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I took the transonic mezuzah from my pocket whilst Millie Drake and I entered Amity Regional High School (having utilised my escape artist skills to unlock the door) there in the Connecticut town known as Orange, then using the device to scan the area from the vestibule.

“By the Triple Star!” I swore upon glancing at the resultant readings. “Our equipment back at NYC headquarters was indeed correct. This school building is absolutely infested with demonic entities!”

I was clad in my usual finery that day, including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, panama hat, Star of David necklace, and one of my favourite opera capes.

My companion, known as Miss Millie Drake, is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect with luxurious chestnut hair, enchanting violet eyes, and a sun-kissed complexion. The lilac-hued dress she wore only served to highlight her slender figure.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Millie. “Well, it’s good that it’s summertime and school isn’t in session so we can investigate and do an exorcism!”

“Quite right, my dear Mills,” I agreed. “Of course, Amity Regional High School has not been quite the same since that mass shooting here two semesters ago, hmmm? The shooter killed twenty-six people; twenty-four students and two staff members, using an assault rifle he had obtained at the local Milmart department store. He was himself a disgruntled student, and his internet history showed an interest in the occult and devil-worship. He was then shot and killed by the police.”

“That’s why the demonic things were attracted?” queried my companion. “Especially so, I mean. I know they're often drawn to violence and suffering.”

“Indeed they are,” I pondered. “What are known as ‘demons’ are actually, as you know, the psychic remains of certain ancient extraterrestrials; Shedim, Cacodemons, Shaitans, Maskim, and the like. Now you see, much concerning this case was under-reported by the news media -- at the request of local politicians, I might add. There were certain aspects of it that would have been particularly concerning and indeed quite troubling to the public, and…”

“My goodness, Daniel!” Millie cried. “Look at that!”

I looked up to see what had so startled my companion and beheld an horror. It was an hovering mass of ebon black energy floating down the school corridor -- directly to-wards us!

I started to raise my mezuzah against the demonic force, but it then just vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“That was just an echo,” I said, returning the device safely to my pocket. “The full demonic manifestation will be centred in the classroom where the shooting occurred, and will be much more powerful!”

We then continued our investigative course down the school corridor.

“So Daniel,” said Millie Drake, “you said there was something about this case that would have overly troubled the public. What was it, the occult connections?”

“Not only that, love,” I opined. “There was something else, an element that would have exposed a certain aspect of such tragedies that is little understood by most humans. It was something that made it necessary to ban the security camera footage -- even beyond the sickening carnage it showed -- from the sight of the public. You see, in incidents like this school shooting it is not only the perpetrators that are culpable, it is also the victims. Now, allow me to explain. The cycle of violence leading to such horrors issues from the problems of a modern culture in which young people are sadly devalued as human beings. It is a culture that exploits the beauty of youth -- in fashion and advertising and entertainment -- whilst at the same time limiting their freedom to an extreme degree, hmmm? Teenagers are continuously told that they are not adults, even though biology says otherwise. They are told to whom they can talk, where they can go, and what they can do. Industries control the music they listen to, the films and television programmes they watch, the internet sites they can access, and so on. Most tragically of all, they are told who they can love. It is for these reasons that the rate of severe depression, self-harm, eating disorders, illicit drug use, and even suicide is so hideously high amongst teens. Due to the abuse they endure daily from the crypto-fascist forces of adult society, they have decided they just want to die. They see it ultimately as the only way out of an existence that offers them no hope but to eventually ‘grow up’ and become part of the system. Ah, here we are!”

Millie and I had arrived at the door of the classroom in which the massacre had occurred. We opened the door and entered. All signs of the tragedy had of course been scrubbed away, and what we beheld was a normal-appearing secondary schoolroom, with a chalk board at the front, a series of desks and chairs in the middle, and a larger teacher’s desk in the back. Along the side were a few shelves on which were graphic novels that the kind instructor allowed the students to peruse if they finished their work early.

Then all hell broke loose.

We were suddenly surrounded by noise. It was a sound like unto a mixture of baying hounds, screaming victims of torture, and the feral growls of predatory beasts. The horrid noise was amplified beyond the level of anything in physical existence.

With this was a visionary horror, far larger than the black shape we had previously seen. It filled the room and hid all else from us, and was blacker black than black can ever be, a swirling mass of darksome evil inhabited by repulsive sights of writhing tentacles and dripping slime. It whorled about us like unto a cyclone of satanic fear.

I started to reach into my pocket for the transonic mezuzah, but was suddenly prevented from this by one of the phantasmagorical tentacles, which shot out and slapped both Millie and me to the floor!

Do you see the horror, forsooth the extreme terror of this situation, my dear friends and most devoted readers? There we were, the lovely Millie Drake and myself -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, Knight of the Eternal Spires. There we were, investigating the demon-infested crime scene of Amity Regional High School in the town of Orange, Connecticut. There we were -- having been knocked off our feet by a gigantic conglomeration of darksome demoniacal entities that even now was threatening to attack us further!

“Daniel, what can we do?!” screamed Millie.

“Stay strong, Mills,” I encouraged her. “The purpose of the demonic force is to discourage us; to make us doubt and give up.”

As I spoke, I only just managed to pull the mezuzah from my pocket and to hold it aloft.

“Shema Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad!” I invoked whilst activating a whirring stream of power from the device. “Hear, O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is one! Blessed is the name of his glorious kingdom forever and ever!”

With this, the horrid sounds rose up in pitch for a few seconds. Then, with a shudder that caused the entire classroom to shake, the horrible conglomeration of demonic entities vanished.

I looked around the room. All was now quiet. All was now normal.

I stood up and helped Millie Drake to her feet.

“Are you all right, love?” I enquired concernedly.

“Yes, I’m okay now,” she said. “Has the demon force been completely exorcised?”

I did a scan of the area before returning the sonic mezuzah to my jacket pocket.

“Quite so,” I said, brushing myself off with my handkerchief. “The exorcism frequency, coupled with my recitation of the ‘Shema’ prayer, served to banish the infernal forces. They have gone to the inter-dimensional ‘hell’ created by the Watchers of Algol as a prison for certain ancient evils, and will trouble this schoolhouse no more. Our work here is done.”

“So Daniel,” said Millie. “You were going to tell me more about why the public wasn’t allowed to see the security footage, right?”

“The main reason the security video was not shown to the public,” said I as we left the school building to return to our waiting car, “was because of what happened when one of the victims was threatened. It was a teenage girl -- her name was Aislynn Morantz -- who said something before the shooter blew her to bits with his assault rifle; something that serves to illustrate what I have told you today about how everyone involved in such shootings -- both the perpetrators and the victims -- are culpable. This due to the disparity of modern life for young people, hmmm? Several witnesses corroborated what they had heard her say, but they were asked to stay quiet about it. When the shooter pointed the gun at the girl, she just looked directly at him and said, ‘Shoot. Shoot me if you want. I don’t care. It’s not like this life is worth living anyway’.”

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

THE PLANET PIRATE

Miss Millie Drake had just gone out to the Safeway grocery store that morning. Little did she know that, during her shopping, she would suddenly be called away from Earth and transported across the Galaxy by the Kosmikos, that secret service organisation of her people, the legendary Watchers of the Daemon-Star Algol. She found herself on the surface of a strange planet, its large red sun hanging in the sky. There was a plain of silver grass around her, and she was standing just outside what appeared to be a major city.

