International Brotherhood of Men

“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!..”. The profound chanting of solidarity echoed through the halls of the underground secret temple, as the 22 masked men strapped bombs around the chests of their white cloth-draped bodies for practice.

Their temple leader, Halmid Albiz Allah, who was born in Ontario, Canada, under the westerner name of Donald Keller, had no middle-eastern blood in him but had apparently converted to Islam a couple years previous under the guidance from sources outside of Canada. Halmid Albiz Allah had set up his Hamas chapter six months prior to this day and was working with intense enthusiasm to fulfil the "glory of god".

Indeed Halmid was of all white descent, but this was of no concern to his Islamic brothers who were under his guidance. For it was the will of Allah to destroy the infidel.....the Jew. And together for the love of God, they would fulfil the will of Allah, with GLORY!

Word surfaced within the Hamas chapter that in one month’s time there would be a large gathering of Jewish Defence League adherents inside of the local synagogue for the Jewish holiday Hanukkah (Festival of Lights). As many powerful politicians in the area are secretly Jewish or practicing Judaism outside of the public view, there would no doubt be some strong political numbers in attendance to this event.

The pot began to stir and plans began to unravel....

All twenty-two Islamic adherents gathered at the late hours of the afternoon in the secret underground temple to pray. Halmid had a dead calm over him, for he knew of the storm that lay ahead. Keeping silent during this time of praise, Halmid instead assumed a state of deep meditation...

Three hours later...

“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!...” The chanting of the Islamic brotherhood roared with VIOLENT anticipation as leader Halmid dictated to them...
“Death to the INFIDEL! Death to the Jew!, Death to ALL who OPPOSE the will of Allah! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar!”

Today was the day of judgement and today was the day the wrath of God would punish and eradicate the Infidels. Today was December 11, 2008, Hanukkah.

Each man as practiced for some previous months, then strapped around their draped cloth bodies, eighty-eight sticks of dynamite. This time the dynamite was live and they each had a homemade sub machine gun to accompany them on their final journey to Allah. Halmid had previously obtained two blank white vans with tinted windows. The men quickly ran out of the underground temple and one by one packed into the two vans and sped off. Halmid took a separate vehicle and followed the two vans to their destination.

All three vehicles arrived outside of the synagogue in the parking lot across the street. Halmid pulled up beside them and stepped out of his black jeep.

The young men sat silently in the two vans awaiting further instruction, not a word was spoken in this time. Halmid stood outside his jeep dressed head to toe in a black draped cloth garment, wearing a balaclava over his head. He stared at the synagogue with a raging fire in his eyes, watching the sunset. All of his hard efforts were about to pay off...

It was not long until it was pitch black outside, except for the festival lighting up the city around the Jewish synagogue. Hanukkah had begun.

Halmid signalled for the men to step out of the vans quietly and to check their weapons to make sure they were locked and loaded. Halmid then said to all the men whom stood before him: “Make no excuses for yourselves this day. You shall be rewarded according to your deeds.”

Upon those words the twenty-two men quickly ushered across the street to the front entrance of the synagogue. They opened the door and stormed into the building, locking the door from the inside with a lock they had brought along. The building was packed with hundreds of members of JDL, dozens of politicians and even more rabbis and common Jewish citizens. The Hamas fired three shots into the air to declare their entrance and began to chant “Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar” upon which everyone began to scream. A small group of JDL ran towards the group and were shot down immediately, sending streams of blood rushing throughout the floor. The Muslims made their way into the center of the building as they began to become surrounded by the screaming Jews who could only imagine what was about to happen to them.

Outside across the street, Donald stood, staring into a strange sigil which he had hidden in his pocket. In front of him was a pile of ashes from what was once the religious garments he had worn only minutes previous. Donald began to chant, “Agios Abatu Kthunae! Agios Abatu Kthunae! Agios Abatu Kthunae!”

The screams from inside the synagogue got louder and more desperate as guns fired relentlessly. Suddenly, there was an enormous bang! The building instantaneously erupted in an explosion of fire and black smoke sending pieces of the building flying in all directions. Donald should have been thrown to the ground by the blast but, instead stood strong. A large drop of blood splashed onto the sigil which he held in his hands as he was nearly deafened by a unified scream which seemed to echo forth from the explosion, which actually sounded more like a roaring hiss.

When the smoke cleared, Donald could see that some of the surrounding area of the synagogue had actually been charred from the intense heat of the explosion.
Donald quickly got back into his jeep and started the engine. He could hear sirens blaring in the distance. With a cold stare, and a stark grin, Donald drove off into the night...

The phone rang, once, twice, thrice. A voice with a tone of authority answered;

-Hail YHWY! This is Commander Reginald speaking.

-Hail YHWY! This is Brother Eric. I am calling to announce my return from vacation.

Reginald: Ah, Brother Eric, how was your time up North?

Eric: It was very well thank you, it was very purifying and refreshing to get away for a while and stay in the cabin with Ellen.

Reginald: Great to hear. I would hope that you would be as such from six months in such a place of nature and isolation with your heavenly woman. Speaking of which, when shall you bring her with you to our compound to meet her?

Eric: Soon my brother, soon. She is a bit shy around others. Is there any news that I should know of? Anything I may have missed as of recent?

