AN: Things are about to get darker now folks, war and turmoil will take over. Will our cast of characters still retain their humanity? Probably not, but hey here it is anyways. Oh and you are all going to love the opening, either due to predictability, or "no you didn't just do that."

The neighs of horse are muffled by the clattering of pots and pans. A caravan of refugees from all the villages ransacked by the men in grey. They all left once scouting parties got word of the men in greys arrival. The fear of the people was low, they had the apostle with them. How could anyone hurt them when they had the protection of a demigod?

A mile and half again as much in the air was a Reich aircraft. A ground attacker, ready to tear apart anything that could help the enemy war effort. "Convoy spotted, looks to be uhhh…. Heading towards Italica. Permission to engage?" Waiting less than a second before being given the all clear, the pilot slows the craft down, to bring it behind the convoy.

Rory was sitting nonchalantly inside of a carriage, the same one a lot of the children were in. Obviously not all of them, with over a hundred carriages one for all the kids would not suffice. She watched as they all giggle around, and even joined them in playing a few games. Rory loved children, they were so full of innocence and optimism. It's a shame that the men in grey had to take all that away from these kids, but now was not the time for that. Rory made a promise to defend this caravan from any attackers, she guaranteed all of them would live to see Italica's gates. Only then could she show the men in grey what she thought of them. Brought out of her thought by a loud screeching sound, she opened the back of the carriages tarp to see what it was. As soon as she did, she felt her body get torn to smithereens.

Without a moment of hesitation, the pilots squeezed the trigger, firing a pair of rotary autocannons, with a cyclic rate of over six thousand rounds per minute. The convoy would not make it to Italica. The Fuhrer has decreed that no supplies should make it to the city. Starting from the back and working it's way forward, the autocannons left a plume of debris, shrouding the damage from the outside eye. The pilot kept firing until the entire convoy was hit. Nothing would make it out alive, and if something did, nothing short of divine intervention would have kept you alive.

Rory awakened with pain all over her, and her ears ringing. As she opened her eyes, she saw she was lying in a puddle of blood. HER blood. She had almost forgot what it was like to bleed like this. She wouldn't have to worry for long though, her body was regenerating. Slowly but surely massive holes in her body began to close, splinters of wood, and bone fragment kept coming out of her body. Bone fragments? Though her mind hazy, she looks up at the sight around her. The caravan destroyed, all of it! It was only then she began to feel the ecstatic pleasure of the souls of the dead traveling through her. Here she lie, Rory Mercury moaning in pleasure, lying amongst the liquified bodies of children. She was disappointed, even angry with herself. Moaning because were on their way to another realm. Children souls. The souls of the young with dreams and aspirations, that will never see the light of day. "I Rory Mercury, Apostle of Emroy swear. I swear that I will kill every member of the men in grey, no the monsters in grey that I come across." Muttering under her breath a pledge, a pledge that unlike her last one would be upheld. Rory immediately knew she had to bury the dead, so that this whole place became an everlasting reminder, of what the monsters in grey do. Her only problem, was discerning one pile of gore and viscera from the next.

Right or left. Those two words, would decide Matilda's fate. Two words would decide where she would end up. Right or left. This was a sorting, deciding where the prisoners would go. She would not know how they decided who went where. The people going to the left, were magic users, or high ranking military personnel. Everyone else went right for further sorting. She would be going to the right. Once you have gone right, they do it again. Right or left. This time going left meant you did hard labor, all the remaining humans went that way. Matilda did not go that way. She went to the right. She was being forced and shoved. Dogs barking, and biting her ankles if she slowed down. Not having a say where to go. The words they were shouting, she didn't understand them all. She only knew what they said because one of them must be yelling them out in her native tongue. Subhuman, mutant, filth. The words being used to describe non humans like her back home had nothing on these ones. The very premise of them was not to equate them to animals, but to refer to them below animals. Here she was, a poor beast girl with cat ears, being forced along with elves, orcs, ogres, and other beastkin, into a small carriage on metal lines. Forcefully being shoved in without care for comfort. The carriage was so crowded she couldn't even sit. She had to stand. She thought Saderan slaver carts were bad, this was a whole nother level.

