The Witchcult Of Longbranch: One Hundred Years Of Twisted History

WITCHCULT OF LONGBRANCH
Born out of myths, legends and folk lour



The Witchcult of Longbranch has sensitive content and is not appropriate for children or the emotionally challenged.

The Witchcult of Longbranch is a story about the first settlement of a small peninsula not too far from Tacoma, Washington. I grew up on the Longbranch Peninsula, listening to old folk tales of a Satanic Witch Cult that moved out to Longbranch over a hundred years ago, to live in the wild lands only approachable by boat, so as people could not witnessed their perverse lifestyle-clan of German immigrants who are trading with the Indians and keeping to themselves as much as possible, so as others will not know of their ways. They are located in the Hudson Bay area. Things were going very well. They would have been just fine if it were not for Rea’s bad decision of allowing the mothers to talk her into having the children go to school in town for a better education.
Let’s start with the main characters. Raymas is the lead warlock of the clan he is the second most important person in the clan. He is by far the most evil man in the world. Some of the things he does are very shocking, violent, and perverse. He is very much like the devil himself. The queen ruler his wife Rea (Rea with the black heart) is possibly even more evil than her subservient husband. With the town mayor, the teacher and the local townspeople all knowing of their ways, they must move to survive. Raymas with what was left of the Mohawk tribe (The only ones left after the massacre of their tribe by the Ottawa. The Ottawa had learned the white man’s way to kill.) The 15 warriors that were left had been on a hunting trip. When they returned all they saw was nothing but death and devastation. Raymas knew a good thing when he saw it. With the help of the Mohawks he would massacre the Ottawa Village. They would have more than enough wealth for their new start out in the West.
The Witchcult of Longbranch is three stories spanning over a hundred years. The first one is called The Last Voyage. = The Time = Late 1800 = The clan steals the sailing vessel on the way to the West Coast. They sacrificed the sailors and learn how to pilot the craft. Raymas becomes Captain Raymas and starts dreaming of all the murder, rape and all the havoc he can raise. Yes the world is just ripe for the picking, Raymas’s way.
The second story is called, The Lost Children of Satan’s Sin. = The Time =
Pre, War, Longbranch = It is a story designed to tie the other two stories together and explain why the cult members are so demented and totally evil. It starts out with a young boy named Seth, who is raised by his father from the moment of his birth. His life is tragically scarred by the misguided love of his father and the perverse customs of the clan. As a young boy he falls in love with a younger girl named Leah. This cannot be because he already has an arranged marriage to his half-sister Anna. Seth’s father Clifford perceives the boys love. He tells Seth’s mother (The queen ruler) that Leah will be Satan’s Virgin bride for the next Spring Rite.
The third story that is my personal favorite is called Knowledge
=The Time Now= The main character is a lowly logger named Jim Max. He is down at the beach in Longbranch, where he asks the questions “Why! The world is all wrong everything is backwards. We kill, we hurt we let people starve. Why!” A mysterious vortex appears above Jim pulling him up to the Cosmos. He goes to a brilliant white gate to a gatekeeper named the Brother of the staff and cloth. Jim’s questions create his destiny.
The beginning of the Witchcult of Longbranch, The Last Voyage is very shocking violent and perverse. My thoughts on this are that you cannot show true goodness unless you can see total evil. If you can get past this very bad beginning you will be able to get to the real message in the end. That is that with the love for one another and with the love of our Creator for his creation, total evil can be miraculously changed into total goodness.
I hope you enjoy my creation. My whole thought on the design of it is that I want my readers to be totally involved in the story and when the story is over I want them to be changed because of the very fact that they read it. I was hoping to look outside of the box from within and get a new scope on what our reality really is. My strongest wish is that you take this in the context in which it is presented and enjoy the message. Yours truly Philip Blakeslee.





























Title page for The Witchcult of Longbranch

Chapter.1 The Last Voyage .4


Chapter.2 The Lost Children of Satan’s Sin .103


Chapter.3 Knowledge .134


Chapter.4 The Price of Knowledge .223


Dedication. This book is dedicated to Lauren Jensen, my mentor, English teacher, editor, and friend. With her help I began. Also to my Father and Mother Bill and Audrey Leacy. Thanks for everything. Yours truly Philip Blakeslee
THE WITCHCULT OF LONGBRANCH
Chapter 1. The Last Voyage
Born out myths, legends and folk lour
The Time The Late 1800

