A/N: So this is my first , still don't know why I picked to post this one first huh. I don't know but regardless I hope everyone enjoys and let me know what you guys think. I love all feed back.

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Johann Schmidt...General, and Second in Command to the Third Reich andwhat most considered the Right hand to the Furherr. Every single man,woman and child from the rich coasts of England to the deepest, most baron wastelands in Russia knew and feared the name. Just as; if notmore then Adolf Hitler.

Yet... feared by so many, but respected by so many more. It was what he had always wanted; the control, the glory, and power.

He craved it...no, he demanded it by all who were beneath him. And if they refused to grant him it, being the flexible man he was, merely settledfor their blood to splatter and drip from his fingers to the ground. A gifted man Scmidt was, in many forms of combat and advanced skills in various Military/Diplomatic situations though his cunningintelligence; that was his strongest suit.

Day in and day out victories would be won by his plans and strategies. With every victory came more praise from Hitler, more respect formReich and Germany, and another step closer to his goal of power. Everything was a way to grab power especially in the day and age. Technology and weaponry, Johann Schmidt saw himself blessed by the gods, destined to be one of them, and yet as far as he was concernedhe was one.

Though deep down Johann knew many of his fellow comrades saw hisgenius and visions so insanity. He knew... as quite as they were Johann heard the whispers. They were never optimistic or ever opened there eyes to see the bigger picture.

There was one and only one person that had seen his vision. Asingle person that took into consideration that these myths... may not be myths at all. It was that one who stood willingly by his side. One... that no matterhow much he preached of the God's, science and magic; would still sitthere, head tilted slightly to the side and stare at him with so muchcuriosity and amazement eyes pleading him to continue; which he always did.

Or when he would return home after the countless weeks of leading his troops across thousands of miles to conquer and slaughter hundred,sometimes thousands in the name Third Reich. Loving arms of his darling wife would always be there to embrace him; or tackle me him on a few occasions. Always, to welcome him home aftera long, restless journey. No matter how long he was a away.

Let it be a single hour or a painstaking six months... She was there, faithfully waiting for her soldier to come home. So he could see her face lightup when he shared the news of another victory. Of new countriescontrolled, and of a new Empire being built on top of the ashes of theold. Her loyalty to Furherr, and even more to him...Johann had never felt, or understood what love trully was until he had met her.

She was perfect to him in every way a man would want and need. Her beauty always turned heads and the first idiot brave enough to stareat his woman was quickly 'dealt' with. He had eyes even when he wasaway to know. Not that she wasn't capable of handling herself but as a husband he always had a right to be concerned.

He was glad to be home. for at least for sometime to spend to himself and with his wife as his superior called it a Holiday, to give him a chance to unwind and try to relax after spending nearly a month in Berlin and other major cities under there control.

A dark sinister smirk escaped the man's lips as he stepped out of hiscar, issuing his usual driver to to pull the vehicle around to hisusual spot in the back of his secluded private property in anundisclosed location in Switzerland.

"A relaxing "holiday" indeed..."

SOOOOOOOOO yeah there is the intro to the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed next chapter is already in the works and shall be updated soon!

Happy Holidays everyone; Remember Review!

-Shipper