Pan Goatee’s Shopping Trip Ends In Beheadings

August 13, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Aesthetics, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Pan Goatee’s Shopping Trip Ends In Beheadings

DARPA contract assassin and genetically created satyr serial killer Pan Goatee was walking down an aisle when a fat ugly blimp of a high school girl approached him.

He immediately beheaded the fat ugly creature.

The girl’s father gasped.

Pan Goatee walked up to the man, “I presume you’re the degenerate responsible for producing that botched job of sexual intercourse.”

He likewise beheaded the fat ugly blimp’s father.

He then turned his attention to the fat ugly teen blimp’s more beautiful sister and the beheaded male shopper’s younger daughter.

“You’re pretty,” Pan Goatee admitted, “but just on the off chance you’re carrying your father or mother’s ugly gene, I have to do this for the aesthetic future of the world. I believe pre-emptive strike was the term George W. Bush used.”

He cut off the pretty girl’s head.

. . .

Donald Trump sat at his desk in the Oval Office shampooing his hair with a blow torch and wondered how anyone could possibly question his sanity.

Like the latest disgruntled former White House staffer had done in a book she had just published.

Suddenly a charcoal burnt Black Hand appeared on the desk in front of him and communicated telepathically with the sitting U.S. President.

Trump stood up and nodded, “I understand and will do just what you suggest.”

. . .

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal wearing a scarlet red evening dress covered with a charcoal black mantle was standing on a rock at the Cova da Iria in Fatima, Portugal 🇵🇹.

She was waiting for three adult male transgendered goatherds to show up at 12 noon as she had an important message to give them.

She checked the sundial watch on her wrist at 2:30 🕝 PM and decided to give up waiting.

Unbeknownst to her, the 3 goatherds had been strangled by a Portuguese professional arm wrestler and amateur phrenologist who had recently come down with food poisoning after eating a carton of bad feta cheese that he had purchased.

The mishap caused him to be disqualified from the World Championships after he had thrown up on both his opponents and the tournament judges.

Allatallahbel then ascended into the air and magically transported herself to the Vatican in Rome where she occupied the luxury papal apartment that Pope Francis had refused to occupy from the start of his Pontificate (humbly choosing to occupy one of the luxury guest rooms instead).

While there, she received a fax on her fax machine.

The fax was of a treaty for a proposed new Axis of Evil to be signed between her and Santa Muerte (the Mexican female spectral figure of Saint Death who was actually Samael the Talmudic Archangel of Death dressed in drag) and Q-Amon the forgotten but literally immortal Egyptian Pharaoh who was the secret hand behind the Columbian drug cartels.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday August 13th
2018.

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Renfield Makes Minced Mincemeat Out of The Disciples of Santa Muerte

August 4, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, Science, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Renfield Makes Minced Mincemeat Out of The Disciples of Santa Muerte

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was disappointed to read on his BBC News App that the drone attack assassination attempt on Venezuelan 🇻🇪 President Nicolás Maduro had failed.

Renfield had asked Set Enterprises’ Dr. Cadbury Rocher to design some explosive drones for him which the great scientist had done.

Renfield had then sent the explosive drones to his ally the Venezuelan vampiress Francesca Chavez who along with Renfield had long been plotting the overthrow of the Marxist despot Maduro.

Francesca had hired some anti-Maduro Venezuelan Air Force Officers to carry out the attack.

Sadly they had failed.

Oh well, Renfield thought bitterly, if you want the job done, you generally have to do it yourself.

What with plotting against both Russia’s Putin and Turkey’s Erdogan in Europe, he had very little time these days to go to Latin America and overthrow or successfully assassinate Maduro.

A fact which he had often complained to his spectral friend the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill about.

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont cleared her throat.

For the British MP was supposed to be having dinner with her and her boyfriend the British concert pianist Amadeus Emanon in a London pub.

Renfield remembered his manners (especially after recalling his latest session with dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes) and paid attention to Amadeus and Angelique’s discussion about the new Winnie The Pooh film the couple had just seen – Christopher Robin.