Raymas looks around. The plan is well under way. Most of the Warriors are flat on their backs, or throwing up the cheap rotgut whiskey. More like wicked corn juice. He smiles at their discomfort. Some who have not had enough yet are at the trading bar. A big log flattened at the top with an adze. Some have their women as trade. The others have firs, traps and anything of value. He laughs in their faces.
One shot will be all it will take to start the havoc.
The Mohawk Indians along with the rest of the men are hiding on the other side of the small river. They are waiting for the signal to attack. He needs a young victim for the next sacrifice. While he is waiting, he is searching for a good one healthy with strong blood. He views the menagerie of people all around. His two sons are guarding the trading stock while conducting the trading.
The pile of precious furs is growing at a fantastic rate. Matthew and Fritz are guarding the canoes that are sitting on the banks of the huge Lake Erie. Raymas in his mind begins reviewing the plan.
When I see the rest of the boats appear, that will be the prime time to start the massacre. The village will be trapped in between my two forces. They will not have a chance.
With his plan revolving in his head, the bloodthirsty Raymas licks his lips hungrily anxious for the bloodletting. The Mohawks had come to his village wanting revenge for the Ottawa massacre of their village last month. A lot were dead. The Mohawks did not have sufficient warriors left to assault the large tribe for which they have vowed enslavement for the rest of their lives. Just for revenge!
The Ottawa had even killed the women and children, and even dogs and livestock. They were merciless. Usually the Indians would take slaves and steal what they, could leaving opportunities for the other tribe to steal it back. This is something like the white man might do. There must be a recoup revenge-meant all, Raymas knew a good opportunity when he saw one. The Fresh breeding stock could only help his clan.
The misshapen ones were happening more and more often these days. They had been with their own kind for too long. The clan needed growth; the winter and the raids had been hard; the losses had been heavy. Having the Indians for sacrifices could only help the clan grow. The new blood would improve the misshapen problem.
After the annihilation I will take all anyway. We should have more than enough for the voyage away, and a new start.
The rumors were flying all around about the white men who ate men and drank living blood with no battle. Indians only ate the brave and never drank living blood. The white men were very strange indeed. This was what the Mohawk had said to some of the others. Raymas had also heard the other whispers of some brave souls spying on the Rites, telling tales and then the last straw, the school children telling the teacher of the clans, ways.
We must move to survive. Too many people are watching to closely. It is restricting our ways. It cannot continue. We must move.
Raymas sees the approaching boats, it is almost, time. He nods at his sons to alert the others to be ready for the assault.
The timing is everything. He sees the chief’s son as healthy as he has ever seen. It is, almost time.
The chief's son is tall, heavily beaded with claws and ornaments, with his long black hair adorned with the feathers of rule in it.
The long rifle raises, up. Pow! His knee blows off of his leg. The man goes down with a howl of pain. Raymas reloads. The squaws who have been trading for their collapsed husbands run into the woods, only to see the other white men crossing the Creek. With battle-axes and rifles high over their heads, some, shooting from the banks of the river. The women run up river away from the killers. Raymas quickly reloads and shoots another brave who is drunkenly grabbing for his rifle. A small band of warriors, the few who have avoided the firewater, are advancing on their position.
Raymas reloads and yells out,
“Men, to the village kill them!”
Soon the other Indians and the drunken ones are dead. The axes have done their dirty work, saving the shot for any opposition.
Just as well, Raymas thinks, as his men gatherer for the last assault. Raymas shoots.
His man falls, clutching his heart. The rest fire away, dropping most of them. At that point the angry Indians are upon them. They all collide at once. Even the squaws are in on it.
Raymas’s blood lust is now unbearable. He must drink. The blood is flowing all around the axes and long knives doing brutal damage. He sees a squaw and takes his gun butt and blasts her on the head. He drops his gun and grabs her by her long black hair. He pulls his knife and slashes her throat, pulling it up to his mouth. He drinks deeply, with his eyes roving around looking for any trouble. His clan and the Mohawks are finishing the last of them.
I can drink in peace, he thinks as the heart pumps the last few splashes of blood into his greedy mouth. He threw the lifeless body down and picks up his gun to reload, just in case. To no avail, they are all dead. The men regroup around their leader.
Raymas says,
“Alright, now go to the village. I want everything-all of the trading stock and any hides. I mean everything, even if we make several trips. We need it all. Do you understand? Kill the dogs and any wounded. Also I want all of the boats. What we can't use, we will sell. We want only the healthy children. Get busy! Boys,” He said to his sons,
“He is over there with his knee blown out. Bind his leg and tie him up good and put him in my boat. I don't want to lose him, and then get busy with the others.”
He sees a very young Indian girl and another lust comes into his evil eyes. He walks over and grabs her by the hair. She cries out in pain and fear. He rips off her dress of hides.
“Get busy this one is mine.”
He drags his young victim into one of the long houses made of bark stripped off of the large cedar trees all around. She fights blindly, yet is no match for the vicious Raymas. He lays the barrel of his rifle over her head, just hard enough to stun her. Raymas loves violence and dealing out death. He is really enjoying himself. Her eyes glaze over as she slumps down toward the ground.
Raymas leans his gun against the wall as he pulls down his pants. He forces his fingers into the unfortunate girl as he slaps her back into consciousness; she starts rambling in her native tongue. He pushes her onto the ground. His excitement arises. He brutally forces himself inside of her tearing tender tissue. Her cries of pain are the only sound. Raymas climaxes quickly. He shouts out,
“Oh! My! She is so good.” I would like to take her home for more pleasure. Rea will not stand for any of that
He is thirsty again. He sees a leather cord dangling from the roof. There is a wooden bowl next to his foot. He grabs the sobbing girl by the ankles. He swiftly ties her upside down. He thinks,
She must be, pleading for her life, as he pulls his long knife and reaches down for the bowl.
He makes a perfect slash at her throat. The blood flows into the bowl in his hand. He catches almost all of it. He receives a bolt of pleasure almost as good as the other one as she convulses into her dying spasms. Her little life’s blood drained into the large bowl that is being gulped down by the savage evil beast called Raymas.

THE GREAT VOYAGE

The sailing ship leaves the harbor on the morning tide. Standing at the rail, looking out, Raymas is talking very quietly to Rea. Raymas is slyly looking around making sure no one is near.
“I have some good ideas for this ship after we take her. We can do a trade of furs that we can trade from the natives where we settle. After we deliver them on the East Coast, we can buy our supplies and trade our way back. We can get the poppy and coca leaves for pennies. What do you think?” Rea responds to him,
“Yes, it does sound good. We can keep to ourselves that way. No one will know of our ways. I can put a potion in their grog to subdue them. You can take her easily that way.”
Raymas knows better than to argue with the Queen of the Clan, Rea with the black heart-his wife, the ruler.
“That way we don't have to kill so many. We will have them for gifts and bleedings whenever we want. It may be a long voyage.”
Raymas, although longing for more violence, sees the wisdom in all of this. He nods his head in obedience. She blushes in her absolute rule even in her man.
Rea calls Rayna, her youngest daughter, giving her explicit instructions on how to plant the potion to drowse and put the seamen out. She must put it in their grog. She herself goes into the Captain's berth and puts the potion in his fine wine. They pull it off so well, the two women so good at deceit.

Later

Raymas busies himself over the maps with old man Dean, the wise man of the clan. He had been trained in the ways of the Ancients. He is skilled in all of the old ways. Always lost in the old books that the clan, have guarded jealously through, out the centuries. He can pilot his way to any spot on earth. He shows Raymas the best spots for the poppy and coca leaves and other important herbs to do glory to Satan and keep control of the clan. The drugs are important to keep order, almost as important as the spells, incantations, and sacrifices. They are all important tools for the successes of life
Raymas, who is always a quick study of all things, becomes the captain of the craft that is their only home for so long.

