As three weeks went by, Kartoffelmiller was increasingly becoming zombified and exhausted by the constant increase in horror like sensations he was experiencing all around him. He began to avoid certain places due to the stimuli and sounds they would exhibit for him. He began to be increasingly paranoid about his surroundings, hypervigilant as to everything that was going on around him. It was at this point in time that he was once again assigned to check in on the Covenant of Jagger. He had conducted a check at city hall and found they were indeed now registered, but these records didn’t show the whole picture. It was best to scout them by doing there directly.
When he walked into the temple he happened to walk in during a similar ritual as was going on before, and it’s members were looking to be much better in appearance, more well kempt, than they had previously appeared. He also noticed the ratio of women to men had seemingly increased since his last visit. Vrill was also undertaking the same ritual he had been during the detective’s previous visit.
The detective waited until the last coin and dollar bill had fallen into the collection box, it was at this point the last person that emerged was Vrill, and he greeted the detective.
“Kartoffelmiller”, said Vrill, “you imbecile, why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
“Come to you for what exactly?” he said, taking out his earplugs from his ears as he answered Vrill’s question with another question.
The lanky, dark skinned man giggled. “Your buddy Ronald’s been working his magic on you. You’ve been hearing things, you’ve been having insomnia and when you do manage to fall asleep you–“
“Alright, that’s enough.” interjected Kartoffelmiller. “Can you do anything to help me fix whatever’s going on with me?”
“Oh, no worries, it’s very easy to fix. Here, come, step into my office, I’ll show you.” replied Vrill.
The detective, feeling like the imbecile Vrill jokingly referred to him as, followed Vrill into the office, wondering if the bed he had there had been taken elsewhere.
Vrill performed a brief ritual, that was surprisingly simplistic, yet somewhat disgusting. The more gruesome details of it were immediately forgotten after Kartoffelmiller could no longer hear his own blood being pumped in his own veins, nor the sound of the smoker’s cough of the janitor in the lobby of the building below. “How are you feeling now?” asked Vrill with a worried sensibility. “Phenomenal,” said the detective, as he took a huge breath of relief. The detective threw his earplugs in the trashcan in the office. “Words can’t describe how liberating this feeling is.”
“I sincerely apologize for what I had to do to you,” said Vrill, “but it was necessary to seize your attention in order to mentally project what was required into your brain.” He then proceeded to wave his hand around, disregarding Kartoffelmiller’s wonder and disgust at the moment, and said “Watch this.”
“Oh my goodness”, said the detective, “is that thing real or are my eyes seeing things?” Vrill Gurkenstein held out in his hand a gigantic diamond that was had thousands of sparkling sides that fractured the light from the lamp in the desk of his office into many vibrant beams of color.
“What you’re looking at here,” said the lanky, dark skinned man, “is the foundation diamond”.
“So this means that you got the diamond from that same man,” stuttered the detective, “yes, that same man”, quickly answered Vrill. “And she sold it to us, nothing was ever taken by force or stolen. We have a receipt to prove it. For the sum of $1 in payment of the foundation diamond, signed Mr.–“
“Well, of course” said the detective. “It seems like it’s a prosperous road for you ahead here at the Covenant of Jagger. Is this what you’ve been cooking up the whole time?”
“This is what I’ve been searching the entire face of this world for.” said Vrill, moving the huge diamond through his fingers as if it were a toy. “And only could I accomplish this by starting this cult of nutjobs like you so aptly referred to us. May we thank the creator that it was legal for me to accomplish this.”
“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 you should come with me, you’ll be able to meet Mr. Ronald that’s been such a heartache for you.”
“Go ahead, show me what it is you want to show me,” said Kartoffelmiller, “after what I had to deal with over the last 3 weeks, I think I have the stomach for anything.”
“Suit yourself”, said Vrill, facing the desk lamp. “Look at the glow it gives off”, said Kartoffelmiller. He of course meant the diamond, that was emitting a strange purple light, from the tips of it’s edges. “I want you to pray for your future, Mr. Kartoffelmiller, and all the good things it may bring with it.” said Vrill. The detective began to pray for everything that came to mind, not noticing the lanky, dark skinned man carressing the diamond with his long, salad fingers.