Reginald: Understood. Indeed I have some horrible news to break to you, our reverend leader Fuhrer Marshall has disappeared without a trace just over a week ago. We fear the Evil Jew has kidnapped or worse our Holy Fuhrer. No one has seen or heard from Reverend Marshall in this time, including his family. We fear the worst, but have hope that YHWH will be with us in this desperate time...

Eric: This is very bleak news Commander Reginald, I hope to God that our Reverend will turn up immediately and safely. What is a true Aryan fraternity of God without our Holy leader? This is horrible news to come home to...

Reginald: Indeed it is brother; we have been in deep prayer since his disappearance. In other news and on a better note, our counsel has been discussing your official membership into our organization. Reverend Marshall and our counsel feel that you have shown great potential, enthusiasm, and devotion to our identity movement in your short but promising prospect period.
Though you have been away for six months, we have previously discussed that upon your return, we would have you sworn into our Aryan fraternity. We must now put that on hold until our Fuhrer is located, so that he can make this so.

Eric: It will be with sheer honour that I may be sworn in to the Holy fraternity. I will pray for the safe return of our Reverend and will be in touch in a few days. Hail the race of God! Hail YHWH! God Bless.

Reginald: Hail YHWH!

Donald hung up his temporary cellular telephone and exited his now stolen brown van. Donald was parked outside of a large warehouse in what seemed to be an abandoned area of the city. There was no sign of life or activity of any kind for at least a mile stretch around his location.

Entering the large empty warehouse, Donald closed and locked a large metal door behind him. There seemed to be rooms upon rooms as he walked through the empty, desolate building. His footsteps seemed to echo throughout.

Stopping at the last room, he stepped inside to find a man duct taped to a hard metal chair. The man was hooded, gagged and had large ear muffs on to inhibit any sense of hearing. The man had obviously been undergoing a form of sensory deprivation, and had no doubt been starved to a point of near death.

Beneath the man was carved into the ground a large pentagram, it seemed to be emanating a particular vacuum like sensation; almost as if hungering for something.

Upon each of the four walls of the cold grey room were strange sigils, one of which was the very same sigil Donald had hidden in his pocket the night of the bombing.

Shadows seemed to move about the room as Donald slowly walked up to the hostage. He was not bothered or shocked by the scene, as he had been here before. In fact, Donald had previously brought the man in bondage to this building some days ago.

The heart of the prisoner began to beat faster as he could presence Donald in the room. Lifting the ear muffs from the prisoners head and removing the hood, Donald spoke into the prisoner’s ears in a stark and malignant tone.


The prisoner, who was actually the missing Reverend Marshall, still gagged began to whimper. Donald stood before him shirtless exposing a tattoo over his heart of an inverse pentagram. The Reverend recognized this symbol immediately. It was the universal sign the Devil, that old serpent, Satan.

Donald held in his right hand a large razor sharp bayonet which had inscribed upon the blade, the words “TERROR”. Tears began to run down Marshall’s face as he choked on his gag. The room seemed to suddenly drop several degrees with an increasing darkness overwhelming the atmosphere. Donald spoke again to Marshall,”The reaper is visiting with you.”

With his left hand, Donald blocked his number and dialed his cell phone to Commander Reginald.

Reginald: Hello? Hello?

Reginald could hear in the background a subtle whimpering and gagging of the prisoner which immediately increased to a sound of utter horror and desperation. Reginald immediately recognized who he was listening to and began to cry out; “Reverend Fuhrer! Are you ok?!!!”

Donald walked up to Marshall and held the phone in front of the victims face, letting Reginald listen to what would later psychologically damage him forever.

Holding the large bayonet over Marshall’s throat, Donald exclaimed in a wretched and dominating voice;” We have come for you, not as an ethereal being, but as a DEMON IN THE FLESH. Behold, SHAITAN!

We have come for your BLOOD. HELL IS UPON YOU! “

Reginald: “Reverend!!! No!!!”

With that, Donald cut the opfer’s throat, letting out a nightmarish gurgling and gagged scream. Donald smashed the phone under his shining black garrison boots, and watched as the blood flowed to fill up the deep bloody pentagram which was carved into the filthy freezing floor. The entirety of the pentagram turned into a gaping black hole pulsating with Darkness. Donald began chanting as the victims life viciously slipped away. SHUGARA! SHUGARA! SHUGARA KTHUNAE! SHUGARA KTHUNAE! AGIOS SHUGARA KTHUNAE! AGIOS SHUGARA KTHUNAE! AGIOS SHUGARA KTHUNAE!

The atmosphere began to thicken with the stench of rotting flesh, to a point of being suffocating and intoxicating. The victim’s last breathes closing in, haunting the last moments of his life as he continued to be devoured by the backwards Darkness, which gleaned under him like the rays of a black sun swallowing the light.

Donald with his cold eyes stared into the eyes of the victim, feeding deeply of his blood essence. Gluttonous as it were this kind of pure life-force being released could not go to waste.

An abyssic nexion had been opened and the currents of Hell now rapidly eschewed forth, intruding the causal plane to spread a plague of nightmares.

Donald once filled on his victim’s blood essence, fled from the scene, leaving his dead victim to the hungry black hole which had been birthed forth this night.

A bleak path lie ahead of Donald; a road to Hell paved in the blood of the white lodge enthusiasts and those who would seek to block the emergence of Satan.