Later


The full moon arises in the night sky. Rea is contemplating the upcoming event about to unfold in the dark night. She has all of the potions at ready and even now her daughters are spreading the effects on the crew and the clan. Some of the sailors will be just be put out. The ones she has hand picked out earlier are in the brig locked below. They will be hers to deal with at the right time. Timing is everything. They must freeze at the right moment for the ceremonial bleedings. She knows her craft well. She smiles at the thought of her skills and the wisdom of her craft.
They all know I am all-powerful. They must obey.
She stares at the moon as it climbs over the water's edge
The moon-the source of all power, the tides, the ocean currents-even-in the power for the spells in the linking chain to Satan. The moon-the mother of the endless cycle of life, in the face of the moon-it reminds her of Satan's face as it is pushing her on to the Rites of passion held in his name for him, a symbol of their undying faith in him, their God, the all provider-the sustainer of life. Death for life- The blood of life, it is the milk of death. To drink is to live a testimony of their life for him.
It is all so simple to the evil mind of Rea, the diabolical leer of the moon filling her evil heart to the brim. Her thoughts are solely on the night’s rivalry.






Deep Down Below In The Brig

“What are they going to do with us?” Severin asks Roy.
“I talked to one of the Mohawks. He did not speak well, so I did not get it all. But it sounded like eaters of men. I asked him to say more but that devil Raymas gave him a dirty look and he shut right up. I did not think much of it before because of his broken speech. I just thought I heard wrong. Now I just don't know. Maybe I heard him right.” Severin said.
“I figured out they were drugging the water. My head felt so dopey when I woke up. I would look around and someone else would be missing. It would only make sense. You must have heard right.” Roy asks,
“What, are we going to do?”
“I know let us act like we are drinking the water if they are looking. But do not drink. We can find some kind of weapons. It is better to go out fighting. I wish we could get word to the others. They could do the same.”
“Roy said. Well we cannot. Here is some rope. We can make a net. See if you can find some sort of club.”

Later

It is time. Rea walks the ship looking for Raymas. He is at the wheel with the old man, Dean. They have charts in front of them. Raymas must learn all he can from the old man for he will not return. This is his last voyage in life. Rea says,
“Raymas, I need you. I must potion the prisoners. Bring Frits and Randell”
“All right” Raymas said. “Get ready. I will meet you at the door to the brig.”
Rea nods and goes to the galley to see to the last of the potion.

A Short Time Before

The two men are acting thirsty and start drinking and eating. Roy glances out of the corner of his eye at the slot in the door. He thinks he can see the gleam of eyes. They must be spying on them.

A Short Time Later

“Rea, they have drank the potion,” her spy reports.
In an hour she will fetch them. And then they will be ready and willing to drink the rest. It is all so easy. She smiles, thinking of the feast and the blood fest. She fells hunger pains. The whole clan abstains from eating for two days before the feast. The new moon must be brought in with nothing in their stomachs. You don't eat for two days after either.
Drink the blood. That is the way of it. The blood! Everything revolves around the blood!






In The Brig

“Get ready! Roy! Severin said. “I hear them coming.”
He clenches a club they both had managed to break off the ship. The plan is to throw anything that will float, overboard and take their chances with the sea. Anything is better than their fate with the wicked ones. Severin had heard a story back in port about German people who were bleeding and eating people.
Are these the ones? He had thought it was just a made up story? They lie down to look asleep.
My God! He thought, Please help us, no one should die like this.
Raymas and Rea met at the door to the brig. Rea says to him,
“I thought I said to bring help.”
“Rea, you worry too much. Did you not spike their water like always? We can handle them. I'll pry their mouths open and you funnel it in. In the zombie state they will do anything we say.”
Rea always liked extra people just in case. Rea’s spy had said they drank the brew.
Why not? We can handle two drugged out sailors, can we not?
Rea unlocks the door. Sure enough, they are asleep. They go into the room. They come up to the men. Rea gets her things ready. Raymas walks up to the first man. They spring up. Roy throws the net. It falls perfectly over Raymas.
Severen clubs him over the head. He goes down. Severin swings the club at Rea. Rea dives off to the side. She springs out the door. She is fast. She runs to the ship's bell. The bell rings out the alarm. The two men emerge on deck. They toss empty barrels over the rail. All of the clan is at them. Roy looks at Severin. It is now or never. They jump overboard. Rea yells out in alarm,
“Stop them!” It is too late.
Not a problem, she thinks, I always make extra potion. They go down below to the sleeping crew. Rea pushes and prods them until two awake. As they are being held down she shoves coca leaves into their mouths and forces the brew down. The full moon arises.

Next Morning

After the night’s activities, Rea fells vindicated. Even in a crisis she has prevailed. Raymas at her side starts complaining about his headache.
“You deserve your hurt. Now do you see why I do things the way I do?” Raymas knows when to keep his mouth shut.








In The Straits

The green of the shoreline with the blue of the sky looks so inviting to the weary clan. Raymas is going over the maps, up in the wheel house, trying to pick the best place to settle, with the Dean assisting. Rea comes up from below. She joins in on the quest for their new home. As she is putting in her say, a piece of land catches her eye-it is a peninsula. It has the head of Satan atop of it. Rea is always looking for a divine sign from her God Satan. It just feels so right.
“This is our landfall. We shall call this point Devil's Head. The whole peninsula shall be called Longbranch. It is the devil's scepter; it is his sign of power. There is not a better way to honor our Lord, Satan. This is a how it shall be!”
The two men, Raymas and the Dean, know better than to do anything but agree. They put up the quest of picking out their landfall and start putting the maps away and go back to the other chores, Making sure everything is ready for the new homestead.

LONGBRANCH LANDFALL
Much Later

Rea has the picture of the peninsula in her mind as she looks over the rail of their ship. They are off shore of the head of the point of land, Devils Head.
She smiles Satan has shown her the way. All you have to do is worship and do glory to the wise one and he will show you the way. Interpretation is everything. You can miss important opportunities if you are not open for the right clues for prosperity.
The men had left early in the morning in the gig to check for a deep harbor for the large sailing ship renamed the Marauder. Rea’s choice, as always, in her dark mind they will travel the seas taking or trading for their needs anywhere they might go. The future looks fine from her point of view. There is a work crew going on of the men who are left behind. Raymas has left strict orders for maintenance and repairs for his ship. He is the captain now. Knowing all he needs to know by the wise man, Dean, the charts and the reading of the ship’s compass. He can travel anywhere in the world. The men work in a fever out in the hot sun. Raymas expects the work to be done at his return. The lash would be used for slackers. The rule of the clan comes first. This rule is absolute. Rea walks the ship to reinforce Raymas’s authority. They all fear and respect Rea with the black heart.

