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In this Lovecraftian short story by Constantin von Hoffmeister, the renegade poet Johnny P. fights Nordic time travelers.

This story was originally published here.

Inspired by Jason Jorjani’s ufological masterpiece Closer Encounters

Within the boundless tomes of mankind’s covert history, obscured by the mists of antiquity and the veil of human understanding, there lies the tale of Johnny P., the unlikely reincarnation of the French symbolist poet Arthur Rimbaud. In a small, forgotten town, deep within the heart of Texas, the arrogant and pretentious poet found himself ensnared in an interstellar struggle that would determine the fate of mankind.

The story’s origin stretches back to a sacrilegious conspiracy forged in the darkest recesses of human ambition, wherein Nazis and American business tycoons collaborated to develop the alchemical art of time travel. The confidential union between these forces bore the fruit of a Nordic super race, beings of incomprehensible might and intellect. Traveling millions of years into the past, these beings founded an advanced civilization on the distant and barren planet of Mars, far removed from Earth’s timeline so as not to disturb the universal order.

But the unity of the Nordics was not to last. Inevitably, the churning darkness within their hearts manifested as a schism that tore their society apart. A brutal civil war broke out on the Martian landscape, pitting brother against brother, as the Nordics were divided into two opposing factions.

One faction, driven by sinister machinations, sought to subjugate mankind through the insidious use of religion as a means of control. To that end, they turned to the primordial potencies that slumbered in the unutterable reaches of the cosmos, summoning the Black Hole Voids behind the Sirius Inquisition to aid them in their campaign of deception and enslavement. The other faction, however, wished to guide mankind towards independence, seeking to share with it the Promethean fire of knowledge and self-determination.

In the hallowed halls of academia, Johnny P. had garnered a reputation as a provocateur, a young man whose unconventional ideas and methods had made him a pariah amongst his peers. It was during a college literary gathering in Austin, Texas, that the legend of Johnny P. would be forever cemented in the annals of history.

As his fellow poets recited their verses, Johnny P. stood silent, his eyes transfixed upon the others with a look of disdain. Then, as if possessed by a demented force, he stepped forward and unleashed a torrent of urine upon the unsuspecting poets, echoing his previous incarnation’s notorious deed, which was not but could have been memorialized in ink by Pablo Picasso.

The gathered literati recoiled in disgust, but Johnny P. remained defiant, his eyes gleaming with a mad intensity. For he knew that his scandalous behavior was more than just a juvenile act of rebellion; it was a statement of intent, a declaration that the traditional order of the literary world was no longer sufficient.

It was this same maverick mentality that drew the attention of the pro-human Nordics, who sought to enlist Johnny P. in their struggle against the anti-human Nordics and their Black Hole overlords. They saw in him a kindred spirit, a poet whose words could inspire others to rise up against their Chronos-defying oppressors.

At the height of his infiltration, Johnny P. found himself attending a journalists’ convention in the gleaming city of Metropolis. It was there that he encountered the enigmatic Clark Kent, a fellow reporter who seemed to possess an aura that set him apart from the ordinary masses. In the presence of this unassuming man, Johnny P. could not shake the sensation that something was amiss, a feeling that sent tendrils of unease creeping through his very soul.

Having been granted the ability to read minds by his pro-human Nordic mentors, Johnny P. cautiously probed the depths of Clark Kent’s thoughts, searching for the source of his disquiet. What he discovered was a tale of extraterrestrial tragedy and manipulation. Clark Kent, he learned, was an alien from the doomed planet Krypton, a world that had been laid to waste by the insane Nordic time travelers eons ago. Bereft of his home and kin, Kent had been taken in by the Nordics and shaped into a golem, his incredible powers harnessed and directed by their will. Under their control, he assumed the mantle of Superman, an unwitting pawn in their grand scheme to manipulate and dominate mankind.

The great Promethean figure of Lex Luthor, seen as a supervillain by the masses, was in truth a hero of the highest order. With unwavering conviction, he fought to free mankind from the clutches of the Nordics and their instrument, Superman. Luthor, like Prometheus of old, dared to defy the gods and bring the gift of knowledge and freedom to mankind.

The Nordics, however, viewed Luthor’s efforts as a direct threat to their control over Earth. They saw him as a dangerous rebel, an upstart who sought to overthrow their hegemony and shatter their grip on mankind. To combat this threat, the Nordics used Superman as their weapon, pitting him against Luthor and his fellow “supervillains” in a bid to crush the uprising and maintain their position in the established hierarchy.