Millie is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect with luxurious chestnut hair, enchanting violet eyes, and a sun-kissed complexion. The royal blue dress she wore only served to highlight her slender athletic figure.

As she entered the alien city, Millie Drake found the details of her mission being transmitted directly into her brain by the Watchers. The planet to which she had been assigned was called Tamara, and the people of its Earth-like civilisation had been harassed of late by a Space-faring pirate and bandit known as Captain Krum who, along with his crew of brigands, had regularly visited the planet in order to raid its resources and molest its citizens.

The reason that Millie, though still just a junior operative of the Kosmikos, had been chosen for the assignment was due to a prophecy found amongst the ancient religious texts of Tamara; a prophecy speaking of a figure entitled “The Future Girl” who would one day arrive from parts unknown in order to save that world from an unspecified but horrific threat. This bit of subterfuge fits perfectly with the official policies of the Algolites, an incredibly advanced race who officially only use their Time and Space travel abilities for purposes of research.

When Millie entered the city she noticed that, despite their apparent knowledge of the existence of life beyond their planet, the society of Tamara was a decidedly medieval one. In the large town square was displayed a sort of heraldic crest of the ruling family of the planet; a monument that was centred around an elegant steel sword.

The people of the city, human in appearance, paid no undue attention to Millie, save for a few who glanced harmlessly to admire her beauty. They were a respectful race, used to the societal restraints of class distinction, and recognising in Millie Drake a lady of the highest type.

It is due to this that the general panic which broke out amongst the citizens when the threat then appeared was all the more poignant. The rocket-ship was seen soon after it entered the atmosphere. It was painted pitch black and decorated with a silver emblem like unto a dragon curled around a mountain of skulls. Its engine roared as it approached.

“My goodness,” exclaimed Millie Drake, “it’s the pirate ship!”

The rocket landed directly in the centre of the town square. Its hatchway door opened and several figures stepped forth from it. They were all humanoid, or just about (one of them had a tar-black tentacle where an arm should have been), clad in exactly the type of clothing Millie had seen “pirates” wear in old Hollywood films. Their leader was a very tall, heavily muscled man with a long black moustache and a cruel cutlass on his leathern belt. He strode across the square, his boots echoing on the stone pavement.

“I’m Captain Krum,” he announced, his voice rough but commanding. “Your riches and your women belong to me and my crew. If you try to resist we will cut you all down -- without mercy!”

Millie Drake stepped forth and set her violet eyes directly on the huge pirate.

"No,” she said. “You will not ransack this planet or assault its citizens. I will not allow it.”

“What is this?” laughed Krum the Pirate. “Are the people of Tamara sending little girls against us now? Still, she is right comely and would make me a good profit on the outer-rim pleasure planets. What is your name, child?”

“I am Mistress Millie Drake of the Algolite Kosmikos,” Millie continued bravely. “You are warned to leave here immediately and never to return.”

“You are starting to try my patience, child,” growled Krum. “It looks like you need to be taught a lesson.”

With this, the pirate began to loom forth to-wards Millie Drake, his massive hands outreached to her. Nevertheless, just before he reached her, the young lady let forth with a roundabout kung fu kick that hit Captain Krum right in his midsection.

“By the Star Dragon’s beard!” bellowed the pirate, attempting to hide the pain he felt. “I’ve had enough of you, girlie!”

Krum then drew his cutlass and began to creep back to-wards Millie. Before he reached her, she jumped over and pulled the sword from the crest in the middle of the town square, then holding it out before her in an expert defensive posture.

Captain Krum’s crew was surrounding the area, with the citizens of Tamara watching from farther away. Neither dared approach too closely to the pair of oddly-matched combatants.

“You’re going to regret this, little one,” Krum sneered. “Nobody disrespects me and lives!”

With this pronouncement, the huge pirate captain rushed directly at Millie Drake, his flashing cutlass raised for the kill!

Do you understand the terror, forsooth the unspeakable horror of this situation, dear friends and readers? There she was, the lovely Miss Millie Drake, secret agent of the Watchers of Algol. There she was, on a covert mission to the distant planet Tamara. There she was, facing the evil Captain Krum the Pirate in armed combat as part of her assignment to save the planet from his horrid raids. There she was -- in a violent conflict with the terrible Space buccaneer that only one of them would survive!

“You can’t insult me and live, little girl!” repeated the vicious pirate. “You will regret this, but only for the few seconds of life you have left!”

Millie Drake’s sword met the cruel cutlass of the piratical Space captain, the clash of steel ringing out loudly across the city square. Soon the combat was in earnest, as the giant pirate continued to attempt using his weapon against the young lady’s tender flesh, only to be met with her lightning-fast defence and surprising strength.

Within a few moments, it was obvious that Krum was losing his confidence, but his pride prevented him from withdrawing until, after he missed Millie completely with an attempted blow of his cutlass, she let forth with a swing of her sword that ripped open his shirt completely from one side to the other.

Captain Krum looked down, and an expression of fear entered his dark eyes for the first time, when he noticed that it would only have taken a mere fraction of distance for the girl’s sword to have similarly ripped open his torso.

Krum stepped backwards and looked at Millie Drake. After one tense moment passed, he then suddenly turned away and ran at full speed back to his waiting spaceship, his crew quickly following his lead.

“Of course,” mused Millie, returning the sword to its display. “Like bullies everywhere, he’s a coward. All it took is for someone to challenge him.”

The rocket took off, heading at high speed away from the planet. Then it suddenly shuddered and sparked, standing still for one moment high up above with a noise like an high-pitched whine -- before it then exploded into a conflagration of flame that soon was dispersed by the high winds of the environment.

Millie Drake spoke, “Gosh, they were in such a hurry to leave they tried to activate their Space-warp engine while still in the atmosphere!”

Then the people of Tamara rejoiced, praising “The Future Girl” who had appeared, as the old prophecy had predicted, and saved them from the terror of piracy. A celebration was held in the city, a celebration that became all the more festive when the guest of honour suddenly vanished (thus proving to their beliefs her supernatural status). With her assignment now complete, Millie Drake had been returned to her usual Earth headquarters by the Watchers of Algol.

For countless generations after this, a glistening white marble statue has stood in the town square of that capital city of the planet Tamara, right next to the crest of the ruling family; a statue that was specially commissioned and carved to commemorate the day when the people had been delivered from the horrid thief and freebooter known to infamy as Captain Krum the Pirate. It is a statue of a beautiful young lady, petite and perfect and holding a sword aloft in victory. It is a statue of Miss Millie Drake -- The Future Girl!

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

LOVE HAPPY

“Seaside Casino and Hotel,” said I. “The newest addition to Atlantic City’s boardwalk attractions, hmmm? The glass sides of it are made to reflect the ocean and sky so that they resemble waves.”

“It does look nice,” said Millie Drake. “So this is where the strange energy reading was detected by our instruments back at NYC HQ?”

“Quite so, my dear Mills,” I affirmed. “Quite so. It was an energy signature showing that someone is using the establishment as a place to summon demons!”

I was clad in my usual finery as we stood on the AC boardwalk outside the huge casino building that day; including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, sunspecs, panama hat, and one of my favourite opera capes.