Cruising The Shoreline

Raymas decides to try the north shore and first. He has the Dean with him and the men who have shown the best aptitude for the sea. They sail into the first bay and start depth seeking. They row, and row. They enter the depths of the small inlet. Dean knows how much depth they will need for the large ship. It must be deep enough at low tide so the ship will not be aground. The keel needs not to suffer damage. If they travel the North shore to no avail then the South would be next. They have brought a goat for a feast to go along with the day’s provisions
Raymas wants some blood. The sailors had run out weeks ago. Back at camp, he has a small band of hunters out on the search for game. They have their muskets and the wise ones are very skilled at live traps. The need for fresh blood is always there. He orders a halt to go ashore. He says,
“Build a fire we shall have fresh meat.”
A few of the under men of the clan jump to comply, the ones of least importance they are always wary. Raymas stakes the goat out, a large bowl is brought forth, Raymas, does the bleeding. The goat gives all. The men take turns gulping down the fresh blood. Raymas, satisfied for now, lies down on a log to think. Raymas is pondering the good trades he has made on the way into the peninsula of Rea's choice. The firs have been top-quality. The dried meat and other supplies will carry them through the first winter in fine shape. The ship has for its cargo trade goods and other supplies for the gold miners in California.
They have all of the wealth they need for their new start. He does not want anyone that might recognize the ship to see her. That would wreck all of his plans for the clan. Trade will make them all rich. The slaves he will take, also means prosperity for all. With gifts from outside the clan they will increase at a rate to guarantee success. Having a large workforce to tame the wild land means everything. He plans to take his best warriors to sea with him and take whatever he wants. The Dean has said, he will never go to sea again.
Raymas thinks, no matter, he has learned all he needs to tame the sea and rule his men to the conquest of anyone who is unfortunate enough to fall in his path.
Raymas licks his lips at the thought of the death he will deal out whenever he wants.
The blood! He can have all he wants. Human blood is the best. Animal blood just does not measure up to the taste of human blood. It feeds his black, evil, soul.
He fells power that fuels his savage temper. It is the best when they convulse at his hands. Their dying spasms give him almost as much pleasure as his old Rea. In his mind he remembers the young girl from many months ago, the pleasure renewing in the thoughts of her last breaths. He thinks of his young granddaughter, her time is almost in.
It is almost time to create a new first warlock.
They set sail in the gig for the next inlet. Raymas thinks to himself,
What if I do not find a safe harbor? Rea’s whole plan depends on it. Or should I say my plans for the ship depend on it.
They sail on cruising close to the shoreline looking for access. He dreads the thought of giving up his ship and the freedom of having his own vessel. He can pilot his way anywhere. His lust for young women and death must be appeased. The Cult can only provide so much. As the years go by the needs grow.
Raymas sees an opening. He turns the gig into the small inlet.
If only it is deep enough, we will not know until we measure it. By the color of the water it looks deep.
They start taking depths. It is more than deep enough. The Dean gives a look of approval. This is it. The bay is narrow, a very small entry. It will be named Filucy Bay. If his sharp eyes had not seen the small inlet, it would be very fleeting indeed.
They start a fire after landing; more fresh meat and grog to celebrate the new find. He is so thankful for the anchorage. He orders a prayer to the dark one, their God, Satan, the giver of all. He prays earnestly. Now it is all set for his reign of terror. Now, it is his time. Rea will not leave the clan to go on sea voyages-He will be the master of all, with his rule supreme; No Rea to answer to; No waiting for this or that reason. He can kill whenever he wants. Yes, life is good. Sometimes you just have to plan, and think. If you do, things have to go your way.
Captain Raymas, It has a good sound to It. Raymas is lost in his evil dreams.

Later

Rea hears the bell sound.
Does it mean the gig has returned?
The bell sounds out again. She runs to look down the bay.
Yes, it is the gig.
She prays the journey is a success. The gig tacks its way slowly against the south wind. Rea yells out for the lesser ones. Once they are assembled, she orders a gathering and a feast, just in case it is good news.

After Tacking Against The Wind

All is in the ready as the men climb the cargo net into Raymas’s beloved ship. Rea runs up to her man. Raymas is all smiles. Yes, it is a success.
The hunting party has returned also with a large catch of game-five dear; many live rabbits, beaver and a few live coyotes. The live game-that is in the cages are a very welcome sight. Rea calls the leader, the only Swede in the group,
“Frits, what is your report? Are we safe to depart?”
Rea is sick of the confines of the ship. As always she is cautious. She will not go landward without an accounting.
“Is there any savages within?” Frits answers her,
“No, Queen Ruler. We saw nothing but game, not one footprint. We went all but five miles from the mainland. We are safe my Queen. I give you my leave,”
He says, as he bows and leaves. In distain, she dismisses him with a wave of her hand.


Later

All is set for landfall. Raymas and the Dean with a small crew will go to the moirage at the new harbor. The rest of the clan will go inward and pick sites for homesteads and also build a trail for travel to keep the clan united. Rea dreams of a village of her own with her lesser rulers all around her. Her own dynasty with her as its only monarch! The clan can only grow in this fertile land. The green of the land and the shades of deep blue in the water, along with the brilliant white of the sandy beach, make her crave the landfall scheduled for the morning’s light.



That Night

She must talk to Raymas,
What of the huge trees? We must have light.
The morning comes very slowly for Rea, she spends most of the night with spells and incantations for prosperity and then the excitement is too great for sleep. In her heart there is a constant prayer to Satan, the real ruler.