“Angelique, is that you?” A very beautiful and tearful 😢 young Mexican woman in a red rose patterned summer white dress approached her.

“Conchetta?” Angelique rose to hug and comfort her friend, “what’s wrong?”.

“I just received a text message from my best friend Artemisia back home,” Conchetta wept, “My entire family- mother, father, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins- in fact the whole entire village have been wiped out- massacred by the Disciples of Santa Muerte drug cartel. Somehow miraculously Artemisia managed to escape- the only one in the entire village who managed to escape.”

Conchetta tearfully managed to relate the whole story to the trio.

Amadeus and Angelique sat there in a total state of shock.

As did Renfield.

Who also was overtaken by the greatest surge of anger.

“Amadeus, do you know if the Boss,” Renfield was referring to his former and Amadeus’ current employer the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set, “still has his private Concorde jet on standby at Heathrow?”.

“I believe so,” said Amadeus.

Renfield excused himself paying his share of the bill.

He then rushed back to the Set Mansion in West London where he picked up some special supplies.

On his way out to Heathrow in the limousine, he conversed with friends he knew in the various world intelligence services about the Disciples of Santa Muerte.

He boarded Set’s private Concorde jet and within a few hours arrived in Mexico 🇲🇽 only kilometres from the colossal villa that served as the headquarters of the Disciples of Santa Muerte.

. . .

The Disciples of Santa Muerte didn’t know what hit them.

It had in fact been a Tesla sound wave pulse recently re-discovered by Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

The sound wave paralyzed all the Disciples preventing them from moving.

It didn’t however shut off their nerve and pain sensations or vocal cords for that matter as Renfield could tell from the fact that as he slowly and painfully dismembered them bit by bit, he could still hear a small portion of their loud and shrill agonizing screams through the soundproof earplugs he was wearing.

Renfield’s friend the ghost of Orson Welles was on hand with his ghostly cameras and ghostly lighting crews to film the gory and bloody and excruciatingly slow and painful 😣 bodily dismemberments which the enormous talent of a film director would upload to YouTube later.

Renfield took the decapitated heads of all the slain Disciples of Santa Muerte and posted them on spikes in the Rose Garden of the White House on top of the garden wall underneath a large banner that read I Never Promised You A Rose Garden.

The dismembered hands he put in the glass display case of the expensive gloves department in the exclusive Saks Fifth Avenue store in New York City.

The dismembered feet he put in an expensive Nike shoes display in the same Saks Fifth Avenue store.

Thighs and legs he put outside KFC stores in San Francisco and Los Angeles.

Arms and elbows he put inside display cases in the Baseball ⚾️ Hall of Fame in the village of Cooperstown, New York.

The armless, legless and headless carcasses of cadavers he put outside a Planned Parenthood clinic in Chicago underneath a banner that read Just On The Extremely Minuscule Off Chance You Happen To Run Out of Human Body Parts To Sell To Global Food Conglomerates and Pharmaceutical Companies.

. . .

Q-Amon the great sorcerer and former Egyptian Pharaoh had one literal Hell of a massive bowel movement on his Columbian cocaine plantation when he heard about the wholesale slaughter of every single member of the Disciples of Santa Muerte drug cartel in Mexico 🇲🇽.

Renfield’s action was immediately publicly condemned by Pope Francis and his lavender clique of flashy flaming Liberace style priests for failing to take into account the personal nobility of soul of all the drug gang members.

The action also launched an intense public debate among commentators, analysts and self-proclaimed journalists on YouTube on whether or not this new Machiavellian and Genghis Khan Style approach to the War On Drugs might prove more effective than the limpwristed style approach to the War on Drugs that had been conducted by the U.S. government and its allies for the past 35 years which seemed to be going absolutely nowhere.

One Fox News commentator even speculated (for which he was soundly condemned in a tweet by Donald Trump) on whether this new Renfieldian approach to the Latin American drug cartels might deem the Trumpian need to build a wall on the southern border of the U. S. totally unnecessary.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 4th
2018.

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