Silence is the way of the law and the law is to kill or be killed in these forsaken times.
At least...that is what the book of the former Fuhrer says.
But my present, lesser Fuhrer is now not the man who I lost my voice for in the glory of war, but rather, a man who takes those words and twist it into his own greed for the blood of others that represent any threat to his dream. He sits in his chair and stares into screens of images that are the only physical plans to his domination of a world that will become under one goverment that has nothing but a history of Death. He smiles when he sees der monster rip apart his comrades in plans, exclaiming in his joyful delight of the powerful enemy that stands in his way...I don't know why I had actually felt some pity for that card flinging pawn Alhambra...his death was one of the grand kind that the monster only bestows on his most hated of enemies. The man had tried his luck, and he had pushed the monster too far for his liking. Luckily for us, we had no need to make a hush hush cleanup of the blood splattered from his death. Ignition of the body tends to take of those annoying matters. I thought by then that we had gone too far for another casualty of close linked partners...too highly developed and regal to bow down and offer another sacrifice.
I didn't know that Rip would happen....that poor girl.
Her death was actually one of surprise to me. Strong willed, a excellent soldier in all terms, but I had never expected that she too would fall into the monster's clutches as well. She was too smart for that...much smarter than any woman I have ever met, even if she was a true vampiress. Unlike Doc's other little toys, she was the only one who was the real thing, and absurdly proud of it she was! A smart girl, so smart that she fell into her pride that she could or would never be able to rise out of.
Had she felt terror as she was ripped apart, or the gleeful joy of her masochistic killing of others had finally tainted her as well? The monster made sure to kill her with a sexual tension that brought her to a submission highly expcted of her...the fact remains is that she is no more in this world...at least not in physical being.
And still he sits..and smiles..and speaks of the monster as if he were a old friend, and not the creature that has been hell bent on ripping his throat out.
If he wasn't the self proclaimed messenger of our former leader....I musn't think of such thoughts..but I would have have already gladly tossed him to Hellsing the moment he declared that nothing...no man, woman or child...and the very most, no vampire...would stop him from his forced conquest. When he sees his mistakes, that he will never win in the face of such a monster that threatens his life, when the last image he sees is of the monster standing over him with a bloodied mouth and sharp fangs bared in a acid grin...when he finally sees the Truth is all this death.
Only then will I be able to say...
"Auf Wiedersehen...mein Major."
At least...that is what the book of the former Fuhrer says.
But my present, lesser Fuhrer is now not the man who I lost my voice for in the glory of war, but rather, a man who takes those words and twist it into his own greed for the blood of others that represent any threat to his dream. He sits in his chair and stares into screens of images that are the only physical plans to his domination of a world that will become under one goverment that has nothing but a history of Death. He smiles when he sees der monster rip apart his comrades in plans, exclaiming in his joyful delight of the powerful enemy that stands in his way...I don't know why I had actually felt some pity for that card flinging pawn Alhambra...his death was one of the grand kind that the monster only bestows on his most hated of enemies. The man had tried his luck, and he had pushed the monster too far for his liking. Luckily for us, we had no need to make a hush hush cleanup of the blood splattered from his death. Ignition of the body tends to take of those annoying matters. I thought by then that we had gone too far for another casualty of close linked partners...too highly developed and regal to bow down and offer another sacrifice.
I didn't know that Rip would happen....that poor girl.
Her death was actually one of surprise to me. Strong willed, a excellent soldier in all terms, but I had never expected that she too would fall into the monster's clutches as well. She was too smart for that...much smarter than any woman I have ever met, even if she was a true vampiress. Unlike Doc's other little toys, she was the only one who was the real thing, and absurdly proud of it she was! A smart girl, so smart that she fell into her pride that she could or would never be able to rise out of.
Had she felt terror as she was ripped apart, or the gleeful joy of her masochistic killing of others had finally tainted her as well? The monster made sure to kill her with a sexual tension that brought her to a submission highly expcted of her...the fact remains is that she is no more in this world...at least not in physical being.
And still he sits..and smiles..and speaks of the monster as if he were a old friend, and not the creature that has been hell bent on ripping his throat out.
If he wasn't the self proclaimed messenger of our former leader....I musn't think of such thoughts..but I would have have already gladly tossed him to Hellsing the moment he declared that nothing...no man, woman or child...and the very most, no vampire...would stop him from his forced conquest. When he sees his mistakes, that he will never win in the face of such a monster that threatens his life, when the last image he sees is of the monster standing over him with a bloodied mouth and sharp fangs bared in a acid grin...when he finally sees the Truth is all this death.
Only then will I be able to say...
"Auf Wiedersehen...mein Major."