Knute Olufson the NATO representative for Norway turned around in his hotel bed and stared into a pair of green eyes.
“What...?”
“Oh Knute, you know you've been dreaming of me,” said the redhead as she pulled the sheets back to reveal a perfectly formed naked female body.”
“I'm a happily married man,” stated Olufson.
“Well, fuck-it!” growled a human-sized red dragon with horns in an other-worldly voice as it grabbed Olufson and threw him at the window.
The window exploded as the man's body hit it and then passed through, out into the night air of the eleventh floor of the hotel in Brussels.
The next day most of the representatives were sitting around the large meeting table at Nato headquarters when the doors swung open and a stunning woman strode into the room. She had short red hair and white porcelain-like skin. A white blouse which showed an ample cleavage accompanied a black dress-suit.
“I am the representative for Norway. I will be standing in for Mr Olufson who, unfortunately was attacked and killed at his hotel last night.”
Murmurs erupted around the room as she made her way to the Norway seat followed by many pairs of lustful eyes.
“Gentlemen and Lady, I would like to start this meeting of the NATO countries,” said Neils Gordland the chairman as the last few delegates took their seats.
“Now, as you are aware this so-called Dark Army is sweeping across America. I will ask Jack Kellor the US representative to update us.” Gordland said as he sat.
A man in a grey suit stood up he had dark swept-back hair lined with grey.
“The position is desperate my friends; our forces are fighting an unbeatable foe. They are converting ordinary citizens to their cause as they now move eastwards. Several cities have fallen to them. We can't destroy them with conventional or nuclear capabilities because we would be killing our own people.”
The German representative stood up and said: “My friends, maybe we need to wipe this army away before their disease spreads around the world.”
He started sweating as thoughts of the Norwegian delegate writhing on his erect manhood invaded his mind. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He then stuttered and sat down.
Gordland stood up and said: “Yes well, are there any other comments?
“Yes, I have,” said Marla Morgenstein the Norwegian representative as she climbed onto the table and strode around pulling off her clothes.
The guards ran forward from the door area and then froze.
Many of the other representatives climbed onto the table with a growl as they loosened their clothing and chased Marla. In their minds each one of them made love to the Norwegian woman.
Suddenly they were all sitting back in place.
“So, it's agreed; we monitor the situation,” said Gordland as he looked around the table at the nodding heads.
Kellor the US representative sprang from his seat. “Now wait a minute! The US Army could do with a hand!”
“But we don't want to kill your citizens who have been taken over by this dark force against their 78
will,” said Gordland as he looked at the Norwegian delegate.
“Okay, I'm wasting my time here,” said Kellor as he collected his things and strode out of the room amid evil laughter from the representatives most of whom gave the masturbator's sign.
Prime Minister Pyotr Teplov watched the various members of the emergency meeting of the cabinet in the White House in Moscow. Their mouths moved, but his mind was back with Katya the escort sent to his Moscow apartment the previous evening. She danced for him as she stripped the clothes from her perfect body. Her long red hair swung in time to the music as Teplov felt a craving start in the pit of his stomach and then rise and explode into his head. He lay under silk sheets with a protrusion between his legs.
“Ooh! What can we do with this?” Katya asked as she knelt on the bed next to him and stroked his sheet covered manhood.
She was the most gorgeous woman Teplov had ever seen, and the desire within him became unbearable. He pulled her toward him as he threw the sheets off the bed.
“What do you think should be done Mr Prime Minister?” Alexi Burov the deputy prime minister asked.
“What... oh yes, well what is the opinion of the cabinet?” The Prime Minister asked as he looked around the members seated around the large table.
“Well, with the United States on its knees with this Dark Army now is perhaps the time to cast off our differences and help them before we are attacked!” Viktor Redunski the minister of foreign affairs said as he thumped a clenched fist off the table.
“But, what of this thing of our dead soldiers being used against us!” Anton Gavrilov the minister for internal affairs said.
There was a general agreement around the table for both views.
“And where is the Dark Army now?” The prime minister asked.
“With respect Mr Prime Minister haven't you been listening?” Burov asked.
“I'm sorry I feel unwell this morning.”
“I'm sorry to hear that, sir. The Dark Army are at this moment closing in on Washington DC.”
Burov supplied, then looked around the table. “It would appear then, gentlemen, that we are unagreed on any possible action!”
All members nodded.
“Okay, keep me posted on the position Alexi,” Teplov said rising from his seat.
The Prime Minister unlocked the door to his apartment and entered his spacious hallway. Music wafted through the air as Katya appeared from the lounge dressed in a tight red dress.
“What... how did you get in here?” Teplov asked as he dismissed his bodyguards.
“I have my ways,” said Katya taking a sip from a cocktail glass.
“Whatever! It's nice to see you.”
“It's nice to see you too; come and have a drink.”
“I don't want a drink; I want you!” He said as he grabbed hold of her.
“Ooh! Mr Prime Minister!” Katya sighed as she broke loose from him and ran upstairs.
He followed her upstairs and into the bedroom stripping off his clothes as she wriggled out of her dress. They fell onto the bed where they embraced.
After a bout of lovemaking Katya jumped off his erection and rolled over the bed, then slipping a hand into one of her stockings she pulled out a switch-blade. She rolled over toward the Prime Minister, then, with crimson eyes, grabbed his genitals and sliced them off.
