Johnny Angel And The Blood Witches Of Bavaria...Complete Version Poem by Shaun Cronick

Damn he's still good! One minute nothing,
Then in sparse woodland he steps out.
And so quick too this destroyer of Valac,
In their War In Heaven duelling bout...

We then stare each other down forever,
Finally this Angel Of Death smiles at me.
Then he utters, long time no see Jonzeithiu,
A very very long time Gabriel an eternity.

What do you want Gabriel you know what I seek,
I shall find and what I will mercilessly kill for.
And my plans for Lucifer when all gathered,
You know what I will do to my former mentor.

But to do that you must first survive Jonzeithiu,
Or shall I call you by your chosen earth name.
Johnny Angel a demon for hire your mind betrays,
Hired for dirty work that puts others to shame.

You're going to need more than your teeth, talons,
And harsh language to defeat The Blood Witches.
So I've brought a few interests on offer to you,
In order to defeat Azsalem and all her vile bitches.

Now I smile at what's now displayed before me,
As Gabriel presents death and utter destruction.
An entire heavenly arsenal of divine weaponry,
Crafted to remove any supernatural obstruction.

We converse on each weapon's pros and cons,
Forgetting we once tried to kill each other.
Gabriel offers Dragon's Breath which I take,
From my one-time divine but deadly brother.

In total I select five from the fifty displayed,
Two or three to be used of where I do venture.
To slaughter that vile viper's nest and Azsalem,
The others used later if I survive this adventure.

Beware of Azsalem for she is The Mistress Of Lies,
She'll die protecting her precious Black Runestone.
Without it she and all her bitches become barren,
And you! You are the truest retribution ever sown.

For there's a War coming, Lucifer's second War,
You know it and all of Heaven knows it too.
The Black Runestones and Talisman can vastly help,
For we always watch what you're trying to do.

Enough of my chit-chat now get into character,
Your powers will soon reveal where hundreds nest.
And it's strange to say, armed with these weapons,
You are the first demon to be so Heavenly Blessed.

Do not tire! Do not stop!
Never give up!
Never surrender!
Kill them all! Spare none!
Or die trying!
For you can make me, Archangel Gabriel,
The Angel Of Death,
Feel sinfully proud!
For they and Azsalem would relish forever,
In killing you!
And Johnny, take a little enjoyment in killing,
I always do...

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Twelve Blood Witches down just one to go,
The thrill of the chase makes my heart race.
My powers reveal where the last one hides,
Sentinel Witches protecting what I must face...

There she is! As I then use my utmost stealth,
My powers always reading her every vile thought.
As my sharpened talons rip her head clean off,
Then pluck the heart out of this last one caught.

The Runestone's power projects a woodland mirage,
To deceive all humans and keep them all at bay.
But through a demon's eyes I clearly see an entrance,
A furious demon to enter and unleash doomsday.

The thick human blood trail leads to a gaping maw,
The Blood Witches cold, cave, coven's, daunting doorway.
A skull combination hex lock I then easily unpick,
As a black onyx stone rises and I enter for my hunted prey.

I'm armed to my demonic sharpened fanged teeth,
With Dragon's Breath, The Orb and my Keeper.
And two more weapons in my waistband kept in reserve,
I am an unstoppable force, a demonic Reaper.

I seal the entrance behind me. NONE SHALL LEAVE!
NONE SHALL LIVE! Especially Azsalem the Witch Queen.
For she clutches so tightly The Black Runestone,
And for that Azsalem will die a slow death most obscene.

Up ahead in the tunnel I see a faint red glow,
Which widens to reveal a vile vista of pure Hell.
A red glowing crimson cavern with a vast blood lake,
Fed by scores of dying humans, too many to tell.

In which Azsalem's Witches bathe and greedily drink,
While hundreds more Blood Witches levitate above it.
Men women and even children impaled on wooden stakes,
A suffering, cruel, despicable death I will never permit.

Dragon's Breath in one hand my Keeper in the other,
I then scream out a furious deafening demonic roar.
As the endless fire release's all the dying humans,
For of their plight even a demon like me won't ignore.

The Dragon's Breath sheer power unleashed stuns me,
Its protracted white hot searing flame obliterates all.
Then I aim it at the drenched Witches in the blood lake,
As they melt and scream at their deserved downfall.

They'll come at me now! The hundreds levitating,
So I release The Orb from my high hiding place.
It floats off and instantly gets to taste Witch flesh,
A spherical weapon flying through any Witches face.

The Orb and Dragon's Breath in unison are deadly,
But I stay focused breaking cover, Azsalem my aim.
And in my right hand a weapon from The War In Heaven,
A Keeper a gift from Gabriel who's carved my name.

Damn! It feels so, so good in my ice clamped hand,
A Keeper! MY Keeper! A three pronged diamond knife,
That will cut through anything Witch or Witch Queen,
For this is the weapon to end Azsalem's eternal life.

