The Adept casually looked behind him, making sure the four Skinheads in the dingy basement had their masks on, then they started the recording. He stepped backwards into focus of the camera and gestured his left hand to the militant to his side, who passed him a claw hammer. Walking in circles around a bound and gagged negro who kneeled on the concrete floor, The Adept spoke in an artificial southern drawl:
“For too long you niggers have treated the white man like a doormat, we pay to keep ye monkeys alive and what do we get in return? Shit! You rape our women, steal from our homes, and play yer shitty coon tunes on the bus! I say ‘Fuck it,’ and most of all ‘Fuck you!” His tangent came to a close, and the Skinheads walked from behind the chimp off to the edges of the illuminated spot on the floor. The Adept made one final loop, stopping behind the Negro. He looked down at his wiry head then, with all his might, swung the hammer into the side of his skull. The victim immediately crumpled. A Skinhead briskly walked across the room to the camera and took manual control, aiming it and zooming in on the carnage as the Adept bludgeoned the groid’s face into a shapeless pulp. His eyes bulged from their sockets with every swing of the Adept’s mallet, and pieces of brain leaked between cracks in his simian cranium. Eventually, the barrage of hammering stopped, and only a lecherous abscess remained where the African once had a head. The camera operator panned back up to the Adept.
“Now that was just a taste of what’s to come if you don’t get the fuck out of our country. Race War Now! Hell, it should have happened yesterday!” The Adept said as he spit on the corpse. To the skinheads, he was known as Bill Grandson. They had no idea about his true, sinister nature. These people were nothing but useful idiots in achieving the Galactic Empire, though he had seen potential in some of them that were beyond this petty role-playing they typically took part in. But that was something he’d have to address later. With a gloved hand, he removed the VHS tape from the video camera, and handed it off to one of the Nazis. The Nazi placed it into a flat-rate envelope with the address of the local news station written across the front. He would take this to the public mail box outside the gas station a few miles down the road. They had pondered releasing it to the police, but the Kikes at the media would not be able to resist contaminating any potential evidence on the tape, or making copies to release without the permission of law enforcement. With luck, the brutality of these tapes they had been making would create serious racial tensions.
Luck was indeed on this Vampire’s side, in the past week, there has been constant stories on what I had orchestrated with those Golden State Skinhead guys. That was but one of four tapes I sent the way of four different news stations, through four different mail boxes. The Black Lives Matter types were really pissed. He could see the smoke over the horizon from his home as the cities burned. In response, multiple white police officers have been ambushed and gunned down in their cruisers. One groid even decapitated a little girl and threw the head through a passing car’s windshield. Many groups that had once only spoke about violence and revolution had began doing these things. Every hour, another Klansmen or Nazi is arrested for stabbing or shooting some darkie in the street. This stuff, the Mayor, and the mixed family all contributed to a surge of hysteria and racial violence. I’ll see to it that my duty of bringing this Aeon to a close is completed. Agios O Satanas.
“Oh you’re doing such a good job, Daddy!” The Initiate said in the most elated of tones, wrapping her arms around her superior from behind as he sat at his desk. Her small, teenage frame felt warm against his lifeless body as he felt the delicious blood pump through her mortal veins. The Adept had met this idiopathic girl on the internet, and decided to get in touch due to the clear interest in the occult she had taken. This was probably in rebellion to her extremely strict-christian parents, although this no longer played a factor. He killed them, which the Initiate saw as an act of Sinister benevolence, and only made her love him that much more. Her willingness to learn, and determination to undertake any challenge he demanded, was impressive. The Adept looked back over his shoulder, and placed a cold hand on hers. Despite being only fifteen, she was a perfect specimen to breed into the final Aryan form of Homogalactica. Broad hips, blonde hair, natural athleticism, and a pain tolerance he found to be sexually invigorating. He stood, and turned to face her, embracing the much shorter girl in his arms.
The two kissed, and the Adept playfully bit her tongue as it slid about inside of his mouth. She pulled away, looking into his black eyes with a grin and licking her blood from her lips, going back in to share the fluid between them. He slid his hands from her waist, down her back, and to her ass. She was wearing a black one-piece gown cut off at the upper thigh, nothing else to impede him as he lifted it and took a handful of her youthful flesh.
“Agios O Azanigin” He said, plunging his teeth into her pale neck. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure.