NIGHTMOVER
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ABELGAN ENDE

It was in the darkest hours of a long, hot and humid summer night during which Haeland, dressed in all black clothes, from head-to-foot, departed his more-than-somewhat dilapidated trailer-home, armed with a razor-sharp Austrian Glock combat knife, to seek his chosen prey amongst the local flora and fauna. He knew that Daffyd’s wife, a decrepit specimen in all respects, even in her late-thirties, would be in repine upon her back-porch, lit only with the electrical blue-glow of the insect-repellant light and, no doubt, well into her cups - Bud Light and Crown Royal being her poison of choice.

He had made his mind up, years ago to the day, to extract her from the pathetic mortal coil she inhabited, brutally so, for the smallest of slights to his personage. Haeland was one who was intrinsically tied to the area in every fashion, a sensitive, if somewhat bizarre man, who felt deeply the ebbs and tides of the natural world around him. He had long decided that those who upset the balance of such natural tides - especially those close to his own personal area - must and should be dealt with without mercy and utilizing the strongest possible measures.

Slowly, cautiously, but full of a knowing and somewhat unbridled confidence, Haeland crept through the twisted scrub pines and low-growth greenery toward the border of the property where his chosen opfer awaited.

A crackle of a desiccated twig breaking beneath his feet and the subsequent rustling of the piling dead leaves of many autumns past sounded a slight but audible alarm to the wife’s guard dogs on the other side of the haphazardly-built low-lying fencing, bringing a furry, stout, black-coated mongrel and a German shepherd bounding forward - both woofing somewhat ineffectually despite their hoarse and heartfelt barks.

Haeland smiled blackly and cooed into the hot night air.

“Here, puppy, puppy! Here, dog!”

A morsel of poisoned meat thrown and their barks subsided into the muted sounds of satisfied mastication. Soon enough, these too died into the even more subdued sounds of low, brittle choking as their breathing became more belabored and eventually stopped altogether. Haeland, pleased, mused upon the slow demise of the would-be guardians of his intended as he ran his filthy and scarred fingers across the smallish quartz crystal tetrahedron which he carried within the lower left-hand pocket of his black BDU-style jacket.

With an effortless hop Haeland negotiated the slightly more than waist-level fencing and strode past the two, now deceased, canine guardians of the property into which he now intruded during the pointed hours of dawn. A roving eye upon the recent cadavers revealed that they had begun to defecate themselves in response to their chemically-induced death, to which Haeland managed to stifle an involuntary chuckle.

The bitch to whom the professionally sharpened knife was intended came into visible relief through the cheap screening of her back-porch. Her head was lolled back against the plastic lawn chair, mouth open, revealing a shabbily installed top denture in an attempt to conceal profuse tooth loss throughout her twenties and early-to-mid-thirties as a result of a runaway methamphetamine habit habitual to the area. Furrowed skin, wrinkled well past its natural age, covered her sun-bronzed face - eyes turned into her head, one limp arm holding the still smoldering remnants of a filtered cigarette.

Haeland knew that her own three filthy pups, bitch-breed in underage male human skin, slept soundly within the converted home in which she dwelt, along with Daffyd, exhausted and dead to the world after a long twelve-hour day of toiling for his brood of mundanes, among which he lovingly counted himself. This thought made Haeland smile darkly, as it was his utmost pleasure, in this particular incidence, to sever from them, forever, the love that their mother bore them.

Several determined steps and a languorous opening and closing of the screen door and Haeland was before his chosen opfer - stifled snores and rank breath proceeding from her open mouth. With a combat-booted foot, said boots having been given to him some years ago by a former member of a Psyops division within the army of a prominent western country, Haeland gently tipped over the gasoline canister nearby, intended for use on the morrow in Daffyd’s proscribed domestic lawn-duties, allowing the petrol-laden fumous liquid to pool across the weathered beams of the porch around and beneath the sleeping woman upon whom Haeland cast his predatory gaze.

With a deft motion Haeland clasped his left hand over the sleeping figure’s mouth and with the other, ran his razor-sharp combat knife, which had been donated to him by another member of his cult, beforehand dedicated to a bleak and horrific Acausal Dark Goddess, across the throat of the female mundane. Her eyes opened widely in horror, briefly, as arterial spray shot like an iron-scented perfume from her now severely perforated neck - careening upwards some several feet before splattering down onto her doomed and slowly slackening visage. 

