Dear Neville,<\/p>\n
I hope our Lord is keeping you safe in these most trying of times. I have tried to contact you through more conventional means but the network has been down for some time in Manhattan and now my batteries have died. I have resorted to the old-fashioned methods our ancient brethren used, in the days before the technophiles and idolators seduced us with their global networks and their internet pornography (although I must admit that I find myself missing the satellite feed and Prayer Line that funds our ministry. Praise the Lord, who turns the Devil’s own tools to such righteous ends!).<\/p>\n
Our Mission here in Manhattan continues to make good progress, although perhaps more slowly than I would have hoped. New York was full of wickedness even before the End Days began, which is of course why Satan chose it as his first stronghold (though I admit I would have expected him to start with Los Angeles or Fergus). Communists and sodomites are almost as thick upon the ground here as demons, and while recent events have caused many of the locals to repent, others even now resist our attempts to lead them to salvation (none so blind as those who will not see, as our Lord said). Those damnable Anglicans, sensing an opportunity to spread their particular brand of liberalism, have also set up shop on the other side of the borough; many survivors encounter them first, and desperate for even the appearance of redemption, are fooled by their use of Christian props. I hear that even the ragheads have regrouped at a mosque over in Hamilton Heights! Fortunately they are wasting their time by launching jihad<\/em> against Satan’s armies instead of converting souls (they know the easier enemy to beat, ha ha!), and we have had no direct encounters with them so far.<\/p>\n Our greatest enemy, of course, is Satan Himself. You may have heard mention of “The Rapture” on the mainstream feeds; do not be fooled. It is anything but. I have seen these so-called “Raptured” with my own eyes. They are infested<\/em>, brother. They seek the light, but it is not the light of our Lord (you may remember that “Lucifer” means “bringer of light”). Some kind of demonic fungus grows in their eyes, in their mouths, in their open wounds. It steals away their souls. They are already<\/em> saved, they say. They have already<\/em> found redemption. And they are gripped by some evil wanderlust that draws them to wherever Satan’s spawn gathers in the greatest numbers.<\/p>\n And there is something else, Neville, something new. You have heard of the pingers and the grunts and the other abominations that stalk these streets, preying on sinners and saved alike. I have seen them with my own eyes; they are half flesh and half machine and not remotely human. But just today I saw something that looked and moved like a man, yet was as depraved as any demon. I saw a ghoul, feeding on the flesh of the dead.<\/p>\n It was the color of stone, or clay. For a few moments I thought it might be one of those golems the Jews go on about \u2014 as you know the Jews figure prominently in Revelation, even though they have spurned Christ \u2014 but it had metal seams and joints, and a head like a great stone. And its body, Neville, it had such muscles<\/em>, they shone and rippled and flexed with every movement. I swear, were it not the color of slate it might almost have been you<\/em> standing there, in the shower at the seminary after practise. But it acted nothing like you, Neville. It was crouched over a pile of corpses and it fed on them through some kind of appendage, some kind of thick nozzle or needle. I did not get close enough to see the details, but those penetrated bodies \u2014 they shrivelled up as I watched. This monster sucked them dry and left nothing but husks of skin draped over bone.<\/p>\n I was transfixed. And before I could recover my wits, this thing turned and looked straight at me. Its face\u2014 the air was full of smoke and there was maybe half a city block between us, but I could see that it had red eyes, or maybe just a single great eye. It stood up, still facing me; it must have been nine or ten feet tall. It took a step towards me. I held up my Bible, Neville, I was terrified but I had faith in Our Lord, I held up the Bible to this abomination and it stopped! It just stood there for a moment, watching me, and then\u2014<\/p>\n And then it laughed<\/em>.<\/p>\n It had the strangest laugh, Neville. It didn’t sound anything like a real voice, it sounded like some kind of primitive machine from the last century: Ho … ho … ho ..<\/em>.<\/p>\n And it began to move again, towards me.<\/p>\n I confess my faith failed me then. I turned and fled. I must have run for blocks, and when I finally stopped and looked behind me it was nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n Perhaps it was a golem after all. Perhaps it was the Beast Himself that I saw, feasting on fallen souls. I do not know. But it had the shape of a man and the aspect of the Enemy; and while I’ve seen the Devil’s other soldiers wreak much greater destruction, there was something especially intimate<\/em> about the evil this thing wrought in the streets of this accursed place. Don’t ask me how I know, but I feel in my soul that this ghoul was the most wicked, the most evil of all the Satanic forces I have seen here. I pray I never encounter its like again.<\/p>\n But enough darkness! There is so much comfort to be had even in the face of these abominations \u2014 for they prove, once and for all, that we were right and the liberal atheists were wrong. The Devil’s minions are everywhere, just as the Scriptures foretold. It is truly a joyous time (perhaps not for the abortionists and the unbelievers \u2014 who’s laughing now<\/em><\/em>, Dr. Myers? ha ha!) The coming of our Lord is at hand.<\/p>\n One of Blackstaff’s Christian soldiers has promised to scan this letter to you as soon as he is able. God bless Blackstaff; they are truly doing the Lord’s work. Perhaps once they vanquish the Devil’s Armies they can do something about the homosexuals, ha ha!<\/p>\n Be well, and rejoice. If I do not see you at the convention next month, I’ve no doubt we will meet again in the presence of Our Lord.<\/p>\n Yours in Christ, Dear Neville, I hope our Lord is keeping you safe in these most trying of times. 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\nFranklin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"