Polonium-210 Will Ruin A Glass of Scotch
MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was off to his meeting with the Mossad agent called the Controller of the Golem.
They were to meet in a pub in central London to discuss certain geopolitical happenings involving Russia and the Middle East.
When he opened the door to his room, standing there was the Phoenician vampiress Ashtoreth (looking not a day over 30) wearing a lovely pink evening dress.
She bit Diablos on the neck and drew him back into the apartment.
His meeting would be delayed.
, . .
The Controller of the Golem was sitting in the George and Dragon Pub sipping a glass of Scotch and soda.
A red-headed woman in a low-cut black evening dress and carrying a tray of pretzels bent over in front of him showing off her front assets.
“Pretzel, sir?” she smiled a smile flashing her white vampiric incisors.
But the Controller’s eyes were elsewhere, “Don’t mind if I do. I’ve also got a hankering for coconuts for some reason.”
“So does half the city of London,” she continued smiling as she dropped the vial of Polonium-210 in his Scotch and soda.
The Babylonian vampiress Lilith moved her backwards assets in a most delectable fashion as she walked away from the Controller.
The Controller sipped his Scotch and soda, screamed “El Shaddai!” and promptly keeled over.
“You see, Harold,” some constipated looking old bat of a wife nagged her sheepish looking husband a few tables away, “I was right not to let you take a pretzel from that shameless hussy. That could be you lying on the floor right now.”
“A pity it wasn’t,” the henpecked husband thought to himself.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday October 12th
2016
Qonzilqointec Reads Report On Kraken and Medusa
Qonzilqointec Reads Report On Kraken and Medusa
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec sat in her silk nightgown and read an email she had received from an MI-6 Agent whose code name was Diablos Nocturna.
She had never met Diablos Nocturna in person but the two had met on-line and had discovered they both had a mutual enemy.
They agreed to share information.
Diablos had sent her a copy of a report that he had received from an Israeli Mossad agent whose code name was The Controller of The Golem.
The report chronicled the movements of a Kraken sized octopus who was skateboarding across the state of Israel.
At his side as he skateboarded across Israel was a beautiful long haired redheaded woman who always wore the most elegant evening dresses and who had the ability to glide inches above the ground as she walked.
The Kraken and the redhead were first spotted at a global courier delivery service in downtown Tel Aviv where the woman arranged to have a dozen shopping bags couriered to her penthouse apartment in London.
They then went up to the Sea of Galilee at the woman’s insistence so that she could walk on water up there.
“I’m giving these people something they haven’t seen in 2000 years,” she said to the Kraken as tourists hastily took pictures with their smart phones.
A divinity professor at Yale who thought all of Christ’s miracles were strictly symbolic and that nobody could actually walk on water died of a heart attack when his daughter emailed him the picture.
He couldn’t fathom the thought of having to revise all his theories and revise all those textbooks he had written.
They then went to Cana of Galilee where the Kraken, wanting to upstage the redhead’s miracle of walking on water, tried to turn pitchers of water into lager beer at an American biker’s outdoor motorcycle wedding.
When the attempted miracle failed abysmally, the Kraken found himself being pursued by a group of angry tattooed motorcycle gang members and their equally angry tattooed brides.
The redhead who called herself Medusa had wisely ascended into the sky and headed off to Jerusalem before the Kraken had even attempted his water into beer wedding miracle.
She had recently seen the Kraken attempt to pull a rabbit out of a silk hat at a Mafia wedding in Sicily and when he had pulled out the local Mafia don’s mistress’ personally monogrammed panties instead, that had not gone over so well.
The Kraken jumped on his skateboard and headed out of town just before sunset as the Hell’s Angels followed on hot pursuit on their motorcycles.
“I don’t recall this ever happening in Lady Gaga’s music video about Judas,” were the Kraken’s last words as he skated past the sign that said You Are Now Leaving Cana of Galilee.
. . .