Haeland ran from the porch, the force of his body opening the spring-driven screened-in door and did not look back as her still smoldering cigarette dropped onto the pooling gasoline beneath her slowly dying body, engulfing her and then her home in a putrid cloud of arson-ridden infernal flame. Deep within the adjutant woods, holding his quartz crystal tetrahedron with the grip of insanity, Haeland vibrated the name of that Dark God to whom the offered human sacrifice had been proffered. In tumultuous, iron-wrought clouds above, fell lightning could be seen and there, on the damp earth, Haeland’s hideous laughter mingled in the night air with the sound of the approaching ambulances and fire-trucks, seeking, in vain, to wrest some recovery as to the bitch and her kin.

Jall, ONA

Source: http://h3llon3arthn3xion.wordpress.com/2013/12/05/abelgan-ende/

THROUGH FLAMES, WE INVOKE HIM
"Choronzon. Tear us into three-hundred and thirty-three pieces."

THROUGH FLAMES, WE INVOKE HIM

"Choronzon. Tear us into three-hundred and thirty-three pieces."

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SKETCH WITH FIRE

Name: Tsutomu Miyazaki

Born – 1962 / Deceased – 2008

Number of victims: 4

Known in Japan primarily by the nicknames given by the press during the many years he has been in and out of court, Dracula – The Otaku Murderer – The Little Girls Murderer has shocked the world because of the pain he liked to inflict not only on his victims but also on the parents.

He was born with a malformation that prevented him from using his hands normally [his hands were fused directly to the wrists, so he needed to move his entire forearm in order to rotate the hand]. This lead to him being persecuted as a child and he gradually started to hate the society he felt didn`t accept him.

Between 1988 and 1989, Miyazaki mutilated and killed four girls, aged between 4 and 7, and sexually molested their corpses. He drank the blood of one victim and ate parts of the others.

As to the parents, he would send them extended letter explaining what ordeals he made their girls go through and he even went as far as calling in the middle of the night.

In the case of his first victim – Mari Konno – he abandoned her rotting body on the hills near his home and allowed the corpse to reach an advanced state of decomposition. He then severed the limbs and burnt the body to ash keeping only the hands and feet as a souvenir [in his closet, where they were later recovered by the police]. He sent Mari`s parents the ash in an urn, along with several of her teeth, photos of her clothes, and a postcard reading: “Mari. Cremated. Bones. Investigate. Prove.”

To the family of Erika Nanba, Miyazaki sent a morbid postcard assembled using words cut out of magazines: “Erika. Cold. Cough. Throat. Rest. Death.” 

In July 1989, he approached two sisters and lured one away. The other ran home to get help. Their father stopped Miyazaki in the act of photographing the child’s genitals and the police arrived as he ran to his car.

Now caught, he offered a grim confession of killing the four children.

A police search of his two-room bungalow turned up a collection of over six thousand pornographic anime and slasher videotapes in his apartment, along with videos and pictures of his victims.

A team of psychologist examined him, and found him responsible for his actions, although other examiners disagreed.

Miyazaki often talked in a nonsensical manner during his trial, which began on March 30, 1990. He blamed his atrocities on a “rat man” alter ego, a character that he often drew in cartoon form for the court.

He described his serial murders as an “act of benevolence” and never apologized.

In the end, Miyazaki was found to have multiple personality disorder and schizophrenia, but was considered nevertheless sane so he was given a death sentence.

That sentence was upheld early in 2006, and he was executed June 17, 2008.

Full list of victims:

