Huchuysisa At Luxor

August 12, 2020 at 11:10 pm (Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )


The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa standing in front of one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor

The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa stood alongside one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor.

Approaching her was the ghost of Orson Welles who was walking with the ghost of a man who looked to be dressed in the garb of a classical Greek warrior.

Welles’ ghost was wearing spectral dark sunglasses and appeared to have lost weight the past week by a steady diet of spectral vegan plant based camelburgers.

“Look who I’ve found,” Welles’ ghost flashed a wide smile as he took off his spectral sunglasses.

“Who?” Huchuysisa asked.

“The ghost of Alexander the Great,” Welles introduced the ancient Greek king and conquerer, “Apparently the Greek god Zeus asked his brother Hades to release Alex from the realm of Hades back in January. Hades consented and Alex had gone on a Mediterranean cruise to see what the modern Mediterranean looked like. And wouldn’t you know it, this wretched CCP virus (which WHO has mandated everyone should call the Covid-19 virus so that’s why I’m not doing it) struck. Poor Alex’s ship was sailing aimlessly for months. It was finally allowed to dock in Alexandria after Alexander had to bribe a whole bunch of officials with a bunch of rare and valuable ancient Greek drachma coins that Charon the Styx river ferryman had neglected to remove from Alex’s mouth when he was crossing the Rivers Styx and Acheron after kicking the bucket centuries ago.”

“What is Alexander doing here at Luxor?” Huchuysisa asked.

“He’s come to see the Temple of Luxor where he had himself crowned Pharaoh of Egypt centuries ago,” Welles replied as he lit a spectral Cuban cigar.

“But some scholars claim he was never actually crowned Pharaoh of Egypt here,” Huchuysisa pointed out, “That he never got south of Memphis. That he was only crowned conceptually and not in person here. He got himself crowned conceptually at Luxor since being crowned Pharaoh at Luxor was the Egyptian Pharaohonic thing to do. And Alexander wanted to do it.”

“Is that true, Alex?” Welles’ ghost pulled a large spectral bottle of red wine out of his coat pocket.

“I don’t know,” Alexander’s ghost shrugged, “I can’t remember. I drank a little from the River Lethe (the river of forgetfulness in the Underworld). Not as much as my fellow spectral travellers who were with me did. I do remember much but there’s quite a bit I have forgotten.”

“I wonder,” Welles’ ghost poured himself a spectral glass of spectral red wine, “if Joe Biden ever stumbled and bumbled his way down to the River Lethe in the Underworld and mistaking it for the Pierian Spring, he drank deeply from it.”

The winged horse Pegasus flew by the vampiress and the ghostly duo.

Meanwhile down in his basement, Joe Biden mistaking his pot smoking cactus plant (which was a gift to him from some crazy Australian named Uncle Ernie who had taken way too many cuttings off his adopted nephew’s pet pot cactus plants) for his wife asked the plant, “Dear, who was it I named my Vice-Presidential running mate again? I’ve forgotten.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 12th
2020.

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Huchuysisa In London

July 28, 2020 at 10:50 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )


The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa in London

The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa was in London to attend a meeting of vampiresses, vampires and mortals who were opposed to the Marxist-Leninist New World Order being promoted by the People’s Republic of China, the WHO, the UN, Pope Francis’ Vatican and various leading global billionaire elitists.

The London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set had rented an elegant cafe in a 5-star London hotel for the meeting.

Huchuysisa was currently waiting in the cafe for the others to show up.

On her way over here, she had run into London private eye Agathor Christie.

Christie had recently been hired by the Kraken Napoleon VI (leader of the French Aquarian Age Bonapartist Party) to find the person, persons or entities responsible for starting the fire at Nantes Cathedral in France earlier this month.

His investigation came to a close when a Rwandan immigrant who was a volunteer at the Cathedral admitted to starting the fire in a confession to police authorities a few days ago.

Now Agathor Christie was working on a case where he was trying to track down a notorious London plagiarist James Alami.

“Good luck with your efforts,” Huchuysisa smiled at him, “If I run into this plagiarist, I’ll ring his neck.”

Huchuysisa smiled at Dracul Van Helsing as she saw him approach in the cafe.

“How goes the battle, Dracul?” She asked him.

“I feel like David going against Goliath,” Dracul answered.

“David won that battle, didn’t he?” Huchuysisa gave him an encouraging smile.

“He did,” Dracul nodded, “The Jesuit priest Malachi Martin gave the key to this geopolitical struggle in his book The Keys of This Blood. I really should have paid more attention to what Martin wrote about the Italian Communist theoretician Antonio Gramsci. I thought with the collapse of the Soviet Union and the fall of the Berlin Wall that Communism was on the way out. Looking back now, Martin showed how Gramsci had written the blueprint for this resurrection of World Communism. Something that has become apparent in the year 2020 with 2020 vision.”

“Well, put the stones in your slingshot and get ready to aim at the Communist Goliath,” Huchuysisa threw back her hair.

Huchuysisa offered to help Dracul practice his aim.

They were busy kissing and making out on one of the cafe tables when the ghost of Orson Welles entered the room.

“How did I end up as a spectator to Dracul’s love life all the time?” Welles poured himself a spectral glass of spectral red wine.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 28th
2020.

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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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Resurrecting Huchuysisa

January 17, 2020 at 11:55 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Resurrecting Huchuysisa

Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher had been overseeing a team of sound engineers and technicians who were trying to pick up the audio of the New Year’s video in which Pope Francis slapped the hand of an Asian woman who grabbed him after he had walked away after she had made the Sign of the Cross (which had very much offended Pope Francis’ invisible demonic spirit advisors).

He had done so at the request of British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

Renfield read the transcript of the audio to the Set Estate mansion’s butler and valet Athelstan.

Renfield (reading the woman’s words) : 

Why destroy their faith? Why destroy the Chinese? Look out for the Chinese’s feelings. Talk to me.”

“And to what is she referring?” Athelstan asked.

“The Vatican-Beijing Agreement on the Church in China which was signed back in September 2018,” Renfield explained, “by which the Vatican sold out the underground Catholic Church in China. Placing them under the control of the Chinese Patriotic Catholic (so-called) Association which regards Xi Jinping as being a higher deity than Jesus Christ. Sort of a Chinese Communist equivalent of the way a certain type of American Evangelical Christian regards Donald Trump.”

“I must confess I’ve never heard of that agreement,” said the nominally Anglican Church of England Athelstan.

“It was negotiated by the Communist predatory homosexual former bishop and cardinal Theodore McCarrick whom Pope Francis was finally forced to laicize back on February 13th 2019,” Renfield noted, “when news of his numerous crimes and misdemeanours involving the rapes of altar boys and young seminarians became far too overwhelming and the evidence far too substantial for Francis to sweep under the men’s health spa hot tub much longer.”

“Where is McCarrick now?” Athelstan inquired.

“Well, he was living in a Franciscan monastery in Kansas where he was supposed to be performing acts of penance and contrition for his crimes,” Renfield sipped from his bottle of bourbon, “but since the start of the New Year he has since moved to a luxury condo in Jacksonville Florida. No doubt he now spends his days on sandy Florida beaches ogling young boys and young male lifeguards and enjoying the hot Florida sun before he finally kicks the bucket and enjoys the extremely hot flames of Tartarus- a place where the cool air conditioning is nil.”

. . .

The Donald Trump defence team for his trial in the Senate were holding an introductory meeting.

Among the Donald’s legal team was Ken Starr who was Special Prosecutor during President Bill Clinton’s impeachment, Pam Bondi who was a former Florida Attorney-General and Alan Dershowitz a retired Harvard University law professor and trial lawyer whose clients included Mike Tyson, O. J. Simpson and notorious rapist of young girls sex offender Jeffrey Epstein.

As they sat in the room, a ghost suddenly walked through the portrait painting of U.S. Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes that was hanging on the wall. 

The ghost put a spectral briefcase down on the table and opened it and pulled out several spectral papers.

“Gentlemen and lady,” the ghost looked at them, “I’m Clarence Darrow.”

Dershowitz dropped his lox and cream cheese bagel all over his trousers.

. . .

Having located where the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa’s ashes were buried in the Peruvian countryside, Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing poured Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s Phoenix Rising Vampiress Resurrection Elixir all over them.

And the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa rose in front of them.

The ghost of Orson Welles remarked, “My God, I wish I was mortal again.”

He looked over at Dracul and exclaimed, “Van Helsing, is that an extra super large harmonica in your pocket?!”

