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The creature known as Mister Black to the people who believed themselves the inheritors of the legacy of a devastated philosophy stepped through the main Den of the Fourth Reich in a manner that was both relaxed and authoritative. His dark suit didn’t even make noise as he smoothly stepped into the throne chamber and beheld Ilsa Hauppman reclining agitatedly in the chair, grimacing as she held her side.

She was clad in her uniform. He’d heard reports that she had been injured in the altercation the night before. This must have been a coping mechanism.

“What happened?” he asked as he approached.

“That… Cur…” Ilsa growled, her ruby lips curling into a sneer as she thought of her assailant, “The dog-faced one… McGinty… First, he sets me on fire with swill whiskey, then he stabs me with that pocket knife…”

“Knife?” Black inquired as he approached her.

“I felt like I was on fire, Herr Schwarz! Like something was tearing at me from inside! What happened?”

“Well, let me take a look at you and we’ll see…”

He stepped up to her side and started to massage her wrist. As his gloved hand made contact with her skin, she felt a momentary chill run down her spine. The leather brushing against her now wasn’t the same as she was used to. This stuff felt like it was moving, like it was alive.

As he worked his way up her arm, gently yet firmly rubbing the tension from her limb, he probed her essence to determine what had happened. It was just a simple matter of finding the alterations he had made in her and the dark seed he had placed in order to-

It was gone! At her core, next to her heart, the implant that would have allowed him to, well, do anything with her. It was to be the beginning of his second greatest work. It had been too long since he had shaped a being, made it greater than nature would have allowed for. It was a long and involved process, and all the progress he had worked for, the deep, impassioned (for her) night…

All wasted.

This ruined his plans for her. With his work in his den, and the lack of viable resources, he didn’t have enough essence to accomplish the task again. He would be able to continue altering her, but not with the control necessary to…

It wasn’t important. He would continue his alterations to make her greater than she had ever dreamed before. He would show that petty little demon true art in this one.

But he still needed to know… What could have done this?

“You should have been there with us, Schwarz,” Ilsa sighed as she felt the tension leaving her as he worked her shoulders, “You’ve certainly proven your skill when dealing with other nuisances…”

“You’ve seen yourself that they have a knack at survival,” the dark being replied, “And if they were to discover my existence, and that I am allied with you… They have more resources at their disposal than just the fools you’ve contended with. You do not want to give them a reason to try to turn them against you. I have seen them and their allies rend asunder forces better set up than this…”

“You dare to mock me!” Ilsa shouted as she leaped from her chair and rounded on him.

She could already feel her body tense to swell up. It would be a shame to ruin her uniform, but it could be repaired. For once, she was going to show this insolent bastard who was truly in charge here.

He could see her body straining against her outfit. The leather creaked as her body bulged. Still, he stood by her throne impassively, his face betraying neither shock nor concern.

“I mock nothing,” he replied calmly, “Look at the facts, Ilsa. Your organization is underground, hiding, and nearly constantly on the run. You are in the middle of a war with a gang that, by all rights, should have been wiped away with even a mild concerted effort. A few disparate vigilantes, one in particular, are the scourge of your forces. You have to come to the cold realization that your organization is the whipping boy of this city.”

Ilsa ground her teeth and shook with rage, but she didn’t expand any further. She continued to tremble and shudder until finally, she realized that her vision was blurring with tears. Aside from a very select few, it was true. Her forces had been, for the past few years, cannon fodder for the costumed maniacs of the city who called themselves heroes.

“Nein…” she whispered.

“You surround yourself with sycophants and yes-men… Anybody who offers an opinion contrary to your delusion, regardless of how factual they may be, and you disregard them at best or make an example of them, delivering a punishment so severe that all know not to be the deliverers of bad news…”

“Abschließen!”

“You obsess over physical pleasures, you caress your creature comforts… In the end, you’re more a junkie than a military leader. So long as you are feeling good, everything must be going right, yes?”

Black’s face had twisted into a more aggressive mask. He glared at her with two dark orbs that somehow seemed even darker than the shadows. In fact, the shadows seemed to be moving around the two of them.

“Your Fuhrer did much the same thing, Ilsa,” Black growled, “I’ve read your history! I’ve read this world’s history! Do you think that just because I do not speak the tongue I do not understand it!? You continue to make the same critical error that has plagued your Reich since the Third! You underestimate your foes and cling to the delusion of victory as if you will be delivered by some magical god!”

“Nein!” she shouted and stomped toward him, poking her finger into his chest and glaring angrily into his unflinching face, “Wir sind die meister rennen! Wir werden siegen!”

“Rhetoric,” he growled back, “A slogan for the weak. If there is one thing I have seen in all of my time in this universe, it’s that you cannot hide behind words! You have to act!”

He grasped her wrist and spun her around. Reflexively, Ilsa went to expand her musculature again and throw him aside, but she felt a deep coldness within. Her body suddenly felt lethargic. He had her by the neck, his fingers pressing into her carotid artery. She could feel her pulse pounding fiercely.

“Don’t look at me, Ilsa…” he whispered, a note of concern in his voice, “Look out there…”

She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. She was focusing on him because he was another insolent foe, another whelp who needed to be put in his place, and now he was an assailant who had somehow gotten the upper hand. When she turned her eyes to where he indicated, she saw her guards standing at the doorway. They were wide-eyed and trembling.

“Release my soldiers,” she whispered.

“I am not holding them,” he replied, “They just don’t know what to do. They’re used to watching you tear apart your enemies. They’re used to somebody else having the answer. Now, they see you a victim… The rumors of your wounding are growing more fantastic as the hours progress… Panic is setting in. You lost hundreds when you were arrested, imagine how many more you’ll lose now that the illusion of your invulnerability has been shattered.”

“Schweigen!”

“Damn it, Ilsa!” Black spun her back around and this time grasped her by the shoulders; he gazed into her eyes and for the first time she saw genuine concern in his face, “Don’t you understand!? This is not the time to lash out! This is not the time to try to strike fear! The world sees you as weak, pitiful and broken! The last remnants of a dying philosophy! What’s more, you are exemplifying the very traits that caused it to die! It is one thing to be overconfident, but it’s something else entirely to be blinded by it! You need to open up your eyes and see the situation for what it really is! You are surrounded on all sides by the enemy, just like your past associates in their final hours! Just like your Fuhrer! Where they failed, however, you have the means to succeed!”

She blinked at him, bewildered.

“You have the means to be a terrifying force in this world!” he almost shouted, “But you’re letting your decadence hold you back! You’re letting your sense of superiority overwhelm you! Too often I have watched those with the means and the resources get cut low over such simple contrivance! It is time to take a good, hard look at yourself and your foes and finally show them why you are truly a force to be reckoned with, and not just some mongrel waiting to be put down!”

Ilsa didn’t know what to say. Her mind was buzzing. It had been so long since someone, anyone, had been so frank with her, so audacious. She had mistaken his blunt honesty for condescension and had almost attacked him, lashed out at him, made an example of him…

Just like he had expected her to. If he expected it, then he must have been prepared for it. And like he had said, she hadn’t even thought of it until now, after the fact. If his baffling audacity hadn’t stayed her hand…

She moved for the chair and reclined again. Sighing, she leaned into one of her palms and was surprised when Mr. Black resumed massaging her.

“It seems I’m the reason for your vulnerability in this case,” he sighed as he rubbed her temples, “Not so much for the blade piercing your flesh… But for the continued damage done. Somehow, many of the alterations I performed on you have been… Burned out…”

“Wie?”

“I do not know…” the dark creature replied, “To harm one of my kind takes… Considerable measures…”

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A couple hours later, Anna Holt arrived upon request. It didn’t take time for Ilsa to consider Black’s words and understand the truth of them, so she summoned those she figured would make for her most trusted advisors in this dark time. The new Obersturmbannfuhrer had with her some documents and specifications that she would require to start churning out the new mechanized infantry she believed would properly supplement the Fourth Reich’s forces. However, Ilsa still had questions.

“You say the military already has these things,” she said as Mr. Black continued to rub her shoulders, “So what I am wondering is why you expect this project of yours to give us an advantage when they can just deploy their own to combat us.”

“Oh!” Anna’s face lit up and she beamed a mischievous grin to her leader, “Well, Reichsfuhrer, it’s a simple fact that we can field our powered armor troops faster than they ever could. The U.S. government is practically wrapped in red tape. Each of those prototypes cost millions of dollars in licensing alone! We, however, will be able to use anything we want due to the fact that the designs will be ours and, well, even if we do wind up using systems or technologies owned by other people, it’s not like they can actually do anything about it. We’re a criminal element operating under the radar. We can’t get sued.”

Ilsa chuckled at that despite herself. There were some advantages to not being recognized by the fools topside.

“And, of course, history is written by the winners,” Holt’s devious smirk made her normally mousy features seem more ratlike, “So, when we win, and we’re in power, they will have no choice but to

“What about biochemistry?” the Riechsfuhrer asked, “Like my serum and the similar one that made Scharfuhrer Keller into the wonderful loyal soldier she has become?”

“Well, we could look into that, Ma’am, but… It takes extensive testing, blood-work analysis, and as the results of her fight with that lunatic showed, the outcome is not always optimal. Keller was out of commission for two weeks because her regenerative processes aren’t as superb as your own…”

“Perhaps you could make more necroborgs,” Black offered as he worked her temples, “They have been rather effective… When they aren’t made from the corpses of soldiers who were clearly depressed beforehand or your enemies.”

Ilsa gave him a cold glare, but turned to Holt and arched her eyebrow. They were losing forces left and right, and the young woman had pointed out the previous day how recruitment was drying up.

“Well, he just explained the problems we’ve had with the three we’ve tried already… And we still need to see how my predecessor will work out…”

“I am certain that Helena will perform adequately.”

The abrupt cut off made the Obersturmbannfuhrer stammer slightly. She recomposed herself and turned to her belongings.

“Then what we’re looking at is a simple matter of psychological profiling,” Holt picked up a clipboard and started writing down notes, “I suppose we could develop a unit specially designed for such a program…”

“I will take care of that,” the deceptively kind voice of Richard Henderson conveyed calmly from the doorway, “I’m sure we can work out an appropriate… Laufengeist Korps… Heh-heh.”

Like Anna, he had been called in to offer his opinion on the situation. Behind him trailed the powerful form of the small woman’s predecessor. Koch gave her a brief, cold glance, but quickly returned her attention to their leader.

“I also have the results of the tests you wanted me to perform,” the Red Doctor continued, “They’re not complete, but there’s plenty to work with… We can definitely turn dear Helena here into a physical embodiment of her new moniker’s namesake… Perhaps even alter her flesh for more resilience than just the subdermal plating and external armor…”

“I live to serve, Reichsfuhrer,” Helena said smoothly and coldly, “Especially if it gives me a chance to drive that big red-headed Cyclops into the dirt.”

“This is what I was talking about,” Black whispered to her, “There is vast potential in your forces. You need just unlock it. Without confronting what’s holding you back, you would have been picked apart by those vultures out there as they pecked at your hubris…”

“Indeed, Herr Schwarz… Indeed…” Hauppman snapped her fingers and one of the troops approached with a glass and bottle of Schnapps, “Though I am warning you now… Do not test me like that again.”

“I do not test you, my dear,” he replied calmly, “We are beyond the need for testing. Today, we are confronted with the dire need for renovation. Like I knew you would be, you have proven to be wise enough to see the need for all of this… To see past your own glamor. You just needed the shock to get through it…”

She regarded him quietly. She had been deeply underestimating him, she was certain of that now. She would need to keep better tabs on him from here on out. She couldn’t trust her troops, he would probably find a way to corrupt them… No… She could only trust herself with such a task.

“Herr Black,” she growled like a lioness, “I see that your advice is most… Exacting… Necessary and cold. It is true that I can get more than a little… Full of myself…”

He narrowed his eyes at her. He did not like where this was going.

“…I would like you to remain here in my headquarters…” she declared, “I do not wish to be without your advice as we enter this new age…”

“Very well,” he sighed, “I shall remain… Though I will still need to keep an eye on the situation in my own domain from time-to-time…”

“I understand,” she smiled wickedly at his obvious discomfort, “As I am sure you will understand my need to join you on your excursions…”

“Of course…” he complied quietly and took a position by her throne, “Of course.”

Ilsa continued smiling as she looked to her troops and advisors. Once again, she was in control. What’s more, she was seeing things far more clearly than she had before. Soon, they would begin their campaign of victory, true victory. The world would tremble at the horrors they would soon unleash, and she would rise triumphantly to claim her place as the ruler of the blasted landscape.

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A massive thanks to my good friend and partner for letting me re-post this amazing and insightful chapter here on my page. It's pivotal as you can well imagine after reading it!

Artwork provided by the amazing of Ilsa appropriately shrouded in inky darkness.

Mr. Black, Anna Holt and Dr. Henderson are the creations and property of
The Canadian Syndicate, property of
La Femme Punisher, property of
Crimson Conservative is the property of

Genocide and the Fourth Reich are my property and creations.

This takes place in the bowels of

Description
Continued from:

The creature known as Mister Black to the people who believed themselves the inheritors of the legacy of a devastated philosophy stepped through the main Den of the Fourth Reich in a manner that was both relaxed and authoritative. His dark suit didn’t even make noise as he smoothly stepped into the throne chamber and beheld Ilsa Hauppman reclining agitatedly in the chair, grimacing as she held her side.

She was clad in her uniform. He’d heard reports that she had been injured in the altercation the night before. This must have been a coping mechanism.

“What happened?” he asked as he approached.

“That… Cur…” Ilsa growled, her ruby lips curling into a sneer as she thought of her assailant, “The dog-faced one… McGinty… First, he sets me on fire with swill whiskey, then he stabs me with that pocket knife…”

“Knife?” Black inquired as he approached her.

“I felt like I was on fire, Herr Schwarz! Like something was tearing at me from inside! What happened?”

“Well, let me take a look at you and we’ll see…”

He stepped up to her side and started to massage her wrist. As his gloved hand made contact with her skin, she felt a momentary chill run down her spine. The leather brushing against her now wasn’t the same as she was used to. This stuff felt like it was moving, like it was alive.

As he worked his way up her arm, gently yet firmly rubbing the tension from her limb, he probed her essence to determine what had happened. It was just a simple matter of finding the alterations he had made in her and the dark seed he had placed in order to-

It was gone! At her core, next to her heart, the implant that would have allowed him to, well, do anything with her. It was to be the beginning of his second greatest work. It had been too long since he had shaped a being, made it greater than nature would have allowed for. It was a long and involved process, and all the progress he had worked for, the deep, impassioned (for her) night…

All wasted.

This ruined his plans for her. With his work in his den, and the lack of viable resources, he didn’t have enough essence to accomplish the task again. He would be able to continue altering her, but not with the control necessary to…

It wasn’t important. He would continue his alterations to make her greater than she had ever dreamed before. He would show that petty little demon true art in this one.

But he still needed to know… What could have done this?

“You should have been there with us, Schwarz,” Ilsa sighed as she felt the tension leaving her as he worked her shoulders, “You’ve certainly proven your skill when dealing with other nuisances…”

“You’ve seen yourself that they have a knack at survival,” the dark being replied, “And if they were to discover my existence, and that I am allied with you… They have more resources at their disposal than just the fools you’ve contended with. You do not want to give them a reason to try to turn them against you. I have seen them and their allies rend asunder forces better set up than this…”

“You dare to mock me!” Ilsa shouted as she leaped from her chair and rounded on him.

She could already feel her body tense to swell up. It would be a shame to ruin her uniform, but it could be repaired. For once, she was going to show this insolent bastard who was truly in charge here.

He could see her body straining against her outfit. The leather creaked as her body bulged. Still, he stood by her throne impassively, his face betraying neither shock nor concern.

“I mock nothing,” he replied calmly, “Look at the facts, Ilsa. Your organization is underground, hiding, and nearly constantly on the run. You are in the middle of a war with a gang that, by all rights, should have been wiped away with even a mild concerted effort. A few disparate vigilantes, one in particular, are the scourge of your forces. You have to come to the cold realization that your organization is the whipping boy of this city.”

Ilsa ground her teeth and shook with rage, but she didn’t expand any further. She continued to tremble and shudder until finally, she realized that her vision was blurring with tears. Aside from a very select few, it was true. Her forces had been, for the past few years, cannon fodder for the costumed maniacs of the city who called themselves heroes.

“Nein…” she whispered.

“You surround yourself with sycophants and yes-men… Anybody who offers an opinion contrary to your delusion, regardless of how factual they may be, and you disregard them at best or make an example of them, delivering a punishment so severe that all know not to be the deliverers of bad news…”

“Abschließen!”

“You obsess over physical pleasures, you caress your creature comforts… In the end, you’re more a junkie than a military leader. So long as you are feeling good, everything must be going right, yes?”

Black’s face had twisted into a more aggressive mask. He glared at her with two dark orbs that somehow seemed even darker than the shadows. In fact, the shadows seemed to be moving around the two of them.

“Your Fuhrer did much the same thing, Ilsa,” Black growled, “I’ve read your history! I’ve read this world’s history! Do you think that just because I do not speak the tongue I do not understand it!? You continue to make the same critical error that has plagued your Reich since the Third! You underestimate your foes and cling to the delusion of victory as if you will be delivered by some magical god!”

“Nein!” she shouted and stomped toward him, poking her finger into his chest and glaring angrily into his unflinching face, “Wir sind die meister rennen! Wir werden siegen!”

“Rhetoric,” he growled back, “A slogan for the weak. If there is one thing I have seen in all of my time in this universe, it’s that you cannot hide behind words! You have to act!”

He grasped her wrist and spun her around. Reflexively, Ilsa went to expand her musculature again and throw him aside, but she felt a deep coldness within. Her body suddenly felt lethargic. He had her by the neck, his fingers pressing into her carotid artery. She could feel her pulse pounding fiercely.

“Don’t look at me, Ilsa…” he whispered, a note of concern in his voice, “Look out there…”

She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. She was focusing on him because he was another insolent foe, another whelp who needed to be put in his place, and now he was an assailant who had somehow gotten the upper hand. When she turned her eyes to where he indicated, she saw her guards standing at the doorway. They were wide-eyed and trembling.

“Release my soldiers,” she whispered.

“I am not holding them,” he replied, “They just don’t know what to do. They’re used to watching you tear apart your enemies. They’re used to somebody else having the answer. Now, they see you a victim… The rumors of your wounding are growing more fantastic as the hours progress… Panic is setting in. You lost hundreds when you were arrested, imagine how many more you’ll lose now that the illusion of your invulnerability has been shattered.”

“Schweigen!”

“Damn it, Ilsa!” Black spun her back around and this time grasped her by the shoulders; he gazed into her eyes and for the first time she saw genuine concern in his face, “Don’t you understand!? This is not the time to lash out! This is not the time to try to strike fear! The world sees you as weak, pitiful and broken! The last remnants of a dying philosophy! What’s more, you are exemplifying the very traits that caused it to die! It is one thing to be overconfident, but it’s something else entirely to be blinded by it! You need to open up your eyes and see the situation for what it really is! You are surrounded on all sides by the enemy, just like your past associates in their final hours! Just like your Fuhrer! Where they failed, however, you have the means to succeed!”

She blinked at him, bewildered.

“You have the means to be a terrifying force in this world!” he almost shouted, “But you’re letting your decadence hold you back! You’re letting your sense of superiority overwhelm you! Too often I have watched those with the means and the resources get cut low over such simple contrivance! It is time to take a good, hard look at yourself and your foes and finally show them why you are truly a force to be reckoned with, and not just some mongrel waiting to be put down!”

Ilsa didn’t know what to say. Her mind was buzzing. It had been so long since someone, anyone, had been so frank with her, so audacious. She had mistaken his blunt honesty for condescension and had almost attacked him, lashed out at him, made an example of him…

Just like he had expected her to. If he expected it, then he must have been prepared for it. And like he had said, she hadn’t even thought of it until now, after the fact. If his baffling audacity hadn’t stayed her hand…

She moved for the chair and reclined again. Sighing, she leaned into one of her palms and was surprised when Mr. Black resumed massaging her.

“It seems I’m the reason for your vulnerability in this case,” he sighed as he rubbed her temples, “Not so much for the blade piercing your flesh… But for the continued damage done. Somehow, many of the alterations I performed on you have been… Burned out…”

“Wie?”

“I do not know…” the dark creature replied, “To harm one of my kind takes… Considerable measures…”

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A couple hours later, Anna Holt arrived upon request. It didn’t take time for Ilsa to consider Black’s words and understand the truth of them, so she summoned those she figured would make for her most trusted advisors in this dark time. The new Obersturmbannfuhrer had with her some documents and specifications that she would require to start churning out the new mechanized infantry she believed would properly supplement the Fourth Reich’s forces. However, Ilsa still had questions.

“You say the military already has these things,” she said as Mr. Black continued to rub her shoulders, “So what I am wondering is why you expect this project of yours to give us an advantage when they can just deploy their own to combat us.”

“Oh!” Anna’s face lit up and she beamed a mischievous grin to her leader, “Well, Reichsfuhrer, it’s a simple fact that we can field our powered armor troops faster than they ever could. The U.S. government is practically wrapped in red tape. Each of those prototypes cost millions of dollars in licensing alone! We, however, will be able to use anything we want due to the fact that the designs will be ours and, well, even if we do wind up using systems or technologies owned by other people, it’s not like they can actually do anything about it. We’re a criminal element operating under the radar. We can’t get sued.”

Ilsa chuckled at that despite herself. There were some advantages to not being recognized by the fools topside.

“And, of course, history is written by the winners,” Holt’s devious smirk made her normally mousy features seem more ratlike, “So, when we win, and we’re in power, they will have no choice but to

“What about biochemistry?” the Riechsfuhrer asked, “Like my serum and the similar one that made Scharfuhrer Keller into the wonderful loyal soldier she has become?”

“Well, we could look into that, Ma’am, but… It takes extensive testing, blood-work analysis, and as the results of her fight with that lunatic showed, the outcome is not always optimal. Keller was out of commission for two weeks because her regenerative processes aren’t as superb as your own…”

“Perhaps you could make more necroborgs,” Black offered as he worked her temples, “They have been rather effective… When they aren’t made from the corpses of soldiers who were clearly depressed beforehand or your enemies.”

Ilsa gave him a cold glare, but turned to Holt and arched her eyebrow. They were losing forces left and right, and the young woman had pointed out the previous day how recruitment was drying up.

“Well, he just explained the problems we’ve had with the three we’ve tried already… And we still need to see how my predecessor will work out…”

“I am certain that Helena will perform adequately.”

The abrupt cut off made the Obersturmbannfuhrer stammer slightly. She recomposed herself and turned to her belongings.

“Then what we’re looking at is a simple matter of psychological profiling,” Holt picked up a clipboard and started writing down notes, “I suppose we could develop a unit specially designed for such a program…”

“I will take care of that,” the deceptively kind voice of Richard Henderson conveyed calmly from the doorway, “I’m sure we can work out an appropriate… Laufengeist Korps… Heh-heh.”

Like Anna, he had been called in to offer his opinion on the situation. Behind him trailed the powerful form of the small woman’s predecessor. Koch gave her a brief, cold glance, but quickly returned her attention to their leader.

“I also have the results of the tests you wanted me to perform,” the Red Doctor continued, “They’re not complete, but there’s plenty to work with… We can definitely turn dear Helena here into a physical embodiment of her new moniker’s namesake… Perhaps even alter her flesh for more resilience than just the subdermal plating and external armor…”

“I live to serve, Reichsfuhrer,” Helena said smoothly and coldly, “Especially if it gives me a chance to drive that big red-headed Cyclops into the dirt.”

“This is what I was talking about,” Black whispered to her, “There is vast potential in your forces. You need just unlock it. Without confronting what’s holding you back, you would have been picked apart by those vultures out there as they pecked at your hubris…”

“Indeed, Herr Schwarz… Indeed…” Hauppman snapped her fingers and one of the troops approached with a glass and bottle of Schnapps, “Though I am warning you now… Do not test me like that again.”

“I do not test you, my dear,” he replied calmly, “We are beyond the need for testing. Today, we are confronted with the dire need for renovation. Like I knew you would be, you have proven to be wise enough to see the need for all of this… To see past your own glamor. You just needed the shock to get through it…”

She regarded him quietly. She had been deeply underestimating him, she was certain of that now. She would need to keep better tabs on him from here on out. She couldn’t trust her troops, he would probably find a way to corrupt them… No… She could only trust herself with such a task.

“Herr Black,” she growled like a lioness, “I see that your advice is most… Exacting… Necessary and cold. It is true that I can get more than a little… Full of myself…”

He narrowed his eyes at her. He did not like where this was going.

“…I would like you to remain here in my headquarters…” she declared, “I do not wish to be without your advice as we enter this new age…”

“Very well,” he sighed, “I shall remain… Though I will still need to keep an eye on the situation in my own domain from time-to-time…”

“I understand,” she smiled wickedly at his obvious discomfort, “As I am sure you will understand my need to join you on your excursions…”

“Of course…” he complied quietly and took a position by her throne, “Of course.”

Ilsa continued smiling as she looked to her troops and advisors. Once again, she was in control. What’s more, she was seeing things far more clearly than she had before. Soon, they would begin their campaign of victory, true victory. The world would tremble at the horrors they would soon unleash, and she would rise triumphantly to claim her place as the ruler of the blasted landscape.

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A massive thanks to my good friend and partner for letting me re-post this amazing and insightful chapter here on my page. It's pivotal as you can well imagine after reading it!

Artwork provided by the amazing of Ilsa appropriately shrouded in inky darkness.

Mr. Black, Anna Holt and Dr. Henderson are the creations and property of
The Canadian Syndicate, property of
La Femme Punisher, property of
Crimson Conservative is the property of

Genocide and the Fourth Reich are my property and creations.

This takes place in the bowels of