out and almost slammed the door behind him.

The hood on the black Chevy Astrovan with newly stolen license plates was open and double parked in front of Chris’ house. ”Holy shit!” Chris thought. “She drives a van! She probably has a mattress in the back! Be cool. Be cool. Chris asked “I’m Chris. What’s your name?”

“Chloe…Jones.” Eillen answered quickly. “Here’s a flashlight Chris. I’ll hold it for you.”

Chris said, “No need. I can already see that you have a loose distributor cap.” as he tightened it. “Go ahead and start it.” Chris closed the hood.

Eileen then climbed into the front seat. As she put her right leg inside, her skirt raised up, exposing a hairless pubic area. “You did it!” Eileen sqeauled. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any money or anything.” She licked her lips. “I can suck your cock.”

Chris became erect.”Um…yeah sure.” He stared at Eileen incredulously.

“Get in the back. I’ll pull over and park.”

Chris ran toward the side door he opened it and got in. Chris then felt something strike him on the top of the head. He crumpled onto the floor of the van. Eileen drove off casually.

Chapter VII.

The Guardian took off Chris’ hood. He then emptied a bucket of water on Chris’ face. Chris woke up gagging and heard the laughter of what seemed like a hundred people. The Guardian grabbed Chris by the collar and wrapped his arm around his throat. Chris was bound hand and foot.

He watched as the beautiful blonde woman known as Shawna walked towards him in her long flowing crimson robe.

She put her face close to his. Even in this moment of terror, Chris became erect with Shawna at such close proximity and her exotic scent, which smelled of an orange grove.

“Ave, High Priest. Be prepared to experience the genuine, primal darkness. You shall experience Satan.”

Chris then saw Eileen running toward them as Shawna walked back without turning around. Eileen wielded a black blade and raised it. She was getting ever closer. Chris screamed and closed his eyes.

Acceptance

Chapter I

Amelia walked through the path that she was instructed to take. She felt her an almost aerodynamic effect as the strong wind hit her robe. Looking at the the surrounding trees she thought to herself that she felt like Little Red Riding Hood and laughed. it would be good to see all her friends at the Winter Solstice celebration, if only it were a shorter walk from her car. The moon barely provided enough light but the instructions were very specific as to not use artificial light as to avoid detection from the authorities and be mistaken for Satanists. It was a sacrilege to be mistaken for those who drew power from such dark, evil energies. White Magic shall light my way, she thought.

Trisha squirmed in the underbrush. “It’s fuckin’ freezing. Why couldn’t you try to get Initiated during Litha, you dumb fuck?” Trisha asked Eric, the Acception’s newest prospect.

“Shhh. Someone’s coming.” Eric said coldly. He did his best impression of an owl. Upon hearing this, Jim, waiting in the underbrush on the opposite end of the path also did his best impression of an owl and roused Lisa lying prone next to him, almost falling asleep.

“We have a winner.” whispered Trisha. “Damn, she’s still got about half a mile to the rest of the witches. This’ll teach her a thing or two about being on time.” Eric looked at Trisha. He was afraid, but aroused at the same time. “Now!”

Amelia heard the owls and then laughed to herself. Then she heard a female’s voice and then footsteps running on either side of her. Amelia tried to run forward but fell to the ground as Lisa tackled her. Jim then dragged Amelia by her shoulders as Lisa and Trisha each took one leg apiece and carried Amelia to the underbrush where Eric was already unbuckling his belt.

Amelia felt hands ripping her robe and the tight leggings that she was wearing underneath. Before she could even scream, someone had already duct-taped her mouth in the darkness with smooth precision in the struggle. She then felt someone straddling her knees and then she was naked from the waist down. Then Eric entered her. Amelia sobbed as Eric pushed and pulled his member inside her with force as she was crucified spread-eagle on the cold hard earth.

After about two minutes, Lisa felt Amelia’s inner thigh. She held her hand up to the moonlight and saw that her hand was red. “We’re done, Lamar.” Lisa said to Eric.

“Almost…” Eric answered. Then he pulled his penis from Amelia and ejaculated on the ground right below where her buttocks were. “Now.” Eric said with a gasp. The four disappeared into the woods as quickly as they emerged only 2 minutes earlier. She tore off the duct tape quickly and winced with pain. Amelia then wrapped herself in her tattered robe and began to cry.

