Snippets of The Prodigal Band Trilogy: Occult, Part 2

Part One of this snippet-occult series delves into mock occult practices which anyone that feels like faking occult practices could do, such as claiming to ‘channel’ some spirit entity so as to embed oneself into some New Age celebrity grouping, for instance. Heck, IMHO, anyone can claim to be a ‘witch’ or ‘wizard’ just by buying a Ouija Board or Tarot Cards or pretend to perform séances. Now I never owned a Ouija Board but I once bought Tarot Cards having no clue as to how to use them as a witch would, but just to see what Tarot Cards looked like. One girls’ slumber party I attended–I was in a high school B-list sorority–I witnessed (without taking part in it) a séance on a sorority member performed by another sorority member who may or may not have ever performed séances before. As I stated in the previous post, any activity I had with anything occultist stopped the night two friends and I created a mock Ouija Board and would up calling up spirits we should never have called up, scaring the crap out of all of us so that they had to walk me home over a mile around 11 p.m. and it was still winter.

In part 2, the snippets call forth much more sinister forces than mere fake channeling of some New Age ‘god.’ Anyone who studies the occult knows why occult rituals are used–for true witchcraft, and to capture souls for the forces of evil, the devil, aka Satan, which in The Prodigal Band Trilogy is referred to as Corion, a fictional false god of an ancient fictional Celtic cannibal sect that rivaled the Druids, called ‘the Crag-Dwellers’ of the mountains of Wales. Now who would want to ‘capture souls for the forces of evil’? The spiritual forces of evil, of course, and their minions on Earth whom they have given such as power, wealth, fame, fortune, and lusts in exchange for their loyalty to the Evil. And who would be victimized by these forces? Folks who get suckered into seeking advantages over others by “selling their souls to” the devil and such, which is supposedly rampant in the annals of popular culture, according to some. Rock stars, for instance, but also their fans.

The first snippet is from the first chapter of Battle of the Band and has fictional band leader Jack “praying” for success for his band, Sound Unltd, about to tour the UK after winning a contest.  He thinks he is praying to good angels but bad angels, The Demons, answer his “prayer.”


Early morning, June 6, 1986

 

Bound for London for fame and fortune, sleepy-eyed band leader Jack Lubin lifted himself out of bed, went to his wash basin and communed with the deities.

“If anyone is listening, please answer me. Look, man, we want to make it big. Huge! The greatest rock ‘n roll band there ever was. We got the talent, we got the ambition, and I got the will to drive us. Do you think you can fix it for us?”

“We hear you,” a deep voice answered.

The seventeen-year-old guitarist stumbled backwards into a dresser drawer, aghast. “Who the hell are you?”

“One of your guardian angels, as you would call us. As for your wish, it’s done.”

“Huh? Just like that? By wishing for it?”

“Of course, you won’t make it right away. You’ll have to work your way up like anyone else. That’s so nobody suspects our pact.”

“Our pact?”

“Yes. We will see you make your big break. And once you make it, no one will be able to stop you. Sound Unltd will be invincible. All you boys have to do is prove you want it more than anything. More than anything!” The Demons laughed in uproar. “When the time is right, we’ll name our price.”

Jack shook. “A price? What you mean by that?”

“Well,” the deep voice laughed, “you can’t expect fame and fortune for nothing, can you?”

As the notion of paying a price for success swarmed in his head like attacking bees, Jack repeated out loud, “I didn’t hear that. Just me imagination, eh?”

The second snippet comes from the end of Chapter Seven after guitarist-producer Mick is poisoned, his cocaine he was addicted to having been laced with strychnine. This event happened shortly after Mick and his gay lover, singer Adam Bloodlove, argued while Bloodlove was about to sign a recording contract with Mick’s record label. Mega-media mogul, Mr. X., ordered New Age and Satanic cult leader Swami Negran to murder Bloodlove in order to “force” Mick and his band to “sign the Pact” with the devil as they both believed that Mick believed Bloodlove had laced the coke with the poison–that way, a dead man could “tell no tales” and prove his innocence.


