{"id":732,"date":"2021-05-08T18:49:23","date_gmt":"2021-05-08T18:49:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readparadise.com\/?p=732"},"modified":"2021-05-08T19:12:27","modified_gmt":"2021-05-08T19:12:27","slug":"2-vrill-gathers-the-curse-and-the-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.readparadise.com\/index.php\/2021\/05\/08\/2-vrill-gathers-the-curse-and-the-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"2. Vrill Gathers – The Curse and The Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> 9<\/span> minutes<\/span><\/span>\n

As three weeks went by, Kartoffelmiller was increasingly becoming zombified and exhausted by the constant increase in \nhorror like sensations he was experiencing all around him. He began to avoid certain places due to the stimuli and sounds\nthey would exhibit for him. He began to be increasingly paranoid about his surroundings, hypervigilant as to everything\nthat was going on around him. It was at this point in time that he was once again assigned to check in on the Covenant\nof Jagger. He had conducted a check at city hall and found they were indeed now registered, but these records didn’t\nshow the whole picture. It was best to scout them by doing there directly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he walked into the temple he happened to walk in during a similar ritual as was going on before, and it’s members\nwere looking to be much better in appearance, more well kempt, than they had previously appeared. He also noticed the\nratio of women to men had seemingly increased since his last visit. Vrill was also undertaking the same ritual he had\nbeen during the detective’s previous visit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The detective waited until the last coin and dollar bill had fallen into the collection box, it was at this point the\nlast person that emerged was Vrill, and he greeted the detective.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kartoffelmiller”, said Vrill, “you imbecile, why didn’t you come to me sooner?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come to you for what exactly?” he said, taking out his earplugs from his ears as he answered Vrill’s question with\nanother question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lanky, dark skinned man giggled. “Your buddy Ronald’s been working his magic on you. You’ve been hearing things,\nyou’ve been having insomnia and when you do manage to fall asleep you–“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Alright, that’s enough.” interjected Kartoffelmiller. “Can you do anything to help me fix whatever’s going on with me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, no worries, it’s very easy to fix. Here, come, step into my office, I’ll show you.” replied Vrill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The detective, feeling like the imbecile Vrill jokingly referred to him as, followed Vrill into the office, wondering\nif the bed he had there had been taken elsewhere. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vrill performed a brief ritual, that was surprisingly simplistic, yet somewhat disgusting. The more gruesome details\nof it were immediately forgotten after Kartoffelmiller could no longer hear his own blood being pumped in his own veins,\nnor the sound of the smoker’s cough of the janitor in the lobby of the building below. “How are you feeling now?” asked\nVrill with a worried sensibility. “Phenomenal,” said the detective, as he took a huge breath of relief. The detective\nthrew his earplugs in the trashcan in the office. “Words can’t describe how liberating this feeling is.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I sincerely apologize for what I had to do to you,” said Vrill, “but it was necessary to seize your attention in\norder to mentally project what was required into your brain.” He then proceeded to wave his hand around, disregarding\nKartoffelmiller’s wonder and disgust at the moment, and said “Watch this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh my goodness”, said the detective, “is that thing real or are my eyes seeing things?” Vrill Gurkenstein held out in\nhis hand a gigantic diamond that was had thousands of sparkling sides that fractured the light from the lamp in the desk\nof his office into many vibrant beams of color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What you’re looking at here,” said the lanky, dark skinned man, “is the foundation diamond”. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So this means that you got the diamond from that same man,” stuttered the detective, “yes, that same man”, quickly\nanswered Vrill. “And she sold it to us, nothing was ever taken by force or stolen. We have a receipt to prove it. For\nthe sum of $1 in payment of the foundation diamond, signed Mr.–“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, of course” said the detective. “It seems like it’s a prosperous road for you ahead here at the Covenant of Jagger.\nIs this what you’ve been cooking up the whole time?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is what I’ve been searching the entire face of this world for.” said Vrill, moving the huge diamond through his\nfingers as if it were a toy. “And only could I accomplish this by starting this cult of nutjobs like you so aptly\nreferred to us. May we thank the creator that it was legal for me to accomplish this.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So what do you plan on doing now?” asked the detective. “I’ll use the diamond as a tip for myself, of course. I think\nyou should come with me, you’ll be able to meet Mr. Ronald that’s been such a heartache for you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Go ahead, show me what it is you want to show me,” said Kartoffelmiller, “after what I had to deal with over the\nlast 3 weeks, I think I have the stomach for anything.