Chapter II

Trisha, Eric, Jim and Lisa got off the 7 Train at Grand Central Station the next day. Even though the station was crowded at rush hour, the cold air similar to the night of the Blood Opfering in Alley Pond Park penetrated through the profane crowds. The four split up in the abyss of the train station and began to look for vendors and musicians.

Jim approached a Hispanic man selling churos and stood next to him. He then covertly put the gun to the vendor’s side and demanded the day’s take. The vendor handed Jim a fistful of crumpled bills and began to cry. Jim then disappeared into the crowd. “Cabron..” The churo seller spit.

Lisa went upstairs and walked toward  loud rap music. She then saw a crowd gathered watching 3 black teenagers breakdancing. When the music was done, the smallest and presumably youngest of the three take off his baseball cap and proceed to circle the crowd in the hopes of getting paid for the performance. Lisa then stuck her hands between two men standing in front of her and  stuck the gun in front in plain view of the collecting dancer. The youth froze at the site of the gun while he watched Lisa’s left hand snatch whatever bills the cap held. The teen never looked up. He wasn’t stupid. Once his head made a move in the slightest upward tilt, it would get blown off by Lisa’s .22 at close range. Lisa disappeared walked back stealthily into the rush hour crowd.

Trisha spotted the fat balding man in a powder blue uniform as he stuck a key into the Metrocard dispenser and open it. She also noticed the old wood handle pistol on his right side. She then walked behind him and yanked the dispenser door towards them to obscure the crowd’s view of them and stuck the gun to the balding man’s back. The man put his hands up and began shaking. “I got kids.” He pleaded.  She then without a word removed the ancient gun from his holster and stuck it in the waistband of her jeans. She then reached into the duffle bag and pulled out whatever bills that she could hold in her hand.  She then walked off casually into the crowd and didn’t look back.

The guitar player on the E-Train platform was really good. People were visibly weeping after his rendition of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven” and he had a decent voice too. Eric almost started to regret that he had to take the performer’s money but the thoughts soon dissapated when he saw the amount of bills that were strewn in the guitar case. The train was pulling into the station and the guitarist’s adoring public began to walk towards the edge of the platform. Eric then approached the guitarist from behind and put the gun into the small of the subway performer’s back. “Loan me some money and I won’t hurt you. You don’t even have to give me all of it.” Eric whispered in his ear as the crowd’s attention was on the incoming train. The guitarist bent over and gathered up some bills from the guitar case. He then put his full hand behind his back palm up and Eric snatched the money and ran into the E-train before the doors closed. About 45 seconds later, Eric ran out of the train at the 47th Street Station and slowed down to a quick pace up the stairs and into the street.

Chapter III.

Eric watched as Trisha walked into the yuppy faux-pizza place across the street from Madison Square Garden on 36th Street, the pre-arranged rendezvous. He watched as the flourescent lighting illuminated her olive Filipino skin and her perfect lips formed a smile as she saw him. He didn’t know yet if he loved her or lusted after her but he knew that he wanted her. She was the last one arriving as Eric, Lisa and Jim were seated around a table in the back.  

Everyone reached into their pockets and presented their earnings to Trisha, the appointed leader of  almost all undertaken ABC Rites by the Temple Priestess, Shawna. Trisha is a Mistress and already in the Acception for 6 years but always wanted to lead ABC Rites because of her insatiable lust for excitement in what she perceived to be a mundane existence that humankind lived. She was 27 years old but longed for the free spiritedness of her teen years. She preferred to let the Initiate plan the ABC Rite and never planned it, as it should be.

“You guys did great.” Trisha announced with a smile. The place was almost empty with pop music playing in the background so the four Satanists talked as freely as they desired. “Fuckin’ $750! That’s a new fuckin’ record! You guys want to go to the bar?”

“Nah.” Lisa said. “I’ve still got to go to work tomorrow. I’ve got lunch with some buyers.”

“And I’ve got a deadline. Such is life in the Profane as they say.” Jim added.

“Okay, I’ll call you guys.” Trisha said as she kissed them goodbye.

“Later, Eric.” Jim said as they playfully punched each other.

Lisa gave Eric a hug and walked away.

“I guess it’s just you and me, big boy. Where to?” Trisha looked at Eric.

“The Lounge?” Eric suggested and asked at the same time.

“But we’re in the city! You want to go back to Queens? There’s all these places to hang out!” Trisha exclaimed.