My companion, known as Miss Millie Drake, is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect with luxurious chestnut hair, enchanting violet eyes, and a sun kissed complexion. The flowered minidress she wore only served to highlight her slender figure.

We entered the building and began to explore the casino area. It was late in the year, past the usual tourist season, yet the casino was still packed with patrons gambling at the tables and slot machines. The speaker system played 1980s style pop music.

When we had entered a rather secluded back corridor, I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a golden cylindrical object on which was some Hebrew lettering, then using it to scan the area.

“By the Eternal Stars!” I swore upon reading the resultant information. “According to the transonic mezuzah, the energy here is that of the demon Asmodeus!”

“Oh my gosh!” Millie replied. “We faced that demon before, didn’t we? When it was possessing that boy!”

“Indeed so,” I confirmed whilst returning the transonic device to my pocket. “That was however a comparatively minor manifestation of Asmodeus -- the very king of demons according to Jewish legend. He is the most powerful of the shedim or jinn, and is said to be the ancient offspring of an human female and a ‘fallen angel’; the latter actually being an alien from the Andromeda Galaxy. As you know, many of what Earthling lore refers to as ‘demons’ are actually the psychic remains of prehistoric extraterrestrials.”

“We’ve got to find out who summoned it and stop them!”

“Quite so, love. Asmodeus is an hideously dangerous force, and if we…”

I broke off my speech when I noticed a new terror. It was a glint of steel that showed me a knife had been thrown from the shadows at the far end of the corridor -- a knife that was heading directly for Millie’s heart!

It was only my superior Algolite speed and reflexes that allowed me to save my companion from the blade. I reached out and moved her away from it just in time. The knife stuck in the plaster wall just behind her.

“Daniel, what happened?” queried Millie.

“That did, my dear,” I said, indicating the still quivering knife.

“Oh my goodness! Someone is trying to kill me!

“So it appears, and someone with quite a bit of expertise in assassination, hmmm?”

I peered down the corridor and saw that it was deserted. Whomever had thrown the knife had quickly absconded to some hiding place.

“Daniel,” said my companion, “do you think it could be…?”

“Now now, Millie,” I admonished, twiddling my frills. “Let us not speculate before we have all the facts. We must continue to investigate, and not be turned from our purpose of stopping the horrid act of black magic that is attempting to bring the demon Asmodeus back to this world!”

We accordingly continued down the corridor, and came to a doorway in its shadowy far end. It was unlocked and we cautiously entered, finding ourselves in a large chamber lit by rows of black candles. In its centre was a large satanic altar, draped in black cloth on which was embroidered an inverted pentagram. Around the altar played sparks of ebon black energy.

At the far end of the chamber, behind the hideous altar of demonic horror, stood two figures; one a man in a black vestment robe marked with a symbol as of three intertwined inverted triangles, the other a young girl.

The man appeared to be of middle years, his face still showing signs of handsome distinction despite being marked by lifetimes of extreme unholy evil. His hair was long and dark, and his visage decorated with a thin moustache and goatee. Most of all, his pale eyes shone with an absolute hypnotic glare.

The girl next to him was an insanely voluptuous teen brunette with luminous blue-green eyes and a mouth painted like an inviting scarlet gash. She was wearing only a black bikini top and miniskirt, along with spiked heels that made her look much taller than she actually was. She eyed me lustfully as Millie and I approached.

Of course, I recognised the man as my oldest and greatest enemy -- the renegade Algolite who has become the most dangerous criminal in all of Time and Space -- and the girl as his whorish offspring.

“Don Wingus,” I said. “I should have known. It is you who has been performing the demonic summoning, and your daughter Anastasia here who attempted to murder Millie, hmmm? Stacy’s obsession with knives is well-known.”

“Rumanos, you love happy old creep,” replied Don Wingus, his voice a mad mockery. “Once again you are here to interfere with my affairs. You will not succeed, for I have obtained much information from the various Satanic cults that have become absorbed into my Spectral Paranormal network. It is information I have used to perform the summoning. It is the most powerful summoning ever achieved since the time of King Solomon. It is the summoning of the king of demons, the spirit of lust and greed, the mighty Asmodeus!!”

“Daniel, look,” whispered Millie to me. “The dark energy is growing stronger!”

In sooth, as the black demonic power had indeed greatly increased. It began to swirl about the room, accompanied by an odour like unto excrement and cheap perfume, and a noise like unto the howling of countless infernal curs.

“Wingus, you must stop this madness immediately!” I charged whilst reaching into my pocket. “For quite a while now there has been a murmur in the occult underground that some supreme demonic conjuring was in the works. So this is it, hmmm? Asmodeus. Even you cannot hope to control that abomination. He is pure chaos beyond all sane reckoning. If you will not cease from this insanity, then I shall stop you!”

I raised the transonic mezuzah and was about to activate it when a sudden surge of the darksome energy hit my arm, sending the device flying across the room to hit the floor some metres distant.

“Do you now see, Rumanos?” said Don Wingus with a mad chuckle. “Your attempts to stop me shall avail you nothing. The power of Asmodeus the Destroyer is mine, and I shall use it to establish my kingdom over this world and others -- after I have put your meddling ways to an end!”

“We detected that you have repaired your DiTraS,” said I. "You used the Liddelium from the Leknii crash site, along with the power you gained from the Sceptre of Zeus, hmmm? You intend to use it to travel to other planets after you have conquered Earth!”

(DiTraS [“DYE-tress”]: Dimensional Transport Sphere; the combination Spaceship/Time-machine used by our people, the Watchers of Algol.)

“Indeed, Rumanos,” confirmed the evil Algolite. “I will be master of all Time and Space!”

Then, before we could further react, the evil energy suddenly rushed in force directly at Millie Drake and me, sending us careening backwards in uncontrolled response to its awful power!!

I must ask you, my most appreciated readers, if you can even begin to comprehend the total horror, forsooth the complete and utter terror of what we were then experiencing. There we were, the lovely Millie Drake and me -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos -- in that strange backroom of the Seaside Casino and Hotel in Atlantic City, New Jersey. There we were, facing the insanely evil Don Wingus and his slatternly daughter Anastasia. There we were, as the occult criminal released the full force of the mighty demon Asmodeus upon us -- the very same force he intended to use in his bid to become supreme monarch of the entire Universe!

“The power of Asmodeus is mine!” repeated the wicked Don Wingus amidst peals of his wicked laughter. “The power of the king of demons is mine, and I shall use it to destroy you and your friend -- after which I shall go on to utilise it to aid me in becoming ruler of countless worlds!”

The awesome power of the demonic force continued to whirl about Millie and me, the noise and odours accompanied now by visions of an huge demoniacal creature with three heads -- one as unto a man, one a ram, and one a donkey. It had legs like a rooster and several slithering serpents for tails, and was seated upon a throne of darkness, surrounded by flames and debased human creatures deep in the throes of an orgy of unholy perverted lust.

In the midst of this horror, Millie Drake and I experienced  pain beyond imagining; not simply a physical pain but a deep depression of the type that can only be brought about by demonic influence.

“Daniel…” gasped my companion. “It hurts so much. I don’t think… I don’t think I can stand it…”

“Fight it, my dear Millie,” I encouraged, my hand reaching and taking hers. “Fight it. We must resist and find a way to stop this ungodly madness!”