Lelei La Lalena, was sorted. She did not know where the rest of the people being sorted went too. After being sorted, they sent her down a path. A bunch of men with dogs, gently nudging her along, asking her to walk kindly. The dogs weren't biting up her heels, but making gentle yawning noises. They led her to a horseless carriage, one of the ones the men in grey rode in when they marched her through the gate. Except this one looked different. The men opened the door, and urged her to get in. It was the most comfortable seat she had ever sat in. On the other side, they were leading a wounded Duran into the seat next to her. Quickly taking one of the belts and locking it across his chest. Lelei attempted to do the same, but before she could one of the guards did it instead. This was not what she expected, she expected to be treated horribly. She was a spoil of war, a female, a mage even. She should of been being tortured,or even suctioned off as a slave, but no. Not that she was complaining, this is better than slavery through the window of the carriage, she sees the world of the men in grey. She may not know much about the land, or speak the same language, but she can see the towers higher than the horizon through the window.

Walther was in his new office chair. He threw away the one that used to be in the office, it gave him bad memories. Slacking down into his chair filing the paperwork to authorize a raid on a rebel compound. Just as he starts to sign his signature someone barges through the door, causing him to botch it. Not just anyone, it was Skorzeny. Nothing good can come from him being around, the last time he saw him he killed his boss. "Ahhh, Walt my old buddy. I've come to give you the monthly report." He hands Walther a manilla folder, a label on the front reading "For Walther Only" with a neatly drawn winky face afterwards. "Usually I would have a runner send this to you, but I just needed to see my old pal Walther. How have you been buddy." Walther hated him. He despised him. His slightly perverted voice, and slightly gay demeanor. Walther swears that if he wasn't such a great agent he would have been killed for it awhile ago.

"Ah Skorzeny, what a wonderful surprise." The dull monotone of his voice obviously not noticed by Skorzeny, or at least not noticeably. The chipper attitude never left his face.

"So, the report has… Where are my manners, I wouldn't want to spoil the fun." Walther begins to open the, "Who am I kidding of course I do. We started concentration camps again. Not only do we have work camps, but now we have means to study all the subhuman filth from across the gate." Of course, with the elves being a real contender for supremacy, they had to die. They can't have another species interfere with the master race. "Oh and Walty, I thought I should let you know that I have some important documents coming through are very important to me, don't tell anyone. If you do this, maybe I can help you get promoted to the highest position a non Aryan like you can achieve." With that being said, not even saying goodbye, Skorzeny walks out of the room. So with that Walther got back to what he was doing before Skorzeny intruded in, filing paperwork. He had to rewrite the paper all over again, because his signature was done wrong. Damnit Skorzeny.

The door opens without a sound. In walks a man a clipboard and pen in one hand, and a box of donuts in the other. A smooth face, with dark brown hair, a fine mustache. As he takes a drag from his cigar, he takes a seat opposite of Lelei, putting the box of donuts in front of her. "Ms. Lalena, please have a donut, I got them especially for you." Lelei stares intently at the baked treat in front of her. She hasn't eaten in two days. Maybe, this might not be a trick, maybe I can eat it. She was having an internal debate, whether she should, or shouldn't have one of these donuts. "More for me then, I like the creme filled ones." The man grabbed a donut, and shoved it in his mouth, a small amount of cream coming out of the other end of the donut. Grasping one of the donuts, one with a hole in the middle, with a pink icing on the top. Upon taking a bite, a strong strawberry flavor bombards her mouth, the sweetness is overwhelming. "Do you like the donut? Does it taste good?" Lelei can only nod, as she eats more donuts. "So I only want to ask you some rudimentary questions, okay?" Lelei only nods again he can't be that bad of a guy, right? "Alright so magic, tell me everything about it. I'm a new comer and want to learn."