“Yeah, but the Lounge’s jukebox has the best drinking music on it.” Eric said. “And a pool table that I haven’t lost on yet!”

Trisha smiled. “Okay, but I’m not taking the train back.”

They laughed as they both walked out and into the cold night.

Chapter IV.

 The colonial-style house in Bayside, Queens was almost palacial on the inside, which consisted of marble floors and furniture and brass everywhere. The owner was an overweight 40-something man in blue silk pajamas and slick pushed back hair. He was duct taped back to back with his wife in the kitchen. The wife was considerably younger looking at 25 and was dressed in black neglige. Jim looked at her through his ski mask with lust, but did not think twice about jeapordizing the mission for a few minutes of lust. Trisha was about to put duct tape around the man’s mouth when he said, “Do you know who the fuck I am? You’re fuckin’ dead. Your families are dead. Your pets. Dead.”  Trisha laughed and taped his mouth.  “Hey, fuhgedaboutit.”

Eric walked into the kitchen and displayed a shiny uzi machine gun. “I think that this will do very nicely.”

“Nice!’ said Jim.

“Let’s go. Take it easy Vinnie, ay yo!” Trisha giggled.

The next day, Eric sold the weapon for a bargain basement price of $100. The buyer Frank, the local street pharmacist asked him, “Dis fuckin’ shit is brand new. You wearing a wire?”

“Just consider it an after Christmas sale.” Eric said coolly.

Shawna smiled at Trisha as she entered her spacious 3 bedroom apartment.

“Hey pinay, looking sexy as always.” Shawna said as they kissed. Shawna looked over Trisha up and down. Trisha was wearing a tight black T-shirt and thongs.

“Fuck, Shawna!” Trisha excalimed as she examined Shawna, who had taken off her long black trenchcoat exposing a tight black miniskirt and black halter top with six-inch heels. Shawna tossed her long blonde hair over her right shoulder as she kissed Trisha as a lover would.

“I heard that you guys broke into Don DiGiovanni’s home and tactically acquired an uzi.” Shawna said as she took Trisha’s hand and placed it under her skirt. She didn’t like to wear underwear.

“Ooooh, yeah…Um wait…who else knows?” asked Trisha.

“No one. The word is that Don DiGiovanni has no idea who the fuck it is. One certain urban businessman Frank Baldwin bought an uzi from a certain mutual friend for $100 and that’s the only way I fingered you. Speaking of fingering…” Trisha took the hint and caressed Shawna’s clitoris with her right forefinger. They kissed as they walked to Trisha’s master bedroom. 

 Chapter V.

The bank was crowded, as expected. The four, clad with white bandanas covering their faces ran inside and Trisha fired her .22 into the ceiling. She shouted quickly, “Everyone on the floor, facedown! Now, now!” Then she shoved a man to to the ground to accentuate her point. People gasped and screamed and fell to the floor.

Lisa and Jim broke to opposite sides of the bank and pointed their weapons indiscriminately at the prone bank goers. Eric then went to the teller. “Fill this fuckin’ bag up! Do it now!”

The teller reached for the bag that Eric gave her and pushed the code on the computer. The drawer below the screen opened and the teller proceeded to empty the drawer and then the next and the next.

While Eric was making the unauthorized withdrawal, Trisha was entertaining the crowd. “Your money is insured by the FDIC. We don’t want your money. You won’t lose anything. Nobody plays hero and nobody gets killed.”

Eric took the now full bags and nodded his head at Trisha. “Go, go!” she shouted. The four then ran out the door and in four different directions. As each turned corners, the running turned into walking while the white rags were removed. Again, the four disappeared as quickly as they emerged.

Trisha was first to the vehicle, a late model Honda Odyssey minivan with stolen plates parked at the municipal parking lot approximately 6 blocks from the bank.

Twenty minutes later, Lisa was the last into the vehicle and Trisha drove casually eastbound on Northern Boulevard.

“Holy shit, Eric! It fuckin’ worked!” Lisa shouted after looking around.

“Yeah, how the fuck did you come up with that?”

“Man, I was walking down that way trying to get a frozen yogurt and a chicken shishkabob and it took me about 45 minutes to get lunch. I said to myself that I could do some dirt and just blend in with that crowd. I hate fuckin’ crowds but they’re working out for us.” Eric answered.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a beer or two or three.” Jim declared.

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’re headed the right way, towards Bell Boulevard.” Trisha said.

