Ismail Abdullah was a young man when he was recruited by Hamas. They were quite impressed with his extensive background as a leading member of one of the Palestinian rape gangs that target Israeli schoolgirls. The terrorist organization thought he would be a great choice to use as a soldier during the War in Gaza.
It all went as they hoped, with Ismail Abdullah utilising the usual Hamas tactics of using children as human shields so they could blame the Israel Defense Forces for any civilian casualties. That Abdullah also sometimes sexually molested those children was of no consequence to the so-called champions of non-existent “Palestine”.
Nevertheless, some other members of Hamas started to notice something strange about Ismail Abdullah; something eldritch and seemingly supernatural. At times he was seen to glow with a darksome black light, and it did not take long for the superstitious Palestinian Arabs to begin to whisper to one another that Abdullah was possessed by the Shaitans, those evil spirits of the desert spoken of in much Middle Eastern lore.
The upshot of this is that Hamas reassigned Ismail Abdullah, sending him far way from the Gaza Strip to the United States of America -- there to await further orders with which he could resume his terrorist career. At least, that is what they told him. In reality, the Hamas leaders were fearful of the Shaitans, too fearful to even just have him killed, and they just wanted Abdullah out of the way.
And so Ismail Abdullah waited; he waited there in New York City for orders from his superiors that would never come; he waited whilst brooding and longing for the days of his youth spent as a rapist of young Jewish girls.
This is the story of the day he got tired of waiting. …
My name is Doctor Daniel Rumanos. With the heritage of the legendary Watchers of Algol, whose technology appears as magic, I protect Earth from all manner of menace. I am -- The Daemon-Star! …
Millie Drake and I were having lunch at Chaim’s Delicatessen on that sunny day in Manhattan. I was clad in my usual finery, including a frilled poet shirt, purple velvet suit, jungle boots, and my Star of David necklace. My panama hat and opera cape rested next to me in the deli booth.
My companion Millie is an exceedingly beautiful young lady; petite and perfect with hair of a rich chestnut hue, enchanting violet eyes, and a sun-kissed complexion. The brightly-flowered dress she wore only served to highlight her slender young figure.
Kit-10, our robotic cat friend, had stayed behind at our skyscraper headquarters to do some computerised filing tasks, the fine food of the delicatessen being of no interest to her metallic systems.
I was having a pastrami sandwich on toasted rye with mustard, whilst Millie Drake enjoyed a similar turkey sandwich. We both had glasses of the deli’s highly-caffeinated iced tea.
“This is so good,” said Millie with a lovely smile. “I’m glad we came here today.”
“Yes, I thought it would make a nice getaway from our usual duties as Kosmikos agents, hmmm?” I agreed. “The deli’s owner is an old friend of mine. His daughter is a well-known Hollywood actress now. I helped her out of some trouble she had years ago from encountering antisemitism in one of the local entertainment venues.”
Little did we know, as my companion and I ate our meals in supposed peace, that we were being observed by the aforementioned Ismail Abdullah. As he looked at Millie through the large plate-glass window of the delicatessen, his dark eyes narrowed with unbridled lust mixed with hatred.
“I will have her,” said Abdullah to himself in Arabic, dressed as he was in American blue-jeans, sneakers, and a rock band t-shirt. “I will have that little Jewish girl right now today.”
I had gone up to the counter to pay our lunch bill when it happened. I felt a shock of evil as Ismael Abdullah walked past me on the way to our table. At the same time, I did not actually notice his physical presence, hidden as he was behind the psychic blackout of the Shaitans.
I only came to my senses when I heard Millie Drake scream. I whirled around just in time to see the perverse terrorist Ismail Abdullah drag her bodily out the door, his form still partially obscured by the darksome energy of the Shaitan spirits.
I immediately hurried off in pursuit, but soon found my advancement farther than the doorway of the deli blocked -- blocked by an hideous mass of ebon energy that loomed before me like the harbinger of hell that it was!
I took the transonic mezuzah from my jacket pocket and used it to scan the eldritch horror that hovered before me.
“By the Daemonian Spires!” I swore to myself upon reading the results. “An absolute horde of Shaitans -- those ghostlike demoniacal beings that are the mental essences of the inhabitants of the lost planet Eblis that once existed between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter! Their own psychic chaos led to their world’s long-ago destruction, thus forming the asteroid belt that now exists there. They now roam the Space-ways as wraithlike entities, possessing physical beings whose wicked thoughts attract them -- like this lustful Arab who is attempting to abduct Millie!!”