The Indian mystic was given his instructions by Mr. X. A square piece of paper read, “The time for Sound Unltd to sign a Pact with Our Lord Lucifer is near. Have producer see the consequences of not fulfilling his group’s bargain. He assumes Bloodlove poisoned him. So that Bloodlove can’t tell that he is innocent, kill the singer.”

A short time later, Swami showed up on Adam’s doorstep. The occultist eagerly opened the door.

“Welcome, Swami. Come in and party with me, eh?”

“Yes, my friend, but first I have something to show you.” Negran held out his red crystal. “Look into my crystal, Adam. You will see something very interesting.”

Adam forgot he’d asked the mystic in. “Well—yes, I think I will.”

“Look deeply, my friend.”

Bloodlove held it in his hand and took a sharp look. “I see a man in there, eh? That’s strange.”

“Yes. Look long and hard.”

The singer began to glow. “Hmmm. I feel really light, like I’m disintegrating, becoming a light beam. Light headed.”

He now felt hypnotized. His life force was slowly but surely sucked out of his body while the luminous egg surrounding him entrapped his physical state. Several minutes later, Bloodlove collapsed dead, his soul imprisoned within the crystal.

Adam’s body was found by a derelict two months later in a sewer that connected to a London Underground station.

The final snippet comes from Chapter Six of The Prodigal Band and introduces another man soon-to-be-possessed by evil, Mark Besst, that will try to win the confidence of the band for nefarious purposes.


Enter Mark Besst—The Making of a Hellyon, the Inner Circle, 1995

 

Allyson Hallsey-Foxworth took a potion meant to cause mild hallucinations for Mark Besst during his initiation into the Hellyon Society Inner Sanctum and slipped it into the water he was about to drink.

“Here you go, Mark. Water. You must be thirsty after all that sex.”

He took the water and drank it. “Thanks, I needed that.”

He did not notice any difference in taste of the water due to the potion, which would cause him to become drowsy enough so that Hellyon minions could bind him and place a black hood over his head as part of the initiation, and cart him off to Torquay’s dungeon for the Inner Sanctum Hellyon ritual.

And when Mark was standing at the foot of the altar as Baron Torquay thrust a sword into a terrified two-year-old orphan as a sacrifice to Satan-Lucifer-Corion, he would consider the event an episode of heightened consciousness, as if he was in a state of Buddhist nirvana.

And so it was, at the altar, when Melanie Ross, at his right side, in nothing but a hooded black robe, handed him a 24-carot gold cup of the sacrificial blood, which he slurped robustly.

The chanting of a satanic prayer began, but the Hellyon on his left side, Ally, implored, “Don’t drink it all, Mark! Leave some for the rest of us!”

The Hellyon closest to Torquay at the baron’s right, the last to sip the blood, was Marty, the Duke of Effingchester. After partaking, he threw the cup against the opposite rock wall and proclaimed, at the end of the ritual, “Come, O Lord Lucifer! This world is yours! And now Mark Besst is yours!”

 

Above ground in the ballroom of Torquay Hall where millions of dollars’ worth of gold, diamonds, pearls, and human bones and teeth were strewn, the Hellyons celebrated their newest member into their Inner Sanctum.

Torquay, half-naked in a satin black half-robe that nearly exposed his manhood as well as his somewhat flabby legs—he was 65—went up to Besst and grabbed his right arm, turning him around. “Your company success is now assured, and your competition will be destroyed, Mark. You will own the online media, completely. You will help us control planet Earth. Literally. Our Lord Lucifer will make you a god. Literally! For we, all of us here, are gods and goddesses.” Wicked laughter. “We rule the Earth at the behest of Our Lord.”

“Including Ally and Melanie?”

