The statue of the ancient Ammonite-Canaanite-Phoenician god Moloch stood at the top of the hill and long lines of parents brought up their babies to be burnt.
The statue was made of bronze and its hands extended over a bronze brazier. The hands stretched out and the baby was put in its hands. The hands then placed the child into the burning fire of the brazier and as it did so, the limbs of the statue contracted and the mouth of the statue opened into a wide grin and laughed.
Dressed in robes of white and holding knives and likewise smiling and laughing at this spectacle were Rhode Island Congressman Patrick Kennedy and former Maryland Lieutenant-Governor Kathleen Kennedy Townsend.
"Hail Moloch," Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend thrust out their right arms in a "Heil Hitler"-like salute towards the statue.
Congressman Kennedy and Lt.-Gov. Townsend then grabbed the cooked remains of the babies from the other end of the brazier and started eating them and smacking their lips in sheer ecstatic orgiastic delight.
"Well done," Kathleen winked at the statue of Moloch in compliments to the statue's cooking skills and also in reference to how she liked her meat cooked.
"This is so much better than what we have to digest after one of those Transubstantiation moments that Thomas Aquinas wrote about," Congressman Kennedy guffawed as he chewed delectably on baby toes.
"Who's Thomas Aquinas?" his sleezebag airhead cousin asked as she swallowed down mouthfuls of baby liver and kidney with great delight.
"Somebody square old grandmother Rose used to talk about," Congressman Kennedy spat out a piece of baby ankle as his head rolled back in laughter and he reached for his goblet for another sip of wine.
Suddenly the earth rumbled and shook.
The ground split open and the bodies of unborn babies came out of the ground.
"What the -?" Before Congressman Patrick Kennedy could finish his sentence he was being burnt with saline solution and his arms and legs were being torn apart and sucked into a vacuum cleaner.
"It's my own personal choice," spoke the unborn baby holding the vacuum cleaner.
In the meantime, Kathleen Kennedy Townsend was having her ovaries ripped apart.
"To prevent you from becoming a female Cronus towards your own offspring," an unborn baby girl explained.
* * *
Amadeus Emanon was being awakened from his dream.
Renfield R. Renfield was shaking his shoulders.
"It looked as though you were having a nightmare," Renfield said, "although I personally enjoy being in nightmares myself."
"You do?" Amadeus asked.
"Yes, particularly other people's nightmares," Renfield winked at Amadeus before heading down to the basement dungeon on the multi-millionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set's estate where some chained and tied up people awaited the shapeshifting hamster and Chief of Corporate Security for Set Enterprises.
To be continued.
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