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Suit yourself”, said Vrill, facing the desk lamp. “Look at the glow it gives off”, said Kartoffelmiller. He of course\nmeant the diamond, that was emitting a strange purple light, from the tips of it’s edges. “I want you to pray for\nyour future, Mr. Kartoffelmiller, and all the good things it may bring with it.” said Vrill. The detective began to\npray for everything that came to mind, not noticing the lanky, dark skinned man carressing the diamond with his long,\nsalad fingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The diamond began to shine brighter and brighter as moments went by, yet it did not reflect any of the details of\nthe room as it did, as if it only gave off what it wanted to but absorbed nothing of the outside world. Vrill followed\nby letting out an ear curdling shriek, as Kartoffelmiller flinched, closing his eyes for a few seconds. He then opened\nhis eyes and began to shout profanity at Vrill with a murderous rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You baffoon!” he yelped. “Bringing me here-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The German stared at him like a calf staring into a colorful door and exclaimed: “Relax, man! Your eyes are not\ndeceiving you, every inch of what you see is real. Take a good look around!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The detective turned his head left and right and saw that stone tower from his nightmares was far off in the distance,\nand actually farther away than he had typically dreamed of. He bent over and picked up some of the fine white sand,\nletting it run through his fingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How in the hell did you bring us here?” The detective asked in a brutish manner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I got us here the same way I cured you of Ronald’s curse. The diamond possesses special powers that are able to shift\nreality. You can ask any jewel thief and they will tell you the same story. As this one is incredibly expensive, it is\nable to completely draw someone’s attention to it that using the energy from the sheer mental concentration one is\nable to achieve these effects. This, in combination with my thorough expertise in one certain sub-field of psychology,\nwas enough to take us out of the physical boundaries of the temple and bring us here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The detective began to laugh in an ironic, hysterical tone. “I came to you at the end of my wits, first you cured me\nthen you brought me into a place twice as worse as what I was going through, Vrill! What’s the point, tell me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n“This isn’t as bad of a place as you think it is”, said the German matter-of-factly. “It’s not a bad place, but it’s\nnot exactly a good place either. Just sit down for a bit and I’ll explain things to you.” Kartoffelmiller obediently\nsat down on the sand, his buttocks forming an outline in the fine, white granules. He particularly noticed Vrill stare\nwith apprehension at the horizon before commencing his explanation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I was born in Antarctica, in a part claimed by Norway. But I am not Norweigan by blood, religion or culture. My life began\nwhen we took a ship out to Germany, as I am actually German by ethnicity. Our village was located in the mountains of\nBavaria. I was treated differently than the other children there, and the people we considered to be heads of the village,\nwho ran our affairs, would often listen to my every whim and command. Unusual, for a child.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Why this all was, was explained to me in detail by one of the older and wiser people among the heads of the village\nwhen I was fourteen years old. This old man had a very particular look to him, he was bearded and round, yet wore\nround glasses and had very piercing blue eyes with a large mole on his right cheek. He told me that while he only\ncontained a small fraction of genetics of original Pleidian roots, from which the entire Aryan race descends,\nI contained majority Pleidian genetics, as if my mother had been impregnated by one.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Despite this, I said I didn’t want to be Pleidian, thinking this would make me different than the rest and cause me\nunnecessary harm and difficulty in life. I wanted to be a normal boy like everyone else. I escaped the village at\nthe age of fifteen, after they began to teach me occult magic that had vile and disturbing rituals that were a\nrequirement to get the magic to work. Escaping was the best thing I did, as if I stayed, I would’ve been turned into\nthe village shaman, as all those with Pleidian blood would eventually become. I would have been known for at least\n200 kilometers in all directions, by circles who were aware of what was going on, and I would be responsible for being\nboth a healer as well as cursing people. The biggest purpose of this would be create a demonic cult in which I would\nlure and use unsuspecting people to use part of my vile rituals.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Instead of this, I traveled the world, leaving my mark wherever I went, but also having the ills of the world leave\ntheir mark on me. I survived in warzones, met interesting characters and maneuvered my way through dictatorship style\ncontrol zones. I ended up in sub-Saharan Africa when I was about 32 years old.