In The Morning

After first light, Rea and Raymas have a meeting for a planning of their next course of action. The wise man Dean is also there for breakfast, served by the handmaiden of the day. The small talk at the breakfast table is of course of Rea's concerns,
“Raymas, what shall we do of the big trees?”
“I must do a sea voyage for draft animals. I talked to Frits, he said, other than a few small clearings it is mostly huge old-growth trees some 10 to 15 feet through. It's good for lumber for our houses or for trade with our ship. But I must have large saws, and the biggest draft horses that I can find. We will just have to make do until I get back from my first voyage. I had hoped to settle near a sunny, river flat, but you have picked this dark overgrown peninsula.”
Rea gives the inferior man a sharp look. The Dean, a wise man, said,
“Frits, has told me of some large swamps. We have shovels and dynamite, we can make ditches to drain the swamps where the trees are smaller and fewer. It will make prime farmland until they return. We can fell the smaller trees on the sunny side for light, until we can deal with the larger trees.”
Rea feels so blessed to have Dean, the wise man. She must learn all of his ways before his death. She must ask for the old books, and the benefit of the last of these days for learning. She must pick a lively lad to learn, another wise man for the clan. Life is nothing but renewal. That is the cycle of life; death making way for life and growth; the beauty of the plan for life, a constant guide for her rule.
The landfall starts in earnest, with all three leaders stating out orders, all at the same time. Raymas has his list of invoices for his guide, his new trade items, staying. All else must go ashore with the other items, of his and the former owner of the ship. He plans to do business all the way east, on his return a stop in Columbia for leaves and captives; also the same in a small village in Mexico. Yes, the world is prime for Raymas to do his pickings. As the ship is being unloaded, Raymas sees a box with cocaine in big red letters.
“Dean, what is this?” Dean said,
“I heard of this in the East, when I was in New York City. They have a process to make the coca leaves stronger. They can do the same thing for the poppy. You can store it forever, and it's so much stronger.”
“How do you take it?”
“In many ways,” the Dean said, “they have a drink for the poppy. That's in this other box marked lauduam. You can inject it into your veins with a hypodermic needle”.
“Do you have any of those?” Raymas asked.
The Dean is also the doctor of the clan.
“Yes, it is part of my medical bag. I use the poppy for pain if I operate”.
“Why have we not been told of this? It could only help the rites.”
“It is very addictive you will do anything to have it, after you use it for a long time.” Raymas’s mind clamps on a grand idea for control-total control of the clan, no more dissension.
“Come with me Dean, we must meet with Rea on these matters. Bring your hypo and the drugs we shall try it to see what it is like. We may be able to use this for our plan of ultimate rule.”
“Rea Rea! You must hear of this, Tell her Dean.”
Rea’s evil, controlling mind immediately grasps the implications of this new development.
“Yes, this is great news.”
She would not have to work so hard for obedience. She would have it totally just with a drug in a needle. Rea is getting older, more as time wears on, this will free her to pursue other things. She had been thinking of a way without losing any control of the clan.
“We must try this, Dean do it to us.”
Raymas always liked taking the drugs. It does nothing more than feed his blood lust and add a pitch to his cruelty and his lust for violence.
This might be great for battle Dean must teach me to do this to myself.
The two rulers bared their arms to the wise old Dean.
Oh, well, Dean thought. It's not like I didn't tell them.
He had done it a few times, just out of curiosity. He could see how you could love it too much. The rush of pleasure is almost unbearable and pleasurable at the same time. He vowed to himself never to do it again. It is one of his best decisions. He readies the hypos. First the poppy, and then the cocaine, the doctor went to Raymas first.
“Oh, my” Raymas said, His head felt loose
His vision blurs his heart races. It feels so fine. Dean immediately injects the cocaine next. Raymas thinks his heart will beat out of his chest. He is so glad he is sitting down. He fells faint and giddy. He threw up on the floor.
Oh, no, Dean thought, I may have given him too much. Rea said to Dean,
“I don't want that much.”
Dean agreed and shot half of it onto the floor. Rea is scared after watching Raymas. He looks at her groggily out of glazed eyes, nodding back and forth.
“Will I be like that? “ The Dean answered, “I do not think so, although you are much smaller. He will revive more in a small time. This is the only way for you to know what it is like.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Dean does as he is told. She feels the rush of her blood and things become blurry. It is scary and so fine at the same time. Dean does her with the cocaine her heart leaps inside her and she feels like a climax.
It is like having sex, oh, no.
She climaxes without touching herself. Her crotch is all wet.
I can get used to this. I will do this as much as I can. This will do fine when Raymas is gone. I will not need a man. So much more of my time can go to my other pursuits.
She feels sick to her stomach, but it soon passes. Dean is well pleased. She did not become sick.
Now he knows her dosage if she wants more. He needs less for Raymas. He enters the dosages into his doctor’s book. He knows his rulers, their self-gratification, means all to the two. He knows they are already hooked on the strong drugs. He had warned them what it could do. It is not his fault. The Dean is tired and says goodnight to the two drug crazed rulers.
Raymas is starting to get a grip back on reality. He looks at his wife. Never has she looked so desirable! His manhood arises as he carries her to the nearby bed in the captain's berth. He undoes her dinner dress and puts his hand to her crotch. It is very moist. Her eyes are glazed, and she is moaning. He puts his hands to her breasts he cannot contain himself. He straddles her unaware form. He pushes hard and enters her. For the first time in their married lives, he uses her roughly.
I can get used to this, he thought to himself.
He hammers her as hard as he can. Rea becomes aware Raymas is using her in a most pleasurable way. It has never been so intense. She is coming again Raymas is at the verge.
Yes! Yes! Raymas climaxes at the same time as Rea.
It is so intense he thinks his heart will explode. Rea is in the same shape. The two collapse in a state of total waves of pleasure. They are spent beyond belief. After a rest, the love-fest continues.
They awake late in the next day. The clan has constructed a temporary cabin of logs and canvas for their rulers, as the loyal Clan, build them their permanent house. The clan members are housed in minor’s tents until they can do for themselves. Rea wants her residence in the village at the point of Devil’s Head, near the harbor, under the nose of the head of Longbranch. It is as it should be. Everything is in perfect order. She informs Raymas that they must have a yearly supply of the drugs and needles for the hypos. Absolute rule is not far away. The days are full of hard work. The clan becomes cantankerous and complaining. Raymas is planning to leave on the first voyage for the clan. It all depends on her rule. She has a fear of a revolt, because of all the hard work, and the uncertainty of life on the starting out days. After the crops and the plenty of the harvest, there will be security. But until then she needs a force to reckon with any kind of revolt. The lesser ones may find a sympathetic ear on these times. She is taking the drugs twice a day now. She can see the power in them. She is at the Dean's just as it wears off. She, hand-picks the strongest men left after Raymas’s pick of the best warriors. They are not the best but most of what are left, are women, and children and older men. She picks the most loyal and the strongest. She gathers her choices.
“You must all be accountable to me. You will rotate your work and guard me in your off, times. You will go to the Dean twice a day. He has medicine to make you stronger for your tasks. Frits, you will be the leader. Pick your shifts and report to the Dean. Also, I want you to take all of the guns and take them to the Dean. The hunters will come to you when they go out and give them back before they go home. He can lock them in his big chest. It is as large and as strong as a safe. Rea fells better.
They will be faithful slaves, or they will not get relief from the ravages of the drugs. I know they will do anything for the relief that is held in the drugs used in the blood. When Raymas comes home there will be enough for the whole clan. Then my rule will be absolute. The drugs will do all of the work. I can relax my driving force and keep my rule by the drugs and if I keep it all, even Raymas must bend to my will. I will search the ship on its return.
Even Raymas cannot hide from Rea with the black heart. Satan has done his evil magic with the wicked soul of Rea. She can see all deceit, in any others. With a soul and a will so evil and dark, she can see all evil, before it can ever have a chance to evolve. She smiles and prays to her God, before climbing into her safe warm bed of the evil.

