Tomb of Odin

Chapter 14

“You mean to tell me that she actually managed to find one of the generators?”

The woman asking the question was gaunt and small, her age long past seventy years. She was dressed in a pale brown jumpsuit that showed off her youthful shape and her hair was up in a gray bun that only reinforced her fierce and petulant countenance. A most hideous hag she was in personality, and not much less repulsive on sight. Her name was Beinta Dock and she was the current head of the Vril Society of present day.

“You know we cannot allow anyone outside our inner sanctum to have that item, right?” she shouted, her voice bending into a semi-hysterical screech. In her office in Stockholm she was feared by all her staff, even her own bodyguards. With her elongated old finger, she tapped the surface of the desk as she listened to what was a dire excuse on the telephone.

“That’s a lovely analogy, but I am not here for dogma. I am a goddamn scientist! There was a time not long ago when you were one too! Now you listen to me,” she growled as she leaned forward over her desk to speak softer, “you had better find a way to seal that site back up or there will be hell to pay!” Beinta slammed down the phone, her mouth twitching like a writhing knife wound from sheer discontent. The old woman could not believe that a member of the Black Sun would have the audacity to steal the technology her predecessors and consorts so carefully worked to perfect in the past century.

Before her sat one of her loyal colleagues, Hilda Kreuz — Vril Youth Society. The young woman had eyes like steel, not in color, but in intent. A genius and active chemical engineer, Hilda was an adept follower of Beinta Dock. She was as livid about the precious energy generator being obtained by a civilian. Although one of many, its properties were of a higher level of intelligence and not for the average human mind.

“Being the current captain of the ship, it is my burden to keep the world from discovering our unmatched technology and knowledge. Now the generator had been stolen!” she told her cold subordinate. “Oh, Hilda, I am gravely concerned that it might become public. If it should be analyzed, you know the governments of the world would harness the inexhaustible energy it produces, or worse yet, it would pass into the hands of just one country to rule others!”

Beinta’s eyes were bloodshot and brimming with anxiety about the matter that could expose her organization. Hilda gave it some thought and nodded in agreement.

“There is no doubt that such a catastrophe would cripple the entire global energy market in record time, even plunging the world into a premature third world war,” she added. “That level of destruction is imminent anyway.”

“But not at the expense of the Vril Society… and our hard-earned supremacy over the feeble intellect of the earth’s superpowers. Good God, the word itself is ludicrous!” she exclaimed.

When such a war would come, it had to be about monopoly and religion, not technology. That was reserved for the New Order that would come, the coming race that would subjugate the nations of the world with its infinite power over science and physics. So far the plan was running smoothly. Vril was a myth. The hollow Earth theory was just that and nothing more.

While the media, affiliate corporations, and selected governments were implementing organized terrorism through covert atrocities, the world population would be deceived and attention diverted. And it was successfully taking effect, just as the Second World War was a mere distraction while the clandestine Nazi societies could efficiently work on their pursuits. Genetic research and experiments in the unified field theory, among others, were sufficiently practiced while occult branches tested the powers of physics in conjunction with the instruction of ancient master beings waiting to reenter the world they used to govern.

Everywhere secret Nazi bases accumulated resources and wealth, building shelters for the Aryan race while waiting for the advent of the Fourth Reich. Beinta rose from her chair and walked to the window that overlooked the beautiful Swedish capital.

“Hitler was but a puppet to demonize and distract the masses. Now, in the year 2015, history is repeating itself under the guise of social media and the doctrines of celebrity,” she said.

“But it is working well in our favor!” Hilda reminded her superior. “Acts of terrorism are exceedingly easy to perpetrate by governments to conform and sway the masses now. Guilt induced by religion had adequately brainwashed citizens to fear questioning the most illogical of acts, for fear that they be chastised…” she smiled, “by the faithful followers of belligerent gods, that members of each faction believe love them. Why would a deity bother to reward a lesser being for devotion? The world is beautifully divided and the best trick is that it has become so for ideologies that were devised by callous parties for precisely that reason.”

“At least the Aryans knew that Odin existed as a man, walking the earth. We can serve a god who employed the very wisdom and interdimensional trickery the world has not even mastered in the present! Imagine killing in the name of a god that was created solely to turn you into a pawn, or dying for a god thought up by your own enemy, only because you did not have the courage to question the undeniable contradictions,” Beinta gawked. Her actions were not from condescension but of sincere disbelief.

“I know. But it is good for us that they are so engrossed in the mundane and cretinous doings of worthless morons on pedestals, worshiped by influential idiots on pedestals, that they are blind to what is coming,” Hilda smiled.

“Yes, I agree. And that is why they cannot have that generator, Hilda,” the old leader impressed on her underling.

“And on that note,” Hilda said, as she got up and ceremoniously patted her Parabellum, “I have a Scotsman to hunt.”