“Allyson Hallsey-Foxworth is 36, but she looks 16, right? Our Lord Lucifer keeps her young and maybe the sexiest woman alive. She drinks aborted fetus blood often. In fact, her company and foundation owns many abortion clinics on Earth, even in places like China. And Melanie? Same thing, but she has an even darker nature. She is the one that buys and sells babies and children for Ally and the rest of us. She now owns over one thousand orphanages and controls the ones my father used to own. She and Marty. And no one who works at these places will ever dare challenge either one of them.  As with my father,” he laughed, again wickedly, “they despise the masses and want their flesh and their blood.”

“Really? Well,” Mark laughed with a smirk, “they need to save some for me.”

“Good!”

“Yeah, I have watched Marty over the years, and hung around Rodney Davis as well. I consider them my mentors.” Then he flinched. “But what I don’t get is why Marty married that Tina! Such a bore! Not the Hellyon type I guess.”

Baron got nasty at the mention of her name. “Do NOT mention that wench! That marriage was arranged by her mother and father who just happen to be here tonight,” he pointed toward the bar, “over there. They are totally ashamed at her and want nothing to do with her and in fact,” Baron whispered in Mark’s ear, “have thought about killing her, what with her not wanting to be part of us! But I have told them not to even consider that.” Baron then talked in a normal voice. “Tina is good friends with a man whom we need with us and was promised to us many years ago, he and his five cohorts. Sound Unltd.”

“Really?!” Mark nearly shouted in surprise.

“Yes. All six have been promised to us, to Our Lord Lucifer, for many years, since the late 80s. But, Mark, something or someone keeps getting in the way. Whenever we think we have them, something happens.”

Mark then came up with an idea to serve his new master. “Maybe I can help on that front, Baron. They, all of them, even the doubters among them, trust me.”

“Yes, you can and you must. As for Neville Banner, he is not committed to serving us. He wouldn’t even join our outer group, let alone our Inner Sanctum. According to Ally, who used to date Mick Pordengreau—who was an outer Hellyon for a while, even, but again would not commit to us—Mick turned Neville away from the idea of joining us. We had given Neville a mission to help capture the six.”

 

That is, getting this six into Banner’s World Community Artists Foundation, and getting Swami Negran in good with them, resulting in the ‘world unity’ gig of 1994, which led to riots and teens murdering young children—thanks to the influence of the red crystals.

 

“And he has failed miserably.”

Considering members of the band were leaving, not joining, the Foundation.

“I’ve always liked Neville,” Mark said disgustedly, “but now? He is clearly weak minded, unsure of who calls the shots in this world. And I must say, Baron, I didn’t just join the Hellyons for success and millions and billions of money. I truly love Lucifer! I want to serve him! Lucifer implores us to live the way we want. If we want to be good, fine, but if we want power and money and great sex and see godhood, Lucifer wants us to have that as well. I have wanted to follow Lucifer since I was a freshman in college.”

Then Mark explained to Torquay how Allyson Hallsey-Foxworth’s brother Drew recruited him into the Hellyons. He convinced Mark that aborting unwanted fetuses and sacrificing unwanted orphans to Satan or Corion or another false god was not only good for the Earth—getting rid of ‘useless eaters’—but good for the sacrificed fetus or child to Satan-Corion. That way, Satan-Corion would ‘take care of’ and ‘love’ that sacrificed fetus or child.

“So, you see, Baron, I really want to do the will of Our Lord Lucifer. And punish Neville for betraying our god! He will pay for his crimes!”

“That is your mission, then, Mark. Take care of the infidel! And the sextet.”

 

And the ‘infidel’ was poisoned to death by Mark Besst in 2001. By then, Besst, CEO of a tech giant, was out to control the world, online and off-line.

That’s it for the occult snippets. Paranormal is next.

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.