The redheaded Medusa’s descent on to the Temple Mount on August 27th 2015 (on the 40th Anniversary of Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie’s death in Addis Ababa) frightened away both Orthodox Jewish wailer at the Western Wall and Muslim worshipper on the Temple Mount alike paving the way for the Kraken who called himself Napoleon VI to skateboard on to the Temple Mount on his skateboard bearing the image of former Rastafarian Bob Marley.
The report from the Controller of the Golem that Qonzilqointec was reading bore the notation that the Controller had been immediately summoned by the Office of the Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu to report immediately to a West Jerusalem police station to take a sobriety test.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday August 27th
2015.
Qonzilqointec In London
Qonzilqointec In London
MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was in his London apartment reading documents about the unstable political situation in Turkey over Kurdish anger at the Turkish government’s refusal to use its military to defend the Syria-Turkey border town of Kobane.
A rustling came through the curtains of his apartment.
And standing there was the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec wearing a black evening dress and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
“Well, hello,” Diablos Nocturna put his folder of documents down.
“Hello, Diablos,” the Aztec vampire princess smiled, “if I may call you by the first name of your MI-6 code name.”
For Qonzilqointec had known Diablos Nocturna before he had become an MI-6 agent.
“Of course your Highness,” Diablos smiled, “what brings you to London?”.
“Well I spent a few days in Paris,” Qonzilqointec answered, “where I was meeting with various art dealers trying to buy a painting that Toulouse-Lautrec had once painted of me.”
“I didn’t know that Toulouse-Lautrec had once painted a picture of you,” Diablos Nocturna was suitably impressed.
“Yes,” Qonzilqointec smiled as she touched her jade earring, “two actually. One of me wearing a fashionable Parisienne evening gown of the 1890s and the other of me in the nude.”
“Toulouse painted one of you in the nude?” Diablos Nocturna had never heard this in the art history course he once took.
“Yes,” Qonzilqointec sighed, “unfortunately that particular painting went down on the Titanic.”
“No wonder there have been so many salvage trips down to the ocean depths to see what can be recovered from the Titanic,” Diablos Nocturna poured two glasses of red wine.
“Thanks,” the sexy and seductive Aztec vampire princess brushed back her hair as she accepted both the compliment and the glass of red wine.
“Anyone else try to paint a picture of you in the nude?” Diablos Nocturna was starting to regret not having taken any oil painting classes himself when he was younger.
“Pablo Picasso,” Qonzilqointec answered, “but since I had no desire to look like a cube or an ear or an eye with two noses, I turned down his request.”
Diablos Nocturna laughed.
In the distance sounded the howl of a wolf-like creature.
“That sounds like a werewolf,” said Qonzilqointec who was familiar with such creatures.
“It does indeed,” Diablos Nocturna agreed.
He too was familiar with such creatures.
“Never recalled hearing anything about there being a werewolf in the neighbourhood tonight,” Diablos sipped his wine, “there’s a trade union meeting in the neighbourhood labour hall at which far-left Marxist British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley is the guest speaker.”
“Maybe the meeting is turning out to be a howling success,” the Aztec vampire princess suggested.
“Indeed,” Diablos Nocturna laughed, “so did you locate the painting that Toulouse-Lautrec painted of you fully clothed?”.
“I was fully clothed in an evening gown in the painting,” Qonzilqointec answered, “Henri himself was in the nude when he painted it.”
“I see,” Diablos Nocturna was intrigued, “and did he paint it using a brush or looking at you was he inspired enough to paint it using something else?”.
Now it was the Aztec vampire princess’ turn to laugh.
“I take it from the look on your face that you managed to locate the painting,” Diablos Nocturna poured two more glasses of red wine.
“Yes,” the Aztec vampire princess smoothed her dress, “I found it– this painting of me with its unique ‘brush’ strokes and mixes of paint and precious stains.”
“And what did the art dealer have to say when you bought it?” Diablos Nocturna asked.