And where is that infamous Witch bitch hiding to,
Help me! Please! Help me! A child a human child.
Impossible! My powers would never have missed...
I drench the child in fire, like a demon gone wild.

Then its pitiful screaming turns to loud laughter,
To reveal slowly walking through the inferno...Azsalem!
Oh! So rare to meet a demon and such a clever one,
So let me bid you welcome to my Blood Witch haven!

She snuffs out my Dragon's Breath with what I seek,
The Black Runestone fastened onto her thorned wand.
She waves it and I'm hexed, then she sees my Orb,
With another wave it's hers to command and respond.

I'm surrounded by Witches closing their distance,
Hissing glaring spitting, as Azsalem admires The Orb.
Then utter silence as Azsalem begins again to talk,
Oh demon your blood and powers I'll drink and absorb.

And this pretty divinely evil little bauble is to be my pet,
Very pretty but not as beautiful and thoroughly evil as me.
Then with a slicing wand motion she cuts off my left hand,
As Azsalem and Witches see torrents of my blood flow free.

I do not cry out I will not content any their sly satisfaction,
My stump I shove into my waistband, next to a glassed weapon.
No! No! No! Demon! Take it out and hold it up to me and us,
For the deaths of my blood sisters you need to be taught a lesson.

For we haven't tasted demon blood for countless centuries,
Such a deliciously dark delicacy and one so extremely rare.
For you shall live and from you we all shall thirstily drink,
Every day for all eternity, every day your blood we'll share...

My stump now spraying blood on her face, drenching it,
She moves closer licking her lips for she can't resist it.
Now closer as she thrusts my stump in her mouth to drink,
I'm still hexed but now I'm waiting for the shock to hit.

She suddenly puts both her hands to her throat. Poison!
Poison! Poison! My hex now broken I move like a total blur.
My Keeper once spellbound I thrust into her black heart,
She screams and the Witches haven't a clue what did occur.

I pluck the Runestone from her fallen wand.OH THE POWER!
My stump instantly regenerates a new demonic hand.
As I pick up Dragon's Breath and watch the lifeless Azsalem,
The Runestone I place in The Orb now at my command.

Now at last to purge this noxious nest of Blood Witches,
Who are all now in hiding and keeping well away from me.
As I seal my Dragon's Breath to my Orb to burn them out,
But I still haven't finished with that Witch Queen banshee.

It's called The Tears Azsalem, The Tears Of Angels,
A weapon thats what mingled in my blood when you drank.
My delicious demonic blood you just could not resist,
So stop play acting your dead Azsalem Witch Queen prank.

Her eyes now open, Gabriel warned me of your sly and cunning,
He also warned me you possess two hearts, one ripped apart.
While the other in you still beats, she now loudly groans,
And by my Keeper hand from this world you shall forever depart.

And when you arrive in Hell Azsalem, tell Lucifer this,
I then whisper a private message in her Witches ear.
My angered words filled with uttermost malice and spite,
My wrathful message for Lucifer so deadly and clear.

No! No! No! Please! As I raise my Keeper in the air,
I thrust it deep into her second heart and yank it free.
As her life dwindles away I cleave it neatly in two,
And her last words are a vengeful curse spat at me.

My Orb and Dragon's Breath both obliterate her,
As I leave this lifeless cavern I hear dull thumping.
And scratching and cursing at the blocked entrance,
Now my powers alert and my demonic heart pumping.

Sixty six Blood Witches trapped between me and the stone,
Sixty six Blood Witches on seeing me begin begging and pleading.
Mercy! Mercy! We all beseech thee! Spare us! Spare us!
I pull out my last weapon for any mercy for them I'm not conceding.

I place The Thunderclap on the ground before me and step back,
My floating Orb and Dragons Breath now back in my waistband.
But I still grip my Keeper as the Witches start screaming madly,
They know what a Thunderclap can do and what I have planned.

They decide to attack me on masse but they're too late,
The Thunderclap explodes atomising them and the onyx block.
As I walk through their black soot and into bright daylight,
As my Runestone's power collapses the cavern down to bedrock.

Karl Kurgan's outside wildly clapping and applauding me,
Catch! He says as he then throws something so small at me.
I catch it easily, look at it and my demonic eyes light up,
A powerful second Black Runestone, for how can this be!

Keep both Runestones safe Johnny, secrete them so well,
A gift from Gabriel who liberated it from a Haiti voodoo cult.
Where it is so damned bloody hard to kill the un-killable,
But when Gabriel has his sword in his hand that's the result.

You need to stay in Germany Johnny and go to Munich,
The third Runestone awaits you there under that city.
So does the Thule and Vril Societies now combined,
Also a former SS General who's never shown any pity.

A Nazi Occult Weapons Specialist named Hans Kammler,
Who hasn't aged a single day since World War Two ended.
He also has in his perverse possession The Spear Of Longinus,
Trying to reanimate something that can't be comprehended.

You might need help on this one Johnny,
Lots of help...