Snippets of The Prodigal Band Trilogy: Occult, Part 1

Along with snippets relating to the fiction genre known as horror within The Prodigal Band Trilogy are snippets of horror’s ‘sidekick,’ the occult. I have only witnessed the ‘milder’ side of occultism–Ouija Boards, Tarot Cards, mock séances with fake ‘mediums,’ and in all instances these tools were not being used by actual ‘witches’ or wiccans. Just ‘playing’ at it during parties or whatever. Yet one evening at a friend’s house more than a mile from my own house two friends and I did get a good look at what true witchcraft would look like without realizing it, and the event scared the crap out of me to the point where the two friends had to walk me home around 11 p.m.! After that, I eschewed any and all of these practices! But I did get to witness actual occult practices, and, while writing the trilogy, was glad I did partake in the occult, a little bit, knowing I would never do such things again. Any other knowledge of occult rituals came from horror movies or fiction novels.

All three novels that make up The Prodigal Band Trilogy have occult aspects. Part 1 of this snippet-occult series shows the mockery side of the occult as well as the witnessing of pure occultist evil that took place inside of a separate room within what is called an ‘Ashram,’ which is a Hindu religious retreat that could also be used in any eastern-type religion (which is what Swami Negran’s ‘Church of the Circle of Unity’ is derived from, using Hindu/Sikh systems for a New Age cult. Negran is a prominent fictional evil character within the trilogy. His successor, fake ‘healer’ Cole Blessing, is featured in the second snippet.)

In the first snippet, drummer Tom Cornsby of the band Sound Unltd surrounds himself with an entourage including a ‘clairvoyant,’ Prissy, who is also a pop star, her handler, Paul, a TV show-hostess, Lady Moira, and a rock singer, Peter Slade among others, lounging around a hookah during a party. His ultimate goal is to find out, using these celebrities with ties to aristocracy and government officials, who indentured his ancestors. Since Prissy and some of the others are into occult rituals, he pretends to ‘channel’ the New Age ‘god’ Corion, the ‘god’ of the Swami church. This snippet comes from Chapter Three of Battle of the Band. At this point, Tom’s agenda is just getting in with these folks so that he could use them later after they learned to trust him. In later parts, he finally meets a fictitious princess who would be more knowledgeable about whom had indentured his ancestors.


Tom, once consigned to the background as clairvoyant pop star Prissy Wyatt’s toy boy, had the street sense to develop his own jet-set following which turned enraptured on his every word. Lying against pillows depicting woven dragons, his little entourage surrounded a hookah. They discussed the future of Prissy’s singing career guided by her producer and promoter, Mushroom Paul, son of an MP. With his advice, Tom might as well have been her manager, agent and songwriter.

Prissy inhaled some hashish. “Whatever happens, I swear I won’t make any decisions without consulting Mushroom Paul and Tom. Tom’s sorta my spirit-guide right now. He knows. He knows.”

Peter Slade, a low-level aristocrat and singer with Hot Vinyl, asked, “What kind of music will you do? Raunchy metal? Orchestral? Mystical?”

“None o’ those,” Tom answered in his nasally baritone voice. “All that shit’s on the way out, eh? Prissy’s gonna do what I call honky-tonk. Really, Pris, you have that show-parlor style. You could do a flapper act, eh girl? Tell you what. I’ll even be your drummer, eh? With EpiGram’s permission and all that crap.” The five-foot-six drummer laughed, then took a hookah hose and inhaled.

Paul snickered. “Right. And her songwriter, and her manager, and her limo driver.”

“Yeh, and you could be her bootlicker.”

Paul responded with a cuss. Tom responded with, “Not in this lifetime.”

“Really, you two.” Lady Moira Sedgewick sighed. “Why do you both always have to argue?”

“Tom’s an arguer, that’s why.” Paul whined.

Prissy came to the drummer’s defense with a giddy smile. “Now that’s not true, is it, Tom?”

“That’s what Mick and Bry say. I love to argue. But I feel I have something to say, so I say it.”

Tom saw Prissy gleam at him. He quickly turned away to roll his eyes. She’s such a little nuisance.

Slade said, “You don’t like ol’ Mick, do you?”

