Athena In Kiev

February 26, 2022 at 10:55 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Athena added a third candle to her candelabra as the lights went out in Kiev

Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom was in a dark abandoned house in Kiev.

These days wisdom was not to be found in the Kremlin in Moscow, the White House in Washington DC, 10 Downing Street in London and was most definitely not to be found at blackface racist groper Justin Trudeau’s residence in Ottawa.

The same held true for every political residence in every capital in NATO and the European Union.

It especially held true at the Vatican where yesterday the satanic AntiPope Jorge Mario Bergoglio had pulled a publicity stunt seeking photo-op by driving to the Russian Embassy in Rome to beg the Russian Ambassador for peace.

The stunt backfired when it turned out the Russian Ambassador wasn’t at the Embassy at the time.

And of course ghostly soldiers had been drawn into the Ukraine-Russia War.

The ghosts of the Trojan warriors of Prince Hector of Troy were fighting on the side of the Ukrainians.

And the ghosts of the ancient Greek warriors of King Agamemnon of Mycenae were fighting on the side of the Russians.

Back during the original Trojan War the goddess Athena had fought on the side of the Greeks against the Trojans.

She especially favoured Ulysses the king of Ithaca.

But not this time around.

The ghost of Ulysses was on his own clutching a copy of a book by James Joyce and a Thesaurus Guide To The Idioms of the Irish English Language.

In this war Athena was backing the Ukrainians and thus their ghostly allies the Trojan warriors of Prince Hector.

Her own brother Ares the Greek god of war had likewise switched sides.

Back during the original Trojan War, Ares had (under the influence of his sometimes girlfriend and lover Aphrodite the Greek goddess of love) backed the Trojans.

This time around Ares was backing the Russians and thus their ghostly allies the ancient Greek warrior ghosts under the leadership of King Agamemnon of Mycenae.

Athena looked out the window and saw her brother Ares walking the streets of Kiev.

He was accompanied by Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war.

It was her understanding that Thor and Morrigan would likewise be backing the Russians.

This was interesting because Thor’s father Odin she had heard was on the side of the Ukrainians.

Walking behind the trio of Ares, Thor and Morrigan were Loki the demoniac Norse trickster god and his son Fenrir the fierce Norse wolf connected to Ragnarok the battle of the Final Days in Norse mythology.

Loki and Fenrir were likewise backing the Russians.

Poseidon the Greek god of the ocean was backing the Russians as he had supported the ancient Greeks against the Trojans during the original Trojan War.

Apollo and Artemis had not yet announced on which side they stood.

Zeus, Hades, Demeter and Hestia were planning to stay neutral during this Ukraine-Russia War as they had during the original Trojan War.

Athena closed the curtains on the street scene.

Then she thought she heard the sound of dancing.

Quickly she opened the curtains and looked out the window.

There dancing on the streets of Kiev was the Hindu god Shiva and the Hindu goddess Kali.

Whose side are they on, Athena wondered, if any?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday February 26th
2022

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Hermes, Ares and The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa

June 19, 2020 at 10:49 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Ares the Greek god of war had gone to Miami to visit his brother Hermes.

Since the 12 Olympians, like most gods and goddesses of the world’s ancient pantheons, have all started using messenger apps on their smart phones, tablets and laptops, there was no real reason to use a messenger god like Hermes anymore.

Hence Hermes had retired to Miami.

Ares had gone to Miami to boast to Hermes about his actions in trying to start wars in various parts of the world.

Ares found Hermes lying on a sandy beach.

The messenger god was wearing dark sunglasses and covered in Coppertone lotion.

“So, what have you been up to?” Hermes lit himself a joint.

“Well, I’m trying to start a war between India and China,” Ares started reading off the list of his accomplishments, “Recently at the Galwan River Valley in Ladakh, I’ve had Chinese troops attacking Indian soldiers using iron rods studded with nails since under the terms of a 1996 bilateral agreement, neither side shall open fire with guns or explosives. At least 20 Indian soldiers are dead and of course Beijing is as usual quiet about the number of casualties on its side.”

