Re: Church_Of_The_Damned__Chapter_XI_Vlad?s_Night_Raid_Part_II__

Caesar you have such a wonderful talent in this. And the way you describe the Prince is highly honorable indeed. Keep up the good work. 
 Caesar The Terror <[email protected]> wrote:Chapter XI Vlad's Night Raid
Part II


So, it began that day, a day of blood and fire! It was cold and the 
soldiers burned corpses covered in garlic, and rotten berry, partly 
from the stench and partly out of occult superstition. At any rate, 
this provided some warmth as they trained with their swords, hearing 
the clanging of the iron, amidst the madness of daemonic plague that 
befell them. 

As we take a look around we come across a silent wooded forest who's 
foliage were ligaments, arms, legs, torsos, heads, penises, breasts, 
vaginas, asses, and even animal parts and guts. There many pets and 
humans were strung up like shish kabob marinating in the black smog 
of burning flesh, permeating the pungent aroma of death's mighty 
grasp, unseparable from the ever renewing body of life. There it 
clings eternally, along with the smallest living beasts, struggling 
to enter this world as bacteria, maggots, and the creepiest 
infestations imaginable. 

No wonder the necrophiliac finds such joy and orgasm with the 
deceased and empty shells of decaying flesh. The morbid pleasure 
derived from penetrating the mouth, vaginal chamber, and anal 
crevices of a dead woman of beauty, with your erect penis, must be 
quite exhilarating and I can imagine one might climax and cum inside 
them almost immediately. It must be equally thrilling for another 
woman to embrace the same female corpse or a male corpse. Though, we 
must not get lost in the world of pleasure, for only sadistic and 
masochistic pleasures exist in this world of blood, fire, death, and 
war. The moment you may experience these forbidden fruits is most 
likely the moment of your death and therefore becomes the thrill of 
another. 

One can imagine The Lord of Our Story, engaging in such necrophiliac 
orgiastic rites in his war tent near the front lines of death, 
fulfilling with his guards, and subordinate officers, great 
pleasures, extorting knowledge from their captives and fulfilling the 
office of punisher and executioner all at once. We can peek into 
their tent and see enemy soldiers impaled with studded penises or 
phalluses, hot glowing rods rammed through their assholes, tongues 
bitten off and fed to hungry dogs, while The Chief Prince hacks off a 
breast of a local harlot who dared look into his face without bowing 
before him, while he rams her cunt with his huge dagger, as her blood 
spurts out of her and onto the dirt floor where the loyal hounds of 
hell expertly lick up every drop. For miles the town's people could 
hear their desperate screams and shiver at the thought that they 
could be next, as they try to cover their infants ears as they scream 
and cry in fear. 

Anyhow the forest of impalement was measured at twenty miles long and 
five miles wide, with an estimate of at least twenty thousand impaled 
creatures, and new ones raised every hour, some still screaming and 
kicking, begging for a quick death, water, or throwing mad insults 
and curses upon The Great Impaler Himself, who only smiled and 
said, "Such sweet dying words!"

The General who is also The Prince of The Land, impaled mostly turks 
captured in battle, the rest were criminals, political adversaries, 
military rivals, and those who refused to cooperate and obey His Law. 
It was a very efficient system, with one Draconian Law, the immediate 
impalement of anyone The Prince declares to be impaled! As a result, 
crime was nonexistent in the typical manner. Many criminals were 
impaled simply for not showing the proper respect to The Prince of 
The Land.

The military tactic here was to show the turks what they are up 
against, striking fear in their hearts. The Prince was very clever, 
keeping the turks at bay for many years. He was captured by the turks 
as a child, molested, tortured, educated, and raised in a war camp to 
serve them. Therefore, he knew them very well indeed. So, The General 
held off a hundred thousand turk soldiers, with only about ten 
thousand of his own who were very loyal to him, by the way. His 
successes brought him great honor, glory, wealth, respect, and or 
fear of him! 

Now, The Prince had all sorts of secret lovers, sex partners, 
mistresses, concubines, and also a special public Royal Bride. No one 
is to say how much he loved and cherished her, we'll let you decide. 
There is no one that can say for sure, how she died, through suicide, 
murder, accident, but either way The Prince blamed the turks and 
christianity! You see he had to always be at the front lines, 
fighting, planning battles, etc., as they were in a constant state of 
Martial Law. He could not always protect her personally, and he 
certainly could not bring her to battle. Therefore, she sat exposed 
to all his political, religious, and military opponents and 
adversaries. They could through spies, assassins, and sorcerers, seek 
out her death for the right price. 

It was The First Reich established by Charlemagne, who controlled all 
of Europe at the time, and they were the overseers of little 
Wallachia, under christian rule. This is what they called, The Holy 
Roman Empire, the German controlled Holy Roman Empire! Ha Ha Huh, it 
is a laugh and wonder how they used religion and religion used them, 
to dominate the land. 

Again, anyhow they did not like Wallachia's Royal Line and sought to 
acquire it for themselves, and they refused to send too many troops 
to help defend Wallachia, and of course they had their own Holy Wars 
and internal disputes going on. So, this leaves The Prince virtually 
on his own against superior numbers with great skill, only a few 
neighbors helped, thinking it strategically wise since they too were 
under assault. 

This might also help to explain all the mysterious and horrible 
deaths and atrocities that befell their Royal Family. You are 
witnessing how disturbing, brutal, cold, and self-motivated, the 
world truly is and always will be, no matter how much they lie and 
try to white wash it. It is hell, here for you to see, hear, and 
learn, written in blood! I beckon you to see The Royal War Banners, 
hear the Battle Cries, hear the music, hear the marching ballad 
anthem of The Great Prince Vlad!!!         




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