Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Circle of Blood ❯ Dreams of Blood and Iron ( Prologue )

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Ci rcle of Blood - Prologue (Dreams of Blood and Iron)
By: Azrael's Wing

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Somew here in germany - 1944

Just beyond borders of a small village stand ruined remains of a castle. Unaffected by war, the village and castle near it have been there for centuries and it is as if they exist outside of this mundane world. The castle itself, bastion of the long gone lord, now lies in ruins but that does not mean it's forgotten by him.

Right now, the last remaining lord of the castle is coming home. The reason for that is also in there, hiding in the dungeon of the keep. It's something most people wouldn't even want to find, but that wouldn't matter to him. You see, he isn't that normal himself.

He's is dressed in a finely cut military uniform, adorned by finely crafted symbols of power that most wouldn't recognize. His uniform resembling that of a SS officer but bearing marks of a different company, the Sacred Order of Steel. The man himself is tall and gaunt, his face almost looking as if drained of life. His long pale silvery hair only amplifies the effect of his drained appearance. Looking almost as if a walking corpse, the only source of life in this man are his two bright red eyes that seem to glow with far greater life than one would assume from his otherwise frail appearance.

His name is Gabriel Müller and he is commander of the Sacred Order of Steel, better known as Führer's spook squad. He's a man that even those in high positions fear for a reason. And he is here to take care of some unfinished business...

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Magus Gabriel Müller hadn't just had a bad day. He had a bad month, or more likely a year or two! Being forced to look on as the fools and their lapdogs tried to wrestle with powers beyond their comprehension. Now that those forces had finally turned against his so called masters, it was time to finnish his own plans and get rid of this mess.

//Think of all these years I played servant to these morons and their Führer, I can but shudder in disgust. That fool of a man and his ideals of a perfect race. What an foolish dream that was, filled with pointless ideology. But, perhaps his foolishness will grant victory to me at the end, even as he falls from the height of his own power. After all, was it not his project back then that gave me the key for my own future?//

These thoughts running through his mind he opens the door to the basement, hidden from the public view of morons that infested the castle these days. Light of the lantern illuminates his way as he step in to the dark void before him.

Following a long empty hallway he finds himself at a sturdy door reinforced with strong iron bars. As the door is barred with a lock that can be operated from only one side, he sets down his light and pulls a rusty key out of his pocket to open the door.

The doors rusty hinges squeak loudly as he pulls it open, and as he steps into the room behind it his lanterns light showers the hallway creating countless shadows. He sees the bloodstains that decorate the walls and ceiling of the room. Mutilated and dried up bodies of soldiers adorn the floor this this room. As he continues to walk towards his goal, deftly avoiding random pieces of human anatomy on the floor, his mind starts drift back into a day more than two years ago.

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Flashback - Müller castle, 1942

Soldiers running around in terror their commanders either dead or hiding. The walls and floor decorated with blood and entrails. This was the sight that greeted him as he re-entered the summoning chamber from his final preparations. First thought that come to his mind as he witnessed this abattoir on earth was quite simple.

//That man is a utter moron!// It was quite obvious that the nations of so glorious leader had taken to himself to finish the ritual while he was away. //No doubt that idiot had thought that all he had to do was to recite the words, do some gestures and his super soldier for his army would just appear in puff of smoke and bow down to his commands. He really must have had an interesting surprise finding out that things are never as simple as that.//

This in mind Müller looks around to see what is left of the circle. What greets him is a sorry sight indeed. The sigils broken and stone slab shattered, there was little sign of the experiment at hand. In a corner of the room hides the gibbering fool that was supposed to be his leader. //Little fool, I wonder how this affects things. After all, he's supposed to lead this nation world domination. Looks right now that he can't even control his own bladder. Heh, if this isn't justice I don't know what is...//

Stepping right into the chaos surrounding him, he grab one of the more coherent soldiers running around. The pale and shaking soldier points a towards the prison cells held near by. As the soldier starts to babble he simply grabs him by throat and snaps his neck. Throwing the now lifeless body to the floor he heads towards the cell block that he was directed towards to.