“It is time for you to die, Rumanos!” exulted Don Wingus. “Die and be gone forever! Die, and I shall go on to take my rightful place as king over this planet -- and then of all Time and Space!”

“Father,” suddenly spoke Anastasia Wingus. “Father, please don’t do this. Please don’t kill Doctor Rumanos. You know I like him! Let him stay so I can have him when you become king of everything, okay? Please do that for me, father! Will you? Please?!”

“Stacy, you idiotic trollop!” bellowed Don Wingus in outrage whilst striking his daughter hard across the face. “I have told you that I am sick and tired of your continued obsession with that ridiculous old Rumanos! I will not tolerate it, do you hear?!”

At this point, the Asmodeus energy had started to reverse its course -- moving away from Millie and me and heading in stead directly to-wards Don Wingus.

“Daniel," said Millie, “look at what’s happening!”

“Quite so,” I affirmed. “Anastasia’s distraction of her evil father has caused him to lose his control of the Asmodeus power.”

The energy then hit Don Wingus and Stacy. It hit them with its full demoniacal force.

“What!” the villain exclaimed in fear as the energy began to surround him. “No! you cannot do this to me! I am Magister Don Wingus of Algol! I summoned you! I am the rightful ruler of all! I… I… !”

Wingus then  went silent, overcome by the horror. All that remained was the swirling energy of the demon. By now, I had retrieved the transonic mezuzah and, aiming the now activated device to-wards the satanic power, I said the words of invocation:

“Ol sonuf vaoresaji gohu IAD balata! 'I reign over you,' says the God of Justice!”

With this, after a moment in which we heard the sound of screams as of the noise of millions of damned souls, the demonic energy vanished.

I looked around the room. All was now quiet, and there was no trace of Don Wingus or his daughter.

“The evil is gone,” I announced, returning the device to my pocket. “The Enochian invocation coupled with the mezuzah exorcised it, along with Wingus and Stacy. The demon has taken them to its own inter-dimensional hell, where they will serve out their sentence. Are you all right, Millie?”

“Yes, I’m okay,” she replied. “So Don Wingus is gone, but what about his DiTraS?”

“Every DiTraS travel machine is psychically linked to the Algolite who pilots it,” I explained. “Without the presence of Wingus in this reality, it will be disabled. The Absolute Convention of the Watchers can easily trace it and recall it to Daemonia for deregistration.”

“Well that’s good!” said my companion. “

“An odd thing,” I pondered. “Don Wingus engendered his daughter on a Russian woman named Diane Rizak. So Stacy Wingus was an alien-human hybrid just like Asmodeus. Poetic justice, I suppose, that she would aid in exorcising the demon, hmmm?”

“That is interesting, Daniel!” agreed Millie Drake.

“Well, my dear,” said I as we began our exit of the Seaside Casino and Hotel, “our work here is done and the evil is banished. We shall leave the cleanup of this now harmless devil-worship debris to the hotel staff, hmmm? It will give them something interesting to talk about for a change. As for you and me, let us find a local establishment where I am certain that we can get some excellent pizza. After all, this is the Jersey Shore!”

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

SOUTH OF THE BORDER

“His name is Kevyn Matthews,” said I. “He is not of Hispanic descent, but somehow became obsessed with Mexican cuisine whilst attending cooking school. His restaurant is called ‘South of the Border’ and is located in the basement of a private hotel in Greenwich Village, hmmm?”

“And that’s where the strange energy readings were detected as coming from by our instruments at HQ?” queried Millie Drake.

“Quite so, love,” I confirmed. “The readings seem to be of the type associated with the Aztec god of darkness known as Tezcatlipoca!”

Driving my specially-modified Edwardian roadster (affectionately known as “Lizzie”) into the outskirts of the artsy bohemian lower Manhattan neighbourhood, I was clad in my usual finery; including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, panama hat, Star of David necklace, and one of my favourite opera capes.

In the passenger seat was my assistant -- known as Miss Millie Drake -- an exceedingly attractive young lady with luxurious chestnut hair, lovely violet eyes, and sun-kissed skin. The pink dress she wore served to highlight her slender figure.

“I wish Kit-10 could have come with us tonight,” said Millie.

“I also miss the presence of our robotic feline friend,” I admitted, “but she has become increasingly busy keeping our systems updated at headquarters. I suppose we could say she has become more of a ‘house cat’, or perhaps I should say ‘home computer’.”

Millie giggled at my joke but then became serious, “So Daniel, what about this Mexican god? What is it really?”

“Tezcatlipoca is a thought form created by the generations of Aztec priests and others who worshipped the concepts he represents with horrid ceremonies of human sacrifice. Although not actually a ‘god’, of course, he is an incredibly powerful force. If someone has succeeded in calling forth his eldritch powers, we need to stop such an outrage before it becomes a danger to the area -- or perhaps the entire world!”

By now, I had parked the car at the corner on which was found The Village Inn, and we saw the sign for the ‘South of the Border’ restaurant housed in its basement. Strangely, only dim lighting seemed to be shining from the establishment, although we were there during its advertised business hours.

“Be cautious, my dear Mills,” I cautioned as walked down the small flight of stone steps leading to the restaurant. “We know not what horrors may lurk in…”

“Oh my gosh, Daniel!” suddenly screamed Millie Drake. “Look out!”

I looked up to see what had so frightened my companion and beheld an horror indeed. It was like unto a mass of shining black light, drifting upwards from the bottom of the restaurant steps -- directly to-wards us!

Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the phantasm vanished.

“What was that, Daniel?” asked Millie.

I took an object from the pocket of my jacket. It was a golden cylinder on which was some Hebrew lettering.

“The transonic mezuzah,” said I, using it to scan the area. “It is a bit of an upgrade from my old device, hmmm?”

“I love it!” cheered Millie. “What does it say?”

“Hmmm,” I pondered upon looking at the resultant readings before returning the instrument to my pocket. “It appears that energy burst was indeed of the type associated with the Aztec god Tezcatlipoca, albeit in a condensed form. It was only a warning. If the actual force of the dark spirit has been evoked here, we shall have to face a much more horrific manifestation.”

We continued on into the restaurant. The décor was stereotypically “Mexican”, with huge hats and donkeys and old tequila bottles (unfortunately empty), along with other such gewgaws.

“By the Triple Star!” I swore. “If this place is not condemned for conjuring dark deities, it should be so for cultural insensitivity, hmmm?”

“You’re right!” agreed Millie. “How can they get away with this these days? I thought…”

At that very moment, we were interrupted by a man walking out from the back room of the otherwise deserted restaurant. He was perhaps nearly fifty years of age and of mixed African-American descent, and wore a white chef's hat and uniform. He was also, as was evident from his gait, obviously of homosexual proclivities.

“Oh look at this,” he lisped. “It’s Doctor Rumanos and his almost-jailbait ‘plus one’. Can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve heard stories of your meddling ways.”

“We are here for an important reason, Matthews,” I countered, ignoring his taunts. “Your apparent evocations of the powers of Tezcatlipoca are unspeakably dangerous. Doing such things can release chaos upon the world. You must cease from committing this outrage immediately.”

“No, I won’t. I have called forth the great Tezcatlipoca and his power is mine. I will use it, once the proper sacrifices have been performed, to make myself the most famous chef in the world!”