Mari Konno, 4

Masami Yoshizawa, 7

Erika Nanba, 4

MOTHER LILITH
"The Anglian Satanic Church was run by Father Raoul Belphlegor (yes, that is how he spelled it), real name Thomas Victor Norris, and Mother Lilith, real name Magdalene Graham. It claimed vast resources, numbers and magickal powers which would be bestowed on members in return for money and/or (in the case of young female members) sex. Norris had earlier acquired a liking for brothel-keeping, involving his wife and daughters, aged eleven and thirteen. On his release from a six-year sentence resulting from this, he restored his fortunes with the aid of a rather naive eighteen-year-old (she was not concerned with his occult activities and has since now made a new life for herself, so her name will not be mentioned)".
"Norris’ Occult involvement brought him into contact with Magdalene Graham, who was editing an Occult magazine on broadly LHP lines. Norris persuaded her to take over production of his magazines, both Occult and political (fascist), including the occasional news-sheet of his Odinist Anglo-Saxonic Church (another paper organization). 
Despite holding similar political views, Ms. Graham was, at first, reluctant to be associated with the disreputable Norris, but was in the vulnerable position of having just been diagnosed as suffering from a disabling illness and was desperately seeking a cure. That particular illness is subject to recession”.
"Ms. Graham experienced an improvement (presumably psychologically induced), which, for a time convinced her. She eventually became disillusioned and tried to leave. Impeded by her physical disability, she sought help from a Satanist who was not a fascist (possibly the only representative of that rare breed in Britain at the time) and he eventually re-started the magazine Dark Lily as the organ of non-political Satanism in Britain. 
Ms Graham remains typist, sometimes designated editor, although it is doubtful whether she has executive powers It appears that she is now convinced that Occultism cannot be associated with politics. Certainly Dark Lily, despite its history, has, since coming under new management, shown no sign of political allegiances and has, in fact, warned that to divide one’s energies between politics and Occultism means that one will succeed at neither”.
"The magazine Dark Lily first appeared in duplicated news-sheet format in 1977, allegedly the organ of the Anglian Satanic Church - not to be confused (though it often was) with the Anglo-Saxonic Church, which was Odinist”.
Magda Graham from the Society of Dark Lily is a disabled old gal nowadays, suffering from multiple sclerosis. For many years she had an interesting crossover into extreme underground S&M groups.
The Society of the Dark Lily”, is run by Magda Graham from a farm in Scotland where she lives. It is the headquarters of the organization (and the scene of debauched, sadistic beating of naked young girls).
Notes & Sources:
http://apodion.com/vad/article.php?aid=52
http://magistrayrainetwo.blogspot.co…1c26cd3be74622
http://britfa.gs/boo/res/1598.html
http://www.scribd.com/doc/89313171/D…on-on-Darkness
http://www.scribd.com/doc/89313178/D…Editorial-DL-1
http://www.voy.com/26813/5.html
http://www.necronomi.com/magic/satanism/watcher3.txt
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com…howtopic=71999
http://www.balanone.info/baltsref.frm7.html
http://www.satannet.com/forum/ubbthr…&Number=218997
http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/1…nalCode=cjcr20
http://christianchildabuse.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.luckymojo.com/satanism/fi…_rebuttal.html
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/va…_vatican44.htm
Source: http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=236977

MOTHER LILITH

"The Anglian Satanic Church was run by Father Raoul Belphlegor (yes, that is how he spelled it), real name Thomas Victor Norris, and Mother Lilith, real name Magdalene Graham. It claimed vast resources, numbers and magickal powers which would be bestowed on members in return for money and/or (in the case of young female members) sex. Norris had earlier acquired a liking for brothel-keeping, involving his wife and daughters, aged eleven and thirteen. On his release from a six-year sentence resulting from this, he restored his fortunes with the aid of a rather naive eighteen-year-old (she was not concerned with his occult activities and has since now made a new life for herself, so her name will not be mentioned)".

"Norris’ Occult involvement brought him into contact with Magdalene Graham, who was editing an Occult magazine on broadly LHP lines. Norris persuaded her to take over production of his magazines, both Occult and political (fascist), including the occasional news-sheet of his Odinist Anglo-Saxonic Church (another paper organization). 

Despite holding similar political views, Ms. Graham was, at first, reluctant to be associated with the disreputable Norris, but was in the vulnerable position of having just been diagnosed as suffering from a disabling illness and was desperately seeking a cure. That particular illness is subject to recession”.

"Ms. Graham experienced an improvement (presumably psychologically induced), which, for a time convinced her. She eventually became disillusioned and tried to leave. Impeded by her physical disability, she sought help from a Satanist who was not a fascist (possibly the only representative of that rare breed in Britain at the time) and he eventually re-started the magazine Dark Lily as the organ of non-political Satanism in Britain. 

Ms Graham remains typist, sometimes designated editor, although it is doubtful whether she has executive powers It appears that she is now convinced that Occultism cannot be associated with politics. Certainly Dark Lily, despite its history, has, since coming under new management, shown no sign of political allegiances and has, in fact, warned that to divide one’s energies between politics and Occultism means that one will succeed at neither”.

"The magazine Dark Lily first appeared in duplicated news-sheet format in 1977, allegedly the organ of the Anglian Satanic Church - not to be confused (though it often was) with the Anglo-Saxonic Church, which was Odinist”.

