John Haynes: Illuminati

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  By Shawn James

  Copyright © 2024 Shawn James

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  Cover by Mike Williams

  Chapter 1

  Time Magazine calls him The Man Who Rules The World. We need to show him who is really in charge of it.

  I look out to the fellow members of the Illuminati seated around the emerald green marble table in the center of the conference room of our secret citadel. As I meet the eyes of my fellow elites, I hope I’ll be able to persuade them to take action against this John Haynes. No man can be allowed to believe he is above us.

  I bring up the presentation I have on John Haynes on my laptop and take my remote off the table and hand it to our servant, Edgar. On my gesture the tall slender blonde man in a black formal butler’s uniform points it at the big screen TV in front of the table. When I have the attention of my fellow elites, I present my case to them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve called you to this meeting because we have a problem.” I start. “There’s a man who believes he rules our world. And he acts like he is in charge of it.”

  “What man would be this foolish Hans?” Will Gates asks.

  On hearing the inquiry, I smile as I meet the eyes of the founder of Macrosoft. “His name is John Haynes.” I say as I point my remote at the TV screen to turn it on.

  As the one-eyed pyramid of the Illuminati appears onscreen Will gives me a quizzed look. “The CEO of Morris Phillips?” Will asks. “He’s nobody-”

  “He’s someone we need to take seriously. Will.” I continue. “Over the last two years John Haynes has been breaking demons, besting gods, and crushing despots in our world. Acting like a god instead of the common man he is.”

  I hit the play button on my remote. As my presentation starts to broadcast onscreen, my fellow members of the Illuminati are in awe as they watch the common husky toast colored Black man wearing a flat-top-fade hairstyle and dressed in a forest green button-down shirt, black jeans and Chelsea boots crush the gem of Omnipotence in his hands into dust as he stands above a fallen God Katious, stop a Muramasa blade in his bare hands as he bests The Manga Sensei, and throw a roundhouse punch that knocks our fellow Illuminus Count Dracula to the ground.

  “So he’s been beating up on supernatural types in the Legion.” Will continues. “I don’t see how this effects us humans-”

  “Clearly this man does not know his place in our world. We must show him where he belongs in it.”

  As Dracula watches John pick up the hammer of Thor on the big screen he becomes uneasy. “You don’t want to confront this man Hans.” He insists.

  I flash a smile on catching the terrified look on the vampire lord’s face. “Are you afraid he would best you again Count?”

  Dracula winces on hearing my dig. “You do not know who you are challenging-”

  He may be put fear into the likes of supernatural entities like Dracula, but I doubt a common man could stand against men like me who are his superiors. “From the information my agents have been able to find in their investigations I know that this is just a common man. Someone men of our position would easily would be able to break the spirit of if he came in our presence.”

  Dracula cuts a cold look at me. “You would be broken by him old man.”

  I doubt it. “Where is your faith in us Count Dracula?” I say smiling at him. “Do you not believe in our power to overcome a common man?”

  “Why would I believe a common man would prevail where a Principality of Darkness could not?”

  “You sound like you don’t believe in us Count-”

  “I don’t believe an old man like you would overcome him.” Dracula says.

  “You have no reason to fear him this time Count.” I reassure. “When we confront him you would have the full order of the Illuminati at your side. When we showed him our power-”

  My words do not persuade him. “You can show him that power without me.”

  “Count-”

  The Count jumps out of his seat and rushes towards the door behind his chair. “I will have no dealings with any affairs regarding John Haynes!” The Count barks.

  The Count twists the knob of the door behind his chair and storms into a flash of light that takes him from our citadel to the darkness of his castle in Transylvania. After seeing his dramatic exit, Prince Bandar Bin Sultan, head of OPEC turns and gives me an uneasy look. “This John Haynes must be some kind of dangerous for him to scare Vlad.” He says. “Usually he’s cool as a cucumber at these meetings.”

  From what I’ve learned in my research he’s possibly one of the most dangerous men this organization will face. “It is unfortunate that the Count let his fears dissuade him from participating in our campaign.” I continue. “However, with us all working together I know we could easily crush this man.”

  “And why would we want to crush him?” Robert Ailes, the head of News Corp says. “He’s got Morris Phillips running like a top. I’ve pulled a billion in dividends on my stock. He can rebuke all the supernatural types if it allows me to make money.”

  If he can overcome the Lord’s supernatural enforcers, it’s only a matter of time before he challenges us. We must let this man know his place in our world. “John Haynes acts like he is a god.” I plead. “We must show this common man who he serves. Now who will vote with me to take action against John Haynes?”

  “Before the members of the Illuminati can raise hands to vote, a flash of light fills the room. When it clears Lucifer, the Lord of Hell stands at the head of the table. When the burly caramel colored man in the tailored red suit black shirt, red tie and Italian leather shoes meets my eyes with a cold look from his dark ones. “You don’t want to vote on this proposal.”

  Chapter 2

  I cut a cold look at Hans Schmidt, the head of the Global Economic Form. From the sound of things it looks like they’re looking to take action against John Haynes. The last thing I need is my overlords on Earth interfering in my affairs. Perhaps a reprimand will let the earth’s elite know their place in my Legion.

  On meeting my scowling eyes Hans starts to get nervous. The stout bald headed elderly German man wearing a custom tailored navy blue suit, white shirt and red tie gives me an anxious look. “John Haynes is a threat your operations Lord. Why wouldn’t you want us to dispatch of this man?” Hans inquires.

  “What’s between myself and John Haynes is none of your concern.” I say meeting his eyes.

  Hans eyes grow wide on hearing my order. “None of my concern?” He blusters. “He’s wreaking havoc in my world!”

  I raise an eyebrow at Hans on hearing his declaration. “Your world?”

  Hans catches himself on revealing his Freudian slip. “I meant to say it is your world Lord.”

  As his Lord I would think he’d heed the warning I’ve given him. But he continues to believe he still has a case to make. “I put you in charge of running my business operations on earth Hans. Take care of that business.”

  Hans becomes anxious on hearing my order. But that does not deter him from continuing to make his case. “That’s what I’m trying to do Lord,“ He pleads. “As a responsible steward to you, I don’t want to see any of the operations you established on earth disrupted by this man.”

  I’m well aware of the bigger picture. “A responsible steward obeys the orders of his Lord.”

  “Lord, John Haynes needs to be neutralized. If left unchecked he could disrupt your affairs on Earth-”

  Maybe I need a new Chairman. “No member of this body will go after John Haynes.” I order looking out to the members of my Illuminati. “Do I make myself clear?”

  The men nod their heads in agreement on hearing me. Unfortunately, Hans continues to try to make his case. “But Lord-”

  “This meeting is adjourned.”

  Chapter 3

  After adjourning my meeting, Lucifer disappears in a flash of light. On hearing the meeting is over, my fellow members of the illuminati ease out of their seats, and step through the doorways that take them back to their offices all across the globe. While The Lord doesn’t want us to take action against John Haynes, I believe there is no transgression if I sent him a message.

  After all the world’s most powerful men leave Edgar turns to me. “Is that all Chairman Schmidt?”

  “No, I need you to take care of some affairs.” I say. “I need you to hack into the Morris Phillips database get me John Haynes’ schedule.”

  Edgar gives me an uneasy look on hearing the request. “Chairman, The Lord told you not to get involved with him-”

  “He told me not to have the Illuminati to take action against him. I say. “He did not say I could send him a message.”

  “Do you think it’s wise to disobey the Lord, Herr Schmidt?”

  If demons in the Legion can play with the letter of the Lord’s laws then we humans can skirt his policies with technicalities as well. “Since this is not official Illuminati business, I have not participated in any transgression. So I have not violated the letter of the Lord’s order.”

  “Technichally.”

  “As long as I get the desired result of a broken John Haynes then The Lord should be pleased.”

  “Very well.” Edgar says. I’ll have Mr. Haynes’ schedule for you by the end of the morning.”

  Chapter 4

  I’m about to sit down to lunch when the knob of the enchanted doorway leading to the Secret Citadel across the room twists. When it opens the Illuminati butler Edgar steps into the room with a folder tucked under his arm. It looks like he was able to get John Haynes’ schedule. Good. The faster we can arrange our meeting the faster I can teach him a lesson in who is his master.

  As Edgar approaches me, I’m anticipating good news. “I was able to get John Haynes’ schedule Herr Chairman.” He tells me.

  “Excellent.” I say. ”Is there a time we can exploit?”

  There’s an opening in his schedule at 12:30 tomorrow we can capitalize on. He’s leaving the tower at that time to make a presentation for the Morris Mania event at the Javits Center.”

  “He won’t be making that appointment.”

  “You’re planning to meet him there?”

  “I’m planning on bringing him to the Citadel.”

  Edgar’s eyes grow wide on hearing my plan. “That’s a big risk Herr Chairman.” Edgar says. “Only Elites the Lord have chosen are allowed to set foot in the Citadel.”

  “I believe bringing him there will send a message about how much power we wield.”

  “It would be an effective way of showing how we can make a god cease from existing.”

  “Shall I clear your schedule for tomorrow then?”

  “Yes, I believe I shall take a meeting with John Haynes. And by the end of that meeting he will know his place in our world.”

  Chapter 5

  My hands clench into fists on hearing Hans’ plans. I don’t know what angers me more, the audacity that he has to think he knows better than me or his flagrant insubordination. While I reward demons for skirting the rules, they only take action after they get my approval.

  I’d love to leave Hans as a pile of ashes on the floor of his office at the Global Economic Forum, but I’ll let him have his meeting with John. Once he is humbled in that encounter, then I’ll mete out a proper punishment.

