Random Trilogy Snippets, Part Two: Consequences of Allegiance to Evil

It is not easy to choose random topics for The Prodigal Band Trilogy snippet posts when so many categories and topics have already been ‘snippeted’ if you know what I mean. But I feel it is important to stress messages that need to be written about, and what with this world seemingly turning more and more evil as time goes on, the subject of ‘good vs. evil’ needs to be revisited every now and then.

Allegiance to evil is not the same as doing bad things or saying bad things or hurtful things as part of a lifestyle one has dug oneself into within a spiritual hole leading one to commit random evil acts such as theft or deliberate deception or murder or self-harm or addictions or joining gangs or groups promoting destructive ideas or joining cults, and such. Allegiance to evil means willfully and wittingly doing the bidding of evil physical or spiritual forces for the benefit one ‘sells one’s soul’ to achieve. I’m not talking ‘fame and fortune’ here; I’m talking about things like ‘immortality’ or god-like status or supreme power, things the forces of evil could ‘grant’ one if and only if one gives complete allegiance to this evil, perhaps convincing oneself that this evil is actually ‘spiritual goodness’ because the evil has convinced one of this deception disguised as ‘truth.’

According to the Book if Isaiah, King James Bible (copyright-free), this relates to the notion that the evil, called ‘Lucifer,’ and in other parts, called Satan and names of the various false gods of the day (Baal, Beelzebub, Remphan, Moloch, etc.), is actually deceiving itself. Verses 12 through 15 of Isaiah Chapter 14 explain this as what some Bible teachers and pundits call “the five ‘I wills’”:

{14:12} How art

thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!

[how] art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken

the nations! {14:13} For thou hast said in thine heart, I will

ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of

God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in

the sides of the north: {14:14} I will ascend above the

heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. {14:15}

Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the

pit.

Thus, Satan or Lucifer or the name of this Evil character in my trilogy, Corion, cannot deceive God, called in the trilogy ‘the Creator.’ But Corion can, quite easily, deceive those who owe allegiance and willingly give allegiance to him, especially if the one giving allegiance has also deceived the evil Corion! And no evil character in my novels had deceived Corion more than Crynnwagg, originally the High Priest of the Celtic Druid-hating Crag-Dweller cult that inhabited the mountains of Wales around the time of the Roman invasions under Emperors Claudius and Nero in the 40s and 50s AD.

Two snippets will be featured here. The first one is from Chapter Ten of Battle of the Band, where singer Erik and bassist Keith are lying in hospital beds having had mild heart attacks and where their consciousnesses are in a timeless void while the rest of the band and their women watch over them. Suddenly, the evil satanic Corion’s controlled minion, Swami Rashnish Negran, and the good spirit being called ‘the witch of the Hovels’ guided by the Creator’s angels, the Tooters, show up inside the room, but only guitarist Jack Lubin can see and hear them at the time. Jack is being persuaded by both beings to follow the course of either good or evil.

In the hospital room

Jack never heard the hospital room door open or shut, yet he suddenly saw Swami and the weather-beaten figure looking at him. No one else noticed them.

Swami spoke first. “I am here to guide your spirits, as always. I will invoke Corion for you.”

The woman looked sharply into Jack’s tired brown eyes. “And send the souls of your friends to Hell, he will!” She turned to Negran. “Out of here, you son of the devil!”

Jack’s gazing eyes shifted nervously upon the entranced group. “But Swami’s been our spirit advisor for years. We’ve all worn the crystals of his cult.”

He then touched his chest. “Sorry, Rashnish, we don’t have our crystals on. Will that make a difference to Erik’s and Keith’s souls?”

“Yes!” the woman cried. “Now they have a much better chance of being saved!”

Lubin stared into space, open-mouthed and perplexed.

Negran spoke to her with arrogance “You stupid old hag! They’ve sworn allegiance to Corion, and to Corion their souls must go! It is their destiny!” He caught Jack’s attention. “That’s okay. I will protect them with my own crystal.”

“Oh, thank you, Swami.” To Corion their souls must go?

“Don’t listen to him!” the old one said at the top of her feeble lungs. “He is the agent of the Demons!”

The Demons? What Demons? “And just who are you? Do you work here? And what the hell do you want?”

“I let myself in. No one saw me come.” The old lady approached Jack silently. “Under the protection of The Tooters I have survived the wrath of The Demons for eight-hundred-plus years, watching The Demons plunder the souls of our youth to this day. I have survived to be at this prophetic moment.”

“Prophetic?”

“And I am here, debauched soul, to tell you that you must invoke The Tooters to save your comrades from eternal destruction before this demonic creature you follow turns them over to his lord Lucifer. For that is who Corion really is!”

(Later, as Swami, using his evil red Corion crystals in ‘prayer’ over the singer and bassist, is told to leave by drummer Tom as the drummer realizes that Swami showed up with his crystal precisely to do Corion’s bidding and ‘send their souls to hell,’ Swami complies with Tom’s request.)

*

As his crystal stopped glowing, stopped sucking the life out of the two—seconds away from eternal death—Swami looked at the others with unholy indignation. “Fine. I’ll leave. But I will not leave the souls of my two followers. They are payment.”

“Payment?” Jack’s heart galloped. He remembered. His ‘guardian angels’ would ‘name their price.’ What the hell have I done?

“Payment. For your success. You are now the idols of the world’s youth who are following you into an era of Corion’s New Order. You must pay with Erik’s and Keith’s souls. Or else, I will do to you what I did to Adam Bloodlove.”

Swami vanished, leaving a newly horrified Mick staring in frozen grief and hyperventilating terror.