Hermes opened himself a bottle of Corona beer and started sipping it, “What else have you done?”.

“Well, I’ve had North Korea blow up its liaison office with South Korea in the border town of Kaesong and my friend Lady MacBeth has been whispering in the ears of Kim Yo-jong (sister of Kim Jong-un) the acting leader of North Korea these days to say further military action against South Korea is on its way,” Ares smiled from ear to ear unbeknownst to the fact that he was being lusted after by a Catholic priest monsignor from a Basilica in Washington DC.

Ares then received a notification on his smart phone, “This is wonderful. Troops from Nepal have been put on alert in their border region with India.”

“You seem to be working overtime to start World War III,” Hermes helped himself to a cheese and tomato sandwich from his picnic basket.

“I am,” Ares flexed his muscles causing the gay Catholic monsignor to swoon on the beach, “I’ve also had Turkey threatening war against Israel if Israel decides to annex large swathes of the West Bank next month. And earlier this month, the Kingdom of Jordan threatened similar military action against Israel.”

“Why is Benjamin Netanyahu so anxious to annex a large portion of the West Bank next month anyways?” Hermes started eating a lox cream and cheese bagel.

“Well, according to a Renfield R. Renfield podcast I heard recently, it’s because Donald Trump’s polling numbers are so low and Netanyahu fears Trump may not be re-elected this November. So the Israeli Prime Minister is going to annex the West Bank while he’s still got a friendly administration in Washington DC, ” the Greek god of war put some Coppertone lotion on his bare legs.

“So it’s the American electorate’s fault for backing the Communist Neo-Menshevik and Neo-Bolshevik Democrats against the would-be American Caesar Donald Trump that an all-out war may start in the Middle East next month?” Hermes noted that his ice cream cone had melted in the sun.

“Yes, one thing you can always count on is for the American voter to do something outrageously stupid,” Ares grinned.

Hermes decided to go buy another ice cream cone.

Since the ice cream stand was closed, he went back to his condo.

A woman was entering the door of the condo next door.

“Who’s that?” Ares asked.

“That’s my next door neighbour the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa,” Hermes answered, “Her life is apparently in danger from both the Inca earth mother goddess Pachamama (whom Jamie Manson the bull headed bull dyke columnist for the National Apostate Reporter worships) and the flaming head of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.”

“Maybe she could use a Greek for protection,” Ares mused.

“I hope he doesn’t want to use a Trojan for protection,” the Catholic monsignor standing directly behind Ares mused.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday June 19th
2020.

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Morrigan In Cornwall

May 21, 2020 at 10:50 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Morrigan In Cornwall

Along the cliffs she walked 
While a raven flew by
Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war 
Beneath where she walked was the surging tide 
watery grave of many a sailor that died 
Behind her was wood of ancient fallen tree
Cast over these cliffs in storm that shattered tranquility 

These were the shores of Cornwall wild 
where wild desolate moors and cliffs of smugglers’ coves beguiled 
Not far from here was the Arthurian legend born
A brief ray of hope in a land forlorn 

Far far north of here were the mists of Avalon
Where the Arthurian sun set after Arthur was gone 
Now this land along with the world was pandemic bound 
So here far from eerie silence of death was bird cry and raging surf sound 

Like many immortals from ancient pantheons Morrigan returned to walk the earth 
when guns of August 1914 heralded a bloody rebirth 
A century of war 
and blood galore
Fascism, Nazism and Communism 
A three headed cobra with deadly fangs it bore 
Never far from human hearts the poison surged to the planet’s very core 

And now Mother Earth itself was filled with hate
A virus arose of deadly destiny and most fatal of fate 
Floods and cyclones now arose in the midst of May 
Were earthquakes now on the way neath skies so gray?

And war itself may not be far behind
That fiery red horse so insidiously unkind
Ares was still stomping his feet 
waiting for Morrigan to pick up the beat

-A poem and vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Thursday May 21st
2020.

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