The Were-zomb-ire’s teeth were chattering after having spent a night in the Vatican garden on a rather chilly Rome evening.
The demon Moloch who was using the Were-Zomb-ire’s body as his host was starting to feel cold.
He was used to intense heat.
“Good morning,” said the demon Mammon who happened to be in the neighbourhood.
“Mammon, what are you doing here?” Moloch through the Were-Zomb-ire’s mouth asked the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce.
“Some of the Vatican bureaucrats who are under my control have just issued a statement through the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace calling for the creation of a World Financial Authority,” Mammon smiled, “and I of course am going to be the one running that World Financial Authority when it’s finally created.”
“You haven’t formed an alliance with the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl by any chance have you?” Moloch asked through chattering teeth.
“So what if I have?” Mammon shrugged, “by the way what you were doing spending all night in the Vatican garden?”.
“I was trying to locate Pope Benedict XVI,” Moloch growled through the Were-Zomb-ire.
“Have you ever heard those stories about that mysterious priest who goes down into the catacombs and takes saucers of milk and bread to feed all the hungry stray cats who live down there in the catacombs?” Mammon asked.
“Yes, I have heard those stories,” Moloch nodded.
“Well that mysterious priest since 1981 has been Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger now Pope Benedict XVI,” replied Mammon, “he was down in the catacombs last night doing it.”
Mammon walked away whistling.
Moloch took a step and tripped over a black cat which caused him to fall into a fount of Holy Water.
“Hell, no,” Moloch’s Were-Zomb-ire body started to smulder.
To be continued.
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“So I hear Libyan leader Col. Muammar Gaddafi was killed today in his birthplace of Sirte,” Amadeus Emanon remarked as he bit into his camel burger- a dish he was trying for the very first time.
“That’s right,” Renfield yawned as he looked at the video of Gaddafi’s dead body at the BBC News website on his computer.
“Wasn’t he one of the Boss’ allies at one time?” Amadeus reached into a jar of pickles and added a pickle to his camel burger.
“That’s right he was,” Renfield nodded, “right up until the moment he started to lose the Libyan civil war- then the Boss quickly dropped him as an ally.”
As the group The Black Eyed Peas started to sing the song My Humps on the radio, Amadeus bit into the most difficult portion of his camel burger and asked Renfield, “So what are you currently doing?”.
“I’m trying to hack into the computers of the Libyan Transitional Council to see if I can discover the secret location where they plan to bury Col. Gaddafi’s body,” Renfield grinned.
“Do you suppose they’ll bury him face downwards so he can see where he’s going?” Amadeus felt musically motivated to add some black-eyed peas to his camel burger.
“I don’t know,” Renfield shook his head, “I’m trying to determine the site of his burial because I think it would be kind of nifty to fly there and raise Col. Gaddafi from the dead as a zombie.”
“Have you ever wondered what they do with dying grapes?” Amadeus changed the topic as he reached into a box of raisins.
To be continued.
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Moloch and Mammon
October 24, 2011 at 9:47 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Vampire novel) (demons, Mammon, Moloch, Pope Benedict XVI, Quetzalcoatl, The Vatican, the were-zomb-ire)
The Were-zomb-ire’s teeth were chattering after having spent a night in the Vatican garden on a rather chilly Rome evening.
The demon Moloch who was using the Were-Zomb-ire’s body as his host was starting to feel cold.
He was used to intense heat.
“Good morning,” said the demon Mammon who happened to be in the neighbourhood.
“Mammon, what are you doing here?” Moloch through the Were-Zomb-ire’s mouth asked the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce.
“Some of the Vatican bureaucrats who are under my control have just issued a statement through the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace calling for the creation of a World Financial Authority,” Mammon smiled, “and I of course am going to be the one running that World Financial Authority when it’s finally created.”
“You haven’t formed an alliance with the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl by any chance have you?” Moloch asked through chattering teeth.
“So what if I have?” Mammon shrugged, “by the way what you were doing spending all night in the Vatican garden?”.
“I was trying to locate Pope Benedict XVI,” Moloch growled through the Were-Zomb-ire.
“Have you ever heard those stories about that mysterious priest who goes down into the catacombs and takes saucers of milk and bread to feed all the hungry stray cats who live down there in the catacombs?” Mammon asked.
“Yes, I have heard those stories,” Moloch nodded.
“Well that mysterious priest since 1981 has been Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger now Pope Benedict XVI,” replied Mammon, “he was down in the catacombs last night doing it.”
Mammon walked away whistling.
Moloch took a step and tripped over a black cat which caused him to fall into a fount of Holy Water.
“Hell, no,” Moloch’s Were-Zomb-ire body started to smulder.
To be continued.
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