AN: I am now going to add a line to differentiate between views. Also I am not putting in content disclaimers, you are reading a rated M story about nazi's, it is kind of obvious there won't be sunshine and rainbows, so now. Und so verkündete der Führer: Keine Überlebenden.


"We had heard from travelers coming through our town, of the flame dragon burning down their village. They were only passing through, heading to Italica for safety. We were all scared of course, the flame dragon awakening fifty years early, preposterous! Sometimes I wish it were a dragon," The man in a drunken stupor slurring his words, and rambling on. Nonetheless it was obvious that he felt deep sorrow, his eyes were devoid of emotion. Almost as if he were as emotionless as some of the automoton the mages of Rondel have made. "The village elder ordered us to start packing, we would leave at dawn. Then… then.. Then they came," His emotionless face turned to one of sorrow, tears rolling down his cheeks like a heavy rain, as a stark contrast to all the drunken stupor happening in the Tavern around them, people reveling in good will. But here was a man not drinking out of celebration, but out of sorrow, a sorrow he is telling. "The men in grey took everything from me. They came in the night, killing the village elder, and forcing us all into the village center. Those who refused were killed. They gave us shovels, a man in a tan uniform, with an emblem different than that of the grey men stepped forward, and told us to dig a trench. Fearing for our lives we dug with vigor, little did we know we quickened our demise. We dug our own graves, all the other men died and ended up buried there, The infant of our neighbour, thrown in the air and turned to paste by their staves. I avoided this fate, only because they took my daughter…. My young sweet daughter… who wasn't even 12. I lived because they defiled her. I lived because they defiled her! What would her late mother have thought? I left my own kin to die!" The man broke into incoherent ramblings, even worse than before. The tears now came from his eyes like rushing geysers. This was the end of what he would tell, everyone else could see that.

Pina was appalled by this story, yet so enraptured by it. It reminded her of the stories she would hear as a child. Like how before the empire, evil sorcerers tried to bring demons into the material plane for world domination, but from what she hears, these men in grey might as well be the demons.


"Mein Fuhrer, we have Uber Kommando teams at the ready. They are prepared to take out the political leaders and important infrastructure of the Empire. Thus leading to a swift and quick victory." Reichsmarschall Müller announced to the board room. Primarily to the Fuhrer sitting at the head of the table.

"No. We must not end this war." The Fuhrer's voice heard by all the members of the board. "This war is the best thing to happen to the Reich. A war we can not lose, an enemy to rally the people against. Natural resources in an untapped environment. This new land might be the solution to project terror cell." Everyone in the room considering the Fuhrer's decision, his word was final afterall.

"I've never thought of it like that my Fuhrer." Reichsmarschall Müller had, but thought that it was to much of a liability. At least project terror cell is governmentally controlled, but this was a whole separate world here. But to refute the Fuhrer's decision was to mean death to his bloodline. "Now that we have it settled, shall we talk about anything else mein Fuhrer." Changing the subject to prevent making a complete ass out of himself.

"Yes, what about the information of this new world." The head of the Supernatural Phenomena Division took heed. Finally happy to actually be of service since his research branch never really found anything important, but Hitler decreed it to exist back in the day, so here it was.

"There are different races in this new region, hereby declared as Falmart by its inhabitants. Humans are present, but we also have fantasy creatures, there are ones from every mythology, so you know what you are getting. The Empire appears to be based on Roman culture, there is a large god pantheon. We do not yet know if there gods actually exist, or have the ability to manipulate the world. By far the most abhorrent aspect are the demi-humans. Half animal, half human." Upon pronouncing this the Fuhrer grimaced, obviously thinking about the perversion on the human body.

"These demi-humans sound like mutants, a twisted bastard of man and animal." No one interrupts the Fuhrer, no matter how many times he may do it to them.

"All demi-humans recovered are being sent to camps for research and disposal. Elves were initially going to suffer the same fate, but we are finding proof they may have evolved separately, whereas none stands from demi-humans, who appear to be mutated from regular humans." Eagerly the man gulps, he is about to attempt explaining magic to the Fuhrer, if he does this wrong and makes the Fuhrer look like an idiot, well he doesn't want to think about that. "Magic is also highly prevalent. With magic anything can be done, so long as you have the magical energy to spend it. Certain people are born with the ability to generate magic naturally, and can expend it to manipulate the material plane, the more magic energy stored the more you can do. Now there are a few people with the capacity to store magic, but are unable to generate it on their own, what they do is absorb magical energy off of another source. Alchemy is the art of transforming one thing into another through equivalent exchange, but what they don't understand about it is atomic theory. Theoretically with enough training and knowledge, a mage could make gold from air by manipulating subatomic particles." The Fuhrer seemed to understand, fascinated by the idea of gold from air, the capabilities it held. With the power of atomic manipulation one could destroy anything they wanted with atomic flame.