Magda Graham from the Society of Dark Lily is a disabled old gal nowadays, suffering from multiple sclerosis. For many years she had an interesting crossover into extreme underground S&M groups.

The Society of the Dark Lily”, is run by Magda Graham from a farm in Scotland where she lives. It is the headquarters of the organization (and the scene of debauched, sadistic beating of naked young girls).

Notes & Sources:

http://apodion.com/vad/article.php?aid=52

http://magistrayrainetwo.blogspot.co…1c26cd3be74622

http://britfa.gs/boo/res/1598.html

http://www.scribd.com/doc/89313171/D…on-on-Darkness

http://www.scribd.com/doc/89313178/D…Editorial-DL-1

http://www.voy.com/26813/5.html

http://www.necronomi.com/magic/satanism/watcher3.txt

http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com…howtopic=71999

http://www.balanone.info/baltsref.frm7.html

http://www.satannet.com/forum/ubbthr…&Number=218997

http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/1…nalCode=cjcr20

http://christianchildabuse.blogspot.co.uk/

http://www.luckymojo.com/satanism/fi…_rebuttal.html

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/va…_vatican44.htm

Source: http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=236977

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INTO THE HALLS OF GIANTS

The scorching punishment of the Blood Mistress began almost immediately as the iron doors clanged shut behind her two acolytes who watched, anonymous behind black balaclavas, as the ultimate member of their temple began her grim work upon that night that had been planned for so many months and - for her - so many years ago - far before the onset of the presently unfolding event, that living, writhing testament to that which they - those tempters - had sought to offer - and to that which for she, especially, had increasingly represented the turning point in the summoning of the denizens of the Abyss into physical manifestation upon the earth.

Years ago she had, while in the locale of a mountain fastness, engaged in an ordeal of a vampiric nature with two of her kindred. Outside the bleak winds of the Alleghenies blew down from their craggy peaks and thunderstorms, drifting with a sickeningly and intimidating quality, slowly drifted forth from the beyond that presented itself a mere few miles’ distance from the site of their working.

Despite all these atmospheric distractions the three-fold internal unit set about its esoteric task, after a long fifteen-hours of acts forwarding real-world evil in the flesh, one of which involved significant security work alongside a nearly domiciled compatriot - a meeting, swift and soon over - one lounging, attempting to be inconspicuous against the side of a newer-model SUV while the other clandestine organization member went about his business on the inside - deep within a converted basement that had been refurbished for the purpose of certain activities of a less-than-legal trajectory.

As the time slowly passed the man standing guard outside the car and residence stared into the careening mountain passes which presented themselves across the horizons of the myriad posh and modern-living homes which drew down upon the slope of the hillsides surrounding the mountains. He could feel the thickness of the humidity drifting off the mountains, a stark contrast to the dryness which regularly plagued the area much to the chagrin of the local farmers and their crops - the latter which had been a source of great consternation in lieu of the drought that had been ongoing for nigh a decade at the time.

Luke tapped the battery of his cellular telephone - a burner - which he had obtained on his transfer flight over from Washington Dulles Airport. It had been the wee hours of the morning yet he had found one vendor open for business amongst the sprawling concourse, who had sold him both the phone and several hour-long prepaid cards with an advantageous lack of the usual paperwork once Luke had flashed a wad of cash and a few choice bills appropriately set aside to seal the bargain - the middle-aged Indian-American quickly nodding in a look of recognizable acquiescence as he processed the transaction - off the books, as it were.

Standing next to the glistening black SUV, Luke could see that no calls had been forthcoming as of yet. He awaited the one from his clandestine organizational handler, who had proffered the funds that had made the trip to West Virginia possible yet who also had a hidden agenda - often verging in injurious directions - said directions which Luke himself found himself increasingly under the potential outcomes of the same. Would he stay and continue the infiltration without further output from his handler or would he continue and see what transpired amidst the somewhat recalcitrant WV sector who he had been told - or at least, led to believe - were inveigling themselves in some collusive scheme of which the organization needed actionable intelligence on - and fast.

A few bars of connectivity and Luke made an outbound call not to his handlers - who would chaff at the as of then unnecessary contact, but with his mate - some several-hundred miles away - whom was complicit in spirit and act with the course which he had chosen to take in pursuit of the sinister destiny which he, and those of his kindred, expected to fulfill - regardless of the costs.