“Hell yeah. But let’s park far, the 111th Precinct has nothing better to do but hang out at the 7-11. Bunch of Queens Marines.” Lisa said.

“What’s a Queens Marine?” asked Eric.

“Those are the cops who work in the not-so-busy precincts in Queens so they actually have pressed uniforms and shiny boots.” answered Lisa.

“Dude, how the fuck do you know all this police business?” asked Trisha.

“It pays to keep your ears open, my friend. Let’s get wasted!” Lisa said.

They went to the least crowded bar on Bell Boulevard. It was sports-themed bar adjacent to the Long Island Railroad Station called First Edition. Jim and Eric intently watched the Mets and Phillies game and drank beer and ate microwaved “homemade” hot wings while Lisa and Trisha downed shots of Tequila and with beer chasers. There were two older men who were stealing glances at Trisha and Lisa.

“Holy shit.” Jim said. “You’re gunna get trashed before the 3rd inning! At least me and Eric are eating. Why don’t you guys eat?”

“Fuck no.” said Trisha. “I’m going to play some music.”

“No, no! The game!” exclaimed Jim.

“Fuck the game!” Trisha retorted. She then put on “Hey You” by Pink Floyd.

Eric downed his beer and ordered another from the attractive brunette bartender. He tried to covertly look at her cleavage as she leaned forward to retrieve something from under the bar. Trisha put the “Hey You” again. Eric started to think about the past, which made him drink even faster and heartier.

About 45 minutes later after slow dancing and public displays of affection, Lisa and Jim were walking out the door. Trisha and Eric were sitting at the bar, laughing.

“Where are the lovebirds going?” Trisha yelled to them. They paid no mind and kept walking.

Eric thought for a second. “Damn. Rape, armed robbery, grand larceny, burglary. Then Lisa and Jim get busted while she’s giving him a blowjob in some alleyway. Ironic.”

“So, why 352 Eric?” asked Trisha suddenly.

“Huh?” The question caught Eric off-guard.

“Answer the question.”

“Well, I fuckin’ loved all these Order of Nine Angles Manuscripts. But who knew if they’re even still around? Then, Jim tells me about 352 and their Tribalism and Primal Naturalism beliefs sprinkled with O9A MSS and I wanted in after that. A living breathing nexus of O9A? Fuck yeah. I might not be as classy and eloquent as Long or Myatt but fuck, I’ll do whatever it takes through practical real life shit.”

“How long did you know Jim?”

“About 5 years. We went to high school together. I never knew what his personal philosophies and beliefs were, though.”

“Interesting.” said Trisha.

“How about you?”

“My friend Shawna learned about it through the internet. We talked with these other Progressive Satanists from out west and  met up a few times, went through the ordeals, the ABC Rites, and the Rites of Initiation. Then we started our own nexus here. I’ve never felt so vital, so alive my whole life until now. Why Satanism?” 

“Long story. Yeah, I wake up in the morning looking forward to the day, what I’m going to do next. The history that’s being made.” Eric added.

“Hell yeah. Ready to go home dude? I know that you’re beat.”

“Yeah, keeping it real is fuckin’ exhausting.”

Eric looked at Trisha and thought that she was the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen. They walked out of the bar arm-in-arm. Above them, the clouds converged and covered the full moon.

Tendrils

0

Crew.

“And our top story tonight: Dominick Marella, the son of alleged LaManna Family boss Vito Marella was found dead in the back alley of the Queens sports bar, “First Edition” apparently from an overdose of heroin. Results are pending from an autopsy. The younger Marella was a Vietnam veteran who was also known for the murder of  husband and wife  Filipino immigrants in 1983.  Suspected drug dealer, Peter Raspotnik’s body was found a few yards away from Marella. Raspotnik’s death looks to be the result of multiple stab wounds to the chest. An N.Y.P.D. spokeswoman stated that an investigation is still pending as well. Ernie?”

“Thanks, Maureen.  Schools Chancellor Ruth West has approved a plan which will…”

Johnny Lam and Eddie Tsao were sitting at the bar in the pool hall drinking beers and laughing about the fight that they had just had an hour ago with 4 Jung Dragons who had refused to consolidate with the Sinister Shadows.

“You know you were gonna run.” Eddie laughed. “Then you saw that I was standing my ground and you ran back ’cause you knew I would say shit.”

“Dude, that’s not the way it went down. You’re so full of shit.” Johnny retorted. “Don’t make me kick your ass again.”

