Blood Ritual Monarch 5 - Cult of the Shadow
This is my last post on Blood Ritual Monarch. I think his work is important, and his books appear no longer available and I wanted to make available just about all the information I have found in researching.
Blood Ritual Monarch believed that he had been part of a secret high level organisation called Cult of the Shadow. I researched for this and eventually found, on his old website archive, where he told a story related to this, in fictional style. Blood Ritual Monarch Cult of the Shadow [7].
This is the disturbing story…
Cult of the Shadow
He pulled his hand out of the closet and looked at it through foggy eyes. There were twigs and leaves stuck to his fingers as well as the familiar sticky substance. Andy wiped his palm on his pajamas and then rubbed his eyes; sleepwalking again. He felt a bit of pain followed by something running down his thumb and dripping onto the floor. He flipped the light switch and was simultaneously shocked and frustrated; stains on the carpet again!
Andy’s job at the hospital was pretty routine; he jabbed people’s veins and drew their blood. Each and every day after the morning’s first patient he’d wonder how he got into phlebotomy. I mean, it wasn’t exactly something kids dream about a career in. But then again, he didn’t have a normal childhood. His mom was a psychotic alcoholic hemophiliac; ‘what a mouthful that is’, he thought. Not surprisingly, mom bled to death after a drunken fall.
Diane smiled at him from across the room. She worked as a nurse in the cardiac unit. Wow, if anyone from the hospital knew about their pasts they’d be canned for sure. It was a secret; at least until they broke up and someone decided to get vindictive. Oh well; they weren’t at that stage yet and things were still fun between them.
Andy had a busy morning and the rush was intense; he was on a high all through lunch break. As long as he went to the meetings he’d be ok; yeah right. It was tough to balance the euphoria without it leading down the hemoglobin highway, as he called it. The group was gathering tonight at his apartment…..blood pudding anyone? The maniacal mental laugh that thought evoked made his eyes glow. Diane was right behind him.
“Hey red”, she whispered with her sexy, smoky voice. “Do you need an enema?”
Andy loved her whacked out sense of humor. She was all prim and proper on the outside and a raving lunatic on the inside. However, both of them had to be careful or they could fall back over the edge…at least that was their cover-story at the meetings.
Andy playfully retorted; “No thanks nurse Ratchet, but your weekly proctology exam is overdue; report to my apartment tonight, stat!”
Their little banter kept him afloat; it kept him from getting lost in that blackout of red which hovered over him like an ominous storm cloud. The secret they shared made the workday exciting and kept dangerous urges at bay.
After his shift Andy was off to buy some carpet cleaner; something that was effective on blood. He was so sick of cleaning those stains; they seemed to appear out of nowhere. Well, in a roundabout way he knew where they came from but the specifics were always a blur. He also picked up some cranberry juice and pastries. Yes, it was vaguely irresponsible to consciously select a red beverage for the meeting but he just couldn’t help it.
He strolled up on 333 East 91st Street; home sweet home. The insurance money from his dead alcoholic psychotic hemophiliac mother as well as some shrewd investments allowed him to live in such a nice building. 333 is the number of the demons Choronzon and Akbar, he reminded himself with a smile. But tonight was a meeting night and impulse control was a necessity. He ran into Mrs. Bernstein in the vestibule.
“Andy, what the hell do you do up there at night? Enough with the slamming and pounding after 10pm, ok?”
He knew the drill; “Sure thing Mrs. B, please accept my apologies; it won’t happen again”.
After cleaning the rug, though not very well he thought, Andy felt the ‘urge’. He had just enough time before the group assembled. Then he heard a knock….it was Diane. Somehow she knew what he was up to, she always did.
“Did you get that blood stain out”, she said extra loud from the hallway.
He sped over and opened the door; “Smart ass nurse is gonna get a spanking. Seriously though, why do you do that? Everyone in this building is a goddamn snoop.”
“I came early because I knew what you were thinking, I always do”.
