Damnation Organization

By Jenkins Hightower

The oldest and most dangerous organization in the world is rearing its head in the city of Chicago. It’s been in existence since the dawn of man, and now secretly serving as members are some of the most prominent people in the city who have sold their souls for worldly goods. Unnatural occurrences of killings and deaths are a result, and what is dubbed the M.O.T.B. (Mark of the Beast) murders prompt homicide detective Lt. Christian to seek help from his priest and psychiatrist friend Dr. Kailin, who has extensive knowledge in the matter and has written a book on the obscure organization invoking these activities. The two pair up to investigate and track the organization’s roots in hell, discovering a deeper plot to seize and imprison “Good Souls” in an attempt to convert them into damned ones. In the struggle to deliver the city of Chicago out of this perilous bondage, others destined to unite with Lt. Christian and Dr. Kailin help infiltrate the organization, and a new war against evil is waged.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Nov 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781638298823

Jenkins Hightower

Jenkins Hightower was born and raised in Chicago Illinois by his mother and father where he went to grammar school and high school. Afterward, he enlisted in the United States Marines and received an honorable discharge. He went to college and received an Associate’s degree. He currently resides in East Chicago, Indiana.

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About the Author

Jenkins Hightower was born and raised in Chicago Illinois by his mother and father where he went to grammar school and high school. Afterward, he enlisted in the United States Marines and received an honorable discharge. He went to college and received an Associate’s degree. He currently resides in East Chicago, Indiana.

Dedication

This is dedicated to the people who know a spiritual war is waging.

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Hightower, Jenkins

Damnation Organization

ISBN 9781638298809 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781638298816 (Hardback)

ISBN 9781638298823 (ePub e-book)

ISBN 9798886932096 (Audiobook)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023916606

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I would like to thank Austin Macauley for assisting me in the publication of this book.

Book Summary

Dr. Kailin is the hero of the book. The entire story revolves around him as he tries to solve the mystery of the mysterious plane incident and subsequent deaths. The plane he is aboard gets into an accident, which results in many deaths of innocent people.

He has written a best-seller book about Damnation Organization that is a covert organization being operated by an anti-Christ group. Deception, a fallen angel and right hand to Satan, is running the organization. He thrives on recruiting humans on the earth. They give away what a person wants in exchange for his or her soul.

Dr. Kailin becomes a part of the investigation of mysterious deaths in the town. As he moves on, he and the persons close to him realize that the Damnation Organization, about which he wrote a book, was in fact real.

The plot takes an exciting turn when Kailin finds out that he was the lost child and one of the three siblings that Deception was looking for. The story grasps the reader at the point when Deception plays with the mind of Kailin to make him sell his soul. Deception brags about his power and sees Kailin’s soul as a trophy. However, Kailin has a strong brain and soul. He fiercely fights off the mind games of Deception. When Deception could not find any solution, he uses Kailin’s loved ones against him by entering their bodies and making them do things that they would not have done otherwise.

The investigation into the plane incident lands Dr. Kailin in a battle between evil and goodness. Deception continues to make Kailin sell away his soul, but Kailin always resists.

At one point, it comes to light that the members of Damnation Organization are too many. They are everywhere. Several police officers sacrifice their lives in different supernatural incidents as the investigation goes on. Finally, the commissioner of the police appears to be one member of the Damnation Organization. Kailin and his friend Christian find out that the commissioner had been a member of the organization for centuries. He sold his soul for immortality. When the commissioner realizes that Kailin and Christian know about him, he turns against both of them. From here, the story takes a decisive turn, and the battle between Deception and Kailin grows strong.

The story is a gruesome and exhaustive battle between the protagonist Dr. Kailin and the antagonist Deception. We see Kailin protecting those close to him. While Dr. Kailin represents the goodness in the world, Deception represents evil. The plot thickens when both are caught in a conflict. Dr. Kailin struggles to keep those around him alive as Deception snatches the souls of those he loves the most. They make those who do not sell their souls captive by Deception. They put them in Hell to compel them to do what Deception says.

Chapter I

The dim light added an eerie effect to the passages being read out of the Holy Bible, referring to the fall of Satan.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found anymore in heaven.

Revelation 12:7, 8

As the little boy read on, he began to see mental images of what he was reading.

And he said unto them, I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.

-Luke 10:18

The Devil’s expulsion continued to flicker graphically in young Kailin’s mind. It ceased when he heard a twitching sound at the window, abruptly bringing him out of his trance. Slowly, he looked in that direction as beads of sweat covered his face. Gently, he wiped clear his brow, looking at the window shade. The twitching stopped. He began to feel sluggish and closed his eyes for three to four seconds, not realizing he was lapsing back to the vision.

Opening his eyes, the images reappeared more clearly in his mind this time, but in slow motion. He was watching Satan’s fall in its entirety, one third of the angels falling with him. Just as Satan’s fall and the window shade impacted on the surface, the door to Kailin’s bedroom swung open. Someone entered the room. At the flick of the light switch Kailin’s subconscious trance lifted.

Awake now, he found himself subjected to a verbal reprimand.

You’d better have that shade back up before I turn out the light, the nursemaid instructed, the devil be watching you tonight if you don’t.

She always did have an uncanny sense of humor. Not that she wasn’t a good nanny, but it was just her way of playing games with him, being he had such a creative mind for a child of six and knowing perfectly well he would formulate an image of whatever she’d say to him. Residing on his bed with the blanket covered halfway over his legs, his hands lying motionless upon his thighs, Kailin remained speechless, sitting in an upright position with his back propped against the pillows while she repeated her demand.

I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, and the shade had better be up.

His head nodded while his eyes followed her, watching her leave the room. Closing the door shut, she made her way across the hall only to double back. Kailin could hear her footsteps advance closer and closer. Quiet as she tried to be, he knew she crept outside his door.

Vergie paused. Then, not thinking he was aware of her presence, she continued to spy. A few more steps and she would be there.

Arriving at the door, she kneeled down to listen. Not hearing anything, she peered into the keyhole, seeking to observe Kailin’s reaction. She could see the back of his golden curly locks.

He was remaining still on the bed, not budging an inch. Kailin just wouldn’t allow himself to be seen while carrying out her authoritative demand. He waited. Minutes seemed like hours anticipating her departure.

Finally, she left. Once again he could hear her footsteps move, this time toward the end of the corridor and down the stairs.

The moment brought relief for him, but he had an inkling the worst was yet to come.

Vergie was due to return anytime. So, Kailin got a grip of himself and gathered the nerve to move. Tucking his Bible underneath the pillow, he quietly emerged from the bed, planting his feet on the floor.

The cold night’s air swept its way under the crack of the door and he could feel the draft numbing his toes. Carefully, he advanced toward the window. He bent down and picked up the window shade, then stood back up. Clutching it in his hands, winding it tight, he felt the warp in the rod and began bending it back and forth until it was straight again.

His eyes scanned the top half of the window sill to see where the ends of the rod would catch before trying to put it back.

He wanted to drag the chair over from the corner, but didn’t for fear it would make too much noise and cause Vergie to come up sooner. Kailin climbed onto the window ledge and stood on his tippytoes.

Grasping the rod at both ends, his arms were parallel as he extended the shade upward toward the window. Barely reaching it, he stretched as far as he could. The tension in his little legs was more than he could endure. Easing down on the balls of his feet to relieve himself of the strain, his heels reclined on the ledge and he felt a reprieve.

He steadied himself there for a minute, staring at his reflection in the glass. After blinking, he found himself momentarily scared by what now stood before him on the ledge outside his window.

Realizing the playful act, it was too late. The surprise had caused him to lose his footing.

Quickly grabbing hold of the side panel of the window with his left hand, Kailin’s pajama cuff snagged a splinter in the wood, piercing his palm, causing him to relinquish his grip and fall.

Managing to throw both arms back, he spread forth his hands to absorb the impact. In doing so, his palms hit the floor first, driving the splinter deeper into his left hand.

Amused that he caught his pal off-guard, the delightful little prankster danced around outside the window ledge, singing…

I spooked you, I spooked you, sang Christian, pressing his face against the glass, unaware of Kailin’s smarting hand.

Kailin didn’t tell him either. He just sat there looking at Christian, knowing he had been tricked good.

Just then Kailin heard Vergie coming up the stairs and warned Christian.

Christian immediately heeding the warning, jumped from the window ledge onto the shingles of the roof, and took off climbing down the tree.

Running across the professor’s yard, he made tracks in the snow over to his side of the fence and climbed up the rosebush rack leading to the edge of his bedroom window. Slipping back in, he closed the window and watched as Vergie returned to Kailin’s bedroom. Seeing Kailin on the floor tending his own injury, immediately Vergie panicked and rushed over to him.

What happened? Vergie asked, stooping down, taking hold of his hand and examining it.

Seeing the small splinter she took a bobby pin from her hair, bit the tip a couple of times and used it to remove the splinter. There, it’s all better now, said Vergie, kissing Kailin’s hand. She grabbed him and hugged him.