Millie spoke, “That doesn’t make any sense. How did you summon an Aztec god anyway?”

“Through that,” replied Kevyn Matthews, who lifted his hand to point at something upon the far wall of the restaurant. “I found it in an antique shop just before I took my final exam to become a chef, and heard the sound of Tezcatlipoca calling me from it.”

We looked and beheld the object at which he pointed. It was an incredibly old mirror, black in colour, with strange wisps of ebon energy playing about it.

“By the Eternal Spires!” I swore. “That old looking glass is made of obsidian and could indeed be of Mesoamerican origin. The native priests used such things in a form of scrying to know the will of their ‘gods’.”

“Correct, Doctor,” said Matthews, “and I now am the great modern priest of the mighty Tezcatlipoca, as you’ll now see!”

I reached into my pocket and retrieved the transonic mezuzah, raising it to point at Kevyn Matthews.

Matthews screeched, “There will be none of your Israeli colonist sorcery, Doctor! Only the power of Tezcatlipoca will be supreme!’

With this pronouncement, the strange black energy suddenly increased an hundredfold, and the restaurant was filled with the darkling ebon horror of its swirling demonic presence, accompanied with a noise like unto an horrid savage chanting. The resultant vibration sent the transonic flying from my hand. I heard it clatter to the floor some metres distant.

“You will have the honour of being the first of many to die in the new worship of my dark god!” said the villain amongst his own insane laughter. “Feel his power, Doctor, as it takes the very life from you and your little lady friend!”

With this, and before Millie and I could further react, the full force of the glossy black energy surged directly to-wards us!

I must now enquire of you, my dear friends and most appreciated readers, if you can understand the total abject horror, forsooth the extreme unhallowed terror of what we were then experiencing, there at the strange Greenwich Village restaurant known to eternal infamy as “South of the Border”. Can you recognise and comprehend the complete unholy grotesqueness of this? There we were, the lovely Millie Drake and me -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, extraterrestrial espionage agent -- facing the bizarre restaurant owner and chef by the name of Kevyn Matthews. There we were, as the phantasmagorical ebon energy of the Aztec god Tezcatlipoca was fully let loose upon us; the same occult power that the mad Matthews intended to use in his bid for international fame -- a fame that would in this way bring about the death of countless innocent human lives!

“Feel the power of the mighty Tezcatlipoca!” repeated Matthews in his evil ecstasy. “Feel his power as it takes your lives!”

The evil energy hit us hard, sending Millie and me sprawling across the floor of the restaurant. It surrounded us completely, creating a whirling maelstrom of absolute horror in which were flashes of human skulls and decaying corpses and other symbols of death and darkness sacred unto the horrid deity known as Tezcatlipoca.

“Daniel, what can we do?” cried Millie Drake. “The energy is too strong!”

“We must fight it, love!” said I. “We must find a way to break free and… Ah! Of course!”

I had just noticed that we had landed near unto where the transonic mezuzah had also hit the floor. I quickly reached out and picked it up, programming a certain setting before raising the device high into the air.

“Hear, O Israel,” I invoked; “Hashem is our God; Hashem is One!”

At this, the horrendous energies suddenly reversed course, leaving us and rushing directly at Kevyn Matthews. He screamed in horror as it surrounded him, pummelling him with its diabolical force as he writhed in agony, twisting in pain as the dark energy seared into his flesh and bone.

A few moments later, with a sound as unto a crescendo of unholy terror accompanied by the sudden shattering of the black mirror,  the Tezcatlipoca power vanished, and there did fall to the floor a grisly desiccated husk of what had once been the utterly insane chef and would-be restaurateur known as Kevyn Matthews.

“So it appears that Tezcatlipoca took his sacrifice after all, hmmm?” I pondered, standing up and then helping Millie to her feet. “Anyway, this transonic is indeed even better than the old one, hmmm? Although, come to think of it, this is the old one!”

“What do you mean, Daniel?” wondered Millie Drake.

“I have not thought of it in such a long time, my dear. I originally disguised the transonic mezuzah as a turnscrew when I did an undercover assignment in a neo-Nazi cult many years ago. That was before I met you, in fact. I just never got around to changing it back until this latest upgrade!”

“Well it’s wonderful, Daniel!”

“I say, Mills, I shall have to tell you more stories of my old adventures sometime, hmmm?”

“I would love that!”

I looked around the restaurant. All was peaceful, and there was no sign of the evil energy. The pile of tiny shards that were once the obsidian mirror lay harmlessly on the floor, as did the charred corpse of the madman Kevyn Matthews

“The evocation of Tezcatlipoca, the Aztec god of darkness, has been undone,” I opined, returning the mezuzah to my pocket. “The exorcism by the Holy Name banished it completely. As for Kevyn Matthews, his death shall be attributed to a kitchen fire and he will soon be forgotten.”

“But what about the restaurant?” asked Millie.

“I shall contact an investor I know in the Long Island Hamptons,” I pondered. “I am quite certain he will be interested in backing the endeavour of converting this place into a proper kosher delicatessen. After all, Greenwich Village could use a good rabbinical blessing, hmmm?”

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

A NIGHT AT THE OPERA

The performance of Charles Gounod’s “Faust” was already underway when we arrived at the Metropolitan Opera House, but this was no problem to us. After all, we had not come there that evening to enjoy the presentation. We were there on an investigation.

“So it’s really Mephistopheles energy?” enquired Millie Drake. “Like the devil from the Faust legend?”

“Quite so,” I replied. “Our instruments at headquarters did indeed detect such an energy reading emanating from the opera house, hmmm?”

We had by now walked past the ticket-takers, who completely ignored our presence due to our Algolite mentalist abilities.

I was clad in my usual finery; including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, panama hat, my Magen David necklace, and of course one of my favourite opera capes.

My companion, known as Miss Millie Drake, is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect, with hair of a rich chestnut hue, enchanting violet eyes, and sun-kissed skin. The royal blue dress she wore only served to highlight her slender figure.

Kit-10, our robotic cat friend, had stayed behind at our downtown HQ to monitor the computer systems.

“So Daniel," said Millie, “you said this Mephistopheles, or Mephisto, isn’t real but exists anyway?”

“Quite so, my dear Mills,” I affirmed whilst twiddling my frills. “The Mephistopheles character from the medieval Faust story, popularised in the plays by Marlowe and Goethe, and this opera by Gounod, was indeed fictional. Nevertheless, his use over the centuries as a stock villain in literature, music, and art has built up a massive reserve of psychic energy that is referred to -- by those demonologists knowledgeable enough to comprehend its source -- as Mephisto Energy.”

We had by now approached an area in the back of the opera house’s front hall, and had opened a door leading to a steep staircase going downwards. I took the transonic mezuzah from my jacket pocket and used it to scan the area.

“By the Daemonian Spires!” I swore upon glancing at  the resultant readings before returning the device to my pocket. “The transonic does indeed show an awesome conglomeration of Mephistopheles type power coming from the little-used cellars here. Someone has to have called it forth, and is using this night of the opera Faust being presented to enhance and focus it; but to what end, hmmm?”

“Daniel,” spoke Millie, “do you think that… Oh my gosh! Look!”

I whirled around to see what had so frightened my assistant and beheld an horror indeed. It was an huge mass of crimson energy floating up the stairway -- and heading directly to-wards us!

