Church Of The Damned Chapter 8

The Summoning of The Crow Part II

The Exterminator

My Lord, the americans and british have once again refused to take the vermin off our hands! SILENCE!!! No, no, no, this is not what I've commanded! We have spent months wasting time with these fools. What shall we do with these people, 6 million jews? They don't fit into our New Fatherland, I'm over burdened. We can not release them, they'll over populate like wild rabbits infecting our New World Order. They are like polio, slowly attacking your muscles, joints, and bones! We can not keep feeding them, they are eating at the heart of our Great War Machine, and like leeches they'll drain us dry!

First, they don't support our military in The Great War, causing many men to die, then they take over the guilds, and then force our Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers, Sons, and Daughters, young and old, into the very ghetto designed by the catholic, just for them. 

Reinhart, I say, we must exterminate these rodents, like we would any pest! Then suddenly he began pounding his fist into the desk, yelling, EXTERMINATE!!!, EXTERMINATE!!!, EXTERMINATE!!! I promised our people that never never again, will them and our beautiful children, be robbed of our country, businesses, and wealth! Never again, will The White Race be forced into the ghetto! Reinhart! Yes, my Lord! Listen up! I want you to search out and find the best Exterminators in all The Fatherland! I want to interview them one by one. Tell them only that I have a job for them, A Great Job!

A few months had passed and Reinhart returned, with the best pest exterminators in all The Fatherland. He found several dozen, and after hours of interviews, walked in one little old man, with a round hat, round glasses, and an oval shaped black bag. He sat down quietly and was asked by The Great Chancellor, going over his file, and Your name is? MANGULA, ominously came from his lips and from the window a Raven crowed with daemonic timing!

Then the Chancellor said, look you bring the luck of The Raven. Then he laughed and said, I do not believe in silly superstitions or sentimental nonsense! What about you, Mr. Mangula? He said monotonously, I do not, I care not, I feel not, I just experiment, and exterminate! Good, good, said the Chancellor, smiling.

I want you to Exterminate our pests! Do you know what I mean? Why yes, my Lord! Then the Chancellor said, 6 million plus! Chancellor, I have just the solution you seek. I have many talents. I have a basic degree in medicine and science. I shall use gas to complete the job you ask of me.

 I will need much equipment, supplies, and manpower. You'll get what you need, replied the Chancellor. The Exterminator just stared with a huge grin on his face! He said one last thing, I shall pile the bodies from the earth to the sky, and make of their dreams, black dust from which they came! I shall Exterminate! Again, with daemonic timing, The Raven sounded, as the sky darkened!