"Magic seems dangerous, gather all the information on the subject, and get Reich mages trained as soon as possible. Search our populus for magic potential, and send an order to the troops to kill or capture any magic capable people they encounter."

"That has already been ordered mein Fuhrer, I in fact also told the Reichsmarschall to invade the city of Rondel as soon as possible, for it is the magical capital of the Empire." This information was gained by the torture and death of many demi-humans. "We have to do more interrogation for how enchanting works, but all we know so far is it gives magic to items." The Fuhrer nodded, thinking of the applications of magic, it would have to be regulated, with unregulated users executed. Meanwhile Reichsmarschall Müller would have to plan an assault against a city literally known as the magic capital of the Empire, while making it look like this easily winnable war was going to need every person under the Reichs banner to support it. How the hell did he end up with this job.


A scream of terror echoed through the night. The people of Italica hid inside their homes, not that it would help if they wanted to get in. A simple foot soldier known as Don had staged a coup, and was now in charge of the former Imperial soldiers, but now they might as well be bandits. Looting, pillaging, and as many of the women knew to well rape. The lady screaming bloody murder outside sure knew.

Don loved his new position, he got the soldiers he fought alongside to band together with him to over take Italica, and place him as its new ruler. When the Empire couriers came he had them killed and sent out replacements so no one knew anything had happened. Anything he wanted, he could have, a longshot from his former peasant life, why serve the Empire, when he could serve himself. Now of course not all the soldiers with him rebelled, but they were certainly made example of hanging from amphitheater walls. Now everyone stayed in line, and followed his orders. He could enjoy living out the next decade of his life like this, and that's what he desired to die and twenty five like his dear old Pa before him.

"Boss we got your favorite girl out." Don looked up from his throne, there in rags was the beautifully stunning Esmerelda, a foreign girl, but a beauty no less. Only two years younger than he at the age of thirteen. She was exemplary, he turned down every other girl they had captured just so he could have her every night. She was in good health too, from a rich family, she might live to thirty if fed well.

"Take her to my quarters and keep her there, watch over her, I'm not dealing with another one killing themself." The two former Imperial soldiers dragged Esmerelda to Don's quarters, formerly belonging to the countess, wherever she may be now. Deep down wanting this to never end, but knowing eventually someone will come, be it the other worlders, or the Imperial Legion. Hope as he may, he knew his end was growing nearer by the day, and try as he might to enjoy what time he had left he couldn't shake the feeling of his imminent doom.

Getting up from his throne and marching towards his quarters, trying to shove the thought of his death to the back of his mind. For now he only wanted to think about his time with his favorite girl. "Lord Don, scouts have reported the apostle of Emroy approaching the city, she'll be here in half an hour." A courier runs into Don, his eyes startle at the implications. He had only seen the apostle once, and she tore a man into meaty chunks with her big halberd.

"Grab all the slaves in the dungeon, grab all of my lieutenants, we're leaving." The courier nodded slowly walking away to do as he was told. "And if you want to come with us, you won't tell anyone who I haven't told you to." Giving a salute to Don, and running off in hopes to live. Heading towards his quarters and pointed to his guards. "You, get as much food and treasure loaded into carriages. NOW!" Pointing to the other guard. "You get the slaves locked up in carts, but take her," referring to Esmerelda, "to my personal carriage."

"Yes Lord Don." The two guards got off to their assigned tasks, still not knowing the reason, but not going against Don. They remembered the bodies hanging from the amphitheater.

"I'll be in my carriage you have twenty five minutes, don't keep me waiting."


On her walk to the city of Italica Rory could not stop thinking of the deaths. She had no major qualms with adults dying, for they had experienced life and have moved on to Emroy's domain, but the kids. Not having the chance to experience life yet, not getting a chance to live before dying, the thought sickens her. That will all change when she gets to Italica, there she will be able to protect the people there, prevent these men in grey from hurting them anymore. No more tears will be shed from when these monsters of men come to Italica, no more mothers without children.