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the horrendous mass of eldritch power vanished.

“Daniel, was that…?” stammered Millie Drake.

“Quite so, love,” I confirmed. “That was indeed the energy of Mephistopheles. However, what we beheld was only an echo, forsooth a warning of what is to come. If it has been evoked as it seems to have been, then our mission is a dangerous one indeed!”

And in sooth, the revelation of all that was actually transpiring was not to wait much longer, for after Millie and I had descended the stairway to that cobwebbed cellar of the opera house, we beheld a shadowy figure standing near the far wall.

He appeared to be a man of middle years, clad in a black business suit with a long blood-red necktie, his visage showing an handsome distinction despite being marked with the results of lifetimes of extreme unholy evil. His hair was long and dark, and his face decorated with a thin moustache and goatee. Most of all, his pale eyes shone with an intense hypnotic glare.

Of course, I recognised him immediately; I recognised him as the renegade member of my own Algolite race who has become the most dangerous and wanted criminal in all of Time and Space -- as well as my own oldest and most bitter foe.

“Don Wingus!” I said. “I should have known. So you did escape from Lucifuge, and it is you who has been using the Metropolitan Opera House to evoke the power of Mephistopheles!”

“Rumanos, you meddling old clown,” countered Wingus, wisps of crimson energy beginning to play about him. “I cannot say I am surprised to see you here. You have never been able to resist the urge to pry into my affairs.”

“Wingus, your evocation of the Mephistopheles energy  is dangerous beyond measure. It is a chaotic force that is ultimately non-controllable, and is known to have horrible repercussions to all who even dabble with it, hmmm? You cannot believe that you can wield such a…”

“Oh, do be quiet, Rumanos. I am utterly sick and tired of your attempts at pontifical platitudes. The Mephisto power is completely under my control, and I shall utilise it to further my most cherished goal -- total world domination!”

Whilst Don Wingus spoke, the crimson power began to increase about him, whirling like unto a diabolical cyclone of hellish potency accompanied by a sound like unto the mad playing of a thousand violins.

I had secretly taken the transonic mezuzah from my pocket as I spoke, and now began to raise it to-wards the villain. “Wingus, I cannot allow this. By the authority of the Kosmikos of Algol, I do now…

“You shall do nothing, Rumanos!” returned Wingus. “Behold the Mephistopheles power -- the power that is  now mine!”

With this, before I could further react, an huge surge of the crimson energy suddenly shot out to-wards Millie Drake and me. I heard my companion scream as the power hit us with a force like unto a raging hurricane. The transonic was blown out of my hand, and I heard it clatter to the floor some metres distant.

Then, Millie and I were taken off our feet by the force of the demoniacal power. We felt ourselves propelled through the air to crash hard against the far wall of the cellar!

Is an understanding of the unspeakable satanic horror that we were then experiencing even possible, my dear friends and readers? Is it possible to even begin to realise the complete and utter demonic terror that my companion and I were undergoing, there in the rarely used cellar of the Metropolitan Opera House? There we were, the lovely Millie Drake and me -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, extraterrestrial espionage agent and Knight of the Eternal Spires. There we were, facing the evil intergalactic villain known to eternal infamy as Magister Don Wingus. There we were, as the criminal unleashed the terrifying Mephistopheles energy that he had brought under his command -- in truth an awesome occult power that he intended to use to rule the entire world!

“Behold the power of Mephistopheles!” repeated the wicked Don Wingus amidst peals of his evil mocking laughter. “Behold the power that I shall use to establish myself as supreme ruler of planet Earth! Behold the power that is mine -- the very power of Mephistopheles!”

I fought hard to overcome the effect of the blast.

“Millie…,” I said, “are you all right?”

“I think I’m okay, Daniel,” she muttered. “It hurt a lot but I should be okay.”

As I struggled to stand up, I felt something on the floor. It was the transonic device, near to which we had landed. Rallying my strength, I grabbed it and aimed it to-wards Don Wingus and the Mephistopheles power, having activated a certain setting.

“You can do nothing to stop me, Rumanos!” continued Wingus in insane exultation. “I am Magister Don Wingus, and I… Wait! What is happening? What…?!”

The swirling crimson energy had now reversed its direction, and seemed to be falling directly into the form of Don Wingus. I saw him struggle and attempt to escape it, but his efforts were in vain. The energies completely surrounded and permeated his very being, whirling in an inescapable maelstrom of complete demonic power.

I  stood up, then reached down to help Millie to her feet.

“Daniel, what is happening?” she questioned. “You used the transonic to turn the Mephistopheles power against him!”

“Quite so, my dear Millie,” I replied, returning the device to my pocket. “Quite so. I just utilised the ‘quick reversal’ switch on the transonic. It is usually used to control certain artificial intelligence computer functions, hmmm? It occurred to me that this is exactly what Mephistopheles is -- an ‘AI’ program created by the combined psychic force of everyone who has ever thrilled over the character in his fictional appearances. As I tried to warn Wingus, Mephisto is known as a trickster figure, always turning on those who summon him. I therefore gave the power just a little nudge to do just that!”

We still heard the voice of Don Wingus, but it seemed so much more distant. The whirling force of Mephistopheles had by now hidden him from view.

“No!” he bellowed in mixed fear and indignation. “No! You cannot do this to me! I am the one who should command you! I am…! No! No! Noooooooo!!”

Then, within a split second of time, the awful crimson energies of Mephistopheles vanished from the room -- taking the wicked Don Wingus with them.

“It appears he has been taken,” said I; “taken into the inter-dimensional world in which the Mephistopheles power is supreme. There he should receive his proper punishment.”

All was now quiet in the old cellar, and we could hear the music from the opera distantly filtering through.

“By the Triple Star!” I swore. “I say, Mills, listen to that. They are just doing the part where Marguerite is saved from evil. Fitting, hmmm?”

“Wow, it really is!” wondered Millie.

“I say, love,” said I whilst we began our exit of the opera house, “we can stop by Little Italy for a good spaghetti dinner, hmmm? I know that Gounod was a Frenchman, but opera always has me craving Italian.” …

Little did we know that, a scant few blocks distant, a shadowy figure of a long-haired man in a black business suit approached a strangely out-of-place lamppost that resembled something from the Victorian gaslight era. A porthole type doorway opened in it and the man stepped inside. A few moments later, with the weird gasping moaning noise of a Time-Space machine engine -- accompanied by an echo of evil mocking laughter -- the odd lamppost faded away into the void.

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

KILLER

It was at a time before I met my wonderful Millie Drake that this bizarre episode took place. I had just become aware of a series of video messages being posted on the internet site of the police department in Needham, Massachusetts. These videos were commentary by a certain John Schlittler, the very chief of police for that town, who claimed to be concerned about the prevalence of “underage grooming” and “child sex trafficking” in the community.

All of this would have been of absolutely no importance to me -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, extraterrestrial espionage agent -- if it had not been for the fact that my name was mentioned several times in these public service videos. Apparently, Chief John Schlittler of the Needham Police Department was attempting to falsely link me in New York City to these horrid crimes in his area. As I had never had any connection with his individual, it caused me to ponder as to what eldritch influence was upon this Schlittler person that would cause him to so needlessly defame my name and reputation.

