Mephistopheles and The Billionaire

May 30, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Mephistopheles and The Billionaire

An American billionaire stood in his home with a glass of wine in his hand.

He was startled to see a demon standing there.

The demon seemed to radiate an aura of class and seeming elegance.

He did not have grotesque or ferocious features but from the expression on his face, he seemed to have the most sinister look that the billionaire had ever encountered in a demon.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“I guess you haven’t seen me before,” the fallen angel helped himself to a glass of port, “you’ve mainly had contact with Baal and Baphomet the patron demons of the U.S. Democratic Party. I, however along with the demon Mammon, am one of the two patron demons of the U.S. Republican Party. I am Mephistopheles.”

“The fallen angel to whom Faust sold his soul?” The billionaire inquired.

“I must someday thank Christopher Marlowe and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe for all the free publicity they have given me,” Mephistopheles smiled, “otherwise most would probably never have heard of me. I needed a scientist’s soul at the time and so I sought Faust’s.”

“Baal is patron demon of child sacrifice, Baphomet is patron demon of sexual perversion and abominations, Mammon is patron demon of greed but what are you, Mephistopheles, patron demon of?” The billionaire asked.

“I am the patron demon in charge of promoting racial and ethnic hatred,” Mephistopheles smiled and pointed at the TV screen.

The sound was mute but the visuals were of CNN showing rioting and looting in various cities across the U.S. ostensibly as part of protests protesting the murder of Afro-American George Floyd by white policeman Derek Chauvin who kept his knee on Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds; 2 minutes and 53 seconds of which occurred after Floyd became unresponsive.

“You know,” Mephistopheles examined a rare vase on the mantelpiece, “I’ve been told of the reaction of Charles Manson the hippy commune leader of the group known as the Manson Family as he’s busy roasting away on his barbecue spit down in Tartarus. As you know, dear old Charlie was hoping to start a race war by arranging for the Tate-LaBianca murders of August 9th and 10th 1969. This he knew because he imagined the lyrics of the Beatles song Helter Skelter told him so. Sadly for poor Charlie, the Tate-LaBianca murders never led to the apocalyptic race war he was wanting. And now thanks to policeman Chauvin’s murder of citizen Floyd, the race war for which dear old Charlie always longed may have finally started. I heard Manson wept tears of joy as he was turning over on the open flames just below his spit when he heard the news of what is currently happening in America in the last week of May 2020. Sadly for dear old Charlie, all those tears weren’t enough to put out all those flames.”

“There’s a Hell?” The American billionaire seemed surprised, “I’ve met Pope Francis on a few occasions and he assures me there is no Hell.”

Mephistopheles said nothing but put the vase down and just smiled.

He stood gazing at a replica of a Basil Hallward portrait painting of Dorian Gray.

“The racial tensions in America are now coming to a head and this Covid-19 pandemic has produced the flammable material necessary for the final spark,” Mephistopheles smiled, “This lockdown of two months plus people losing their jobs as the economy tanked has managed to produce a substantial mass psychosis. Psychosis and stupidity had already hit most of the leaders of the world first when this pandemic started. That’s why they made all the numerous bad decisions and stupid statements they did which just aggravated their populations’ anxiety and approaching mental breakdowns. Unlike King David or King Solomon, they never bothered getting down on their knees and asking the Creator of the Cosmos for wisdom and guidance in this matter. Instead they forbade gatherings in places of worship all over the world. You can’t have people talking to the Creator of the Cosmos in public. Citizens must render on to Caesar what is Caesar’s and in this century also render what is God’s on to Caesar. On this, politicians of all political stripes seem to agree. As for America, you’ve had numerous people spitting, coughing and sneezing on Asians for months since a certain leader kept blaming the Chinese people themselves for the virus and numerous folk who followed the pronouncements or should I say the tweets of this leader took matters into their own hands or should I say out of their own mouths and noses. And then the numerous tensions between whites and blacks that have gone on for centuries since slavery was first introduced as an institution in the American colonies. And then of course self-proclaimed “real Americans” have often hated or regarded with contempt those of a Latin American background. Even though California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and parts of Colorado, Nevada and even Utah was land that white Americans originally stole from Mexico. To say nothing of the land white Americans stole from Native American tribes.”

“Are you here to give me a history lesson?” The billionaire asked uneasily.

“No, I’m here to proclaim the possible end of America,” Mephistopheles smiled, “It was in July 1620 that the Mayflower left Plymouth, England carrying Puritan pilgrims to eventually arrive in what is now Provincetown Harbor in November 1620. That marked the beginning of what became known to history as America. Now 400 years later it appears that America has been tried in the balance and found wanting.”