“It goes back to when Mick and Bry joined us. Mick acted like I was going to consume his skinny little bod. Like I was a vampire. Little prevert. And get this. He really grimaced when I smiled and said hello to him.”

“Knowing Mick,” Slade said, “he probably would have loved it if you did consume his skinny bod.” Laughs.

“No. I won’t even have lunch with the bastard.”

Tom laughed to himself as he thought about the others lying with him. No sense telling these silly people why I don’t go for that perv shit. They’d never understand. They’ve never been abused, poor, homeless, indentured. Really such stupid little rich kids. So ripe for my plucking. They’ll never guess I’m only using them to find out who indentured my family.

That Prissy, whose tabloid predictions usually came out true, needed a spirit-guide bothered talk-show celebrity Moira. “What I don’t understand, Pris, is why you—a fortune teller—need Tom or anyone else to make your decisions for you.”

“Because my auras and chakras have been so clouded lately. Too much interference from bad angels. I can’t handle it now, and I’ll prove it.”

Lady Sedgewick slapped the floor. “Prissy? Are you saying you can’t be my medium anymore? Please don’t tell me that. Just who the hell am I supposed to get to replace you?”

“I’ll show you who. The spirits that communicated with me will now do so with Tom. Tom’s a channel. He didn’t even know it when I met him last year. Did you know the god Corion speaks through him?”

Slade, a debonair but insecure star who was new to New Age ideas, asked, “Who the hell is Corion?”

Prissy answered. “A god of light born in darkness. The One we call God threw Corion out of Paradise, but then Corion changed his ways and is now a god of light. There’s a tribe in Africa that claims Corion is married to the deity we call The World. He will now speak through Tom when I call him in séance. Isn’t that super?” She looked at everyone. “Now let’s hold hands.”

The crowd surrounding the hookah sat yoga style holding hands in a circle. Prissy went into a trance and called Corion. “God of light born in darkness, speak to us.”

Very quickly, ‘Corion’ answered her through a deeper voice of the conniving drummer. “I am here. Your question, please.”

“You once said there would be world unity and peace in a few years, and all the world’s tuned-in people would follow your chosen minstrels.”

“Yes.”

“Could you tell the tuned-in friends here who will be your chosen minstrels?”

With a meditative poker-face, Tom-as-Corion answered, “The band called Sound Unltd.”

An uproar of protest ensued. “Oh, come off it!” Slade yelled. “What sorta crap is that, Pris? Of course he’s gonna say that!”

“Hear me, unbeliever!” Tom-as-Corion bellowed back. “There is no doubt! They will be persecuted next year. But they will afterwards rise up and lead the youth of this planet into an era of—novordopax, nuevopax, tricameron.”

Tom then woke up from his pretended enchantment. “Well, did I? Did Corion speak through me?”

“Yeah,” Slade said with a sneer, “and he said your quintet would be the leaders of the world’s youth into an era of—what the hell is ‘novordopax’ and that other gibberish?”

No one could answer that.

Cornsby, with authority, said, “It’s Corion’s word for world peace, or didn’t you know, with your proper public school education, that ‘pax’ is Latin for ‘peace’?”

“It’s just that I find it ridiculous that Corion—through you—would say Sound Unltd will lead the world’s youth as if you’re the reincarnation of—”

“And who are you to doubt Corion? The man’s a god, eh? If he says we will, then we will. So—we will. We got that ambition, eh?”

In the second snippet Tom and this princess, Tina, who are in fact lovers though Tina is married to the one whose ancestors did in fact indenture Tom’s family, meet together at the basement of a palace next to the Ashram mentioned earlier. What they witness while outside looking through a door window is a wicked occult ritual led by the evil fake doctor Cole Blessing within a large room. Blessing uses the original occult amulet known as the Red Crystal of Corion, which brings forth demonic powers, in this ritual. This takes place at the end of Chapter Eight of The Prophesied Band and is narrated by pop culture pundit Jay Elliot, who sees the two witnessing the ritual.