There in the last cell, grouching on floor like some beast instead of a man is the missing subject of the experiment, a Japanese officer named Akira Takatori by name tag of his uniform. Once clean it's now drenched in crimson blood and in it's face two glowing red eyes are quite prominent. A mouth set in a grin shows two long fangs as the beast continues to rip it's victims throat.

While draining blood from the still warm body of a soldier in his grasp it doesn't notice Müller's sudden appearance. Wasting none of the time granted Müller pulls out a decorated wooden stake from his robes and throws it at Takatori like a dart. Creature has barely enough time to react to the 'dart' as it flies powered by something more than a weak mortal hand. As the beast flies against the wall behind him and stops there with a loud noise, the piece of wood now decorates the place in Takatori's chest where his heart would be.

Observing him for a moment and confirming his targets paralytic state Müller quickly heads back to the room of the experiment to see if there is anything left to salvage. //Perhaps this country can still have a somewhat sane leader in it's future...// As he suddenly hears mad giggling coming from a corner of the chamber he thinks again. //Or then again perhaps not...//

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Back to present

//...or perhaps not, indeed. The way Hitler started to behave and act after that mess hinted strongly that his mind was surely not the same as it was before. Not that it ever had been anything special... Soon after the incident war started to go downhill, mostly because of Führer's desire to dictate the course of war and control it's every move. Because of that this whole mess was the result.//

//Not that any of it really matters to me anymore. I have my own goals fulfill and that sad little man with his sad little dreams of iron can go to rot in hell as far as I can care. Same could be said of this entire war, though it seems to be going there nicely already...//

His line of thought interrupted as he finally steps into to the prison area of the basement. Looking around at the last cell he sees what he came looking for, a strangely 'live' corpse with a stake still deep in it's heart. Stepping next to the body he looks at it and smiles faintly. His mage-sight shows a faint red glow around the body, the proof that though Takatori's body may be dead, the un-life instilled by the experiment still exists deep within him. Satisfied for now, Müller pauses for a moment and speaks aloud for the first time since coming to castle.

"Now you will help me to fulfill my destiny Mr Takatori. Wheather you wan't it or not is not the question. Your blood is far too important to me to let you go, it was that even before our little experiment but now it's even more so. You and your life, or what's left of it belong to me and I don't think there is much you can do about it, can you Mr Takatori?" His cold and amused voice echoes quietly in the empty halls of the castle and fails to bring any life to his surroundings. It's as if he already belongs to the dead and cannot bring any life to the world around him.

Having finally found what he was looking for, Müller pulls a radio transmitter from his belt and turns it on. After tuning it for a while the crackles from the radio die and Müller speaks in it with his calm and cold voice. "This is Müller, prepare the container for the cargo I specified and bring it to the castle. I will show you it's location when you arrive."

"Yes, Herr Müller. Everything is prepared and the flight there will take an hour. Can you tell us where we are heading after we get there so that we can make the preparations beforehand?"

"Your new flight coordinates will be given only after you have the cargo aboard. I don't want anyone unwanted to know our destination by any chance. Remember to keep the radio silence when necessary and contact only those in the Alfa list, after that go for the others. These are your orders."

"Understood. See you soon Herr Müller, over and out."

Putting the radio back into it's place he turn towards the corpse laying on the floor and speaks sounding faintly amused, "I do hope you like Brazil Mr Takatori because you're going there for a little visit there before you can finally get home."

That said the pale old man with bright red eyes sits down at the prison bench still looking at the strange corpse beside him. A faint smile forms to his face as he dreams of a future written in blood, with his own and of course of others...

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To be Continued...

(Is it 1996 Already? How time flies...)

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Afterword:
I know there aren't any characters around yet, but they'll along in the next two chapters, when the chapters are finished that is. This and most of the first part are mostly for the bad guys... Being my creations, I hope they're not completely cliched.

-Azrael's Wing

Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!
---Matt Frewer, as Dr. Mike Stratford in "Doctor, Doctor"---