“He said it was a good thing for art and history that the German businessman who bought the painting in the early 1930s took seriously ill the first week of May 1937 thus preventing both him and the painting from being aboard the Hindenburg that ill fated week,” Qonzilqointec answered.
“A good thing for art and history indeed,” Diablos Nocturna raised his glass of wine and drank a toast, “so anything else exciting happen to you in Paris?”.
“Well I watched that sleezy harlot Isis push Swiss scientist Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius off the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral which caused him to plunge to his death,” the Aztec vampire princess seethed through her vampiric fangs.
“Yes, I heard about that murder on the news here,” Diablos Nocturna finished his wine, “so it was the Vampiress Isis who committed it eh?”.
“Yes,” Qonzilqointec replied.
The news reported on BBC a week ago last Wednesday evening noted that not only had Dr. Celsius been killed but he had landed on top of a street corner poetry reciter killing him as well.
The street corner poetry reciter had just finished reciting John Donne’s famous lines, “Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee” when the bell tower plunging Swiss scientist fell on top of him.
As for the deep-rooted enmity between Qonzilqointec and Isis, that went back to the time when the French Emperor Napoleon III who served as an imperial puppet for the Vampiress Isis’ plans for world domination attempted to place a Hapsburg on the throne of Mexico as the Emperor Maximilian I.
This ticked off the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec who believed that the throne of Mexico was reserved for her spiritual godfather Quetzalcoatl.
“So you went to Paris to purchase a painting that Toulouse-Lautrec painted of you,” Diablos Nocturna smiled at Qonzilqointec, “what brings you to London?”.
“I came to see Dr. Cadbury Rocher,” Qonzilqointec answered, “and then I saw Renfield R. Renfield.”
“You saw the Vampire Set’s chief research scientist and then his shapeshifting hamster/human Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering?” Diablos Nocturna lit a pipe.
“That’s right,” the Aztec vampire princess nodded.
“So how’s Renfield doing?” Diablos Nocturna looked up the term Severe Narcissistic Personality Disorder in the Complete Oxford Dictionary and noticed Renfield’s picture was along side it.
“Well talking of oil paintings of people posing in the nude,” Qonzilqointec laughed, “Renfield boasted to me that a well-known Malaysian woman artist who I had never heard of had painted two oil paintings of him posing in the nude.”
“Really?” Diablos Nocturna started to choke on his pipe, “and whatever became of those paintings?”.
“Well one of them disappeared along with the plane that it was on- Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370,” the Aztec vampire princess replied, “and the other went down on Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17 when the Amsterdam art dealer who bought it was trying to return it to the Kuala Lumpur art gallery from which he bought it to demand his money back.”
“I see,” Diablos Nocturna remarked.
“Although,” the Aztec vampire princess rubbed her chin, “there are rumours that it was found among the wreckage on the ground and its finding is responsible for giving recurring nightmares to Russian soldiers who are covertly operating in Ukrainian territory.”
“That I can believe,” Diablos Nocturna emptied his pipe.
“And now,” Qonzilqointec approached him, “I have discussed with Dr. Cadbury Rocher and Renfield R. Renfield a project I have in mind. And now I’m going to discuss that project with you.”
She leaned forward giving Diablos Nocturna a good view of her ample bosom down her low-cut evening dress.
“Well,” Diablos Nocturna said, “as Dr. Frasier Crane used to say on his Seattle radio call- in show on that old 1990s TV comedy series Frasier, ‘I’m listening’. ”
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
during the time period
of Tuesday October 7th
to
Friday October 10th
2014.
Diablos Nocturna At The NATO Summit In Newport Wales
Diablos Nocturna At The NATO Summit In Newport Wales
The NATO Summit in Newport Wales was winding down.
Most of the world leaders had left.
And MI-6 agent Diablos Nocturna who had overseen security operations at the summit was watching the shutting down of the summit.