  Chapter 6

  I take a deep breath to calm the anxieties welling up inside me as I lean on the doorway of E’steem’s bedroom. As she sits on her bed searching for the file for the presentation we’re supposed to give at the Javits Center, I try to get myself together so I can make the speech that accompanies it. Most of the public knows me as a great orator. However, if they only knew that I was shy South Bronx kid who struggles with social anxiety they’d have a different perception of me. Demons and supernatural creatures I can handle. But people have always been problem for me.

  I’ve managed to come out of my shell over the last two years making presentations like the Morris Mania one we’re having at the Javits Center. Even though I’ve gained some confidence as I’ve rediscovered my voice it’s always scary when I think about speaking in front of a crowd.

  The time on my Rolex is 12:30 as I watch E’steem frantically scrolling through the files on her iPhone for searching for the file with our presentation for Morris Mania. The tall voluptuous raven haired almond colored woman wearing a red wrap dress and heels gives me an anxious look as she peers up from her phone and shakes her head. “My phone ate your presentation.” She tells me.

  Looks like we’re gonna be late for our presentation. “No problem, you can just download another copy from the cloud.” I tell her.

  “That’s gonna take twenty minutes.” E’steem pouts.

  “So we’re gonna be very late-”

  “Yeah, and that’s not gonna leave a good impression our guests.”

  The presentation starts when I arrive. I think I can buy her some time to download our presentation by working the crowd before the presentation. “Guess I’ll have to I’ll meet you at the Javits Center.”

  E’steem gives me an uneasy look on hearing my change in plans. “I don’t think that’s a good idea John.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t like the idea of you going out by yourself.” She says jumping off the bed and rushing over to me.

  I think being by myself will help me deal with all the nerves I’m feeling. “Are you afraid of me running into our kind of trouble?” I ask meeting her concerned eyes.

  “I’m more afraid of you running into the wrong kind of people.”

  She’s got a point. I’m more comfortable with the gods, monsters, and creatures of the night who hide in the shadows of Morris Phillips than most of the people who work for us. “I doubt I’m gonna run into any trouble riding cross-town by myself.” I say.

  “Still you could run into another person like your old boss-”

  I wince thinking about that encounter two years ago. He pushed me out of the Ujamaa conference two years ago with his elitist talk. If it wasn’t for E’steem showing me what he was doing I wouldn’t have been able to stand in the place God wanted me to be right now. “I dealt with people on my own before I got involved with all the supernatural craziness at Morris Phillips. And I can deal with them now.”

  “Alright.” E’steem concedes. “But you call me as soon as you meet up with Lilith at the Javits Center.”

  “It’ll be the first thing I’ll do when I get down there.” I say stealing a kiss from her lips.

  “I’ll call Lilith and let her know you’re on your way.”

  Chapter 7

  I get an uneasy feeling as John rushes down the hall to the private elevator. I really don’t like the idea of him traveling alone. In the best case scenario he runs into some demon or mythical creature. In the worst case scenario he runs into some human looking to start something with him.

  Two years ago, I’d have been scared about John being on his own in a situation with a demon or some supernatural type. However, in that time John has learned how to hold his own with demons in Lucifer’s Legion. While I have no problem leaving him alone the gods, demons, angels, spirits and principalities of darkness, and Creatures of the Night we run into as we do our business at Morris Phillips, I’m not comfortable with him being alone with people. I don’t know what evil they’re capable of doing. Or what John is capable of doing when he responds to them. The last thing he needs to get involved in an incident with people that makes him and the company look bad.

  I’m not happy about John being on his own among humans. But I have to trust that God will keep him safe until we can meet up at the Javits Center later.

  Chapter 8

  After stealing a goodbye kiss from E’steem, I rush down the hall and get my ID card out of my front pocket. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to get the crowd so excited for today’s event they won’t ever remember that I’m late for my own meeting.

  I take a deep breath as I approach the private elevator and swipe my ID card. As I step in and hit the button to take me to the basement, I try to calm the anxieties welling up inside me. This is my first time going out on my own in two years. Ever since I got racially profiled by my own security team, E’steem has been staying close to me to make sure I don’t wind up getting into it with the racists, the social justice activists, crab in a barrel black folks, or the guy just having a bad day. If one incident with them gets recorded on social media it can lead to bad publicity for me and the company.

  I watch as the digital counter for the private elevator counts down from 66 to B2 as it descends from the penthouse to the sub-basement garage of the Morris Phillips Tower. When it opens, I rush past the fleet of black company Cadillac Escalades and my Dad’s red 1976 Buick Electra Limited to the idling Escalade at the far side of the basement garage. I approach the rear passenger door of the luxury SUV, open it up, and hop into the smooth leather backseat. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” I tell the driver.

  On hearing my voice, the driver turns to me. When I see the blonde man in the tailored suit I’m surprised. He’s not one of my drivers. “What happened to Charles?” I ask.

 

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