Warnings: I feel to give specific warnings would be to give away key plot points but I will say that some of the subject matter is historical, distressing and true. It should be obvious by the beginning of the first chapter what I'm taking about and I certainly don't want to dwell too much on specifics but some terrible stuff is in there. I would hate for anyone to feel that I'm making light of, or exploiting the horror that actually occurred and that is not my intention.
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Set early season 6.
Nine Circles.
From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
Every nighte and alle,
To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;
And Christe receive thy saule.
If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
Every nighte and alle,
The fire shall never make thee shrink;
And Christe receive thy saule.
If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,
Every nighte and alle,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
And Christe receive thy saule.
The Lykke Wake dirge (Anglo Saxon Hymm)
Prologue:
Hell came to earth sometime in the summer. Adela Nathan was playing with her brother out in the front garden of their town house when the SS officers walked up to the door. She had watched as her mother and father had been dragged out and forced into a car. She and Freddie had run but his little legs wouldn't get him far. He was snatched up by one of the officers and carried screaming to the vehicle. She had co-operated with them walking meekly. She couldn't show Freddie how afraid she was.
They'd been put on a train, for days, and then another train. They finally got to their destination. It was outside the big iron gates that she and Freddie had been separated from their parents. She had quickly lifted Freddie up and clung to him. As the crowd swelled around her, herded by soldiers with guns, barking orders.
Then she had seen him. Standing by the gates high up on a platform in his white coat. His coat, the only clean thing that could be seen. Directing some of the new arrivals to the right and some to the left. He had turned and looked at her, right at her. She felt sick. He had pointed to the right and she had been pushed over into that line.
She clung tighter to her brother. The man's look had told her something. Something awful. It had been appraising and blank. She could still feel the weight of Freddie, the feel of his trembling, dehydrated little body. They had never seen their parents again. They had gone straight to the gas chamber. She and Freddie to the children's block.
She never knew why she had been allowed to live. For the longest time she had wished that she had died with Mama and Papa. She had prayed for it.
"Der Weiße Engel" What what people called him. "The White Angel". About as far from the truth as it was possible to get. No angel would walk into that hell and do the things he did. Not even the angel of Death. Death was merciful.