THE SPRING RITE

The fire is hot-the moon was full. The high priestess of the Satanic Witchcult of Longbranch has finished with her long incantations and spells to correct the behavior and wrong thinking of the Bevis family. Rea cannot tolerate any dissension of the members of her clan. Thinking must be controlled by action. Her action! She must rule harshly and quickly at the drop of a hat. The whole dynasty depends on it. Wrong thinking cannot be allowed. She must increase the dosage of calam the mind control drugs of the ancients, out of the book of spells, handed down from one ruler to the next from mother to daughter throughout time immortal as long as the cult has been keeping a recorded history.


A Week Before

Marta said to Regius
“I cannot part with little May she is so precious and special. It's not right. They can pick another. We can do it next year. Can't you do something honey?”
“No! They will kill us all, are you crazy?”
Marta is frantic, grasping at straws. In a panic she tries a long shot.
“I can run off with little May. The Indians! You can say they took us away. I can find some of them out in the wild lands, way back in the woods. They will take her into their tribe. At least she will live.”
She, breaks down it is all too much for her. She is crying so hard, she faints. Regis catches her as she is falling down. Now he is frantic. He lays her on the bed in the small cabin they have all had made for themselves. He revives her, throwing a glass of water in her face. Marta comes out of it, slowly. Regis sees that his young wife is so distressed that it was threatening her life and sanity. Maybe it will work. With pleading eyes she looks him right in the eye and says,
“If you do not help us, I will never forgive you.”
Regis does not think he can ever forgive himself also.
“Marta, let us talk and think this over first.”
They conspire together to get their stories the same. The plan is set for the next morning. The full moon will be next week. They are to present the baby at the start of the Spring Rite. It is the baby's only chance.

Before

Rea is thinking she had seen the look of love in Marta’s eyes growing each week on her visits to their farm to check on the sacrifice to Satan.
A new life must be givin for the new spring.
It must all go smoothly, nothing must go wrong.
Their lives and the future of the clan must be assured with this sacrifice. Rea shouts out for Leah, her granddaughter and Raymas’s daughter.
“Leah, I will awake you at dawn each morning. You are to go to the Bevis Farm and stay hidden in the woods in front. But let no one see you going there, or hiding there. Do you understand?”
“Yes mother.”
All of the children of her blood call her mother. It is her right as the mother of her strain.
“Leah go now, and you know what will happen if you fail me.”
Yes she knows. Leah scrambles off to the hard work that makes up her young life.

A Week Later

“Mother Mother! She has gone off in the woods with the baby. I ran as fast as I can to tell you.” Rea said,
“You will be rewarded later. Now go!”
Rea has no time for her. She goes to the big bell on the hill next to her house. She grabs the rope and pulls in a fast rhythm. It is the alarm to the clan members to assemble. It is the emergency alarm. Everyone drops everything and run for their guns, ready for anything. The clan, all run to the bell and to their leaders. Raymas arrives first,
“What is wrong?” Rea replies,
“The, woman, has ran off with the baby. We need a search party. Find her now! If that baby is damaged it will not be a fit gift. There is no other one young enough. Do you understand?”
If anyone understood, Raymas does.
“She cannot have gone far. Do not worry.”
Everyone starts arriving asking what is wrong. Raymas says, “All of the men come with me. I will tell you on the way out. The rest of you go back to work. There is no emergency. We will all meet tonight and you will know all. Now come on men lets go.”
Rea calls for the other lady leaders, saying,
“We have work, to do.”
Rea is not just leaving this up to the men. She wants to hear it all and expose it all. They all must know and respect my power.
That is the way to rule.
They all go along in single file, down the new, twisty, uneven trail, as Rea leads the team of women. Rea pounds hard on the door yelling,
“Open now! It is time for you to give all!”
Regis is at the door. Rea looks inside and says,
“Ruth, grab the boy, that one. Take him out to the back of the house. Regis will tell us where she is first.”
Rea's evil mind already knows, but she must show her power. It means everything to her and to her ironclad rule of her clan.
“All right, Regis, we know she is gone, where is she?”
Regis knows he must convince them if they are to live. He knows what they can do. He has seen it all of his life. In fact it is a fact of his life. You must obey! Or else!
“The Indians, they caught her as she was walking the baby to the garden to get food for the day. We heard yelling and screaming. When I got there she and the baby were gone. I was afraid to leave in case they came back. I was just coming to ring the alarm as you came.”
“Stay where you are. Jane, watch him. The rest of you come with me. I want you to hear this.”
She walks up to the young boy, just 12 years old, a scared one at that.
“What did you see; you better tell me right now, where is your mother and the little one?” Crying, the little boy can hardly speak.
“My momma packed a bag and ran out in the woods and she was crying.”
“Do you hear that ladies? Now come on let us finish with Regis. They walk back. Regis you lied. The boy has told us.”
The poor man's dreams, all crash in as he breaks down all at once and drops to his knees begging them and franticly saying.
“Please have mercy! I have the other children they need both of us.” Rea says,
“You can raise them, but one child a month will come and live with me to be taught how to obey and follow our ways. You will take one of my daughters as a wife. She will report to me daily of you. If you make one more mistake you will be on the altar. Do you understand? You have disobeyed; your punishment will be tonight. Ladies bind him now!”
The children cry as the women led him off.
Rea says to Alice, her most trusted daughter.
“You will take over the Bevis Farm and lecture the children of the reasons to obey and instruct them in what happens to those who do not.”
This is the way to rule. Fear is the key to obedience. The key to power is, knowing all and thinking ahead, not trusting anyone or anything. The ladies, one is telling another saying how wise their queen Rea is. On hearing she dismisses them knowing they will tell them all of the power of Rea.