He was about to disagree but decided against it, she was right; as usual. They both went over to the closet; he kissed her deeply before opening the door.
“Remember, we can’t leave any obvious marks”, she said.
Diane was right; she had more self control than Andy did. After they were finished he closed his bedroom door to ensure that no one wandered in there. The rubber band brigade was just about to arrive.
Knock, knock; in they marched, what an interesting and tragic group. Collectively, they displayed some common traits… fidgety, depressed, spacey, and just plain disconnected. Everyone had rubber bands on their wrists; some were snapping them already. Fiona was the worst; her wrist was beet-red in a matter of seconds.
Everyone took their seats in the kitchen. The air suddenly turned ice-cold and a palpable psychic ripple made its way through the room. It was like a Great White shark was passing just beneath the surface; invisible yet felt by all present. There was absolute silence until Diane spoke up.
“Good evening everyone and welcome to this week’s self-mutilator’s anonymous meeting. My name is Diane and I am a self-mutilator.”
Everyone took turns with introductions and proceeded to tell their stories and share mutual concerns about the healing process. Most present were cutters; people that felt the overwhelming urge to slice and prick their flesh until it bled. Some were fingernail and/or hair pullers, scratchers etc. The rubber bands were used to distract and re-focus them should the urge to do self-harm become too great. The snapping intensified as the meeting progressed.
The room became so cold that everyone began rubbing their hands together and folding arms up against their chests. As Fiona crossed her arms a scar appeared through her blouse. Her upper left breast had a fresh wound. Perhaps our invisible ‘group member’ had detected it. Fiona stared at Diane; it was obvious she was into her. When the meeting adjourned, Diane asked Fiona to stay behind for some wine and further discussion. Andy went into the kitchen to clean up when he heard Diane make her move.
“Fi, come on into the bedroom, I have to tell you something.”
The cold air had left the kitchen and I suspect made its way into the bedroom. Diane was great at indoctrinating new followers. Fiona was a ‘lesbian’ but in actuality her subconscious hatred of men created by childhood trauma had influenced this ‘sexual preference’. That was Diane’s analysis, not mine, but it made perfect sense.
They emerged from the room after about 15 minutes had passed. Diane had that delightfully devious smile on her face while Fiona looked electrocuted. She was hyper-energized and happy. Diane had turned her like a pro.
“Look at that Fi”, Diane said in a motherly tone. “No more need to fight the urges. Desire is meant to be satisfied.”
Fiona’s breast wound was reopened. Her hair and arms were covered in silk, twigs, and leaves. Andy preferred to call it silk whereas the other word for it connoted entanglement and deception. Diane fixed up the wound and sent Fiona off into the night. She was sure to return with another offering; it was just a matter of time.
Andy asked, “Did it manifest; did she see it?”
“Nope, I felt the presence and a few brushes against my arm. She was too dazed to pick up on anything. She said she likes weird, gothic fetishes.”
After some more wine and foreplay Andy and Diane went into the bedroom and opened the closet. After a feeding you could sometimes see it with your physical eyes; otherwise just peripherally in little flashes. In the beginning; after the demon conjuring experiment that went awry, you could feel it walking across you, just barely. As things progressed, it became obvious that he needed a place to reside, a place to concentrate the energy. That’s when Andy decided to build a nest.
At work the next day Andy got to thinking about how all of this started. As soon as he saw the first patient’s blood he wanted to drain every last drop for Akbar. The life of a phlebotomist; a never-ending red sea of temptation. However, impulse-control was the rule of the day. He must keep this job and keep out of prison to ensure that Akbar’s dream of walking the earth as a man once again would come to fruition.
About a year before, Andy became morose after the anniversary of his mothers death. As previously mentioned, she was an alcoholic and hemophiliac that bled to death after falling while grossly intoxicated. Even though the gene for hemophilia had not been passed on to Andy, he decided that he might have ‘become’ a hemophiliac and set out to prove it one way or the other; but cutting himself. This quickly turned into a habit and that’s when his obsession with the occult kicked in. Before long, Andy was consumed with the desire to conjure demons. Where that idea came from he could not recall; it was as if he woke up one day hell-bent on meeting a demon.
