Most people and secret societies in this story I have based loosely on historical events and historical people.
Following is the intro chapters/story set up for a little ditty I've been writing.
Munich: November, 1924.
The moon was shining through the branches of the winter trees lining Sterneckerstraße, a side street off Tal. The woman climbed the 16 stone stairs
to the side of the Nazi party meeting hall that led to the upper level apartment of Rudolph Hess. As she ascended the dark stairwell, her footsteps
echoed, each incline made her feel colder and she tightened her cape around her. The smell of tobacco met her as the smoke curled from under the
apartment door like gnarled skeleton fingers beckoning her to enter.
The door opened before she knocked by a man she knew with dark hair and hazel eyes. She stepped inside, looked around at the dimly lit apartment and
saw another man she recognized only by reputation as Rudolph Hess sitting by a round table, covered in a black cloth with a single candle, new and
unused, paper and writing pencil and a ashtray full of rolled cigarettes ends.
“Dobar Večer mein frauline” drawled the man sitting down.
“You speak my fathers native Croatian tongue Herr Hess?” She replied in Austrian as she stepped further into the room.
“Just ‘good evening’ and the swear words, please come in, I have heard much about you and am indeed honored to meet the Mistress of the Vril
She loosened the knot of her midnight blue velvet cape from around her neck and lifted it’s hood from head. Thick long blonde hair cascaded down her
back reaching below her posterior. The women of Europe in the 1920s wore their hair in the fashion of a cropped bob, so it was unusual yet striking to
see such a young beautiful woman with such traditional long hair.
‘She is perfection’ Hess thought as he took a sharp intake of breath. He was taken aback by her delicate beauty that was illuminated by the
crackling flames of the fire that seemed to dance higher in her presence. He rose and gestured her to sit at the table, carefully insuring she sit
where the firelight licked her face her so that he could gaze upon her creamy complexion and violet eyes.
‘Our mutual friend here Rudolf von Sebottendorf, the founder of the Thule Gesellschaft society has told many fantastical tales of your channeling
ability. How you scribed in trance an ancient German Templar script and some extraordinary plans for a flying bell or disc shaped machine. Astonishing
and wild I say! Perhaps tonight you can simply provide contact with a spirit known to all of us, our dearly departed friend Dietrich Eckart” His
disbelief was apparent in his slightly mocking tone.
The woman was quiet and held Hess’ gaze steadily. Silently she reached forward with petite arms and clasped both men’s hands to form a circle
connection around the table. Hess’ hands were rough and as cold as a lifeless corpse, Von Sebottendorfs were hot and sweaty. She sensed both men
become aroused by the simple touch of her. Sex magic provided her with the most powerful channel to the energy of the black sun, the universal energy
of the ‘ Vril’ as they now called it. But tonight there was no need to open her legs to draw in magiks, she had already felt the fingers of the
dead reach out to her as she ascended the stairs to Herr Hess’ apartment.
She breathed heavily and closed her eyes. Within moments Hess’ lustful thoughts turned to feeling unnerved and fearful as the beautiful Valkyrie
before him slumped back into her chair, eyes flung open and turned all white, mouth agape and her golden hair glowed with static like a radio
Sebottendorff smiled in satisfaction as the actual voice of their dead fellow Thule society member Eckart started coming out of the small-framed
golden haired medium.
“I am an oathbreaker, a pawn of the gods, here only to announce to you those from higher than me. “
After only 3 more breathes, an emasculated voice came forth from the gaping mouth of the medium.
“I am Sumi, dweller of a distant world, which orbits the star Aldebaran in the constellation you call Taurus the Bull, chaser of the Pleiades”
Releasing the hand of Hess, the Vrill mistress with eyes still white and mouth agape patted the table until she grasped the pencil, holding it in a
vice with her hand and not using her fingers she started to scratch undecipherable lines over 3 sheaths of paper. The sound of the scratching pencil
was accompanied only by a stench of rotten meat that hung over the table like a thick spring morning fog.
After 15 minutes that seemed to pass as no more than a few seconds to both the men, she lay down her pencil, blinked revealing her crystalline violet
eyes and the smell of sweet summer jasmine flower then entered the room.
All three gazed upon the paper, Hess was the first to speak.
“Nonsense scratching’s, enough of this” he flicked the paper across the table to the blonde woman.
Sebottendorf, reached to his left and took the paper, then looked into the hypnotic gaze of the medium “Do you recognize these markings?”
She shook her head no.
“My dear, this is extraordinary, these ‘scratching’s’ as Hess calls them may be most important penning by a human since antiquity.”
Hess snatched another sheet of the paper with the Vrills markings. After peering at it he placed it back down and looked across to Sebottendorf and
“It is nonsensical lines, even a child could do better to imitate the written word”
Sebottendorf snorted and reached forward to place his hand on the shoulder of the Vrill.
“Maria Orsič, have you ever heard of an ancient writing known as cuneform?”
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