The diamond began to shine brighter and brighter as moments went by, yet it did not reflect any of the details of the room as it did, as if it only gave off what it wanted to but absorbed nothing of the outside world. Vrill followed by letting out an ear curdling shriek, as Kartoffelmiller flinched, closing his eyes for a few seconds. He then opened his eyes and began to shout profanity at Vrill with a murderous rage.
“You baffoon!” he yelped. “Bringing me here-“
The German stared at him like a calf staring into a colorful door and exclaimed: “Relax, man! Your eyes are not deceiving you, every inch of what you see is real. Take a good look around!”
The detective turned his head left and right and saw that stone tower from his nightmares was far off in the distance, and actually farther away than he had typically dreamed of. He bent over and picked up some of the fine white sand, letting it run through his fingers.
“How in the hell did you bring us here?” The detective asked in a brutish manner.
“I got us here the same way I cured you of Ronald’s curse. The diamond possesses special powers that are able to shift reality. You can ask any jewel thief and they will tell you the same story. As this one is incredibly expensive, it is able to completely draw someone’s attention to it that using the energy from the sheer mental concentration one is able to achieve these effects. This, in combination with my thorough expertise in one certain sub-field of psychology, was enough to take us out of the physical boundaries of the temple and bring us here.”
The detective began to laugh in an ironic, hysterical tone. “I came to you at the end of my wits, first you cured me then you brought me into a place twice as worse as what I was going through, Vrill! What’s the point, tell me?”
“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 not exactly a good place either. Just sit down for a bit and I’ll explain things to you.” Kartoffelmiller obediently sat down on the sand, his buttocks forming an outline in the fine, white granules. He particularly noticed Vrill stare with apprehension at the horizon before commencing his explanation.
“I was born in Antarctica, in a part claimed by Norway. But I am not Norweigan by blood, religion or culture. My life began when we took a ship out to Germany, as I am actually German by ethnicity. Our village was located in the mountains of Bavaria. I was treated differently than the other children there, and the people we considered to be heads of the village, who ran our affairs, would often listen to my every whim and command. Unusual, for a child.”
“Why this all was, was explained to me in detail by one of the older and wiser people among the heads of the village when I was fourteen years old. This old man had a very particular look to him, he was bearded and round, yet wore round glasses and had very piercing blue eyes with a large mole on his right cheek. He told me that while he only contained a small fraction of genetics of original Pleidian roots, from which the entire Aryan race descends, I contained majority Pleidian genetics, as if my mother had been impregnated by one.”
“Despite this, I said I didn’t want to be Pleidian, thinking this would make me different than the rest and cause me unnecessary harm and difficulty in life. I wanted to be a normal boy like everyone else. I escaped the village at the age of fifteen, after they began to teach me occult magic that had vile and disturbing rituals that were a requirement to get the magic to work. Escaping was the best thing I did, as if I stayed, I would’ve been turned into the village shaman, as all those with Pleidian blood would eventually become. I would have been known for at least 200 kilometers in all directions, by circles who were aware of what was going on, and I would be responsible for being both a healer as well as cursing people. The biggest purpose of this would be create a demonic cult in which I would lure and use unsuspecting people to use part of my vile rituals.”
“Instead of this, I traveled the world, leaving my mark wherever I went, but also having the ills of the world leave their mark on me. I survived in warzones, met interesting characters and maneuvered my way through dictatorship style control zones. I ended up in sub-Saharan Africa when I was about 32 years old.”
“I didn’t have any money, and the little money that I managed to scrounge up enough to barely survive. A Welsh woman took me in, hired me to work for her, and taught me mathematics. Right away I was hooked, I learned algebra, conies, analytics, calculus and relativity. Before I decided to take a break from it, I figured out wave mechanics without any reference to abide by on that subject matter.”