Diane appeared and broke his trance; “What cha’ thinkin’ about? It looks to be a bloody-good memory considering the smile on yer face.”
Somehow, she always knew what he was thinking.
“Nurse Ratchet needs to have her temperature taken”, he said with a devious grin. “Please bring Fiona back to the pleasure-dome, stat.”
Diane’s eyes lit up as she said, “Affirmative….or shall I say, A-positive”. Her dreadful humor was a life-saver.
Andy went back to reminiscing about his history of blood-lust as he jabbed the next patient’s vein. His demon conjuring experiments had produced results but not the kind he had expected. Instead of dramatically appearing in a poof of smoke, the entity started speaking to him telepathically; first in the dream state and then during his waking hours as well. It called itself Akbar and told Andy he was a ‘chosen one’ of the astral plane; that his energy field glowed like a firefly. Akbar said the connection between them could be strengthened with sexual energy and blood. Sure enough, Andy began cutting himself and masturbating on a regular basis. Often he’d awaken around 3am in a quasi trance-state; knife in one hand, blood dripping from a gash in the other. Diane appeared and pulled him back into the 3rd dimension.
“Time to get ready for tonight’s meeting Dr. Freakazoid.”
“Yes mommy”, Andy replied. They had such a weird relationship but it certainly worked.
As he packed up to go, Andy remembered how the self-mutilation groups came into play. Akbar needed more blood than he could safely give so another source of hemoglobin would be necessary. Where could one procure a steady supply of the shimmering, viscous life-force? Akbar needed the blood to come directly from the body. It could not be brought in bags or containers. This is when Andy had the great ‘idea’ to attend a mutilation support group meeting. These people could easily be manipulated into bloodletting as they were unstable and had little impulse control. Andy felt a bit guilty about this but Akbar helped him rationalize that everything in the universe happens for a reason; as a way to experience physical reality in all its potential manifestations.
Andy and Diane had infiltrated a couple of different groups and tonight’s was from the Methodist church across town. Fiona was also a member and would be among the attendees. She would soon be ready to meet Akbar.
Diane cooed as if reading his mind, “Do you think Fi can handle what’s in the closet?”
“I think it’s high time we found out,” he replied with a devious grin.
Everyone shuffled into Andy’s apartment; without exception, they all looked disturbed. The usual pre-meeting coffee and snack ritual ensued followed by introductions and story sharing. Andy and Diane were scanning the new recruits, looking for someone near the breaking point. They needed a candidate who was about to fall off the laceration wagon. However, they all seemed pretty resolute about sticking with the 12-step plan. Akbar would not be pleased. He was in a rush to walk the earth once again in a human skin-suit, as he called it.
While someone was blathering away about cutting themselves to ‘release the pain’ Andy flashed back to when he first saw the web in the closet. For several weeks he had been compelled to cut himself and let the blood drip onto the closet floor. One morning he opened the door and found it all webbed over; aha, this was the nest he was unconsciously helping to build. That’s when he realized Akbar was some sort of a demonic spider. He brought in the leaves and twigs to make it all cozy and realistic. One night as he was dripping blood into the web he saw Akbar appear physically. As soon as it hit the tendrils of silk he saw this giant spider moving over the blood, feeding on it. Wow, talk about exhilarating!
That night, in a dream, Akbar told him that a group of Black Magicians from ancient times had summoned and forced him to do their bidding. This cabal of sorcerers was known as The Cult of the Shadow. After a while Akbar had grown too powerful and was beginning to manifest physically. The magicians did a binding ritual to keep him from piercing the veil. Ever since, Akbar had been locked into a 4th dimensional frequency void. Unable to interact with any type of consciousness; he was in complete isolation. Until he found Andy, that is. With enough blood, Akbar said he could walk the earth in human form; shape shift from arachnid to human and back as needed. He asked Andy to help him and in return he would share his powers and secrets of the millennia, as he called them.