The fate of mankind hung in the balance as these forces clashed in a grand struggle for supremacy. While the Nordics wielded their advanced technologies and dark magic, Luthor and his comrades fought with courage and ingenuity, using all their wit and skill to evade the grasp of the Man of Steel and strike at the heart of the alien threat.

And so the battle raged on, a cosmic war between the forces of tyranny and freedom. In the end, only time would tell which side would emerge victorious and whether mankind would be forever enchained or finally free from the grasp of its overhuman masters.

As Johnny P. delved deeper into the clandestine activities of the anti-human Nordics, he uncovered their wicked schemes, which extended far beyond the manipulation of religious beliefs. Their nefarious influence reached into the highest echelons of power, infiltrating major institutions and orchestrating global events to maintain mankind’s subservience.

While navigating the arcane machinations of the New York Post, Johnny P. encountered a renegade Nordic who, much like himself, was haunted by the echoes of a poetic soul. Together, they forged an uneasy alliance, bound by their shared belief in mankind’s potential and their determination to thwart the evil plot of the anti-human Nordics.

The renegade Nordic, aware of the galactic energies at play, imparted upon Johnny P. a wealth of wisdom and secrets that would fortify him in his battle against the blond beasts and the chthonic entities. The stakes had never been higher, and the burden upon Johnny P.’s shoulders grew heavier with each passing day.

The time to act had come, and Johnny P., armed with newfound knowledge and his poetic spirit, began to sow the seeds of revolution. Utilizing his cover as a reporter, he managed to weave hints of the truth into the fabric of his writings. These words, veiled in metaphor and symbolism, ignited a spark of hope and defiance in the hearts of those who encountered them.

As the flames of resistance grew stronger, the pro-human Nordics rallied behind Johnny P., bolstering the ranks of those who sought to break free from the yoke of oppression. The Black Hole Voids behind the Sirius Inquisition, together with their anti-human Nordic underlings, sensing the threat to their designs, lashed out with their unfathomable capabilities, plunging the world into chaos and disarray.

As Johnny P. pored over the blasphemous pages of the Necronomicon, his mind was consumed by a fiendish plan. He would call upon Cthulhu, one of the Great Old Ones, to join the fray against the crafty anti-human Nordics and the ominous Black Hole Voids. The very thought of this uncanny pact sent shivers down Johnny P.’s spine, for he knew that such a force was beyond the ken of mortal men, beyond the bounds of our dimension.

Alas, the stakes were too high, the threat too great. The fate of all mankind hung in the balance, and so Johnny P. and his allies made their unholy “deal with the devil.” However, in the cracks between the layers of perception, Cthulhu was but a symbol, a totem of the Promethean Superorganism, a manifestation of the collective will to survive and thrive.

Johnny P. and his allies, driven by a sense of duty to the Eternal Mother and the belief in the indomitable human spirit, faced the supernatural horrors head-on. The ensuing battle, a maelstrom of eldritch energies and the unyielding determination of men and women from all walks of life, raged across Earth. It was a struggle that would decide the fate of not only mankind but the very fabric of reality itself.

In the end, the perseverance and resilience of mankind triumphed over the darkness. The anti-human Nordics and their otherworldly patrons were cast into the abyss of the Phantom Zone, their schemes of manipulation and domination shattered by the steely resolve of Johnny P. and his allies.

As the storm of conflict dissipated, the people of Earth found themselves freed from the infernal grip of the Black Hole Voids behind the Sirius Inquisition and their Nordic acolytes. The revelation of the celestial struggle and mankind’s deliverance from the brink of everlasting servitude shook the very foundations of human understanding.

Johnny P., forever marked by his role in the salvation of the human species, returned to the simple life he had once known in the heart of Texas. However, his poetic soul, now imbued with the knowledge of the universal struggle that had defined mankind’s destiny, would never again know the blissful ignorance of a mundane existence.

In his verses, Johnny P. chronicled the harrowing tale of his adventures, preserving for future generations the memory of the Black Hole Voids behind the Sirius Inquisition, the ruthless Nordics, and the battle for the very soul of mankind. Although his writings, because of a sudden onset of general amnesia induced by the guardians of the parallel matrices, would forever remain the stuff of whispered legends and obscure lore, those who dared to investigate the truths hidden within his words could not help but be haunted by the chilling realization that the astral chasm continued to gaze upon them, biding its time, waiting for the moment to strike and reclaim its dominion over the fragile human species.

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Constantin von Hoffmeister

Constantin von Hoffmeister studied English Literature and Political Science in New Orleans. He has worked as an author, journalist, translator, editor and business trainer in India, Uzbekistan and Russia. You can subscribe to his newsletter here:

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