He saw Monica Dhaliwal his liaison with CSIS (the Canadian Security Intelligence Service) approach looking very attractive and stylish in her white blouse, blue jacket, tight blue skirt, black silk pantyhose and striking cerulean blue spiked stiletto high- heeled shoes.
She was definitely the reason he had enjoyed working this summit so much.
She flashed a warm smile as she stood face-to-face with him.
“So,” she flicked her hair back as she spoke, “how ever did you come up with the code name Diablos Nocturna – Devil of the Night?”.
“From medieval legends of the incubus,” Diablos Nocturna replied.
“The male demon who slept with beautiful women in the night?” Monica Dhaliwal smiled again.
“The same,” Diablos Nocturna nodded.
“Say who was that woman who looked like the singer Rihanna and was dressed in a Dior red evening gown and hob nobbed with all the world leaders at all the summit dinners?” Monica Dhaliwal asked.
“That’s the Paris-based billionairess and Egyptian Vampiress Isis,” Diablos Nocturna replied.
“Vampiress?” The female CSIS agent was shocked.
“Yes her brother, brother-in-law and arch-enemy the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set lives in London,” the MI-6 operative answered.
“So you mean there really are such things as vampires and vampiresses?” Monica Dhaliwal adjusted her skirt.
“There are indeed,” the MI-6 agent replied.
“In my university days,” Monica Dhaliwal began stroking her hair, “I’d heard talk of a legendary Canadian vampire hunter by the name of Dracul Van Helsing. Does he actually exist?”.
“He does,” Diablos Nocturna nodded, “I’ve heard of him.”
“This London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set,” the CSIS operative inquired, “does he have anything to do with Set Enterprises the British research and development firm that’s said to be engaged in secret and very controversial genetics experiments?”.
“Yes, he owns it,” Diablos Nocturna took note of a news channel helicopter in the distance, “you might also have heard of his controversial corporate Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering the notorious Renfield R. Renfield. He has quite the reputation in international espionage circles.”
“Renfield R. Renfield works for Set?” The CSIS agent had indeed heard of the ruthless and totally psychotic individual that Western intelligence agencies turned to as a last resort when it came to dealing with the vilest scum of the Earth.
There were rumours that The Blacklist TV series’ character of Raymond Red Reddington was actually modeled on Renfield R. Renfield.
“Yes he works for Set,” Diablos Nocturna answered.
The MI-6 agent invited the CSIS agent for a drink in a nearby Welsh pub.
As they approached the pub entrance from the street, Welsh werewolf (although most people didn’t know that he was a werewolf) British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley came rushing out of the pub.
“They don’t have any buttermilk in this pub,” Magog Rhys Petley gasped, “in fact, they don’t seem to have buttermilk anywhere in town.”
He went running down the street shouting, “Buttermilk. I need buttermilk.”
“Quite the eccentric character,” Monica Dhaliwal looked down the street after him.
“That was Magog Rhys Petley a Welsh Member of Parliament at Westminster,” Diablos Nocturna stated, “Obviously a man who enjoys his buttermilk.”
They entered the pub.
. . .
“So what was this Vampiress Isis doing talking to all those world leaders?” Monica Dhaliwal asked Diablos Nocturna after they sat down.
“She’s hoping to use NATO to destroy Vladimir Putin’s Russia,” Diablos Nocturna replied.
“I see,” Monica Dhaliwal looked puzzled, “and why does she want to do that?”.
“Because it was a Russian nuclear submarine that used a laser death ray to disintegrate the spaceship that was returning her brother, husband and lover Osiris to Earth from the star system of Sirius back on December 21st 2012 and she’s vowed vengeance ever since,” the MI-6 operative replied.
“I see,” the CSIS operative felt she was in a dream.