“When I presented to this woman the differential equations for the carbon molecule, all of which I had solved myself, she cursed me for being some hellish monster and kicked me out of her home. Despite this, she had taught me the foundation of mental discipline, and did it in a way that was innumerable amounts of time more efficiently and with much greater clarity 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 for being.”
“It was only then that I decided to venture into this whole cult thing. I figured out that in order to make money from this business, all you need is to sell some incomprehensible abstract ideas open to the human imagination for interpretation, things such as all knowingness, the urge of the will and the mind, blending with the matter of planets, and some form of intense, orgasmic ascension to a higher state of being. With these concepts to sell I can make a living anywhere on the face of this planet.”
“I then met Ronald Verraterin, who was running an older and more established cult himself, the Pan-Germanic Alliance of Esoteric Healers. He was an German from northern Germany, close to the border with Holland. You can’t believe how developed his mind seemed at the time! He latched onto me and convinced me of all sorts of things before I started to figure things out for myself.”
“Then I had a long discussion with him one day. He opened with the ritualistic secret handshake among the Alliance and sat down for our discussion. ‘Brother Vrill’, he said, ‘I want to share with you an ancient book, a sacred and forbidden text of great power, that I’ve just uncovered.’ I arrogantly laughed at his charlatan claim, naturally. During that time I had discovered nine sacred books myself, all of which were ready to be translated into the language of the country that I was operating in. The ‘mooni mure ore’ was my most valuable possession out of these books. This was the one I found tucked away inside a hollowed out, mossy rock in the jungles of New Zealand, near an abandoned Maori temple.”
“Ronald appeared to be bitter. ‘Brother Vrill’, he said, ‘No not roll your eyes at me. Does the word Pleidian ring any bells? I acted like I didn’t know and asked if it was something out of the fourth chapter of the Hidden Knowledge of Lemuria, but then I remembered vaguely that I had been called that at some point in the past.”
“‘A Pleidian’, said Ronald, ‘is an atavism to the predecessors of the Aryan race, the Germanic race, who left their seed in what is modern day Scandinavia and Germania on this planet. These beings are multidimensional and can be uncovered by-‘ he looked at me with a sharp squint, ‘by a higher natural capacity in tapping the energies of the occult than most other people would be able to. In their minds, they carry with them knowledge so advanced and breathtaking that mortals cannot even begin to imagine. Now, Brother Vrill, if we could only find a Pleidian…'”
“‘Don’t think too much of it,’ I said. ‘How could that possibly help us?'”
“He quitely then took out what appeared to be a real, ancient, sacred tome. And I wouldn’t be particularly in awe if I had learned his discovery was recent and sudden. It was written by a small, ancient sect of Lydians, who had migrated to the area that is now Crimea using a small flotilla of ships, and then eventually died out. When I managed to figure out some of this weird ancient amalgation of Turkish, Persian, Greek and proto-Slavic, I was astonished. Some of their sonnets were truly breathtaking and awe inspiring. One account of an exorcism and anathema was particularly frightening, and a lot of verses regarding geneological lineages. They also had a didactic poem regarding the Pleidian who had appeared among their tribe.”
“They had given him ruthless treatment, chaining him to a wall, torturing him and using him as a male Sybil. They figured out that the best way to get him to reveal prophecies as to present him with a diamond. Then, one tragic day, they allowed him to touch the diamond. Wazoo! He disappeared, taking two of the priests with him. The priests eventually reappeared, and seemed to be overtaken by a maddening amount of ecstasy of having been in some sort of paradise.”
“I’m not entirely sure what the whole thing was about. After this story I figured I could become the Rothschild of occultism – get followers, train them well and they can spread my religion everywhere. If other prophets were able to do it in the past, what was stopping me?
“While I had been dreaming about things that were so grand they were out of my reach, Ronald had been piecing apart my mind. To some supernatural extent, he was able to concentrate and incept ideas into my mind that were already there unconsciously, but further bringing them to the surface so that they became my beings, and he was able to exert control over me.”