Even before I could further utilise the device, I noticed that the Shaitan phantasm was fading from before me.
“Of course,” I pondered. “It was simply here to prevent me from immediately following him. Its power is nothing in comparison to the horde of spirits possessing the man.”
With this, I ran from the deli area down the street in pursuit of the repulsive Palestinian rapist and terrorist Ismail Abdullah. As I approached, he turned to face me, there on that Manhattan street corner. His eyes were black with the presence of the Shaitans, and dark waves of satanic energy swirled around him.
Behind him on the pavement was Millie Drake, frightened but thus far unharmed.
“You will not stop me, Israeli magician,” he told me in his deeply accented English. “I am Ismail Abdullah of Hamas, and I will take your little Jew-girl as my own!”
Ignoring his hateful and obscene taunts, I began to raise the transonic mezuzah against him. Nonetheless, before I could properly activate the instrument, a massive wave of eldritch Shaitan energy suddenly burst out from the Palestinian terrorist. It hit me with immense force, accompanied with a noise like unto the howlings of countless damned souls, sending me sprawling backwards on the sidewalk.
“You will now die, accursed Son of Israel!” pronounced the horrible Abdullah. “By the powers within me for the future of Palestine, you will now die!”
Is it at all remotely possible, my dear friends and most indulgent readers, that you can even begin to comprehend the supreme satanic terror, forsooth the ultimate unhallowed horror, of the situation in which I then found myself? Is it feasible that you can see the unspeakable and unbounded evil of the absolute dreadfulness in what I was then facing on that bizarrely fateful day in New York City? There I was -- Doctor Daniel Rumanos, alien secret agent and Knight of the Eternal Spires. There I was, facing the sickening Palestinian terrorist known to the deepest depths of infamy as Ismail Abdullah, who fully intended to assault my beloved Millie Drake. There I was, as Abdullah sent a barrage of the ghostly Shaitan spirits -- with which he was possessed -- directly at me!
“You will die, Jewish conjurer!” repeated the evil Ismael Abdullah. “You will die, and your little girlfriend will be mine to ravish as I will!”
The Shaitans had again reached me, and I began to struggle in psychic pain at the very touch of these horrid beings, strengthened as they were by their possession of the execrable human perversion Ismail Abdullah. I fought it, but my very thoughts were becoming filled with the chaotic iniquity of the demonic phantoms.
Then I again heard Millie Drake scream. I heard her scream and I rallied myself, fighting against the mental chaos of the presence of the Shaitan horde. I realised that the transonic mezuzah was still in my hand, and quickly adjusting its setting.
“Sh’ma Ishrael Hashem Alohenu Hashem Achad!” I invoked, aiming the transonic directly at Ismail Abdullah.
Then a thing happened that can only be described as miraculous. Upon the uttering of my prayer, the entire horde of Shaitans suddenly changed their focus; no longer pummelling me, they in stead headed directly to-wards Ismail Abdullah, soon surrounding him entirely in their darkling embrace of ungodly horror.
No!” he screamed as the howling Shiatan phantoms surrounded him. “No! Nooooo!”
Then, in a split second of time, the Shaitan spirits vanished, taking Ismail Abdullah with them.
I stood up and looked around. All was quiet, and that New York street was already back to normal. It was as if the terror had never been.
Millie Drake then ran into my arms.
“Daniel, I knew you would come!” she sobbed. “I knew you would save me!”
“Of course, my love,” I reassured her. “Of course. I will always be here for you, even beyond the very end of Eternity.”
“I couldn’t even fight him,” said Millie, recovering somewhat from the horror of her experience. “It was like I was paralysed by those things possessing him.”
“Yes, it is an effect of the Shaitans when they have gained a toehold from a suitable human host. That Abdullah character was a perfect foil for them, with his racist hatred and unholy lust.”
“So what happened to him, and how did you get rid of the spirits?”
“I utilised the exorcism setting of the transonic,” I explained, “along with the Hebrew prayer of protection, hmmm? It was enough to switch the Shaitans' spiritual course, so that they rebounded on Ismail Abdullah and took him with them into another dimension; forsooth, a dimension of suffering and pain -- a true Hell in which he will receive his proper punishment!”
My companion and I returned to the delicatessen where I retrieved my hat and cloak and we made certain that all was well. Then, the horror banished, Millie and I walked together hand in hand back to our HQ.
***** DANIEL RUMANOS AND MILLIE DRAKE SHALL RETURN