Upon Rory's arrival at Italica she could feel something was off, the usual caravans travelling in and out weren't present, but that was understandable considering the war. What got to her was how the gate guards looked as though he had just looked upon his own grave when she approached. "How's the city fairing, due to the war." It appears as though the soul drained from the man's face, a visage of impending doom. Walking past the guards and towards the gate, pulling on the door to gain entrance. One of the guards places a hand on her shoulder as if to stop her, which she easily shrugs off. Opening the gate to a sight which throws her into quite a shock. Bandits have taken over Italica, and no one had noticed. Right in the middle of the day, on the main street, rape, torture, pillaging. Her pupils dilate as she grabs her halberd tightly with both hands. Breaking out into laughter she lifts up her halberd and slams it down, eviscerating the two door guards with the blade larger than their bodies. The other bandits seemed to notice, and the townsfolk did too.

"Alert Lord Don, get the men ready. The Apostle is here!" At his shout men came bursting out of homes. Armed with weapons, some still hastily putting up their pants. Smiling a sadistic grin, Rory Mercury, the Apostle of Emroy leapt into the air, to enter into a bloodbath of carnage. Tearing into the soldiers left and right, entrails flying about. A majority of the bandits froze up, some ran, others fought, none lived.

Charging through the streets to reach the palace, as there was no doubt the bandit leader was there. Slaughtering bandits she encountered along the way, until she ran up one of the city walls in an attempt to reach the palace faster so the bandit leader wouldn't get the chance to escape. In front of her stands a man in an iron mask covered in muscles, holding a heavy metal ball on a chain, he throws the ball at her. In a quick motion she grabs it and ties it around the nearest rampart, then charging the behemoth of a man and ripping the chain from his hands, wrapping it around his throat and pushing him off the wall. The weight of his body caused the chain to break before his neck could snap, causing him to splatter across the ground of the city.

Upon her arrival at the small palace she encountered no resistance, in fact it seems as though there was a hurry to leave. Whoever was in charge here left. "Are you the Apostle?" Turning her head to a young boy covered in bruises she nods.

"What happened here?"

"The bandits were former Imperial soldiers who mutinied. They left when a scout saw you coming, they were gone before you arrived." The boy being utterly broken, unable to shed a tear.

"Did they take anyone with them?" The boy nodded. She had to do something, maybe if she ran fast enough she could finish with these bandits and be back before the men in grey arrived to the city. "Which way did they go?" the boy pointed east, she thanked him and ran as fast as she could, in hopes to stop these bandits, and get back as soon as she could.

Although Rory did sweep through the city, and deal with some bandits, not all of them were gone. Those that were still present either surrendered or were swarmed with the overwhelming numbers of angry citizens and lynched.


"So you guys are an English tank crew?" Ludwig took a sip from his open bottle of beer.

"Yeah, I'm the commander, Taylor here is the driver," pointing to the man next to him, "See that prick over there," Pointing to a man digging into a tanks engine compartment, "That's Paul our gunner. Mighty fine crew we have here." Taking a sip from his bottle of beer Fergus wasn't done talking. "You're an infantryman ey? You shoot many people?"

"No sir, the most experience I have with a rifle is bootcamp and Hitler youth." Fergus only laughed.

"Boy, you don't have to be so formal now, call me Fergus. I'm not one of those commanders." Laughing he noticed that Ludwig's beer was empty, grabbing another one out of the cooler next to him. "Here boy, have another beer, enjoy life. It could be taken away by anything." taking the beer and thanking him.

"Do you know when we're going to attack the city?"

"Nah, I'm not sure. Taylor, you know when we're gonna attack the city?"

"I'm not sure Fergus, but I do know that some time this week."

"That's good enough for me, let's drink to that." Raising his bottle into the air the three men clinking bottle and took a hearty swig, this was the life.


"Edith, guess who got off work early today?" Walther walked into his house, placing his hat and coat on the hook by the door.

"This is great! But how?" Walther walked up to his wife planting a kiss on her cheek.

"All people at the station were sent home early today for an exterminator visit. They found a roach infestation." Not an entire lie, they did need to do some cleaning, but roach problem it was not. One of the officers dropped a grenade launcher found in a terrorist cell. The aftermath had to be cleaned up, and all destroyed damages replaced. "I was thinking maybe I could spend the day with little Adolf. I have to get the time in before he grows up and heads on his own." His wife nods happy that he was spending time on a Saturday with his son.

Walther ran upstairs, to his son's room. "Adolf, it's your father."

"Daddy! Daddy!" Adolf, who was sitting in the middle of his room playing with a toy Porsche, jumped to his feet and ran to give his dad a hug. "Daddy, why are you home?"

"I'm home because I wanted to spend some time with my son." His son screamed in joy, it wasn't often that he got the chance to spend time with his father. "Look what I was playing with."

"Wow, what kind of car is that?"

"It's a Porsche dad! It's like the coolest car ever!"