Out In The Woods

Raymas is beating the brush of Longbranch going away from Devils head towards the neck of the Peninsula, the only way out on foot. He fans the other men out to cover the width of the land from shore to shore. They are working in unison as a team to entrap. It is just a matter of time. The signal is a shot in the air. They are zigzagging their way one foot at a time, the other men also. They all know how to follow orders and work as a team. They are a tight nit clan-more than just family. The clan comes first-a person comes last. All must be given for the clan at a moment’s notice no excuse matters. All that matters is the clan and the bloodline of the future rulers. The blood must stay pure. Boom!
All right they found her, Raymas thinks.
They all know to go to the middle, the ends to the center to regroup. It is not long and they are almost all together. Raymas gives a last shot for the rest of the group to zero in on.
Marta is tied and a leather leash is around her neck. She is bruised up, with scratches all over, crying for her baby. The man who has found her is holding the infant in his arms.
“Let us start back men!” Raymas says, “Give me the baby Chuck.”
He must account for the baby's welfare. If someone drops the baby, it will be his fault in Rea's eyes. He does not want to incur her wrath. He does not know how far she will go with her anger. The clan will do anything she said. Even in regards to him. Even he lives in fear. She has absolute rule, He is only the lead warlock. They manage the finances, war and protection for the clan. But in the end, Rea has the last say. He shivers at the thought of her anger. He does as he is told, and that is that.
The men return to the village. The young mother cries and sobs the whole way, ranting and raving nonsense about her baby and the Indians taking her baby. It must have been too much for her. She does not know what is what.
Raymas feels sorry for her,
Some of the things we do to our own really bothers me. He hardens his heart. The night is going to be long. This is just the start.


In The Dark Of The Night

Rea is congratulating herself on her foresight in the situation and handling it in such a way as to show all of how strong a ruler they have. She smiles as she looks over at Marta she is tied to a stake with a huge heap of firewood at her feet. She looks scared and is as white as a sheet. Rea has done the right spells to make her a fitting sacrifice to Satan.
She is going to get everything she deserves. No one can do what she has done and get away with it. Satan comes first. They are all his and for him. One for him every now and then is not too much to ask. I would be proud to give all to Satan. But being who I am I must keep a tight rule or look what can happen. The clan will be lost, along with the ancient ways to worship Satan.
It is a huge responsibility. Yet she is up to it. She finishes the last chants of the spells. With arms held high up to the moon, she hands Raymas, the jewel encrusted cup and the matching razor-sharp dagger; it is the sign to start the bloodletting of the first sacrifice of the night. Raymas, in a black hooded robe like Rea’s with dagger and cup in hand, climbs the stack of firewood with the cup and the knife flashing the firelight to the encircled staring crowd awaiting the celebration to the new spring to their God Satan.
The whole next year depends on the success of this night. They all hold their breath as Raymas, with knife uplifted, brings the ceremonial dagger up to the wrong doing Martas throat. He pierces her jugular vein. The blood flows into the cup. Marta’s lifeblood is the catalyst to bring in the rites of, Spring. The rite flows just as the blood. The blood! It is always the blood. Everything starts with the blood and ends with the blood. With it comes the power. The spells have no power without the blood. The frightened woman cannot move-an image totally restrained.
The paralyzing drugs must be working fine.
Rea thinks to herself as she watches her husband do the blood Rite. She feels pride in herself and her strong man, who she rules with an iron, will. He will do anything she says, reveling in her own power her evil feeds her ego. Raymas carefully climbs down the firewood, not wanting to spill the valuable blood. They need it all. She will not allow a spill; he must be careful, or else! Rea thinks it is time to give her what she has earned for herself. She grabs a torch from a man in the crowd and quickly walks up to the dry firewood, lighting it ablaze. It takes off very fast as the south wind whips it up. Rigis and his family start sobbing as the young mother starts screaming and begging for her life.
Damn! Rea thought. The drug to freeze is not strong enough,
Screams! Marta’s screams break the quiet of the night. The flames lick into her legs; in a flash, they engulf her. It is one solid scream. Regis grabs a large rock and runs to his beloved wife to end her misery. He can stand it no more! Screams! The men in the crowd are fast to react. They grab him and toss him to the ground, than they stand on him, pinning him to the ground. The mother's children stand still and watch as she burns; crying their little eyes out, scared beyond belief. Terror is all they know. Their whole world is up in flames. She stops moving and, than there is no noise, but for the crackling of the fire. The smell of burning hair and flesh is all around. This is burned into the minds of the children and in the other children in the crowd; not to mention the adults. Rea grabs the opportunity,
It is time to make an impression.
“This is the only thing to be gained by disobedience. You must obey or else! She did not and now she is with Satan. He will know what to do with her. This is nothing compared to his displeasure. You must obey or else!”
Marta is nothing but a black pillar standing in coals by the time of the next part of the ceremony. The cup is on the sacrificial altar, Rea and Raymas in their black robes of power and authority with red sashes over there right shoulders advance to the altar. Rea walks over and opens the book of spells to start the Spring Rite for a good future with a bountiful crop and harvest. She makes incantations and chants that are the spells each follows with a drink of the cup, first Rea and then Raymas- the blood sealing the spells in the power of the blood-the rhythm of life in the power of death-Satan the executor of their existence and the purpose of their lives.
They are made only for him, without him they are nothing. The clan is all.
“Bring the feast for Satan!” Rea shouts out to the crowd, “Bring the baby!”
Only one month old the baby is crying for its mother. It is brought forward. Rea takes up the sacrifice knife. Raymas holds up the crying, infant by the ankles holding it up high for all to see. The moon is full; so huge, grinning, belligerently down at the ceremony. It is midnight. The moon is at its peak.
It is time. Rea kisses the bloody knife and presents it to Raymas, the wizard, sorcerer and, lead warlock of the satanic cult.
Satan needs a young life. The altar is made with a depression. Just for the Rites of spring. Raymas holds the upside down infant over the altar-the upside down cross on his chest is mimicking the scene. He waits as Rea does the last chants, as she holds her hands up to the full moon. The blood must flow now! The knife strikes swiftly. The head is severed at the first swipe. The blood flows into the basin. None can be lost. The basin can be lifted out to drain every last drop of the precious blood that is poured into the cup of life that they all live for and die for. It is the cycle of their life and fate. The little body is thrown onto the coals. Its still, form roasting along side of its mother, as the other members have their turns of the cup. A goat is standing at ready if needed. All must drink and eat. All must be consumed before the first light-the sacrifices actually bringing in the new spring inside the members of the cult.
Even the Beavis family must eat or else. Rea feels pride at her handling of Marta and the impressions made on her subjects.
They will obey. I will make sure. If I cannot watch, then others will,
She rival's in her own power as she looks around at the feasting and drinking. She must go and join in. That is her right, just another night of worship to Satan on the Longbranch Peninsula out on Devils head in the year of 1896.