Mephistopheles stood up and showed himself out.

The billionaire fiddled with the remote and turned to another channel.

The 1972 musical drama Cabaret with Liza Minnelli, Joel Grey and Michael York was being shown.

It was the scene in a German beer garden where a Hitler Youth member sings,

… “But somewhere a glory awaits unseenĀ 
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me…”

-A vampire novel chapterĀ 
written by Christopher
Saturday May 30th
2020.

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Who Is The Father? – Reflections On DNA and Free Will

November 20, 2017 at 8:34 pm (Crime, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Who Is The Father? -Reflections On DNA and Free Will

The New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont had gone to see her friend Amadeus Emanon.

She realized that Amadeus would probably be feeling stressed out today.

For Amadeus was not like other men.

He had been genetically created in a test tube from DNA from locks of hair belonging to composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, British actor Alan Rickman and California mass murderer Charles Manson.

Amadeus had emerged from the test tube as a fully grown adult back in late 2005.

He might have had the body of an adult but he still had the mind of a child.

And as he grew emotionally and psychologically, one of the greatest things he had struggled with was the fact that one of the DNA donors involved in his genetic creation had been the notorious killer Charles Manson.

And now that particular donor of DNA – Charles Manson – was now dead.

So Angelique figured that Amadeus would once again be struggling with the issue- would he be genetically destined to be another Charles Manson?

Angelique pointed out that physically in terms of his appearance, Amadeus looked like a young Alan Rickman.

As a concert pianist, he played the piano like the young child prodigy Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

“Amadeus, you’ve always been more interested in music than you have in murder,” Angelique told him, “it’s not only heredity that influences us but our environment as well. Manson was musically inclined having written a song for the Beach Boys but his thoughts gradually turned to murder rather than music, he turned to hate rather than love. He wanted to promote war between races rather than harmony among all humanity. You are the total opposite of that, Amadeus. You prefer music to murder and love to hate, one human race to any manifestation of racism. You are the opposite of Charles Manson, Amadeus. We decide to become who we are in life. Manson chose to become what he is- an angry murderer and failed musician who ends up dying in prison. You have become a loving joyful person and your musical talent grows with each passing day.”

“You mentioned environment?” Amadeus looked sad, “Look at my environment. I’m personal concert pianist to an ancient Egyptian vampire who killed and dismembered his own brother. My only friend other than you is Renfield R. Renfield a man who is the flesh and blood embodiment of television’s Raymond Red Reddington and as such the people Renfield bumps off may be assholes but Renfield is still a killer nevertheless.”

“Well the fact that you live in such an environment and yet choose to be the kind loving person that you are is testament to your strength of character, Amadeus,” Angelique said gently.

Amadeus sat silently considering what Angelique had just said.

Angelique added, “Consider the song Manson wrote and gave to Beach Boy Dennis Wilson. The title of the song that Manson wrote was Cease To Exist. Wilson turned that song into the Beach Boys’ Never Learn Not To Love. Manson’s original song and its title was like the life he lived- Cease To Exist. His life was nihilistic- he wanted to annihilate people. He ordered the deaths of people that ended in the killing of Sharon Tate and others. He wanted to bring about a race war- further death and destruction. It was all about death and annihilation for him- ceasing to exist. And now he has ceased to live- his last breath being that of prison air. Your life has been following a different course, Amadeus. Learning to love. Your life has been the embodiment of what Wilson did with Manson’s song when he changed the title and the lyrics- Never Learn Not To Love. The life Manson lived was the denial of existence. The life you’ve been living is the affirmation of love. Continue to live that life, Amadeus. For you are no Charles Manson. You are Amadeus Emanon.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday November 20th
2017.

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Haikus About The Age of Aquarius and Its Foreshadowing

March 26, 2014 at 7:09 pm (Commentary, Crime, History, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Haikus About The Age of Aquarius and Its Foreshadowing

The 1960s
rock musical Hair sees dawn
Aquarian Age

The summer of love
’67 in San Fran
flowers in their hair

The summer of death
’69 in LA means
there’s blood everywhere

Charles Manson decrees
Helter Skelter is now here
so Sharon Tate dies

August 9th four die
August 10th two die
Manson’s reign rains blood

The hippy era
from free love to bloody death
a dawn has gone wrong

This is the dawning
of the Age Aquarius
flowers bloom then wilt

Love followed by hate
flowers in hair gives way to
knives in hand below

The year 2012
some say Aquarian Age
has begun its run

Charles Manson figure
par excellence waits in wings
the dread Antichrist

-A series of Haikus
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 26th
2014.

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