The upshot of this is that I travelled to the small town of Needham in order to investigate these going-on in person. I arrived outside of the police station, parking my specially-modified azure-coloured Alfa Romeo and immediately entering the building. I was of course clad in my usual finery; including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, panama hat, Star of David necklace, and one of my favourite opera capes.

Utilising my Algolitish mind powers to cover my presence in the station, I investigated several rooms searching for clues as to what could have caused Chief Schlittler’s apparent madness. I took the transonic mezuzah from my jacket pocket and used it to scan the area.

“By the Triune Star!” I swore upon looking at the resultant readings. “This shows the presence of Maskim energy! That would explain quite a bit, hmmm? The demonic spirits known as the Maskim -- those ‘seven that lie in wait’ spoken of with horror in ancient Sumerian chronicles -- are actually apparitions of the prehistoric royal family of the planet Mercury, whose tyrannical ways and psychic abilities caused them to linger after death and to migrate across the planets of the Solar System, becoming the demons known to the Magi of Chaldea.”

I returned the transonic to my pocket and continued my trek through that headquarters of the Needham Police Department. Soon, I encountered an horror indeed. Just as I entered one of the interrogation rooms, an huge whirling mass of ebon black energy suddenly appeared in my path -- heading directly to-wards me!

Then, as soon as it had appeared, the horrible phantasm vanished.

“That was only a warning,” I pondered. “The Maskim are aware of my presence here. A full manifestation of them will be far more terrifying. I wonder if…”

I was suddenly interrupted by a figure entering through the door of the room. It was a middle-aged man of medium height, heavily muscular, and with bulldoggish Germanic features, a shaved head, and icy blue eyes; clad in the dress uniform of an high-ranking local police official.

“Hello, Doctor Rumanos,” he said, his voice locked in a threatening tone. “I knew you couldn’t help sticking your big hooked nose into police business, especially after we exposed you for what you are. I’m Chief John Schlittler of the Needham Police Department, and this is your last day alive!”

“Well, Chief Schlittler,” said I, ignoring his threats, “I wonder if you have any idea what is actually happening here, hmmm?”

“I’m just sick and tired of you people!” he bellowed, his voice rough and uncouth. “You Jews and Blacks and immigrants trying to pass yourselves off as decent Americans! I’m tired of it, do you hear?”

“Ah, so that is your goal, hmmm? Xenophobia. Racism and anti-Semitism. Such hatred is what attracted the demons to you. It makes you so easy for them to manipulate.”

“Shut up, you damned kiddie-diddler! I’m going to kick your frigging greasy ass! Then I‘ll use the power I have to cleanse this world of your kind and make a future for the superior white race!”

As he spoke, I noticed his eyes flashing with a darksome effulgence -- the very sign of demoniacal possession.

“That does it, Chief,” said I, taking the transonic mezuzah from my pocket. “You are possessed by the Maskim, and I must…”

Before I could continue, Schlittler raised his hand and a bolt of black energy shot from it, hitting the transonic so it flew from my hand and hit the floor across the interrogation room.

“You see, Doctor?” shouted the possessed policeman. “I have the power to kill you, and you can’t stop me!”

With this, the dark energy suddenly burst forth all around Chief John Schlittler, accompanied with an odour like unto cheap perfume mixed with excrement and a sound like unto the baying of an hundred thousand hounds of hell. The energy, resplendent in its total ebony darkness, then blasted out directly to-wards me!

I am at this juncture left to ponder, my dear friends and most loyal readers, if you can even begin to recognise and comprehend the total abject horror, forsooth the complete and utter terror of what I was then experiencing. There I was -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, Intergalactic Man of Mystery and Knight of the Eternal Spires -- facing the demonically possessed police chief known to eternal infamy as John Schlittler. There I was as he released the full power of the legendary Maskim of Mercury directly upon me -- the same phantasmagorical alien power that he intended to utilise in his bid to spread his horrible racist and anti-Semitic doctrines around the world!

“I have the power at my command!” repeated the insane police chief. “I have the power, and will use it to end you! You can't fight back no matter how much you want to be a cop killer!”

The power hit me hard, sending me careening across the room. It then completely surrounded me, engulfing me in a darkling maelstrom of absolute satanic horror. I saw the hovering essence of the seven Maskim, insane in screaming total madness beyond all reckoning. The stench was horrendous, and the infernal noise an howling cacophony of unreserved dread.

“Die, Doctor Rumanos!” I heard Schlittler’s voice reaching me within the demonic whirlwind. “Die! Die, and I can then go on to protect the future of the white race!”

As I struggled against the horror of the Maskim power, I then noticed something. I had hit on the floor near to where the transonic mezuzah had landed. I quickly reached down and picked it up, activating a certain setting before then raising the device on high.

“Baruch atah Adonai!” I prayed as the mezuzah sent forth a wave like unto one of pure celestial light.

“What!” I heard John Schlittler bellow in outrage. “What have you done, you damned frigging…!”

He had noticed that the demonic force was reversing its course, no longer surrounding me but in stead headed directly to-wards him.

“No!” screamed Chief John Schlittler in terror as the Maskim power hit him. “You can’t do this, you frigging cop killer! Cop killer! Aaaaaaaaahh!”

The dark power had surrounded Schlittler completely, swirling around him in an evil cadence of complete ungodly horror. This lasted a few moments before the Maskim force then abruptly disappeared -- leaving behind it the dead body of what had once been the hate-mongering police chief John Schlittler.

“‘Cop killer’ indeed,” said I. “Demon killer, more like!”

I stood up and brushed off my clothing before looking around the interrogation room. All was now quiet. Chief John Schlittler was dead and there was no sign of the terrible power of the Maskim. The horror was gone.

“The Hebrew exorcism was effective,” I opined, returning the mezuzah to my pocket. “The horror of the Maskim has been cast into an inter-dimensional abyss.”

I left the police station and went back to my car, returning to my NYC headquarters without incident. Without the dire influence of the Maskim, the false propaganda about me was forgotten, and the death of John Schlittler -- chief of police in the town of Needham, Massachusetts -- was attributed to a massive stroke caused by overwork at his task as a law enforcement official. Forsooth, the town’s mayor even awarded him a posthumous medal!

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN

LUCIFUGE

“The talisman was stolen from a private collector by the name of Jason Cotherman,” said I. “He was found murdered in his home, stabbed to death by something with a small but very sharp blade.”

“So what was the talisman?” enquired Millie Drake.

“It was an authentic silver magical object of medieval make,” I explained, “manufactured to be utilised in a ritual to summon the demon Lucifuge.”

I was clad in usual finery that evening as we stood outside of the old abandoned building of Franklin Street Presbyterian Church; including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, panama hat, Star of David necklace, and one of my favourite opera capes.

My companion, known as Miss Millie Drake, is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect with luxurious chestnut hair, enchanting violet eyes, and a sun-kissed complexion. The powder blue minidress she wore only served to highlight her slender figure.

Kit-10, our robotic cat friend, had stayed behind at our downtown NYC headquarters to undergo a systems upgrade.

“And our instruments at HQ detected an energy reading coming from this old church?” queried Millie. “Something that may be connected to the talisman?”

“Quite so,” I affirmed. “It was an energy signature of the type associated with Lucifuge. You see, he was originally a colonel of the Cacodemons of Andromeda, that army known for their exploits in the Galactic Wars so many ages ago. After the extinguishing of his physical form, his psychic essence drifted to Earth, becoming the legendary demon of the medieval grimoires or books of magic, hmmm?”