“All part of a long-standing family feud that originated in Egypt millenia ago,” Diablos Nocturna explained, “when their brother Set cut up Osiris into 14 pieces and scattered the body parts throughout Egypt. Isis who was married to Osiris managed to find all the parts save one and put them back together again and using Egyptian magic managed to resurrect Osiris. But then Set managed to cast a Black Magic spell on Osiris transporting him and exiling him to a planet in the star system of Sirius. So Horus the son of Isis and Osiris who was also Set’s nephew buried Set alive in a tomb. Set’s tomb was then discovered and opened on November 11th 1918 at ironically enough exactly 1100 hours Greenwich time when the Armistice ending the First World War came into effect. Set fled the tomb after his sarcophagus lid was taken off and he’s been wreaking his havoc on the world ever since.”
“I see,” Monica Dhaliwal sipped her Chai tea (which she was surprised to see offered in a Welsh pub), “and how was it that Osiris returned to Earth on December 21st 2012?”.
“It was because of the Black Magic spell that Set cast on Osiris,” Diablos Nocturna explained, “for ancient Egyptian witchcraft Black Magic spells like most modern food and dairy products had an expiration date on it. And the expiration date for the spell exiling Osiris to the star system of Sirius ended December 21st 2012 on our calendar. It was an expiration date of which the Mayans, the Aztecs and the Hopi Indians were aware. Their prophecies about this event gave the History Channel a lot to talk about on its programs throughout most of the first 12 years of the 21st Century. For all intensive public purposes since nothing appeared to happen on December 21st 2012, they’ve scrambled to try to find a replacement and think that endless reruns of American Pickers will somehow capture the imagination of the television viewing public. If, like Isis, subscribers to the History Channel knew what really happened on December 21st 2012, they too would be calling for Vladimir Putin’s head on a silver platter.”
“So for Isis, all hopes of Osiris’ return have vanished into thin air like disintegrated particles from the after effects of a laser death ray?” Monica Dhaliwal asked.
“Yes, having one’s anatomical body parts reduced to the sub-atomic level is certainly more of a challenge to put back together again than just being cut up into 14 pieces,” Diablos Nocturna admitted, “but it so happened that leading Swiss scientist Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius happened to be in the area of Vancouver’s English Bay at the time and happened to use a mirror and the sounds of the sea from a large sea shell he was holding to collect the disintegrated particles from the laser death ray explosion and put them into a working model of the CERN Large Hadron Collider he had in his rowboat with him at the time.”
“So the particles of Osiris’ sub-atomic structure were gathered into Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius’ working model of the CERN Large Hadron Collider?” Monica Dhaliwal asked.
“Along with the sub-atomic particles of the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl who was arriving in a space ship from Saturn’s moon Titan in the same vicinity at the same time and was likewise disintegrated from the laser death ray fired by the Russian nuclear submarine that was illegally trespassing in Canadian coastal waters at the time,” Diablos Nocturna answered.
“Wow, I never heard about that in my History of War and Conflict Class at UBC,” said Monica Dhaliwal who was a recent graduate of the University of British Columbia prior to her recruitment by CSIS.
“Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper covered up the whole incident to prevent a possible war with Russia,” Diablos Nocturna explained, “and Harper’s NATO ally U.S. President Barack Obama is still working on a strategy to respond to the whole incident. He may come up with such a working strategy at the same time he finally comes up with a strategy against ISIS- that is the Islamist terrorist caliphate not the Paris-based billionairess Egyptian Vampiress.”
“So whatever became of the particles that were placed inside Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius’ model of the CERN Large Hadron Collider?” the CSIS agent asked.
“They’re now in the Vampiress Isis’ secret subterranean laboratory below Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,” Diablos Nocturna replied, “although it’s not as secret as she thinks it is since MI-6 knows all about it. There Dr. Fahrenheit Celsius and a number of other of the world’s leading scientists are working to put the particles of Osiris back together again.”
“Why is the Vampiress Isis’ laboratory located beneath Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris?” Monica Dhaliwal inquired.
“It’s my understanding that Isis is a big fan of the late great British actor Charles Laughton,” the MI-6 agent answered, “and particularly enjoyed his 1939 film The Hunchback of Notre Dame.”
“So are they having any success putting the particles of Osiris back together again?” The CSIS agent looked at the pattern in her cup of chai tea.
“Well according to a theoretical research paper written by a professor of particle physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology,” Diablos Nocturna put a little pepper on his dish of Welsh rarebit, “an ET gray’s laser death ray gun fired in reverse into the surrounding atmosphere might be able to put the particles back together again.”
“So all Isis has to do then is to get her hands on an ET gray’s laser death ray gun,” Monica Dhaliwal picked up her fork to sample her own dish of Welsh rarebit.
“That’s right,” Diablos Nocturna nodded, “and there may be a bit of a problem getting that.”
On the radio in the Welsh pub was playing the latest release from the American music group Nero Wilson and The Cleveland Cleavers with their lead vocalist Sekhmet singing the lyrics that were also the title of the song, “Mr. ET Gray, I’m So Sorry I Lost Your Laser Death Ray Gun.”
In the distance outside the pub could be heard the melancholy haunting sound of what sounded like a werewolf howling.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 6th
2014
Renfield In Israel
Renfield In Israel
Renfield flew his Boss’ private plane from London to Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv since U.S. and European commercial airlines suspended their flights there due to a Hamas rocket landing one mile away from the airport.
Renfield was to meet the Mossad agent called The Controller of The Golem.
He would then be taken to meet Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Hukulak who was in the protective custody of Mossad after she had been rescued by Israeli commandos from an FSB interrogation center in Moscow last month.
From Miss Hukulak, he would be given detailed information about Miss Hukulak’s personal arch-enemy the Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva of the FSB.
Miss Kireeva would then be the one to use to get close to Russian President Vladimir Putin.
Renfield’s meeting with the Controller of The Golem had been arranged by MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 22nd
2014.
Renfield Meets Diablos Nocturna In London
Renfield Meets Diablos Nocturna In London
Renfield R. Renfield had gone to a fish and chips shop in central London to meet with an MI-6 agent called Diablos Nocturna who had contacted him and requested the meeting.
“You!” Renfield R. Renfield recognized the man as soon as he saw him.
For he had known the man prior to his becoming the MI-6 agent whose code name was Diablos Nocturna.
“Hello Renfield,” the man smiled at him.
“So you work for MI-6 now?” Renfield said as he picked up a menu.
“That’s right,” Diablos replied.
Later after both men had finished their fish and chips, they got down to discussing business.
They discussed the recent shooting down of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17 over eastern Ukraine and the efforts by pro-Russian rebels in the region to sabotage a proper international investigation into the incident.
“Anyways,” Diablos Nocturna now spoke in the coded parlance of the language of international espionage, “certain parties have decided that it would probably be in the best interests of the world community at large if Russian President Vladimir Putin were to make a sudden and unexpected (for him!) departure from the world stage.”
“From the world stage?” Renfield perked up his ears.
“More specifically from this particular plane of existence,” Diablos added for clarification.
“Oh,” Renfield smiled as he was starting to get the drift of the conversation.
He was starting to feel like the Nicolas Cage character in the 2008 film Bangkok Dangerous.
Although of course Renfield would not be subject to the sudden pangs of conscience that the Nicolas Cage character was.
A fact of which MI-6’s Diablos Nocturna was aware.
“Anyhow there would be a great deal of money in it for you if you could help bring about Mr. Putin’s sudden and unexpected departure from the world stage and this plane of existence,” Diablos went on.
“How much money are we talking about?” Renfield sipped his tea.
Diablos Nocturna wrote the amount on a napkin and handed it to him.
Renfield swallowed his tea in one gulp as he gazed at the amount.
“All right I’ll do it,” Renfield dabbed his lips with another napkin and then put the napkin with the monetary figure written on it into his wallet.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday July 20th
2014.
Diablos Nocturna and The New Atlantis
Diablos Nocturna and The New Atlantis
He was the man at Britain’s Secret Intelligence Service’s Foreign section MI-6 that was known only by his code name Diablos Nocturna.
Although he was not currently abroad from the United Kingdom like he usually was.
In fact he was in the delightful English Cotswolds town of Tewkesbury visiting an antiquarian book dealer who specialized in rare books.
Diablos Nocturna had been told what to look for in the bookshop by agents of the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.
Diablos Nocturna had met the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec on numerous occasions.
Diablos Nocturna went to the bookshelf where he had been directed.
There on that shelf he found a rare original copy of the original printed edition of Sir Francis Bacon’s The New Atlantis first published in 1627.
Even though the work was unfinished (Bacon having died on April 9th, 1626), his publishers thought it would be a good thing for posterity if the philosopher’s utopian novel was published.
Diablos Nocturna went to Page 17 of the 46 page book as had been suggested by the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec.
There he found a handwritten note dated April 2nd 1626 (a week before Bacon died) that had been personally signed Francis Bacon, Baron Verulam and Viscount St. Alban.
The note read, When Russia has destroyed the New Atlantis, the old Atlantis shall arise in Europe like a Phoenix from the ashes and embers of the New Atlantis.
. . .
The note could be a forgery but knowing Qonzilqointec, she wouldn’t have directed him to a forgery since she was aware that experts working for her enemies (i.e. the Paris-based Egyptian Vampiress Isis and her allies) would use all their tools at hand to test the document’s authenticity should it be released into the public domain.
Diablos Nocturna purchased the book from the Tewkesbury antiquarian book dealer using his MI-6 Platinum Master Spy VISA Gold Card #007.
“Never seen one of these before,” the antiquarian book dealer remarked as he checked the card.
“You probably won’t see too many again in the future,” Diablos Nocturna quipped, “for they are as rare as the books you sell.”
. . .
When Diablos Nocturna returned to MI-6 Headquarters at Vauxhall Cross, London, he photographed the book, the cover and all its pages plus the handwritten note with Bacon’s cryptic prophecy and emailed the photos to CIA Agent Bob Belfor at CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia.
He decided on Belfor because Qonzilqointec had informed Diablos of Belfor’s attempt on her life at Cinco de Mayo festivities in Mexico City a few days ago.
He figured that Belfor then was probably one of the Egyptian Vampiress Isis’ CIA puppets.
So a good person to send the info to.
Then sit and watch the fun begin.
. . .
Bob Belfor spit out his Subway sandwich and his glass of Coke all over his white shirt and tie as soon as he read Diablos Nocturna’s message.
He immediately got in touch with his superiors.
Not his superiors at the agency or even in government but his superiors in the Masonic lodge to which he belonged.
. . .
Belfor contacted his lodge’s Worshipful Master who contacted the Grand Master presiding over the Grand Lodge in the jurisdiction who then went up the Masonic ladder until the Grand Commander of the Supreme Council of the 33rd Degree of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry, Southern Jurisdiction in Washington DC was contacted.
. . .
United States President Barack Obama took the call.
It was the Grand Commander of the Supreme Council of the 33rd Degree of the Ancient and Accepted Rite of Freemasonry, Southern Jurisdiction in Washington DC calling.
On the television that was on while the President talked, the documentary program quoted a quote that Leon Trotsky had made in 1934, “When there’s a United States of Europe, then there shall be a United States of the World.”
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday May 9th
2014
Isis and Gen. Vulkan In Poland
Isis and Gen. Vulkan In Poland
The Egyptian Vampiress Isis was dressed like an Egyptian queen as she inspected NATO troops in Poland.
She wore a long flowing white dress, a necklace of diamonds, jade, rubies and sapphires, a diamond tiara adorned by a precious pearl at the top that was cut in the shape of a crescent moon, and silver embroidered spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes that had on each shoe a pure gold coin as round as the circumference of the sun and bearing the image and inscription of the ancient Roman deity Sol Invictus.
The NATO soldiers on the ground had no idea who this exotic looking strikingly beautiful woman was who was inspecting them and being led around in her inspection by German Gen. Wolfgang Vulkan.
The soldiers knew it couldn’t be German Chancellor Angela Merkel as (mercifully for them) she looked nothing like the German Chancellor.
She looked like American singing superstar Rihanna.
Watching the spectacle and the inspection was the U.K. ‘s Secret Intelligence Service MI-6 Agent who was known only by his code name Diablos Nocturna.
Diablos Nocturna was pretty sure that the one- eyed German general showing Isis the troops was the ancient Norse vampire Odin worshipped as Odin by the Vikings and as Wotan by the ancient Germanic tribes.
“So Gen. Vulkan,” Isis looked directly into the General’s good-eye, “do you think we’ll finally have a war against Russia?”.
“That is my fondest hope, my lady,” the general bowed to her, “as it is yours.”
. . .
The Mossad agent they called the Controller of the Golem read the document that had been forwarded to him from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.
It was a copy of a handwritten note sent to Mr. Netanyahu earlier this year by the Paris-based Egyptian billionairess Isis (whom rumour had it was a Vampiress) offering to help the Israeli government build a Third Jewish Temple on the Temple Mount provided they erected a statue to the ancient Egyptian god Osiris within the Temple.
. . .
MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was engaged in a night of passionate lovemaking and steamy sex with the sexy and sultry Egyptian Vampiress Isis.
After sex, both of them put nicotine patches on their bodies to get the respective post-coital nicotine high while escaping the hazards of dying from lung cancer due to smoking cigarettes (although in Isis’ case she needn’t have worried since a wooden stake through the heart would be far more lethal than any cigarette).
As she inhaled the pretend non-existent cigarette in her mouth, she received a text message on her smart phone from Gen. Vulkan, Interesting developments on the ground in Ukraine. It’s Brussels sprouts for the Valkyries.
Isis immediately stood up and got dressed.
Looking every inch an Egyptian queen, she adjusted her dress and announced, “I’ve got to get to NATO Headquarters in Brussels.”
She left.
At that moment, Diablos Nocturna received a text message from the Aztec Vampire Princess Qonzilqointec in Mexico City.
He said with all the eloquence of a Tom Hanks character in a movie adaptation of a Dan Brown novel, “I’ve got to get me to an antiquarian book store in the Gloucestershire town of Tewkesbury.”
. . .
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 8th
2014.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Diablos Nocturna Detests Vienna Vegan Sausages
July 17, 2015 at 6:32 pm (Commentary, Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Espionage, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (CSIS agent Monica Dhaliwal, dark shadows, Diablos Nocturna, MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna, missing brains in politicians, Monica Dhaliwal, Munich Agreement 1938, Prime Minister of Israel Benjamin Netanyahu, The Canadian Security Intelligence Service, The Islamic Republic of Iran, The State of Israel, The United Nations' Big 5 Powers, United Kingdom's MI-6 Intelligence Service, vampire novel, Vienna Agreement 2015)
Diablos Nocturna Detests Vienna Vegan Sausages
MI-6 Agent Diablos Nocturna was at MI-6 Headquarters with his Canadian CSIS agent liaison Monica Dhaliwal.
For more background on the relationship between Diablos Nocturna and Monica Dhaliwal, please read the following:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/diablos-nocturna-at-the-nato-summit-in-newport-wales/
Diablos and Monica were going through the text of the agreement with Iran on that country’s nuclear program that was reached earlier this week with the UN’s big 5 powers.
As Diablos read through the agreement, he was feeling more and more sympathy for Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.
He was also wondering in which Oval Office desk drawer the current American President might have possibly misplaced his brains.
“What do you think?” Monica asked Diablos as she smoothed her skirt.
“Well,” Diablos responded, “I remember when Microsoft’s Bill Gates came out with Windows 95 back in 1995, people in the know at the time said, “Windows 95 was Mac ’87”. I think Vienna 2015 is Munich 1938.”
-To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday July 17th
2015.
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