“I just can’t see very much, Tom,” the Princess of Leandro whispered with anxiety as she looked through a tiny square glass window built into a metal door.

“Blessing, my wonderful husband, and one or two others are in there, I know, because I can hear them. But it’s too dark in there!” Tina then turned to Cornsby. “There is a red glow, however. Not a lightbulb glow. More like a candle that glows red, or a candle covered by a red glass.” Turned back. “A votive candle, perhaps. Or a red-glowing crystal.”

The drummer, standing behind her, let his body fall against the door. “A red crystal?” A loud whisper. “Don’t tell me Blessing’s got one o’ those!”

“I hope they didn’t hear you slam against their door, Tom.” Her annoyed voice was low normal. “Anyway,” she looked at him, “It’s too big to be the kind Swami Negran wore. But I feel this crystal and Negran’s are related somehow.”

“Maybe the crystal in there is the mother of all the other crystals Swami had, including the ones he gave the six of us.”

I heard the last thing he and she said to each other. More than just curious, I went toward Tom and Tina. Less than a minute later I heard them go breathless and saw the aura of a giant red glow.

“Tom!” Frightened. “You won’t believe this!” Turned to him. “See this for yourself.”

The curly blond said nothing at first as he feasted his eyes on a room large enough to be a gymnasium, with objects of pure gold wall-to-wall, and the hooded people—including a woman by the look of her face—in supplication to Blessing, who stood hoodless over the red crystal.

Blessing’s hands then engulfed the crystal the size of a baseball—which, having just illuminated the room, now burned a fiery ball of light.

And when Tom heard him speak, Blessing’s voice bellowed with such force several gold statues near the west wall shook.

Corion was also in the room.

“My children,” the dark voice said, “soon I and Mother Nature will come forth to show the only way for the people of this beautiful lush planet—our way, as our enemies cringe and burn before us. Mother Earth will return to her greatness, my followers.”

The crowd chanted, “Your will be done, my lord.”

“Our enemies are being rounded up now, a herd for the slaughter, as our Master cleanses her domain, as I—with you at my right hand—come to the head of your world.”

“We are with you, my lord.”

“Tina!” Tom swiftly got off his tip-toes with breathless fear. “This is it! The people who seek to enslave this world. And Blessing is not Blessing. Or, maybe he’s speaking through a distortion microphone that I can’t see. But he sounds—possessed! Did you hear him? The chanting?”

“Yes. It’s Blessing’s inner circle. Probably the same ones that make up the Novordo Club.” Then she shuddered. “I think we need to leave, my love. I’m really afraid.”

“You got that right!”

In Occult, Part II will be featured rituals that take on a much more sinister tone as the chief minions of the Evil reveal themselves and their agenda in full.

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.

Conspiracy? Talk About Evil Characters!

A great big oooops! here. The Prodigal Band Trilogy has lots of evil or bad guy characters, but I never listed them in the original post about evil characters! In going through past posts I realized I never posted this list of evil characters! Sorry about that! So here goes…

In a previous post here that was posted last December,  I explained that since the overriding theme of my series is the battle of good vs. evil, there had to be an evil side as well as a good side, and that the evil side would seek to rule the world in order to set up for the Biblical ‘end times’ and the coming of ‘the anti-Christ’ to deceive the world and especially those who claim to believe in the coming Messiah. So that this evil could rule the world, the world must be united and in peace under a global system (called ‘the Beast system’). I have no specific idea exactly what this system will look like, but, as it is a system set up by the arch-deceiver (the ‘anti-Christ’), it will be a deceptive system that will deceive many and cause some believers in Christ to ‘fall away.’

