Re: Church_Of_The_Damned__Chapter_XI_Vlad?s_Night_Raid_Part_II__

Thanks Lady Cattarina! I have yet to get to the actual Night Raid, 
which I hope to soon. It's strange how you sit down, lay down, stand 
up, and get ready to act out a story, and then it becomes so drawn 
out and filled with many more events, activities, and characters, 
then when you first thought that it would take on. I started to write 
out this part of our story, when it suddenly became apparent that I 
could not do it well, without first leading you up to the climax very 
slowly and then suddenly jerk you into pivotal moments where we leap 
forward and back, but ever towards our supreme goal. Now, that I've 
over detailed my own work, I can shut up and get back to my story. I 
will say, I don't know how well this will turn out, but I have an 
idea. I hope you enjoy my next chapter as well!

Your Prince In Disguise,

Caesar 999   


--- In ChurchOfTheAntichrist@y..., cattarina knight 
<ladycattarina65@y...> wrote:
> 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 <carnalperfect666@a...> 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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