In that instant, Kailin felt a motherly love about the way she held him. But the feeling quickly left him when Vergie realized she was being overly affectionate and remembered her status as nanny.

Come on. Go to bed now and be more careful next time, said Vergie rather authoritatively, whisking Kailin across the room. I’ll not stand for you going about hurting yourself, she preached while hanging the window shade.

And it better stay there, she said, walking toward the door. Now, goodnight! she told him and closed the door behind her.

How dare he scare me like that, he heard her utter while she left down the hallway. As soon as he figured she was gone, Kailin hopped out of bed and ran to the window. He knew Christian would be at his.

Kailin raised the shade and saw Christian peering at him through a pair of binoculars, part of a private eye set he had received for a present last Christmas. Kailin waved goodnight. Christian, rubbing his sleepy eyes, waved back. But then he noticed something unusual cast above Kailin.

Taking another look with his binoculars, he focused in on the specter, and what he saw through the lens scared him so that he threw down the binoculars and fell backward to the floor, retreating away from the window.

Hearing the noise upstairs in his room, Christian’s mother came up to investigate. All right, Mr. Detective, time for you to be in bed. It’s past eight o’clock. Santa’s going to pass you up tonight if you don’t get any sleep. Up you go now, she said, helping him in, making sure he got snug underneath the blankets.

Christian said nothing.

She kissed him, and seeing his curtains left open she walked over to the window to close them. But before doing so, she noticed Kailin at his window and shook her head with a faint smile.

Where do these kids get the energy to stay up past their bedtime after having played all day? she thought.

You… she whispered, pointing her finger at Kailin, go to bed! She gestured nicely by placing both her hands against the side of her face in a resting position.

Acknowledging her, Kailin nodded his head to comply. Before drawing the shade, he noticed her eyes suddenly shifting the way Christian’s did. Now she was looking above him in that same disturbing manner.

Kailin turned to see what she saw. He could find nothing. By the time he turned back around to look at her, the curtains were closed.

She’s gone, he thought.

Too tired to think anything more of her or Christian’s strange behavior, Kailin lowered the shade and went to bed.

There she stood behind the curtains for the moment, silent.

The ominous shadow she recognized lurking over Kailin struck terror in her soul. Having seen glimpses of its presence, she was utterly dismayed, for in the sighting it foretold her doom as well.

Not wanting to arouse suspicion from her son, calmly she walked past his bed as though everything was fine.

Seeing her tearful, red eyes, Christian knew something was troubling his mother.

Could she have seen the same thing I saw? he thought, and hoped to comfort her. I love you, Mommy, he said.

Oh, my precious little darling, I love you too, she replied, rushing to his side, kissing and hugging him, trembling the whole while. Now go to bed, my baby. I’ll see you in the morning, she said, trying to hold back the tears. Sweet dreams, she told him and left.

Feeling his mother’s sorrow, Christian became worried about her. He was already afraid for his best friend Kailin. So he prayed for the both of them and closed his eyes, falling fast asleep.

Inside Kailin’s room, he too fell asleep.

Chapter II

More than twenty-five years later, Kailin was on a plane returning to the United States.

There, standing before him with her head bowed down and hands folded, a woman was praying. She appeared to be a nun. But an odd thing, the garb she wore wasn’t of the traditional color black. It was red. Even more bizarre was the string of beads she held in her hand. Each bead began to bleed as she pressed on them one by one with her thumb and fingertips while reciting these words: Hail Mary, your ass is in heaven. But I’ll soon be seated at your throne.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping she would go away. It’s only a dream, he thought, and reopened them. She was still there.

Frightened as he was, he pretended not to be afraid this time, keeping a watchful eye on her, curious to see her identity.

She lifted her head.

Seeing the woman’s face, instantly he was overcome by her mesmerizing stare, and for the moment couldn’t move.

Holding out her hand, she extended to him the accursed rosary. Take it! she said.

Refusing her, he shook his head and cringed when she tried to force the string of bleeding beads upon him. He was being difficult.

Yet determined to get him to take it she thought up something clever. Come on, take it. It’s candy, she said.

Her subliminal voice enticed him into believing it was a lollipop with the sweet captivating aroma of cherry flavor, tantalizing to any kid’s taste buds.

Under her intoxicating influence he reached forth for goody. After holding it in his hand he saw it wasn’t candy at all, but an upside down, blood-soaked crucifix attached to the rest of the rosary. He screamed, No! and dropped it.

There was a tap lightly on Dr. Kailin’s shoulder. Excuse me, sir… said the flight attendant, trying to wake him.

He flinched, awakening out of his nightmare, somewhat startled.