Who will usher in this evil? The most likely group of people who will do this according to Satan’s agenda are the world’s elites, the powerful and wealthy, because they would be the obvious choice for such a task–they love money and power, for the most part, above all. Who else would Satan choose? Satan is the fallen angel who wants to be like God and actually be God (see Isaiah 14 and ‘the five I wills’)–in other words, Satan seeks power. And who has the most power on Earth? Those with the most money, and those who control the money, are the most likely people to be used by the evil to thwart the good. These are the owners of the private banking cartels as well as the world’s central banks; for instance, the Rothschild banking dynasty. Further, those with lots of power and money are much more likely to believe they are entitled to control everything, including popular culture. Popular culture is one way the evil side is able to ensnare the world’s youth. This is especially true in a world in which even the good side has been corrupted and confused and thus much less likely to ‘call the youth’ to Christ.

There are two aspects to this side, the spiritual and the physical or reality-based. Spiritual darkness and its human minions that do its bidding.

The spiritual darkness is led by a fictitious ‘Celtic god’ called Corion, the name of which is based on the configuration of the Dragon Constellation in which the Pleiades star system and Orion’s Belt (as part of the Orion system) are located; Orion is on the outskirts of the Dragon and looks as if it is ‘fighting’ the Dragon. The fictitious ‘Satan’ figure is named ‘Corion’ based on its connection to Orion. But here’s the thing–I did not know any of this when I ‘made up’ this character name! I truly believe God led me to call this evil by this name. Corion, who was cast into an Abyss by God after the fallen angel rebellion against God failed, is aided by three Demons:  Gold, Silver, and Bronze. To ‘see’ in this dark Abyss, Corion is given by God a ‘red crystal sight’ that is eventually stolen by the spirit of a dead High Priest of a fictitious Celtic cult in Wales that was conquered by the Romans around 50 AD. (Note: While Emperor Claudius did conquer Briton proper and the Celts there, I do not know how far this conquest covered Wales. The Emperor Hadrian had the famous Hadrian’s Wall built just north of the Tyne River many years later to keep out the unconquerable Scots (Picts))

The name of this High Priest is Crynnwagg (an actual Welsh name) and Crynnwagg’s cult is called the Crag-Dwellers (crags are rocks or rocky structures). The famous Druids of Wales (the supposedly Satan figure here is Samhain, a leading figure in the Hallowe’en rituals and is of Druid origin) are enemies of the Crag-Dwellers, who eat captured Druids and drink the Druid blood, thus are cannibals. After Crynnwagg steals the red crystal from Corion within the netherworld, Crynnwagg returns to life using the power of the crystal and whose spirit keeps on inhabiting different people through history for well over 800 years. Two prominent characters the evil spirit of Crynnwagg takes over through the power of the crystal are Swami Negran from India, and Cole Blessing, an American healer. Note that I chose a man from India for this since New Age cult leaders of the past have come from India. It is Negran and Blessing that ensnare my fictitious rock band Sound Unltd into doing their dirty work on the youth, in return for fame and fortune and all the trappings thereof.

There are five prominent human men who serve the spiritual darkness, and, just as the globalist ‘new world order’ being ushered in today is led by various supposedly ‘secret’ societies such as the Bilderbergers and others, my fictitious globalist secret society is called the ‘Novordo Club’ (Novordo stems for the ‘Novus Ordo Seclorum’ theme on the dollar bills and means ‘New World Order’ or “New Order of the Ages.’), as well as the fictitious UN body called the ‘World Youth Cultural Council’ which seeks youth culture conformity and a supporting NGO foundation called the ‘World Community Artists Foundation’ comprising youth culture celebrities who support globalism. Then there is the spiritual arm of this grouping called the Hellians (prominent in The Prodigal Band) and its subgroups, two of which are called ‘the Slake of Satan’ and ‘the Inner Sanctum.’

