Family
He never had any children, never married. Some found it odd but never truly questioned it. Most would assume that was because he planned to live forever. While they were not entirely wrong. But that doesn't mean they were right.
It had been a long time ago. Before he was a lord, back when he was still just a young man. Spencer had attended university along with many other nobles. He had dedicated himself to his studies and upholding the family honor. He met Ashford and Markus. Was among the best to ever graduate. But there was one other person he happened to cross path with. A fellow student by the name of William Wesker.
Since the moment he saw the man Spencer felt drawn to him. He was handsome, blond hair, blue eyes, tall and slim. Just an ordinary student who worked his way into a prestige university. Not a noble like them. But it didn't stop Spencer from taking interest.
He had been a stern believer in the values of old. And yet that one meeting made him doubt everything her knew. Nobody ever spoke of it. Yet he knew it existed. Most often in ancient Greece, an old historical fact that often called perverse, immoral, cause of the downfall of the civilization. "Love" between two men. He had agreed with the view once. And he might have continued to agree it weren't for the aching desire he felt, unable to sleep, tossing and turning in the bed of his dorm room. The image of that young man he saw still burning in his mind.
At first it had caused him to feel embarrassed. But then he began to notice the young man attend most of the same classes he was. His eyes would wander over to him. He had learned his name was William. They ended up working a project for a class together. Talking to him made Spencer realize he had not only good looks but intelligence as well. He carried himself in a way that an aristocrat would despite not being one. He had actually enjoyed his company more than that of Ashford or Markus.
He began telling of his own ideas. The world was not fair, most people were incompetent, and humanity had stopped evolving and began degrading, the world would run out of resources in next two centuries- all wasted on greed and arrogance. He wished he could change the world, change the people. Bring about the golden age from Greek myths. A return to Eden, but one made by human. Wesker listened to him. Confessed that deep down he felt the same way about a lot of things. He was looked down upon by some of the professors, who were noble, for not being born wealthy. Spencer thought it to be shameful. Money, status, they don't make one powerful. Power makes one powerful. And knowledge is power. Wesker had knowledge, he also had talent and dedication to his work.
Though the years he kept in touch. It would much later that he would dare to confess how he really felt. Still as attracted to the man as he was then. Something that would have caused a scandal if it got out. Mostly because William was someone of low standing. To his surprise Wesker did not end their friendship then. Spencer had feared he would lose his best friend. Although a secret one, his other friends would not be accepting of him, too rigid in their old ways.
It had been William, to his great surprise, who suggested they become lovers. But it didn't last long. William was called to serve in the war. And Spencer feared he would never see him again. Suggesting to use his money and influence to keep him out of it. But William refused. He would not take money from him, he would not use his lover for personal gain.
Spencer had been in the first year of his doctorate studies when the war ended. He would check the papers to see the names of the dead. Almost certain that he would see his name somewhere one day. And even if he didn't, William could have died somewhere and ever been found, or captured, left behind. His family had retreated for a time, into a safer area where they had land and a shelter. It had placed his studies on hold. While the rest of Britain was being bombed they sat there in comfort.
He saw the ruins, returning home. Going back to university. Read the news. The pictures of piles of bodies. War was ugly, monstrous. Something he did not approve of. But he did find it interesting. Specifically the ideas of one Adolf Hitler. A superior human race that was entitle to ruling the world. To many uneducated mind it sounded like the ravings of a mad man. But Spencer sought to prove it scientifically.
The discovery of the flowers in Africa. Ancient civilizations that used be ruled by powerful figures- believed to be descended from the gods. He knew there was something that gave those people the qualities. And he believed he had his answer- a virus so old it predated humanity. There were those who were compatible with it. A rare percentage of humans that were in fact genetically superior to others because of some ancient lineage they didn't even know about. With the virus he could reawaken it.
William did eventually return to Britain. He sought out Spencer, uncertain if he would even want to see him. William had lost his family in the bombings. The injuries he suffered in the war had not fully healed. Spencer welcomed him to his own private castle. And while he recovered told him about his new discoveries. War had changed him. Not just the scars from battle or the muscle. It was the coldness on his face. Eyes that have seen true horror. He began to show more interest in Spencer's work, experimenting with the virus. Later, much later he would confess the truth.
Captured, tortured, he broke. He told them he was a scientist that he could help and work for them. He had been put to work in a Concentration camp in Auschwitz. Making new gasses and testing them on the prisoners, working for the Nazis to avoid being killed. He had killed hundreds with chemicals, gas. Even children. When the army came he did not resist capture. Told them had had been forced to these acts under constant threat of torture and death. He had been imprisoned but set free later.
Spencer couldn't care less, the man had returned alive. And so they began to work on a way to make his plan reality. Wesker's idea was both shocking and brilliant. It was something he had picked up from the Nazis. They would need children. Those who were superior either physically in intellectually, preferably both. Train them, bring them with a specific mind set and ideas. Wesker had noticed how many of Hitler's followers were young and the most loyal, also the most violent, were even in their teens. And so they set their plan into motion, but there was still one thing that needed taking care off.
Spencer knew that he would need the money his family held. While he had received his share of it to complete his project he would need more. Despite earning quite a lot form working with various other scientists and publishing books. They had become suspicious of him. Father- constantly trying to force a marriage on him. Even his mother. He had refused any attempts at arranging marriage. Using his work as an excuse. But deep down he wished he could tell them all the truth.
That night he did. When they were all gathered for dinner. He had dressed in his finest clothes. He recalled the shocked expressions on their faces when he told them, when William walked in wearing a gas mask and handed one to Spencer. When all the door shut and all but the two of them dropped to the floor. He watched it all burn- knowing that in their last moments his family hated him. Father died before he could finish: you are not my…" And so all the fortune went to him- the last Spencer alive.
He used the money to build a new home. A home for all the children. Their children. While they couldn't truly have their own family, these children would be theirs. Their legacy to the world. a new superior breed of humans. And one they have found a way to live forever they could watch and maintain that legacy together.
Bu that dream was never meant to come true. Wesker died soon after the project began. A heart attack- a sudden death. Spencer was grief stricken but determined more than ever to see their work through. He named it in his memory – Project Wesker. And all the children would be renamed in his name. He added one more detail to the candidates, they had to be of blond hair. So that way they would truly be his children.
Many year later when he would look at him, he would remind him so much of William. The way he looked, as if he truly was the man's son. But in his heart he had chosen another, one who reminded him of himself. If he was Williams's son then she would be his daughter. Certain that if the two of them could have had children those two would have been it.
NOTE: The author does not support Nazis or any fascist views. They are only used for the purposes of the story because of similarities with Spencer's ideal.