“No, it isn’t,” Van Helsing answered, “I have never bought any of the notorious Australian Uncle Ernie’s merchandise.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Friday January 17th
2020.

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The Sad Death of Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa

January 15, 2020 at 11:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

The Sad Death of Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa

Inca vampiress Huchuysisa

The entire Russian government resigned today after Russian President Vladimir Putin announced sweeping new constitutional changes.

No one was quite sure what these new constitutional changes would mean.

Members of the British tabloid press decided to ask British MP Renfield R. Renfield about it (even though those same reporters of the tabloid press had been recently given quite literally a black eye from the MP for their treatment of Meghan the Duchess of Sussex).

Renfield answering their questions said, “Putin is trying to find a new means for keeping himself in power for ever. He’s been contacting Dr. Cadbury Rocher at Set Enterprises to see if Dr. Rocher can find a way of uploading Putin’s consciousness into the body of a young, handsome and virile Siberian male fashion model who apparently accidentally discovered the Fountain of Youth while vacationing in Florida, drank from there and then forgot about its location when the GPS app on his phone was hacked by a North Korean pizza delivery service. Coincidentally Dr. Rocher has also been getting inquiries from a jailbird in Australia nicknamed Uncle Ernie who also wants his consciousness uploaded into the same body of the same young, handsome and virile male Siberian fashion model.”

. . .

“Lexington!” Donald Trump bellowed for his British butler and valet from his bed in the Presidential bedroom.

“You screamed, sire?” Lexington inquired as he opened the bedroom drawer.

Lexington was forced to start calling Trump “sire” as well as “your Imperial Majesty” as the Donald intended to crown himself Neo-Roman Emperor of America at some point in the near future.

“The ghost of Gen. Qasem Soleimani was at the foot of my bed,” Trump’s toupee had turned ghostly white, “He pointed a finger at me and spoke these words ‘Soon. Soon. Soon.’ What did he mean by that?”.

“Maybe he means vengeance for his death is coming soon, your Imperial Majesty,” Lexington answered.

“Well, those words are hardly going to help me get back to sleep,” Trump bawled.

“All right,” Lexington consoled, “Maybe Soleimani had to take a number from the ticket machine in Paradise and what he means by ‘Soon’ is that soon he’ll be experiencing the first of the 72 dark-eyed houri (virgin damsels) that are promised him.”

“Soleimani gets 72 dark eyed virgins?” Trump was shocked.

Outside in the hallway, the White House janitor was singing the old 1980s Rod Stewart song, “Some guys have all the luck…”

. . .

Peter Whitstable the Fox Mulder of Interpol had been called in by the government of Peru to investigate the mysterious death of the young Inca vampiress Huchuysisa.

She had apparently been captured and burnt to death and videos of her fiery death had been posted to YouTube.

Whitstable traced the account as belonging to the demons Baal and Baphomet.

After talking with a professor of vampirology and demonology at Oxford University, Whitstable discovered the vampiress’ murder was probably linked to a desire to allow a demon’s client (who had sold their soul to the demon for a certain number of years) to be extended beyond the date of the soul contract’s expiration.

Occasionally a demon may find a client so suitable to fulfilling their own personal demonic agenda that they would like the client to live a while longer and not have their soul sent to Tartarus on a particular date like the original Hell drawn up contract stipulates.

The only out for a contract to be renewed, was for the demon or demons (if there was more than one) to whom the mortal sold their soul, was for the demons to find a young vampiress (who had been a vampiress less than a year) and burn her body to ashes.

Then the contract could be renewed for another set period of time and the soul could continue to live on Earth a bit longer.

Huchuysisa a promising young Inca fashion model had been diagnosed with terminal cancer last year.

The Cuban vampiress Dolly Castro had turned Huchuysisa into a vampiress at the young fashion model’s request.

And now the young vampiress’ nocturnal fashion career had come to an end with her fiery death at the claws of the demons Baal and Baphomet.

After some checking around, Whitstable had discovered that the Inca vampiress had been killed 7 days before U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg had announced that she was now cancer free.

This all started to make sense now.

Ginsburg had been promoting a Baal and Baphomet approved judicial agenda ever since Bill Clinton had named her to the U.S. Supreme Court back in 1993.

No doubt the demons wanted to see Ginsburg on the Supreme Court promoting their agenda for a lot longer.

She had to die so that Ruth Bader Ginsburg might live:

The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 15th
2020.

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