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I didn’t have any money, and the little money that I managed to scrounge up enough to barely survive. A Welsh woman\ntook me in, hired me to work for her, and taught me mathematics. Right away I was hooked, I learned algebra, conies,\nanalytics, calculus and relativity. Before I decided to take a break from it, I figured out wave mechanics without\nany reference to abide by on that subject matter.”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“When I presented to this woman the differential equations for the carbon molecule, all of which I had solved myself,\nshe cursed me for being some hellish monster and kicked me out of her home. Despite this, she had taught me the foundation\nof mental discipline, and did it in a way that was innumerable amounts of time more efficiently and with much greater\nclarity than they could’ve if I had stayed in that village. It was then when I began to realize what I was and my purpose\nfor being.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It was only then that I decided to venture into this whole cult thing. I figured out that in order to make money\nfrom this business, all you need is to sell some incomprehensible abstract ideas open to the human imagination for\ninterpretation, things such as all knowingness, the urge of the will and the mind, blending with the matter of\nplanets, and some form of intense, orgasmic ascension to a higher state of being. With these concepts to sell I can make\na living anywhere on the face of this planet.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I then met Ronald Verraterin, who was running an older and more established cult himself, the Pan-Germanic Alliance\nof Esoteric Healers. He was an German from northern Germany, close to the border with Holland. You can’t believe\nhow developed his mind seemed at the time! He latched onto me and convinced me of all sorts of things before I started\nto figure things out for myself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then I had a long discussion with him one day. He opened with the ritualistic secret handshake among the \nAlliance and sat down for our discussion. ‘Brother Vrill’, he said, ‘I want to share with you an ancient book, a sacred\nand forbidden text of great power, that I’ve just uncovered.’ I arrogantly laughed at his charlatan claim, naturally.\nDuring that time I had discovered nine sacred books myself, all of which were ready to be translated into the language\nof the country that I was operating in. The ‘mooni mure ore’ was my most valuable possession out of these books.\nThis was the one I found tucked away inside a hollowed out, mossy rock in the jungles of New Zealand, near an abandoned\nMaori temple.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ronald appeared to be bitter. ‘Brother Vrill’, he said, ‘No not roll your eyes at me. Does the word Pleidian ring any\nbells? I acted like I didn’t know and asked if it was something out of the fourth chapter of the Hidden Knowledge\nof Lemuria, but then I remembered vaguely that I had been called that at some point in the past.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“‘A Pleidian’, said Ronald, ‘is an atavism to the predecessors of the Aryan race, the Germanic race, who left their\nseed in what is modern day Scandinavia and Germania on this planet. These beings are multidimensional and can be\nuncovered by-‘ he looked at me with a sharp squint, ‘by a higher natural capacity in tapping the energies of the occult\nthan most other people would be able to. In their minds, they carry with them knowledge so advanced and breathtaking\nthat mortals cannot even begin to imagine. Now, Brother Vrill, if we could only find a Pleidian…'”\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“‘Don’t think too much of it,’ I said. ‘How could that possibly help us?'”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He quitely then took out what appeared to be a real, ancient, sacred tome. And I wouldn’t be particularly in awe\nif I had learned his discovery was recent and sudden. It was written by a small, ancient sect of Lydians, who had\nmigrated to the area that is now Crimea using a small flotilla of ships, and then eventually died out. When I managed\nto figure out some of this weird ancient amalgation of Turkish, Persian, Greek and proto-Slavic, I was astonished.\nSome of their sonnets were truly breathtaking and awe inspiring. One account of an exorcism and anathema was particularly\nfrightening, and a lot of verses regarding geneological lineages. They also had a didactic poem regarding the Pleidian\nwho had appeared among their tribe.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They had given him ruthless treatment, chaining him to a wall, torturing him and using him as a male Sybil. They\nfigured out that the best way to get him to reveal prophecies as to present him with a diamond. Then, one tragic\nday, they allowed him to touch the diamond. Wazoo! He disappeared, taking two of the priests with him. The priests\neventually reappeared, and seemed to be overtaken by a maddening amount of ecstasy of having been in some sort of\nparadise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n“I’m not entirely sure what the whole thing was about. After this story I figured I could become the Rothschild of\noccultism – get followers, train them well and they can spread my religion everywhere. If other prophets were able\nto do it in the past, what was stopping me? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“While I had been dreaming about things that were so grand they were out of my reach, Ronald had been piecing\napart my mind. To some supernatural extent, he was able to concentrate and incept ideas into my mind that were\nalready there unconsciously, but further bringing them to the surface so that they became my beings, and he\nwas able to exert control over me.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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