He screamed as she held his blood-dripping genitalia up in front of him, then with an otherworldly voice said: “I will attach them back, but tomorrow you will tell them that an attack on the Dark Army may be possible!”
Teplov passed out and when he awoke, he desperately pulled back the silk sheets and felt his genitals, which were as normal. He gasped and looked around, but he was alone. He pushed back 79
the sheets fully to rise out of the bed and pull on his housecoat. After looking around the house he unlocked the front door and stared at his bodyguard, who was rising, sleepily, off a chair.
“Did the girl pass you by?”
“No one passed here, sir,” answered the guard rubbing his face.
“You sure?”
“Yes sir.”
The next day at a hastily arranged cabinet meeting Teplov announced that there may well be an attack on the Dark Army in America.
The Israeli Security Cabinet met in the Knesset Building on a sweltering Jerusalem day. Prime Minister Daniel Hassan as usual addressed the meeting.
“My friends, we must help America in its hour of need.”
“How can we, a small country, help a super-power against such a foe?” Micha Meyer the Defence Minister asked.
Hassan raised his hands. “We must find a way because not only good Christians are being killed, but good Jews as well!”
“Perhaps we could aid them by sending our crack troops.” David Chagrin one of the director generals of the defence added. He then looked around the table and arched his shoulders, “Well, we've all heard nuclear attack is no good!”
“From the Americans perhaps, but what about a surprise attack from us!” proclaimed Meyer.
“Yes, this is a secure room - they won't know what we're planning,” said Amos Avram the Military Secretary to the Prime Minister.
“Oh, they know!” growled an other-worldly voice.
The dignitaries looked around at each other and then around the room. The only other person was a secretary typing up the minutes of the meeting; a secretary with red hair!
The typing became louder and louder.
The Whore of Babylon pulled off her evil subversive activities around the other countries of the world; from India to Saudi Arabia and from China to the Middle-East. Her focus being on swelling the Dark Army.
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Chapter Fifty-One Matthew darted from window to door as the sounds of battle grew closer. The darkened motel room lit up occasionally as David, sitting in a chair staring at the ceiling, sipped from a mug of coffee.
“David you gotta do something, man!” Matthew said as he turned toward David.
“I will, but I am one demon against many,” replied David as he continued staring at the ceiling.
“Maybe we should concentrate on the head man. You know, our old friend Grondin.”
All of a sudden, the ceiling burst open and Thomson descended into the room.
“Speak of the Devil.... Right, it's time to end this!” David screamed as he threw his coffee mug away, grabbed Thomson and pulled him up through the hole in the ceiling.
Matthew gaped up through the hole at the night sky and said: “Looks like the final battle just started.
As they hurtled through space Thomson freed an arm and grabbed David around the neck he then threw him at right angles to the direction of their forward momentum. David shot away and crashed into the Moon.
“You must be getting old de Longford!” Thomson shouted after he stopped moving. He laughed as he turned around and headed back toward the Earth.
“Where are you going?” David growled.
Thomson spun around to gaze into crimson eyes. “What! How could you...?”
“What... be in two places at once. Oh, you know… Quantum Mechanics!”
Thomson tried to strike out at David, but found he couldn't move.
“You're coming with me,” said David as he flew back toward the Earth followed by the paralysed figure of Thomson.
“You can't do this to me; I'm Satan!” Thomson shouted.
“Right,” said David sarcastically.
As they flew on toward the Earth David heard a sound like a swarm of bees and turned around to see a group of small demons flying toward him. He sped up, but it was useless. The demons swarmed around him.
He swung his arms around trying to protect his body from the attack while holding Thomson in the paralytic trap. He then summoned up a psychic blast which scattered the swarm.
Then a dull shock wave spread through space, and he turned to see a red dragon fly toward them with a struggling baby in its mouth. David attacked the beast and rescued the child from the sharp-toothed mouth.
“Your trouble was always an empathy with the human state!” Thomson shouted as he shot away toward the Earth.
David looked down at a small demon with red eyes and large teeth.
“Fuck you Grondin!” he shouted as he threw the beast away.
The door to the silo control room crashed in and shadows flooded the area. A red dot appeared on the forehead of the man sitting at the desk before his head exploded and his body slumped back on the seat.
“Clear!” shouted a shadow.
Ron Scrimgeour walked in and pointed toward Joshua Collins.
“Release him!”
After the clamps were opened Joshua was helped down, cleaned and given food and water. After a while he went to stand by Scrimgeour, who was staring at the computer screen in front of the dead operative.
“Do what you need to do son,” said Scrimgeour without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
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“Why did you do this?” Joshua asked.
Scrimgeour turned and looked at him.
“I’m not one of these Illuminati. I’m an American Catholic.”
“God will allow you into heaven.”
“Nah! I don’t care about myself, but it’s my kids.”
“And they shall be allowed entry,” said Joshua putting his hand on Scrimgeour’s shoulder.
“Along with your men here,” he continued as he turned and walked toward the door.
“You’ll need this,” said Scrimgeour holding up a computer disk.
“What is it?
“The Book with Seven Seals. I copied the files when Thomson, or whatever you call him wasn't around.
“Mr Scrimgeour, you’re a wonder!” Joshua said walking back toward the CIA man.
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