"So, magic is not easy to learn, it takes time and patience." The man taking in every word she said, writing down her every word on a sheet of paper. "So there are many schools of magic, Alchemy, Spellcasting, and enchanting. Each one is broken into more sub genres…" On she went explaining magic to the man, him taking in every word.

"You can hold it there Ms. Lalena, how about we go for a walk, get some exercise." Lelei could never understand this, how can a man so nice belong to an empire who would raze her village. This man, showing her so much kindness, they only ever asked her questions, and when she didn't want to share they didn't torture her.

"Mister, how come you aren't torturing me? You burned down my village?" The man seems to take a minute to gather his thoughts and words.

"Well, I really shouldn't tell you, but you are a trustworthy lady. You always get more flies with honey than vinegar." She appears to be confused for a second.

"I don't get it." The man only laughs, pats her on the back, and walks her outside. Maybe being a prisoner here won't be so bad.

"Subhuman filth!" Matilda was struck on the back of the head by the butt of a rifle stock. Ever since she arrived here it was nothing but cruelty and torture. They weren't forcing her to do work, they were experimenting on her and all the others. "You! Cat eared freak! Get over here!" The Kapo of her block, A man of this world named Marco. His temper towards all the other other worlders here was violent. It didn't help that all of them here were not human. Even the guards seem kinder to him, even though he was a prisoner there as well. "You will wait here on all fours kitty. When the others go to the compound, you will head back into the block with me. Understand!" When Matilda tried to respond he only kicked her in the shin, forcing her on the ground. "Did you just try to speak like people! You! Are! Not! People! Now mew on all floors like a good kitty!" When she tries to speak again on how she refused. He kicked her in the left side, right in the liver. She collapses on the floor, the shock from the impact keeping her down. "Oh so you fell down! You refuse to even listen to my most basic commands!" Kicked her in the stomach at the end of every sentence. "Now, get on all fours! And mew!"

"Meow, meow meow, meow." Tears trickling down her face, she wallows in shame as people walk by, looking at her in disgust. The guards shouting and laughing in a language she doesn't understand.

"Walk with me. Now!" After the last prisoner walks by, he leads her back to the dorm room, kicking her every time she slowed down. The time eventually just melded together, not really knowing where she is going, just moving as told. Eventually they made it back to his bunk, where he pulled a stick from under his pillow, it had nails going through it, and was wrapped in razor wire. "See this stick?" Matilda nodded and mewed, tears still streaming down her face. "Good, now take your clothes off. Now!"

"But Marco-" A swift whack of the stick was delivered to her side, and a flurry of more came to follow. The nails and wire causing her clothes and flesh to tear.

"You piece of subhuman filth! Pieces of trash aren't allowed to speak people words, much less utter my name! Now strip!" Fearing for being hit again, Matilda did as she was told. Marco began to undress as well, Matilda knew where this was going, it was not her first time, but it will be her most unpleasant. The most she can do is pray for it to be over quick, she just hoped her god could hear her here.

"They're coming! Once they are through with Italica we're next! Fear the men in grey!" No one listened, who here would want to listen about a man shouting about their upcoming doom. All they did was stockpile mead, and prepare to cater to a different group of soldiers.

"Get out of here you crazy bastard, the men in grey won't be much different from the empire. Afterall how could an army sustain itself if it destroys all the farms and villages. What are they going to do, caravan it up?" Everyone laughed, and started to throw things at the man.

"I want to hear what he has to say." The whole tavern went quiet, turning to look at the stranger who just entered. The stranger wasn't alone, an entourage of people was escorting the stranger. Everyone in the tavern immediately stiffened up upon realizing who it was. The red hair, armor, and face were unmistakable. "What were you saying about the men in grey?" Asked Pina Co Lada, princess of the Saderan Empire.

AN: Please leave your thoughts in the comments, I just read the book "Night" so I know that there wasn't a too far for the camps. I try to take criticism into account while writing, and that was all for this time, ending on a cliff hanger that I really would hate happen to me.