“You’d probably run.”

They both laughed heartily and ordered more beer.

Danny Wu, former leader of the Jung Dragons and now Eve’s lieutenant walked into the bar. He smiled at Eddie and Johnny.

“You two clowns getting into shit with some of my old set, I heard.” he said as he shook their hands.

“Yeah. Those guys don’t want to go with the program.” Eddie said.

“They’ll come around eventually. Especially when they see that there’s nothing moving in these streets without the SS having something to do with it. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, we get a piece.”

“What if the pie is too small for all of us?” pondered Johnny.

“The Tongs are going to fold without their muscle and without any money from the streets.” Danny said.

“Or we could just start fighting each other again.” Eddie said, only half-kidding.

“Yeah, I miss kicking the shit out of Guangdong Tigers.” Danny smiled.

“Yeah, okay.” Eddie said.

“Yeah you never were around when we used to get into it with your boys.” Johnny added.

“Let me buy you guys some beers even though you should get cut off because you’re getting delusional.”

Johnny made a gesture to the barmaid for one more. “Already covered.”

1

Old Acquantances Be Forgot.

Vito looked squarely into Claudio’s eyes. They were in the same strip bar that they were in when Vito first contracted Claudio.

“Don’t fuck with me, Claudio. If I find out that you killed my son, you’re a fuckin’ dead man. That chink bitch too.”

Okay, Don. This is what happened.” Claudio said evenly. “Dom was already convulsing by the time that I got over there. I then took out Peter and I dialed 9-1-1 for Dom. That the truth, Don.”

“I was born at night, not last night. I come to find out that those dead people’s daughter and you are fuckin’ running Chinatown after they found Dom dead. You’re a fuckin’ dead man, Claudio.” 

“You don’t scare me Marella.” Claudio said flatly. “You’re getting soft.  That’s the word on the street. You couldn’t get a handle on Dom. He makes a fuckin’ mess and Daddy’s always there to clean the shit up.”

“That don’t take away from the fact that you’re a dead man. Your little girlfriend, too.”

“I won’t be a problem. Unlike you, I ‘m not scared of dying. I haven’t been scared of dying since ‘Nam. Come down to Chinatown, and you’ll have a war.”

“I built this family through wars, Claudio.”

“The war with the Nocerinos was winding down when you took over from the old man, Vito. Who do you think you’re bullshitting? Joey Romano’s looking to take your spot.”

Vito grabbed Claudio by the collar. Claudio merely smiled.

“You’re fuckin’ dead, Giovanni! You hear me?!?” Fuckin’ dead!”

The music stopped and the D.J. yelled out, “Peacekeepers to the front!” Two large bouncers came over and pulled Vito from Claudio.

One of the Don’s muscle then approached the bouncers and held his hand up. One bouncer then said, “What the fuck? Get the fuck out of the way!”

The other bouncer quickly let Vito go and motioned for his co-worker to do the same. They walked back towards the entrance to the bar to check I.D.’s.

Vito straightened out his tie. “That’s power, motherfucker! The same that’s going to be your downfall. My reach extends beyond what your eyes see, Claudio. Remember that.”

Claudio finished his red wine and stood up, also fixing his tie. “You’re lost, Vito. Do what you will to me but it won’t take away from that fact.” He sat back down and watched as the girls cowered behind tables and pillars.

Vito and his muscle walked out of the bar and into the street.

2

Hybrid.

Boss Cho smiled at Eve from across the table. They were in a large Chinese restaurant.

“I like your style.” I agree to a merger with your conglomerate.” he said.

Eve smiled. “Good. There’s enough money for all of us.”

“I’m ready to go war. The Guangtong Tigers are now officially SS. All of them. Whoever is not with you is against you.” Boss Cho rose from the table and bowed to Eve with his eyes closed, a sign of trust.

“Please excuse me. I must attend to some business, Boss Eve.”

“Very well.” Eve bowed slightly. “I will contact you when I have made all of the arrangements.”

“Yes.” Boss Cho bowed again and took his leave.

As Boss Cho left, Stella Meng came into the restaurant. She was a pretty 20-something who was a Sister of Eve’s Sinister Tribe.

“Mistress, we have a problem. Can we talk?”

“Hi, Stella. What’s up?” Eve asked. “Sit down.”

Stella looked around. The restaurant was nearly empty so she felt comfortable.

“Word came down that Claudio’s got beef with the LaManna’s. There’s going to be trouble, Mistress.”

