Chapter four : towards a fete less known.

That morning I head out to the local supermarket on my bicycle, going passed the obstructions in the road coming to the S-Mart smiling because of the nice weather and a memory of the undead..

Once thereI shop for a few things, like more alcohol and such and even a mellon to suit the hot weather and then pay for them and see the board with ads and check them out.. One ad strikes me solidly in the third eye where He touched me so long ago.

Voodoo services on offer.

Contact Baron De Eshu di Mortis with the number there as well.

I rip the ad from the board and walk off before anyone comments.. High on my dedication to my Dark Lord.. Sweet on the ad like a bumble bee on honeyed sugar plums. I walk out off there with my groceries in a bag and walk to my bicycle doing the balancing act once i’m on and making it home without too much in the way of trouble. Once I am I put the gorceries into the cupboard in the hall and walk to my phone and call him..

“In the name of the Barons and Death hail!” went he.

“In the name of Satan a dark benediction fall upon you.” answered I.

“Ooo0o0o0o0 Satan!”

“Yes he is my dark lord… My benefactor… My life.. My love even… My confessor.”

“Then know Eshu Da Capa Preta is my spirit of Choice.. The barons my lap dogs… Maman Brigitte my personal slave… And the dead my dumping ground of choice.” went he.

Chills ran up my back like someone had poured ice water into my main veins…

“We should be more acquainted.” went a voice.. very much like my lord coming through me…

“Yes maybe dark one… Maybe………….”

Chapter five – Enlightenment for the damned.

We arrive at a date not too far in the future that we both like and I get off my bicycle in front off his home to see what the house is like before I enter.. A vast gloom has settled over the place like a shroud and it radiates darkness. I smile and an inner flame sparks into being behind my eyes in my pineal and even my inner child smiles with this sense of foreboding and dread that tickles my fancy alike an electrified, feather. Someone inside the house laughs a hearty laugh of a butcher in possession of road kill during war time. And I walk onto the front door which has a black skull above it and an inverted pentagram doormat. I knock on the door and a man opens the door dressed in black and white livery, “Yes, my lord?” says the man servant.