"A Porsche? Someone's going to be an expensive teenager." Seeing an opportunity, Walther points out the window. "Say what kind of car is that?" When Adolf looks out the window Walther picks him up and puts him on the bed. "It's a tickle car." His son burst out in laughter, before his father stops.

"Dad what's that out the window?" Walther looks out the window, knowing that his son was up to something. When he was looking out the window, his son grabbed his toy gun, and shot a foam dart at his father.

"That's it Adolf, you're going to get it." Walther jumps back onto the bed and begins tickling his son again. The two played together in various different ways, the first time since he had to work Saturdays for his job.


The screeching sound of rubber on tar is heard as a car comes to an abrupt stop. Out of the car walks none other than Magnus Skorzeny, grandson of Otto Skorzeny. A trench coat draped over his shoulders and a lit cigarette being the only illumination against the canvas of night. The butt dropped onto the floor before being snuffed out by highly polished rubber boots. Grabbing a card out of his pocket he walks up to the police barricade set up. The entire street is shut down. The officer nearby goes to intercept him. "Magnus Skorzeny, SS. What's the situation."

"Boss, we got an SS agent here." The leader of the police unit walks to the identified SS agent.

"So what's the situation."

"We have reports of a terrorist cell inside of that building," The commander of the police points to an abandoned apartment. "We have anti-terrorist teams getting geared up and ready to go."

"Alright then," Skorzeny pointing to the current squad leader of the anti-terrorism unit. "Hand me your weapon, under orders from the SS I'm taking over this raid." Handing Skorzeny his submachine gun, and the magazines to go with it. "Do they know we're out here yet?" The former commander of the mission nods, replying with a most definitely. "Welp, men get ready we're going in hot, just make sure you don't kill their leader, I need him alive." Skorzeny kicked down the front door of the apartment, firing his weapon into the two terrorists standing there, the rest of the team followed suit, clearing out buildings, one by one. Eventually the squad made it to the top floor, the last and most reinforced room. Casualties had been taken, three officers wounded, and five dead. Not that it bothered Skorzeny much, calling the wounded men weak, and laughing at their pain. Right before Skorzeny was going to break the door down a terrorist came from behind and shot another officer. He was gunned down by Skorzeny before he could fire another bullet. The last three unwounded officers stood there as Skorzeny got on a knee, and looked at the officer has he looked down. The bullet hit his back, where there was no armor plate. As he gurgled on blood due to being shot in the lung, he put a finger over his mouth and shushed him. Skorzeny proceeded to grab one of the stun grenades off of his belt, drew his pistol. "He is going to bleed out, this is a mercy killing." Skorzeny stated, he then proceeded to shoot the officer. He hit him in the knee, smiling as he did it.

"Sorry I missed, let me try again." This time the bullet found its mark, the other officers stunned at what he had done to their fellow officer just stood there out of shock as Skorzeny proceeded to open the door throw the stun grenade and go in guns blazing to secure the target.

Skorzeny had let the officers clean up the scene and leave, him in peace. In front of him tied to a chair was his target, alive, but unconscious. Blood coming from his nose where he punching him in the face. Pulling out a stick of ammonia salts and cracking it open, he put it under his nose to awaken him. The man came to alertness quickly. "You'll never get anything out of me nazi scum!"

"Oh I know, I'm a pretty bad interrogator, that's why I am to take you to headquarters for that, but there's no rule saying I can't have a little fun before they interrogate you there." The man's eyes widened realizing what Skorzeny just proclaimed. He was going to torture him, just for the fun of it. "I just want you to know, I'm not doing this because you're a terrorist, no. I'm doing it because with you I can get away with it." Smiling, Skorzeny dragged the chair to the wall, where a dart board had been placed. He untied the man's hands, before tying his right hand to his body, and applying duct tape to the left to ensure it would stay on the dart board.

"Darts? I can deal with that, it won't be that bad." The man tried to reason with himself, trying to convince himself it wouldn't be so bad, after all he was going to live after this.

"Darts? No, I'm no good at throwing darts. I know, an SS agent who sucks at throwing darts, but there is something in this room I am good at throwing." The man's eyes running around the room to figure out what he would throw, pleading internally it wouldn't be bad. He'll live his torturer said so. Skorzeny showed no facial expression as he broke open the glass case to the emergency fire axe.

"No, please. No-no-no! Plea-PLEASE!" Now Skorzeny's face broke into a twisted grin, lifting the axe over his head with both hands and throwing it towards the board. The man screamed out in pain. To which Skorzeny replied with a calm voice, but never losing the grin he held.

"Bullseye."


AN: Hey guys please leave a review, let me know which characters you like, who needs more development, who needs less, who you like and hate, and for which reasons. And remember all comments welcome.