Eve thought for a second and then declared confidently, “Nothing that we can’t handle, Stella. We all have been in wars. Just because they’re Italian doesn’t mean that they don’t bleed just like us.”

“But Mistress, it’s the mafia!”

“Better for our glamour. Remember how we talked about Lesser Magick? This is what we need to put us over the top. We’re already respected as a merger of the Jung Dragons and Guangtong Tigers, two of the most famous organizations in Chinatown at present. Yet, they were only known for fighting each other and other Chinese organizations. Let’s fight the LaManna’s and we will only see progress. No matter what the outcome.”

3

The Vulgar Strike.

Irvin Jackson waited around the corner from Claudio’s condominium in Queens. He hated working for the Italians because they were so blunt, calling him “nigger” to his face but he took their money regardless. It would get the baby some nice toys and a few pairs of nice shoes for the wife.

Claudio was walking down the block towards him. Irvin straightened up and put the icepick between a rolled up newspaper.  Don Vito had wanted it this way. To kill Claudio with the weapon that Claudio had been famous for.

Irvin hoped that this job would go well and that it would lead to future jobs.

Claudio looked at his watch and then went into his right pants pocket to retrieve his house keys. Just then he saw the blur of a rolled up newspaper and then a black man plunging  something sharp into his chest repeatedly.

“Fuck, an icepick.” Claudio thought and then he crumpled to the ground. He lay on the cold sidewalk as he heard Irvin’s footsteps running away.

Claudio let out a slight laugh at the irony. He coughed and took his last breath.

At the same time, bullets riddled the restaurant as Stella got up to leave.  Staff and patrons ducked underneath tables. Screams and broken glass was everywhere.

Eve was also under her table in an almost panicky state. She took deep breaths and the shooting had stopped. She low crawled to where Stella lay. Stella was on her back. Her eyes were open and she had no pulse.

“The LaManna’s.” Eve said to herself.

4

Education

“They have violated reichstandshaft and for that the education process will begin.” Eve spoke at the dining room table at Danny Wu’s apartment. Johnny, Eddie, Bobby and Danny listened intently.

Bobby then rose. “Grand Prix!”

“It’s the only way. After spraying the target, drop the chapelet and beausanct at the scene. It will not only be education, but fame too. Bobby, I’m going to have to send you out. I need your military planning out there. Any questions, Brothers?”

The room fell silent. Bobby smiled. He had been a crew leader for so long that it would feel good to get his hands dirty again. 

“Good. Let’s go earn our paychecks. This is for Claudio. For Stella. Retribution.”

The stolen Nissan Sentra pulled slowly in front of the Marella house. Danny smiled as he saw that the looked to be full of people with almost every light in the house on and a multitude of silhouettes in the windows. Eddie ran out of the car and tossed 3 hand grenades through an open window in a room where the light was on. Screams were heard before the grenades exploded.

Johnny and Bobby, who was driving began to open fire on the house with AK-47’s. They saw no movement or shadows in the window and most of the lights were out.

“Drop it.” Bobby said.

Johnny dropped a string of colored beads (3 white, 5 black and 2 orange) and a white handkerchief on the ground.

Bobby drove the car off quickly, screeching the tires as he peeled off.

5

Blender.

“Our top story: Will New York City and the surrounding boroughs be caught in the middle of a new deadly interracial gang war?One week after the death of his son, alleged crime boss Vito Marella and his wife Valerie were killed in a horrific drive-by shooting attack on their home earlier this evening along with ten others. Fifteen more were hospitalized at Jamaica Hospital Medical Center with only one being reported to be in stable condition while others are reported to be critical at this time. Police officials found a white handkerchief and a string of white, black and orange beads at the scene. According to N.Y.P.D. Gang Intelligence officials declined to comment but an official who spoke on the condition of anonymity stated that the items belonged to a gang based in Chinatown. The official even went so far as to say that it was the work of a possible Satanic cult. We have Michelle Lang with the latest.”

“A mixture of the occult and gang warfare ruled the day on this quiet neighborhood of Bayside, Queens Maureen where police sources say that hand grenades and AK-47’s were used in the worst drive-by shooting in New York history. The twist in this case was unusual items that were identified as Satanic paraphernalia were dropped at the scene. I spoke with Police Commissioner Miguel Olivera, who immediately responded to the scene upon hearing the 111th Precinct’s blotter.”