In the previous post I claimed that this next post would include Morwenna telling her allies (novel narrator Lloyd Denholm, Agent P, Joe “Ramsey” (really Joe Phillips who faked his death) and Joe’s personal assistant Swinton) about Dumlat’s bloodlines with their corrupted DNA and genomes. However, that post will come later. Right now, I will post the event which would lead to more similar events Dumlat would willingly partake in—his first witnessing of a satanic ritual sacrifice on a baby at his father’s insistence. At age six, Dumlat—real name Levitt Franks—not only witnessed the event but drank some of the sacrificed baby’s blood. At age eight, while attending with his father, Otto Franks, the funeral service of Joe’s father, Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, in fall of 2003 at the baron’s manor estate south of London, Levitt “Dumlat” Franks told Joe Phillips about the first sacrificial ritual he partook in with his father in 2001 at age 6. This was after Phillips, who wanted to ‘remind’ Dumlat that he was part of the evil satanic worshiping “elites” being the baron’s son even though Phillips was opposed to their satanic agenda all along, told Dumlat about a satanic ritual sacrifice of a toddler he had witnessed on the order of his evil grandfather Aston Torquay-Lambourgeau, at age three! In the snippet below, from Chapter Three of Part Three of The Murder Rule (© 2023 Deborah Lagarde), is what Joe witnessed.
Soon, Aston rang the sacrificial bell, a call for his fellows to enter the room, carrying the boy drugged into sleep, placing the boy onto the altar, to be awakened before the sword impaled his heart. Among the partakers in the sacrifice were various aristocrats, including the fourteenth Duke of Effingchester, Lord Chadwick and Lord Coledge, distant cousin to Aston and uncle of Lord Chadwick, and a few members of various royal families.
When the naked toddler boy, having just awakened and making sounds, was placed on the stone altar, the partakers chanted what Joe considered gibberish. Joe had no idea who or what Corion was, the object of the uniform chanting. Phillips, standing behind Aston but able to view the event, wanted to go up to the boy to play with him, so he tried to intervene.
Aston turned to him. “Stand away, my grandson! You can see, but not partake.” Looked straight into Joe’s eyes. “Your time to partake will come, but our rules state you must first witness our handling of the child.”
Joe moved back into place. So, he will—! The trauma began to take hold. Oh God, no!
As the sword was driven downward by Effingchester, Joe closed his eyes and placed his hand over his mouth. The toddler screamed. Then bled to death.
As Aston, holding a gold chalice, began to collect the young blood enhanced by the adrenal terror that took hold of the toddler. For the partakers believed that young blood would keep them alive nearly forever, as willed by Corion. Lucifer. Satan. The devil. Their god, as they themselves believed they, too, were gods.
Below is what Dumlat, real name Levitt Franks, witnessed—but I will not provide all the nasty details of the sacrifice that will be included in the novel, for they are the same nasty details in The Murder Rule snippet above. From Chapter Four of The Prodigal Band Aftermath (© Deborah Lagarde). Below is his conversation with Joe after Joe told him about what Joe witnessed:
At Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau’s Funeral Service, Fall, 2003: Joe Phillips Converses with Levitt (Dumlat) Franks
After Joe told Levitt Franks—he would not be named Dumlat until several years later—what he experienced at age three at a satanic child sacrifice ritual led by his grandfather Aston, the eight-year-old Levitt then quipped, “So I reckon you later adapted to these rituals?”
“But of course!” Joe lied. “I would never betray my family’s way of life.”
All along Joe was thinking, Sorry, Father God, but I simply cannot reveal the truth of my belief on Your Son Christ to these devil worshipers! I know very well Levitt follows his father’s ‘god’ likely as much as his father does!
“Good!” Levitt smiled broadly. “And I believe you, and I know your father believed you would never betray our cause. Your cause!”
“My cause, indeed.” God’s cause, that is!
Levitt continued. “So let me tell you a similar story about the first blood-letting ritual I attended with my father. Only it was a baby boy who was sacrificed, not a toddler.”
“Go right ahead. But let me remind you, Levitt, that I did not drink any blood. Grandfather thought I was too young for that! Such would happen later.” Not!
So Levitt began.
“I was six when I first witnessed a baby being sacrificed to our lord—”
“Corion, right?”
Smile. “My dad called him our lord Lucifer.”
Joe then smiled. “So did my grandfather. And my father as well. But on certain occasions the name Corion was used, especially when Swami Negran was present.”
Levitt looked up in wonder. “Interesting, considering Swami was from India and the name Corion was—Celtic?”
“Yes,” Joe nodded. “Corion was what some Welsh cannibal Celtic tribe called their so-called ‘god.’ So that when Swami came here to Britain, he started calling Lucifer the name called Corion.”
Young Levitt looked sideways. “Makes sense.” Then turned to Joe. “Still, both of us witnessed what we had to witness as sons of the rulers of this world.”
“I agree!” Not!
“And that baby whose blood my father and I and several others imbibed was totally useless otherwise.” Laugh. “My father was literally handed a baby from a poverty-stricken woman who had no use for the baby and needed some money to feed herself. Homeless woman who gave birth on a sidewalk in Austin, Texas.”
Joe responded, “My grandfather would purchase babies or toddlers from orphanages owned by his Hellyon followers. They owned several orphanages solely for the purpose of ritual child sacrifices.”
Facing Joe, Levitt spoke casually.
“My father and I and eleven others surrounded a large flat stone altar about eight feet long. We wore red satin robes with black hoods. A man I knew that was a Hollywood movie studio owner stood at the head of the altar with what looked like a sword.”
He then looked eye-to-eye at Joe. “You may know this man—”
“Go on, Levitt. The name of the man does not concern me.”
“Very well.” Levitt turned away slightly. “That man I just mentioned with the sword mumbled some something, some chant that the others chanted as well. Like some prayer. But all I saw was the sword swung down at the heart of the baby, who then screamed.”
And then Levitt resumed his experiencing this horrifying scene with horrifying details and collecting the blood the attendees would imbibe, including Levitt.
Joe looked squarely at Levitt. “I had already told you my first experience was a bit traumatic—”
“As was mine, Joe, but after attending several rituals over the next year or two, I adapted to the happenings of the rituals. Which is one reason I am an eight-year-old gamer.”
“Computer games?”
“Yes, and various gaming devices and online games.” Then Levitt named a few. “Gaming. And, when I grow up, I think I am going to invent a few as well.”
“After all,” Joe replied, “life is a game, right?”
“You got it, Joe! And I expect to win them all!” Games, that is.
Which would explain why Levitt, as Dumlat, would do whatever he needed to do with the billions he’d have available to ‘game’ the ‘system’ with artificial intelligence, and more.
The next post, likely a few weeks from now, will feature Morwenna’s meeting with Joe, Agent P, Swinton, and novel narrator Llyod Denholm, which is also likely to be part of Chapter Four.
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