Diane’s voice brought him back from inner-space. “Thanks for coming everyone; please share your phone numbers so we can all support each other if the desire to self-mutilate becomes overwhelming.”
Fiona and Diane remained as the last person walked out the door. No potential blood donors in that group. It was just the three of them. Andy decided to break the ice. He went over and kissed Diane while keeping his eyes on Fiona. Diane also stared at Fiona while her lips were locked with Andy. They were inviting her; bewitching her.
Andy and Diane went into the bedroom; Fiona silently followed them. What happened next was a mixture of 3-way sex and bloodletting. Diane opened the closet door and voluntarily fell backwards into the web-nest. Fiona looked shocked but the sexual energy gave her the courage to try something different. With blood dripping down her breast she buried her face in Diane’s crotch. Diane’s inner-thighs were sliced and bleeding too.
Andy watched from the background and masturbated; his hands were dripping with blood. Just as Andy orgasmed, so did Diane. At that very moment Akbar appeared; propelled through the veil by the combined thrust of blood and sexual energy. Fiona screamed and screamed; it was not pretty. Three naked people covered in blood lying in a spider webbed closet with a giant arachnid. Fiona’s incessant screaming had to be dealt with; Akbar reacted swiftly.
The spirit inhabiting the eight-legged demon left its vessel and jumped inside of Andy. Andy’s hand then reached for the knife next to the bed; the one they were all using to draw each other’s blood. Andy’s consciousness was still inside his body but he was unable to stop what happened next. His hand moved to slice Fiona’s throat and end the screaming which had most likely been heard by someone in the apartment building. Then his hand moved towards Diane’s throat too; a moment later she lay coughing as her jugular spewed rich, red blood.
Next was Andy….Akbar’s energy was too strong. Andy, or rather Akbar, held the knife to his own throat. But before the final slice, Akbar projected something into Andy’s mind. Andy was back in some medieval-looking time period but he wasn’t Andy; he was someone else. Somehow it all made sense in a split second. Andy was a reincarnation of one of the Black Magicians; a member of the Cult of the Shadow. He had been a dark sorcerer in this past life; responsible for banishing Akbar to an astral prison.
Akbar and Andy were both present in Andy’s body but Akbar had full control. Before he sliced the throat he projected a sinister smile into Andy’s mind and said the following:
“I have waited centuries for this moment. How dare you summon and use me! How dare you sentence me to endless oblivion! Your soul is mine now; the Luciferic current that runs through my energy field has now absorbed your essence permanently. Further reincarnation and evolution are no longer an option for you.”
As he sliced Andy’s throat; or rather he made Andy slice his own throat, he jumped back into his arachnid body. From there, Akbar absorbed every last bit of sexual energy and blood present in that room. A powerful vacuum-like force thoroughly exsanguinated the three bodies. This potent infusion of energy allowed Akbar to not only remain in the 3rd dimension as a spider, but allowed him to shape shift into human form.
Akbar looked in the bathroom mirror; he was a man again, handsome and powerful. He grabbed Andy’s bank card and packed a bag. He looked at the three gruesomely desiccated bodies on the bedroom floor and said out loud with a sinister grin;
“Fucking humans; you’re all so goddamn gullible!”
Blood Ritual Monarch Cult of the Shadow [7]
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Blood Ritual Monarch 3 - Book Screenshots [8]
Blood Ritual Monarch 4 Interview 2017 [9]
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[6] https://vigilantcitizenforums.com/threads/what-happened-to-blood-ritual-monarch-brm.572/
[7] Blood Ritual Monarch Cult of the Shadow https://web.archive.org/web/20131121032421/http://www.bloodritualmonarch.com/index.php/writings1/articles1/185-cult-of-the-shadow
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