“So someone could actually use the talisman to summon him?

“It is possible. It would require someone adept in occult knowledge and practice; someone who… Millie, look out!”

I had just noticed a small metallic object speeding through the air directly at my companion!

I sprang forward and helped to get Millie Drake out of the way of the strange projectile, only our superior Algolite reflexes making this possible. It clattered to the pavement a few yards distant.

“Daniel, what happened?” she cried.

I looked around. Whoever had thrown the object had fled the scene.

“Let us investigate, hmmm?” said I, taking Millie’s hand and going over to where the object had landed. “By the Triple Star! What is that thing?”

“Daniel, that’s just a cuticle pusher!” said Millie. “Oh my gosh! Somebody was trying to kill me with it!”

“And it seems,” I added. “that may be the same type of ‘weapon’ that was used to murder Mr. Cotherman.”

“Goodness, Daniel! Do you think it could be…?”

“Now now, Mills. Let us not speculate before we have all the facts. Whomever threw this weapon must have gone into the old church, so we must strive on and face them!”

“Yes, it is our mission from the Kosmikos of Algol,” spoke my companion bravely, “To protect the human race from those who would evoke satanic horror upon them. Let’s go!”

We entered the premises of the former Franklin Street Presbyterian Church. It had been closed for several years, and sadly left to gather dust and spiders. The only light was from street lamps shining through the remains of stained glass windows.

When we got to the sanctuary, a sight of satanic horror awaited us. The large cross had been turned upside-down, and before it was the old church altar that had been covered with a blasphemous cloth of ebony silk. On it were black candles surrounding a silver disk on which were carved the form of a writhing serpent along with distorted Latin lettering. Around it played sparks of darksome occult energy.

“The stolen talisman that summons Lucifuge!” I said.

Behind the altar were two figures. One of them appeared to be a man of middle years, clad in a black business suit with a long blood-red necktie. His face still showed signs of handsome distinction despite being marked with the results of lifetimes of extreme unhallowed evil; his hair was long and dark, and his visage decorated with a thin moustache and goatee. Most of all, his pale eyes shone with an absolute hypnotic glare.

Next to him was an insanely voluptuous young girl with raven hair and luminous blue-green eyes, her mouth painted like an inviting scarlet gash. She was wearing only a tiny purple bikini.

Of course, I recognised them both immediately. I recognised the man as my oldest and most deadly enemy -- the renegade member of my own Algolite race who has become the most wanted criminal in all of Time and Space -- and the girl as his whorish offspring.

“You!" I exclaimed. “Don Wingus. I should have known. So you did escape from the Sceptre of Zeus, and it was you that stole the talisman, after your daughter Anastasia here had murdered Mr. Jason Cotherman with a cuticle pusher -- before her more recent attempt to assassinate Millie!”

“Oh my,” mocked the villainous Wingus, his voice tinged with total madness, “Rumanos and little Miss Drake, come here to interfere with my plans. You will find your efforts to no avail. The power of Lucifuge is mine, and I shall use it -- enhanced with my own Algolite will -- to establish myself as supreme ruler of this world!”

“Wingus, you are utterly mad,” I charged. “You cannot control the forces of Lucifuge. He was known as a bringer of chaos even amongst the Andromedans. His essence is fitful and unpleasant, to put it kindly. Amplified to the level you intend would bring about complete eldritch pandemonium. You cannot expect to…”

“You will not stop me, Rumanos!” returned Don Wingus. “I have already called forth the power and brought it to my command -- as you shall now know!”

With this, the darkling energies playing around the talisman suddenly increased an hundredfold, swirling around in a diabolical maelstrom of complete demoniacal terror, an whirlwind of absolute horror in which were flashes of terrible things like unto alien serpents and twisted abominations beyond all sane imagining. This was accompanied by an odour like unto spoiled milk mixed with excrement and cheap perfume, and a sound as if a thousand air raid sirens were revolving about the chamber.

“Now, Rumanos,” continued Wingus. “You shall experience the powers of Lucifuge that are under my command, for I shall begin my domination of all by bringing about your death!”

Then, before we could even react, the blacker than black satanic energy shot directly to-wards Millie and me!

Is it at all even achievable, my friends and readers, that you can understand the sheer infernal horror, forsooth the extreme ungodly terror that we were then experiencing? There we were, the lovely Miss Millie Drake and me -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, alien espionage agent and Knight of the Eternal Spires -- in that abandoned location of Franklin Street Presbyterian Church. There we were, facing the evil Magister Don Wingus and his dangerously-seductive daughter Anastasia. There we were, as the full force of the demon known as Lucifuge was released upon us; the very same power that Wingus intended to use in his insane bid to conquer the planet Earth!

“You shall die, Rumanos and Miss Drake!” repeated the wicked Wingus amidst peals of his utterly insane laughter. “You shall die -- by the powers of Lucifuge that I shall use to rule all!!”

The phantasmagorical energy surrounded my companion and me, encasing us inside a swirling cyclone of dark horrendous terror. Millie clung to me in fear as the images of unnameable supernatural evil whirled in a cacophony of absolute revulsion around us.

Then, from within that psychic hurricane of demonic horror, I heard the voice of Anastasia Wingus.

“Father,” she said, “please don’t do this! Please don’t kill Doctor Rumanos, okay? I want him! I want to have him to play with when you are ruler of the world! You can kill that stupid Miss Drake if you want, but not him! Please don’t do it, father! Please?!”

“Stacy, you cretinoid cam-girl!” bellowed Don Wingus whilst striking his daughter hard across the face. “I am so utterly sick of your obsessions with that accursed meddler Daniel Rumanos! Do you hear me?! I am sick of it!!”

It was then that I noticed something else.

“The power,” I whispered to Millie. “It has stopped attacking us.”

I then managed to step forward and deliver a quick Daemonian kung fu kick directly to Don Wingus’s midsection, sending him sprawling backwards to collide against the inverted cross.

“Look, Daniel!” said Millie Drake. “the Lucifuge powers are turning against him!”

Indeed, as we watched, the dark energy reversed and headed directly to-wards Don Wingus and his murderous daughter, soon surrounding them with its whirlwind of phantasmal terror.

“No!” I heard Wingus shout from within the maelstrom. “No! You cannot do this to me! I am Don Wingus and should command all! You cannot…! No! No! Noooooooo!!”

Then, after one final scream from Stacy Wingus and one last bellow of rage from her evil father, the black demonic power suddenly vanished -- taking the obscenely evil duo with it.

I carefully surveyed the old church sanctuary. All was now quiet, and the talisman now lay motionless on the altar. The horror was finished.

“So Don Wingus was distracted and lost control of the demon power,” said Millie, “and it turned against him?”

“Quite so,” I affirmed, “and now it has taken him and his wretched daughter out of this dimension -- to their own fitting hell!”

I walked over to the altar and extinguished the candles.

“As for the talisman,” said I whilst securing it in my jacket pocket. “The late Mr. Cotherman’s heirs will be paid for its monetary value via his insurance policy; I shall say the proper exorcisms over it and we shall then keep the old relic in our collection of occult artefacts at HQ -- that no one shall ever again attempt to use it in the satanic summoning of Lucifuge!”

***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN