Do you believe in monsters? ...Heh, maybe that's a little too broad. Do you believe in the very idea of monsters? The idea of beings, living beings, that kill, torture, steal and lie without any true purpose, except, of course, the goal of doing all those things. Beings that commit heinous acts with a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment, an inner joy that sparks with every sin. That's the kind of monster I'm talking about. It's that kind of monster that drives me to question if everybody can be redeemed, no matter how many unspeakable acts they have committed.
It's those monsters that make me all the more appreciate the innocent people left in this world. It's horrid, evil people like you that drive me to fight in the name of the innocent. Billions of innocents have suffered because of you, and billions more may suffer if you aren't stopped.
So that answers your question as to why I do what I do. That answers your little query as to why I hate you in particular. You, the man who enslaved hundreds of millions in the name of profit. You, the man who made a deal with the devil... Sorry, multiple devils just to get your way. You, the one who observed the suffering of millions, perhaps even billions, of lives for your own twisted ideas.
Isn't that right, Ja-
"And how many shipments of this new ammo of yours can we get within the year?" A man asked, in a rather impatient tone.
"Huh?" A rather bewildered man responded. He was stirred up from his daydream by the question.
"Good lord, were you dozed off the whole time? Get a load of this man!" A more relaxed man said, in a joking manner.
"Oh, yes, sorry about that. I was just... thinking" The bewildered man finally caught on to what was going on around him. He was sitting at one end of a rather large, rectangular meeting table. The room he was in was well lit, and well cleaned. A flag sat to the side of a large door, although he couldn't make out what was on it, as it was folded up.
He took a quick glance at the men that sat around the table he was on. To his right was a rather plump man. A fat bastard by any standard, but his connections and his intelligence had gone a long way in helping with setting this meeting up. To his left was a man that looked like he climbed his way out of a grave. He had a stern face at all times, but his speaking skills would certainly help in the long run. And right across from where he was seated was a rather cold man. He looked like he was the only man in this room that gave a fuck about his physique, and his lack of morality would definitely go a long way in helping whatever plans were made up in this room.
"Right, on with business then. Considering our current production capabilities and considering how hard it's going to be to get the ammo to you, I'd say you'd end up getting around 1000 rounds a month" The not-so-bewildered-any-more man responded to the not-so-plump man's question.
"1000 a month? Hmm, I'm pretty sure we expend more than that in a week. If you can get it up to 2000 a month, we can work something out." The man across the table replied.
"I know you lot haven't seen what Dust is capable of, but trust me when I say this, as soon as you get these rounds you'll be wasting a hell of a lot less ammo and killing a hell of a lot more people."
"I've seen those rounds in action. They will definitely turn the tide of war in our favour." The fat bastard to his right said.
"Now that you've told us your side of the deal, what do you expect of us?" The skeleton to the left of him inquired.
"It's simple, really. I want your loyalty, I want a regime change, and I want access to the untapped source of labour in those camps that you so effortlessly try to hide"
"What makes you think we're insane enough to do that? Getting supplies from the likes of you is one thing, but betraying our leader? That's something I can't do."
"My friend, you have to snatch an opportunity when it rears it's ugly head out. We have to get rid of our dear leader, so what? We can easily replace him. Hell, you could take the role, if your up for it" The plump bastard to the right spoke.
"Of course you'd want to agree with this madman! You were always a weasel! A fat, plump weasel, mind you! If I had the ball's I'd-"
"Shut the fuck up" The cold man across the table broke the argument between the two men.
"Listen, I know full damn that the only balls you have are extremely small." The skeleton to the left looked furiously towards the man, but backed down after a few seconds of intense staring. "By taking this deal we save our dear fatherland. We also save our heads from the chopping block when our enemies inevitably break down the walls of our fortifications and overrun us." Everyone at the table was listening in with intrigue. "There's no doubt about it. If we want to save this nation... No, that doesn't do it... Our race, then we must be willing to work with this man." The skeleton of a man that sat at the table slowly nodded in agreement. Everyone at the table knew what had to be done.
"But before we complete this deal maybe we should give names, as a sign of respect between mutual allies." The cold man across the table suggested.
"Yes, we should" The now well aware man agreed.
"The name is Schnee, Jacques Schnee"
"Heydrich, Reinhard Heydrich."
The man to the right side of the table stirred. "Hermann Goring, pleasure doing business"
"I don't know If we should be doing this. *Sigh* But I guess there is no other way. My name is Joseph Goebbels, by the way." The man to the left added
"Good... Good. What we have set in motion today will send ripples through this world and, if we put our efforts towards it, every world. Glory to a new era of peace and trade!" Jacques said aloud, with an aura of confidence.
"And glory to a thousand year empire!" Everyone in the room said together. A new sense of loyalty was formed between all those sat at that table. A new world order was on the horizon.
Jacques couldn't help but smile at his newfound fortune. Soon, the world... Nay... The universe would know of his power. His riches. His glory. As the men relaxed and got to talking about more mundane matters of state and trade, he could only wonder what the future held. With the possibility of multiple universes, and multiple trade partners, at his fingertips he was the most powerful man there.
Everyone would fall in line with his way of thinking, or perish with those that oppose him.
