Chapter 6 – Meeting a Prince of Hell

This is the one of the most horrifying stories I will tell you, well at least for me. Couple of years after I was made Mason, there’s been talks about a secret meeting with only a very small number of Brothers invited; nobody knew what it was about because the Brothers received some very peculiar letters from a Grand Master whose name was unknown to us. We were all wondering what this is about and why nobody knows anything about what will happen at the meeting.

My letter stated the following:

Dear Brother,

You are hereby invited to attend the Secret Grand Reunion of the Black Light Lodges which is to be held at the Crimson Temple on the 23rd of April 2017, starting at 6 PM.

This will be a unique experience for you, because a meeting like this happens only once in 500 years. You have been selected as one of the 23 brothers to attend this meeting, due to your fast rising to stardom inside our organization.

Please do not have precious metals, religious objects/artifacts, watches, or money with you and dress only in black.

Do not bring your apron and gloves with you, as you will be given a very special set upon your arrival at the Temple.

Thank you for taking part in what will be the event of your lifetime!

With admiration,

I. M. S. L. H. Anoli Morst

I made dozens of phone calls, e-mails, text messages to some of the most influential Masons in Europe, no one knew who the Master that sent us the letter was, all they knew is that he was real and we must not miss the meeting, or else we will be “burned” between the Columns (this is a procedure Freemasons use only in extreme cases, when a Brother has done something so bad, that their presence is no longer wanted inside the Masonic Temple and the consequences can be very bad.

A few days passed and the big moment came. Some of the most powerful Masons in Europe were present and that thing made me ask myself why was I chosen to be here, clearly no one knew me well, as I was a very discreet presence and I did not want to be a rock-star inside the Masonic Temple.

So much so, that The Professor was not invited at this meeting and I could not get a hold of him that day, meaning I was left prisoner to many questions as to why I ever accepted becoming a Mason in the first place… I know some of you think that to be a Mason you have to ask a Mason, but what you do not know (or did not know, until now) is that the Lodge that I am in is very different than the regular ones, the rules of admittance are different, the clothing is different and the rituals differ so much.

Anyway…

The meeting was about to start and we all formed a cue outside waiting to enter the Temple. I was the last one to go in, with the thought that the Master who was taking charge of the ceremony will be late, because I haven’t seen him outside… so I was surprised to see a very big man, a person that of course looked human, a normal person, taking helm of the meeting.

“Welcome Brothers. We will begin shortly. Before we do, I know that there are some you who want to give speeches before I have the final input. So please, go ahead.”

Nothing out of the ordinary at this point. Three Brothers had speeches on the lives and times of the Freemasons during the Spanish Inquisition, the second one was about a more esoteric field, white magick versus black magick and the last one was about how, in his opinion, we could bring people back from the dead (this guy was a scientist working in a secret military compound in the Carpathian Mountains, his eye was twitching when he was speaking and he was thoroughly convinced that everything he was saying was achievable). I decided not to judge because of all the crazy things I have gone through… I mean, right now, bringing people back from the dead was another topic that the Freemasons could successfully experiment on.

After everyone finished, we tapped the floor, as we usually do because we are not allowed to applause.

“Thank you, Brothers for your wonderful inputs and I also do believe that it is just a matter of fact until you will be able to use black magick inside our Temple as a way of protection against the One who wants us destroyed. Now…”

At this point all the candles in the room the turned gained a purple flame, while the man raised himself from the seat and he then let out a diabolical chant: “Infernal Lights, show them my truest form!”

Then… he transformed so fast, that one might say the man was never there. I will try telling you, reader, how this Demon looked like, although I feel a sense of dread and my hands are sweaty and shaking just by thinking about it.

The demon had two lateral horns that went sideways from where its ears should have been, he had two additional horns starting from his forehead and going back. His eye sockets were two bright flames, while his mouth was breathing steam between those sharp fangs it had. Its whole body was engulfed in flames and where its stomach should have been, it was only a black infinite darkness, with tormented screaming of lost souls coming out. His torso was somewhat like a huge bloody mouth with one eye in its center, an eye that was moving rapidly up and down, side to side, like it was searching for something, searching for another soul to add to its ever growing collection…

The demon held a fiery trident in his hand-like claws and then he hit the floor with it, producing a hot wave that made us all feel instantly like we were in the pits of Hell. A diabolical voice started:

“Brothers! Courageous Brothers! I only come to you once every 500 years, rejoice, rejoice! I am Mammon, one of the Seven Princes of Hell, your second leader after His Infernal Majesty. The letter you all received was sent by Him and he picked the ones with the greatest potential to do His bidding. I will now pick three of you and I will grant you a few wishes each…

So, Brother Nerus, Brother Sarin, Brother Xeman, come forward! But know this, nothing is free in this life, so be careful what you ask for. I can only give material wealth or things that can produce it and that is it.”

I thought at this point, being absolutely petrified with horror, almost wetting my pants, why would you wish something as insignificant as money? Your life is short as it is and this “gift” is not for free.

“Brother Nerus, speak. What does you heart desire most?”

“Majesty, I would like to be the owner of the most powerful bank in the world and to gradually become the richest man that has ever lived on Earth.”

“So be it. This will cost you 15 years of your life. A fair trade, I might say!”, said the Demon.

“Brother Sarin, you?”

“I wish to own an island, I want a fleet of the most expensive cars in the world, huge mansions, business that make hundreds of millions of dollars and the I want my family to have money for 200 generations from now on without the risk of going bankrupt.”

“Very well. 30 years of your life is the price. This means you only have 40 more years to live and then you will come and live with us, deep down in Hell. Brother Xeman, you’re the last one, this better be good.”

“Master, I wish to own all the gold in the world, I wish to have trillions of dollars, I wish I could buy off everything, I wish that my money could feed the greed machine of humanity and…”

Before finishing, the Demon yelled: “SILENCE! We have a non-believer here with us, an intruder, a False Brother, someone who wants us destroyed. YOU, over there! He pointed towards me and I was absolutely sure that he will cast me to hell for all eternity.

“You! Are you a true Mason or not?”

“Yes, of course I am, with all my body, mind and soul. I am here to serve our Lord until the end of my life.” said I, absolutely horrified, but very sure on my words as to not induce even more uncertainty in this ugly Demon.

“Then, if your claims are true, answer me this riddle. I must warn you it is a very hard one and if you do not know the correct answer, the skeletons guarding the door will immediately tear you apart. “

“Alright, I am listening, Master.” said I, almost shaking, my knees like marshmallows.

“What do you call somebody with no body and no nose?” said the Demon, almost bursting into laughter.

“Well, shit.” I thought… “Nobody knows?” I answered.

Then he started laughing like crazy. “Hahahahahaha, Jesus Christ, I mean… Satan, sorry… You should have seen the look on your face, holy shit! I was just fooling around, god damn! I haven’t had a good laugh like this in 500 years… huh… thank you, Brother, you are excused, you may return to your seat.”

I turned around thinking… “I almost pissed myself and this… this beast is in a mood for stupid jokes. Although, I wonder… why did he pick me specifically? Do they watch me; do they see me as a traitor or it was just a random choice?”

Then he returned to asking Brother Xeman to finish his request…

“And I wish money would rule the world forever and ever.”

“Very well, this will cost you your very soul. You will pay your debt in the future, not now. But you will not know when, you will only hear distant growls and barking in the distance. Know then, the end is near.”

“Brothers, it has been my pleasure, I must return home where I will send your regards to the rest of the Princes of Hell. It has been a pleasure; we will keep on watching you. I will see you soon, down there. So long.”

The he vanished into thin air and everyone stood silent. The three “lucky” brothers started hugging one another like they won everything and lost nothing.

The greed of mankind is ever present in weak minds and lost souls.