And just where did Swami go? Chapter Five of The Prophesied Band reveals this:

(Note: when Corion and the demons are talking about ‘Crynnwagg,’ they are really talking about Swami. In Chapter Nine of this novel the ‘witch’ reveals that Swami and Crynnwagg are the same. Both are controlled by Corion.

Within the Abyss, a black timeless void

Corion—a black and figureless spirit—spoke to his Demons. “Do you see the red crystal light coming through the distance?”

“It is Crynnwagg,” Silver Demon said. “As you’ve summoned, my lord.”

“As I’ve captured, you mean. It is now time, children. I am preparing to walk the World in the dimensional beyond. But I must have my crystal he’d stolen nearly two millennia ago. He cannot resist my power now. He will return it. And with it I will forever destroy him.”

“Then, my lord,” Bronze Demon hissed, “you will walk among men. And bend all to your will.”

Gold Demon bellowed. “And we will defeat The Tooters—for all time!”

Swami Negran stood in a hospital room trying to imprison the souls of two of his most important followers. Two rock superstars among the six that his elitist associates, through his unholy alliance, wanted to control. By owning the band’s allegiance, his elite could rule the culture and the influence of all youth.

He and his cohorts could thus rule the world with impunity awaiting the arrival of their lord Lucifer.

That is, Corion.

But Rashnish Negran deluded himself into thinking he could deceive Corion, the arch-deceiver, forever.

Though he swore to serve his god as Druid priests drained his blood in 50 AD, Crynnwagg—that is, Negran—saw his chance to swipe Corion’s red crystal sight while his lord rested in the Abyss. With this blood-red icon of godly power, the High Priest of the Crag-Dwellers returned to life and avenged his slaying by Druid priests. Fourteen Druid children burned on fourteen oak trees in the craggy wastes of the Welsh Craggy Mountains.

Then in the mid-eleventh century the first Duke of Effingchester stole the crystal from him. When Effingchester number four summoned Corion to defeat the Hovels peasants, he prayed to Corion to take back the crystal his ancestor had stolen from Crynnwagg.

But Corion, mired in darkness, missed his catch. Crynnwagg, poised as the Duke’s servant, stole it back.

Part of the Plan of The Creator, Who rules all schemes.

And it was Crynnwagg—as a lesser Duke in the late 1700s—who founded the secret Society of Luminaries. Its symbol was the Sun-Circle, the inner part of the Corionic Cross of the Crag-Dwellers.

Then it was Crynnwagg—as a socialistic philosopher in the late 1800s—who founded the secret Ring of Our Lord Lucifer. Its symbol was the Snake-Cross, the outer part of the Corionic Cross of the Crag-Dwellers.

It was Crynnwagg—as an agent of Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau in 1964—who founded the Novordo Club. Its symbol was the Corionic Cross. Its members prayed to their lord Lucifer, who would soon come to ensure that they ruled the world to his specifications.

For they believed their god would triumph over He Who would come at the end of time.

Finally, it was Crynnwagg—as Swami Negran—who tricked the Prophesied Band into owing allegiance to his god. And, through the six, so would the world’s youth.

But again, The Creator planned otherwise.

Corion had been tricked not once but twice by the ancient High Priest. He would have his revenge. It was time. Now the Creator would see to it.

Swami’s spirit crossed the dimensional barrier into the void as a streak, with a red crystal dangling from it.

A formless black hole readied to swallow him. An appendage without style reached for the crystal.

A pico-second. Within the heart of the crystal shined the figure of a man, now screaming to be released from the silicon captivity.

“He’s mine. The crystal is mine.” Corion, still blacker than black, then put his crystal around his neck where The Creator meant it to be.

The blood-red object pulsed as a beacon. Corion radiated with godly power. Yet his form was still undefined.

“Gold, Silver, Bronze Demons. When I return, I will assign to you and your minions regions of that puny world for your pleasure. Then you may gnaw on The Tooters. And The Creator will prostrate himself before me. Farewell!”

The blackness exploded. The Creator allowed it. Part of the Plan.

It took less than a pico-second for Corion to begin his search for a worldly being to inhabit.

And that inhabited being Corion was searching for would turn out to be Swami’s replacement, a phony doctor and healer named Cole Blessing.

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The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.

Note: I have taken a temporary office job again in my property subdivision, so from now until early December, I will only be posting every two weeks. Cheers!

Author: deborahlagarde

Born on Long Island, NY, in 1952, now live in the mountains of far west Texas. Began writing fiction stories at about 8 years old with pen and loose leaf paper, and created the characters in my Prodigal Band Trilogy as a teenager. From the 70s to the 90s I created the scenario which I believe was inspired. While bringing up and home schooling my two children I continued to work on the novels and published "Battle of the Band" in 1996 and "The Prophesied Band" in 1998. Took off the next several years to complete home schooling and also working as an office manager for the local POA. In 2016, I retired, then resumed The Prodigal Band, a FREE PDF book that tells the whole story to its glorious end. Hint: I'm a true believer in Christ and I'm on a mission from God, writing to future believers, not preaching to the choir. God gave me a talent and, like the band in my books, I am using that talent for His glory, not mine (and, like me, the band is on its own journey, only fictional.) I also wrote for my college newspaper and headed up production, was a columnist in a local newspaper in the early 2000s, and wrote for and edited "Log of the Trail," the news letter for the Texas Mountain Trail Writers, and wrote for and edited it's yearly catalog of writings, "Chaos West of the Pecos." OmegaBooks is my self-publishing sole proprietorship company founded in 1995. Other jobs included teaching secondary math, health aide, office worker, assembly line work, and free-lance writing and bookkeeping,much of it while home schooling.

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