A high level spook whose wife was sacrificed by the cult (for getting too close to something beyond evil in post war Asia) plans an long term exacting revenge.
OSS/CIA in the thick of it from the beginning, the real Manhattan project, Paperclip, the staging of Korea/Vietnam. Gets involved in a Satanic/Clown “safe haven” in a historically significant area to the cult, takes it upon himself to tell his very young first grandchild the “truth of the matter” everything he knew, all of it. Truth will beat the evil, show them, try to beat this kid, he has more knowledge in his head than your bosses bosses handlers boss. They killed his soulmate, plus he had “the eye” and a lot of friends, all over the world. Go for the kid, he’s right there, good luck.
He brings the kid to get “the thing” and then throws him to the fucking wolves. The kid grows up surrounded by ex intelligence spooks, hippies, Satanists, witches, pedophiles, junkies, drunks, artists, theater types, blue bloods, fancy English ladies with short black hair.
TheY don’t leave the kid alone, a constant barrage to break the mind, never ends, horrors beyond imagination, kid sees it all, has unfortunate “interference” events, witnesses scenes of violence, sexual deviance et al at a young age, untimely deaths, the “guys with big heads”, DS clowns, Military intel spooks, MasonCucks, witches, Moosies (MOS)
The kid runs, runs all over the country, stays in a place for a bit then off again, gotta keep movin.
Eventually folds, another boozer back home, theY got the kid contained, he turns into an NPC, a nobody, 10 years gone.
Time passes, then the kid walks into an attic of a very old family, filled with books, Blavatsky, Bailey, early socialist/Fabian writings, Masonry, Gnostic writings, pictures and letters, Red Cross, poetry, modern art, an apartment in New York City, notes, magazines, long trips abroad, postcards, so many notes, programs, playbills, etc
The whole dam fetid path of the cabal was right there with hundreds of pieces of correspondence to document it all from 1900s to late 60s.
Homeowner the kid, “Get it all out of here, take it, all of it. It all hurts to much Oh and these, my NAZI relatives stole them from the Jews”
The kid works his way through the massive pile, immerses completely, sorting by year, a chronology unfolds, then all of the sudden it all just clicks, BOOM. there is a mission, a most important mission, there’s something or someone the kid needs to connect with or find in New York City,
We got shit to do, dunno what yet, but it’s big.
Really big.