While various groupies and even fellow rockers are in these groups, the five prominent men that ‘rule the world to Corion’s specification’s are as follows:

Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau: No disrespect for the English town of Torquay and the residents of today’s French province of Normandy where (from my research) the name ‘Lambourgeau’ is fairly prominent. This character heads the evil secret society the Novordo Club as well as the Hellians, is the son of a blood-drinking Vlad-the-Impaler-Count-Dracula-type Satanist, and whose son, who has disavowed evil, is the manager of the fictitious band Sound Unltd. He has a direct line to the evil god Corion and is one of the chief minions. He is also a banking cartel owner and somewhat based on the leaders of the Rothschild banking dynasty. Due to the conquest by William of Normandy in 1066 of England, I thought it was only proper to make this character of Norman descent.

Marty, the Duke of Effingchester: This fifteenth Duke of Effingchester is a direct descendant of the evil Duke who, in 1136 AD, called on Corion to send Demons to burn his city to the ground in order to put down a peasant revolt. In the 1100s through the 1300s, England had many peasant revolts as serfdom was heading by the wayside to be replaced by farmers called ‘yeomen.’ In return for the Demons putting down the rebellion, this Duke was forced to give a blood oath to the god of evil while being forced to keep the defeated serfs ‘forever in debt.’ Finally, the name ‘Effingchester’ is indeed based on a certain cuss word!

Paul Xavier, Mr. X: ‘X’ is a music and media mogul who owns Time Communications, one of the world’s largest media conglomerates (it is not co-incidence that the name ‘Time’ is used. Not insulting Time Magazine, however, even if it is one of the more well-known mainstream media organs.) ‘X’ is a top member of the Novordo Club and Hellians.

Haikaru Yakimoro, Mr. Y: ‘Y’ is Japanese, and, because Japan is Asia’s most westernized nation and a tech giant of sorts (Samsung, Toshiba, and connected to SONY–a record label that has under its belt some of Asia’s best known rock bands such as the Gazette and others), I decided to make this character Japanese.

Rodney Davis: It is fairly well known that touring rock bands, using their roadies, “muled” drugs while on tours for organized crime, Mafia-like drug bosses, and the like in the 60s and 70s. At a Led Zeppelin gig at Madison Square Garden in NYC in 1971, I remember seeing roadies and others selling marijuana and cocaine and perhaps other drugs to gig audience ticket holders before the concert began, and someone in one of the mezzanines we were in tried to sell us illegal drugs. (Not picking on Led Zep here, but this really happened!) Rodney Davis was an American who worked for a Mafia drug lord who forced my band to “mule” drugs in order that they would “secure” their success. The movie “Roadies” starring rocker Meatloaf as well as Blondie and others, also goes into this issue of mule-ing drugs.

Finally, Corion uses three humans as direct conduits for evil purposes:

Swami Rashnish Negran: Negran is from India and is reminiscent of a certain cult leader who had some influence with certain 60s rock bands. Negran dupes my fictitious band Sound Unltd into his “Church of the Circle of Unity” cult. In fact many celebrities are members of New Age and other “religious” cults but have royalty-type status, thus treated ‘like gods’ unlike lesser members (such as a former friend of mine) who were treated like garbage and are forced to work for long hours for virtually no pay! Corion uses Negran as his main conduit, using the stolen ‘red crystal sight’ mentioned earlier.

‘Doctor’ Cole Blessing: A phony healer, an American, who leads one of Negran’s ‘churches,’ cajoles the wife of a band member into become his disciple, and uses fakery to “cure” another band member’s wife of cancer. Eventually, Blessing takes over the cult. While Negran is integral in Battle of the Band, Blessing is the lead bad guy in The Prophesied Band.

Mark Besst: A Brit and a tech company mogul who eventually (in The Prodigal Band) takes Cole Blessing’s place and doesn’t need the red crystal because he is inhabited by the Corion spirit of evil–at his own request. I called him ‘Mark Besst’ because it resembles the Biblical notion of the ‘Mark of the Beast.’ As with the others Besst acquires the band’s friendship and confidence and eventually takes over not only the cult, but the conspiracy as well. Besst uses three minions, ‘Beast,’ ‘Trenchcoat,’ and a phony Christian preacher called Reverend Ike to do his dirty work.