A fuzzy clip of interference following the somewhat too-fast ring-tones and he was connected - a brief conversation in which he was able to only describe his physical surroundings, giving some sense of the width and breadth of the land while carefully concealing the nature of his current whereabouts - the import of the same and the actions which were presently taking place upon them still vague speculations on his part.

Only a few minutes seemed to pass once on the phone with his consort of some years before he spied, peeking out around the edge of the four-by-four, his local host emerging from the luxurious hard-wood exterior doors. He had a smile on his face. That was good. It intimated that the first phase of their plan, procurement of due funds, was established - the means and methods of which were only best left to speculation.

With a brief nod of affirmation and one reciprocal emanating from his partner, the duo entered back into the SUV and with an intent-fully fast - yet expert maneuvering, as to not draw undue attention - left the housing complex with all modicum of speed.

Back at the regional headquarters, the Blood Mistress sat cross-legged upon a couch of deep leather chanting the names of that black god which was the patron deity of their temple - sibillating the names of overarching deceit, continual espionage and fanatical martial prowess which marked the summum bonum of the rank-and-file of the clandestine organization and even moreso for those who inhabited positions at the helm of the same.

She had been entrusted into a counter-intelligence operation against their recent guest - by unknown but verified higher-ups in the clandestine organization itself. She did not know whether or not the situation was reciprocal - whether or not she would find herself in the position of a double or triple-agent before the espionage at play reached its height - yet she had been given clear directions. Hellish pawns were moving across the chessboard and only the devil might know where the pieces might lie, in that predictably horrific end. - Tempel ov Blood, 2014

From Zorya to Mr. Angleton, with sinister dedication:
- Atazoth (ABG Lodge)


AB GL O D G E125 Year ov Baphomet
Source: http://abglodge.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/%CF%899%CE%B1-traditional-chants-atazoth/

From Zorya to Mr. Angleton, with sinister dedication:

Atazoth (ABG Lodge)

A
B G
L O D G E
125 Year ov Baphomet

Source: http://abglodge.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/%CF%899%CE%B1-traditional-chants-atazoth/

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MORE THAN A DOZEN US SPIES INFILTRATE GERMAN MINISTRIES SAYS BILD

The CIA has recruited more than a dozen spies in several German government ministries, according to the Bild am Sonntag tabloid paper. Earlier, Chancellor Merkel said she doubts the US will end its aggressive espionage.

The alleged spies have infiltrated the German defense, development, economic, and interior ministries, reported Bild on Sunday, citing unnamed sources within the US intelligence community.

CIA interest in the Development Ministry stems from Germany’s foreign intelligence agency, the BND, using the ministry as cover for clandestine operations.

Due to the diplomat row between Berlin and Washington, the spies are reportedly not meeting with their US handlers at the moment. US intelligence agencies are considering basing their recruitment activities in Warsaw or Prague due to the growing pressure in Germany, according to Bild.

'Fundamentally different views'

In an interview with public broadcaster ZDF, Chancellor Angela Merkel said that the US and Germany have “fundamentally different views” about how intelligence agencies should operate. She said partners should not spy on each other, while acknowledging that it would be difficult to convince Washington to change its ways.

Despite their differences, Merkel wants German and US intelligence agencies to continue cooperating.

"Germany profits from the cooperation concerning counterterrorism and other things," Merkel said.

US unapologetic over spy row

On Thursday, Berlin asked the CIA station chief to leave the country in response to US spying in Germany. Over the past two weeks, authorities have uncovered two Germans who allegedly were working for the US as spies.

In the first case, a BND employee allegedly sold more than 200 documents to the CIA for 25,000 euros ($34,000). He’s admitted to spying for the US.

In a second case, an employee at the Defense Ministry has been questioned on suspicion of espionage. He’s denied the allegations.

The US has been unapologetic over the spy row. White House spokesman Josh Earnest said that countries are aware of what intelligence agencies from allied nations are doing on their soil. He added that any disagreement should be resolved through private diplomatic channels, not in the media.

German Foreign Minister Frank-Walter Steinmeier is set to meet with US Secretary of State John Kerry in Vienna tomorrow for talks on Iran’s nuclear program. Steinmeier said he would voice his concerns to Kerry about US espionage.

slk/crh (AFP, dpa, Reuters)

Source: http://www.dw.de/more-than-a-dozen-us-spies-infiltrate-german-ministries-says-bild/a-17782082