THE BIRTH RITE

The spring rite is a huge success. The crops are thriving; the spells have been very well done. The sacrifices have been accepted by Satan. The next full moon is the Birth Rite. The new spring must be followed by the new births. One new birth of each animal species is expected for the Rite, the ones closest to the full moon that insures full power of the perpetual spells for good health and powerful animals.
Satan's power is all encompassing, when honored correctly. Rea knows what a huge responsibility it is to lead and nurture her growing clan. She is their leader and spiritual controller. She has access to the ancient books of spells. The book of life is the guide to Satan's power. The all-knowing ones-their lives have been given to praise and honor his gifts of power and prosperity. She must find the next gift to Satan. She must drink the gift of the poppy. It will lead her to the one to give her all for the cult and to their god of evil. Death will provide the way for life.
That is the way of the things of life, nature the second most important provider for the clan that shows the path to follow. What has to die for what to live, the natural evil providing the way for the gift of life-just like the cunning and conniving of the wily wolves, sneaking and sliding noiselessly up to their prey, only to pounce and devour. The clan must follow this guide of Satan's natural rule. Rea sees that it is her job to pick and choose the ones to use as the gifts. It is up to her cunning and the craft of her evil rule to dominate and guide her subjects onto the right path to the all-providing Satan, adding their evil onto his with the rites done to his glory. Yes, the poppy and the leaves of power will tell all. The dreams of the poppy and the power of the leaves are the stimulant and the calmer that add the fever to the feast- also to start the birthing rite for the next generation of the growing clan. She smiles, thinking of the orgy of faith letting chance provide the path of the first seed of spring made to do glory of the sustainer of all. The black robes and masks blocking out choice, letting chance rule the breading rite for fresh blood of the clan. It is a breath of fresh seed for the clan. The rest of the breeding is of the fathers to their own seed. It is the key to the rule of the clan. The bloodlines must stay pure except for the birthright. Rea looks forward to this rite. It is her time to be on the same level as her people. The breeding are a yearly treat for her as she jumps from one partner to another. The euphoria produced by the strong drugs drive the orgy to the very edge of ecstasy. Her desires stir just from her thoughts.
Raymas, will be told to service me tonight.
Driving her lust from her thoughts, she gets busy with her potions to provide insight into the choosing. Her guide to the one she must find-the one with the seed for Satan.
The water comes to a boil with the poppy and coca leaves and other herbs to guide her hunt. Like the Wolf, her thoughts will pounce on her victim-the evil that is provided from the father of all evil will show the way. The drugs are boiling at the prescribed heat to the timed rate of the right portions. It must be, perfect, inconsistencies can cause mistakes that can ruin the rite. Rea is very good at her craft as the potion cools. She starts chanting out the spells to find. She goes faithfully through the pages of the book of life from the old ones who knew all. At the last chant she drinks a pint of the brew. Now an hour to meditate on her find; two times more, and she will start her search for the seed. Even with the gifts the, clan is growing fast-the Rites to Satan providing good fortune for all. Death for life, it is the first rule. Rea knows where to start after her last meditation. She deals out the taret cards to help with the find. She is not surprised by the death card on the first flip. She knows that all ready. It does not feel right.
Why not the witch rods? It worked very well last year. Why not?
That is it as she recognizes that right feeling in her black heart. She does a spell over the witching rods. She takes up the two angled rods and walks outside to start the find. Her power must be strong and correct. A woman with new life will be bled for the blood of life to give power to the spells in the birthright. The rules of the clan ask for four lives a year. Not counting the lives of the young who are not of any importance.
As far as Rea fells it is an honor to give all to Satan for good life and fortune for the clan. She would do it in a heartbeat to further the clan and give all to the all-knowing God, Satan. She knows she must stay and guide the clan to prosperity in the proper worship to the power and glory of Satan.
The rods start pointing north. Rea starts the find. The rods start crossing and turning only to fix and point the way. She twists all around the village the she rules with an iron fist of solid determination dedicated to the showing of her absolute power and rule. The rods stop and point to the Helgerson farm.
Yes, Rea says to herself. Robert Helgerson and his wife, Holly, have four daughters. It must be one of the daughters that, is to be the gift of the birthright.
She will go to the mother and find the one that has not found her monthly duty. Rea glows in her power. She is true to her rule. She pounds loudly on the rough hand-sawed door shouting out,
“Open up! It is time to find and for one of you to give all!”
Holly opens the door as fear snaps into her eyes, she recognizes Rea at her door. She sees the rods in her hand. Now she knows what the words mean.
Oh no! It is time for the birthright. She must be here for Lisa.
How does she know she is with child? Even Robert does not know. The rods have done their evil magic work and brought death to her door. A cry of pain leaps out of her mouth. In anguish she says,
“What do you want Rea?”
“I want a gift for the feast of life. Tell me who it is, or you shall all suffer.”
Holly knowing Rea knows if she does not do her duty, her whole family will burn at the stake. She must obey.
“It is Lisa. She is with child.”
Lisa hears it all. She is hard at work churning butter with the fresh cream she and her sisters had just milked early this morning. A cold stab wounds her heart.
It is not fair. It is her firs