Sorry for disturbing you, but the captain did announce we would be landing shortly. Please fasten your seatbelt.

My apologies. I must’ve dozed off for a minute or two, replied Dr. Kailin, massaging the back of his neck.

That’s all right. Here, let me help you, Doctor, she said, buckling him in.

The gentleman who was sitting next to me, where’d he go? asked Dr. Kailin.

Oh, he went to the restroom. He should be back soon, replied the flight attendant, carrying on with her rounds.

Fragments of Dr. Kailin’s childhood memories had wandered his mind during the flight. But the dream, this bothered him. Now that he was returning back to the States it would be among his priorities to seek out answers unraveling the mysterious events occurring throughout periods of his infancy.

Feeling a slight headache come on, Dr. Kailin reached down for his briefcase to get some aspirin. He heard something slide from between the arm of his seat to the floor. He picked it up. It was a rosary.

Strange, he thought, running the string of black beads across his fingers. He noticed a red speckle on one of the beads and scraped part of it off with his fingernail. It was dried blood, reminding him of his dream.

Dr. Kailin, said the flight attendant, coming to tell him about the rosary. I forgot to mention that the nun that passed through here not more than five minutes ago, she left it for you. You were asleep.

Opening the door to return to his seat, Father Joseph paused, overhearing what the flight attendant was saying.

I thought it was unusual for her to be standing over you, staring at you while you weren’t awake. So I walked up to her and asked her did she know you? She told me she thought she did but was probably mistaken. That’s when she left the rosary for you and walked away hurriedly.

Describe her to me, said Dr. Kailin.

Well, she was rather attractive to be a nun. And she talked with a French accent. An odd thing though, she could have passed for your twin.

The flight attendant’s description of the nun muddled in Dr. Kailin’s mind for a moment, and he thought back to the dream.

Could she be the one? I must know, thought Father Joseph, noting the description for more extreme reasons.

While the flight attendant had her back turned talking with Dr. Kailin, Father Joseph eased out of the restroom and slipped into the next compartment to try and find her.

Meanwhile, two young servicemen in military uniform sitting mid-row a couple of seats up were chatting. One of them, the bubblier, was eyeing the flight attendant.

Man, will ya take a look at the gorgeous body on her, said the Marine, nudging his Navy buddy.

The Navy man looked. Wow! She is lookin’ rather gorgeous. And she’s American, too, said the sailor. But the guy she’s talking to, he looks sort of familiar.

Forget the dude, ya dope, said the Marine.

Naw. I’m serious, said the sailor, and remembering where he’d seen that face before, he reached for a small duffel bag underneath his seat and began frisking through it.

Whatcha lookin’ for, man? asked the Marine.

Come on, it’s gotta be… here it is! I told you the guy’s face was familiar. Take a look at this, said the sailor, pulling out a book with Dr. Kailin’s picture on the back cover.

The Damnation Organization, yeah. I’m carrying a copy of the book, too, said the Marine, taking it out of his bag.

I gotta meet this cat. Hey, man, he shouted, trying to get Dr. Kailin’s attention, instead drawing angry looks from other passengers.

Oops. Okay guys, you’re right. Let me rephrase that. Pardon me, sir, aren’t you the one who wrote about a society called the Damnation Organization?

Yes, that’s right, said Dr. Kailin.

Jesus man, this is some heavy shit to be laying on the public. But it’s cold, cold real. Tough as I am. I get goose bumps just knowin’ such a populace exists, said the marine, all fired up. I want you to know all the fellas down at Delta Company got yer back covered.

Thanks, Marine. That’s nice to know, said Dr. Kailin.

Just one other thing, Doc, or do you prefer Father? asked the Marine.

Doctor is fine.

Me and my sailor bud was wondering if—

Sure, said Dr. Kailin. I’d be happy to autograph copies.

Both servicemen quickly unbuckled their seat belts and rushed over to him.

Now, who should I make these out to? asked Dr. Kailin.

My name is Will, said the Marine.

Mine is John, said the sailor.

Waiting on the signature, the young Marine said, Ya oughta write to our commander in chief, the President, and tell him to send us in. I guarantee ya man we’ll wipe every last one of those evil sons of bitches off the face of God’s green earth. I’m for real man! he said, between hiccups.

I believe you, Marine, said Dr. Kailin, looking wistful. He handed them the signed copies.

Both men thanked him.

All right gentlemen, the interview’s over with. Back to your seats and buckle up. We’ll be landing shortly, said the flight attendant, assisting them.

By the way, Miss, with all due respect, you look lovely.

Why thank you, Marine, replied the flight attendant, trying to avoid his breath. Now I want you two to promise me you’ll lay off the joy juice for a while. At least until you’ve made it to your destination, she said, holding out her hand for the wine skin she could see not hidden very well between their seats.

We promise, precious, said the Marine, handing it over.

Thanks, guys. I’ll be sure to return this when you leave the plane, she said, and left.

On her way an elderly passenger stopped her. I say. The nerve of those American chaps. Drinkin’ and carrying on a storm like that in their uniforms. Your Uncle Sam should take a big stick to them britches. That’ll teach ’em their proper manners, said the old Englishman. Stanley, not so loud. The lads’ll hear you, whispered his wife.

Oh, poppycock! said the stubborn old husband. Why, back in my day serving in Her Majesty’s forces the queen would have had our hides for acting like that.

Aw, don’t be so hard on our boys, sir. They’re just a little drunk, that’s all, said the flight attendant.

I should say so. Huh! said the old man.

The flight attendant smiled and walked away, going back to talk with Dr. Kailin.

So you’re the one who wrote the book. Now I remember, she said. I saw you on a talk show in Paris when I was there last month. You look so different without your beard. Tell me, Dr. Kailin, does such a society really exist?

I’m afraid so my dear, he said, glancing at his watch. By the way, could you please check on my companion in the restroom? He should be back now.

You’re right. Let me go see, said the flight attendant, unaware Father Joseph had gone.

By now he was making his way through the final compartment in the front section of the plane secretly searching for the nun, having convinced the other flight attendants he usually was permitted on flights to walk from one end of the aircraft to the other in order to alleviate himself of a mild case of claustrophobia.

It was there he found her seated in the front row, all the way over to the right by the window. She was asleep and appeared to be traveling alone (the seats next to her were vacant).

Standing close as he could to her without rousing any suspicion, Father Joseph saw that her face bore an exact resemblance.

But is it her? I have to be sure, he thought. There was only one way to find out.

Stooping down by her, he pretended to tie his shoelaces while pulling from his pocket a small penknife, and using it to cut a slit in her black nylon. Doing this, Father Joseph remembered well the instructions of the late Professor Kailin. Look for a scar on the right ankle…a brown birthmark, the shape of a keyhole…

He looked, and was astonished. My God! She is the one, he thought. He immediately got up, waking her. His heart was racing in his chest. He prayed it wasn’t too late.

My child, you must come with me! Your life is in terrible danger, said Father Joseph.

What terrible danger? I don’t understand.

Please! Trust me! There’s no time to explain. You must come with me! he urged, taking her by the hand.

What are you doing, Father? asked the flight attendant coming up behind him.

I’m trying to protect her! She’s in grave danger.

Noting the disturbance, another flight attendant hurried to get the captain. Sir, we’re having a problem with one of the passengers and need your help.

I’m coming, replied the captain, leaving the copilot to fly the plane.

Stepping out of the cockpit the captain saw what was going on and quickly intervened.

Father, my name is Captain Jennings. What seems to be the problem?

While the captain attempted to resolve the matter, Dr. Kailin was being summoned.

Doctor, would you please come with me. It’s about your friend, Father Joseph, a flight attendant told him discreetly.

What’s happened? Is he all right? Dr. Kailin asked her.

But before she could reply a buzzing alarm sounded off and the plane went into an immediate descent.

The oxygen masks dropped, dangling on a cord before each passenger. The attendant scurried for one. The startled passengers were doing the same.

In the cockpit an attempt to send a distress signal was failing.

O’Hare, this is Flight 411. We have cabin pressure loss in forward section fuselage. Dropping to a lower altitude to compensate pressure loss. Do you copy?

No response sir, said the flight engineer.

Try again, said the copilot.

I repeat, O’Hare, this is Flight 411. We have cabin pressure loss in forward section fuselage, dropping to a lower altitude to compensate pressure loss. Do you copy?

Still no answer sir, said the flight engineer.

Keep trying, said the copilot. Damn it! We’re losing altitude too fast! Can’t level off! Call the captain back in here! Quick!

I’m trying, sir. But he’s not responding on any of the cabin lines, said the flight engineer.

Well, keep trying O’Hare, they’re bound to respond, said the copilot.

Three seconds after he’d given these orders a tremendous boom followed by a forceful jolt hit the front right side of the plane, tilting it to the left.

My God! What was that? Felt like an emergency door slamming closed. But that’s impossible, said the flight engineer.

I don’t know. Whatever it was, cabin pressure loss stopped. And we’re not losing anymore altitude. I’m gonna have a look in the other compartment, said the copilot, switching