POV Beria, living in radical politically commune

We poisoned government official of middle level in Returned Glory city. We didn’t have shot at higher ranks. I showed to my followers, that I was ready for most daring of actions. Some of them drank with feeling of superiority and drugs were doing brawls. They were pumped with strength enhancing mixture. Even if they lost due to overwhelming numbers, they made opponents respect them.

My spy in War-Saw was getting trust from outer circle of Devas supporters. He wrote, that there were gossips, that chosen supporters had chance to learn magic ability. I sent him additional money and put emphasis to work toward goal of learning magic ability. My seed, Sy, told me, that I would get magic ability on forth level of growth, but I didn’t want to wait. I got Sy into freezer as I didn’t have enough time for hunting and political events.

Our radical leftist commune was growing in numbers. We got some people from Germany and some dissatisfied leftists from around the Poland. It was funny, because most of them were anarchists before Russian attack on Ukraine. Part of anarchists believes was, that there shouldn’t be states, countries. That those were thieves stealing money through taxes. War showed, that it was too idealistic belief. No anarchist commune could survive attack from Russia. Russians were murderers. They would kill and after claim that it was not stealing through violence, but just higher necessity or that they were victims of some plots. It could work in countries that were far away from Russia. Closer states saw truth of Russian humanity decline. Russian propaganda made half beasts from their own citizens.

For anarchists it was end of their belief. Nobody wanted to hear them and their ideas were seen as farfetched. Some of them were really hurt and angry. Most went into less anarchic mode, but some, that had resentment towards reality, became even more radical. They fit among us.

I saw inspiration, watching decline of humanitarian actions in Russia. I wanted to be the same. I was creating half beasts from my followers. We were acting out of spite, if we could. We hurt others, if we felt, that they couldn’t do much in retaliation. We became feared. We operated near poorest suburbs, so there was not much resistance. People ran if they could or suffered if they couldn’t.

Those from German were clearly mentally brainwashed. They came to us, because during war Russia cut money it invested in different organization in Germany. Germans were still most supporting country to Russians in the world, but without money those people had no useful place. More because German support became silent and shy. We took them. I counted, that I could get links to Russian intelligence with time.

I was working on plan to disrupt some official celebrations in Returned Glory city. I had enough people to make impact. I just needed to train them in obedience. Drugs were part of training. Severe punishments were too. Somehow it worked. My followers were so alienated from society, that they couldn’t or didn’t know how to ask for help. I had one case of suicide, but that just earned me body for Sy for free.

Severe punishments and unjust treatment made my followers on brink of breakdown. They were full of negative feelings. I reglemented ways, how they could blow they steam out. There were talks full of big lies, that government was root of their oppression. We had night rides to destroy road signs or painted building walls with romanus eunt domus and others. It worked. Mentally unstable, drugged person was best material in making blind follower. I did it thanks to lesson I saw in Russia and its propaganda I heard. Even when they were falling down, they could teach a lot.

POV Diana, head of Revengers

We went for another slave porn market in Germany. That time we had some structure. We had for guys, that were our scouts. We needed them to localize guards. Another four had air guns as they were free to buy in Poland. They couldn’t kill directly, but were enough to hurt and stun defenders. We knew, where in old warehouse was porn studio. We even stole big truck.

First scouts and team with air guns took care of guards outside of building. Guards inside started alarm signal. We rammed through big entry gate into the building. Girls with baseball gats and knives were in. Some guards started to shooting. I went after them. In meantime my followers were butchering stuff.

Most of my followers had no mercy. Killing those people were some kind of catharsis for them, cleaning debts. Balancing karma. Some took from me habit in torturing living people. Some put signs on their cheeks and forehead painted with blood of their victims. We also had fresh batch of freed slaves. They got choice to join us or leave without word. Those, that chose to join had to kill at least one person we caught alive. Some did, some couldn’t. I didn’t want too many followers, so I didn’t use my will breaking ability on those that couldn’t. Just asked them to support us from distance.

We did almost the same as I did first time attacking slave market. But this time I wasn’t moved. My blood didn’t rush to my head. Even hunting and killing guards didn’t look fun anymore. It just wasn’t personal anymore. I got many bodies and all reverence, but inside I felt, that it was empty. My blood lust wasn’t satiated.

We burned warehouse and went back with bunch of fresh followers. I was thinking a lot over my disappointment. I got two living victims for later torturing purposes, so I comforted myself, that I would get some fun later. Problem was, that being head of army didn’t make me blush. People killed in my name weren’t creating feeling as I was killing through their hands. It was boring. It was bureaucratic.

What could I do? I would do, what I liked and would make followers to do, what I didn’t like instead of me. For that moment I needed building with basement, where I could torture prisoners wholeheartedly.

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When I was sulking my followers were celebrating big victory. They felt high. They felt like heroes. They didn’t think about consequences or repercussions. I didn’t point out any of those, that they should think about their future. Somehow I enjoy them acting as idiots and forgetting about whole world. I knew, that German slavers would want to destroy us. They would sent more than few assassins. We should be preparing for that occurrence. I felt aroused on thought, that they would try to kill us and I would massacre them. I was dog eats dog kind of person, not dog eats turtle. We would have nice battle, I thought, and if some of my Revengers perished in the process, so be it.

POV Vivaldi

I got phone hidden near mill. I called number in its memory.

-= Hello Vivaldi. – Said female voice.

-= Hello. Who is this?

-= Huntress. I talk in the name of Unlimited Devas. – I didn’t remember her well. I saw her on Mokotov field but it wasn’t anything to remember. – Could you wait one minute.

I heard, that she moved to another room. I waited.

-= Ok, I’m ready. – She said. I was on speaker. So there were others, who wanted to stay unknown.

-= What are our options? – I asked.

-= It depends, what are you want to do after your runaway?

-= I will stay somewhere in Poland and hunt. – I didn’t add, that I would wait till level four and would have some brawls with other hosts. I felt annoyed, that I was under observation and they were living their lives happily.

-= Nice dream. But what will you do with military? You know, that they will hunted you.

I didn’t thought that far. If I could hide bio-stone, I would take care of them.

-= I would stay hidden, maybe?

-= Could you?

-= Not really. – I knew I couldn’t stay hidden. It was in my nature to boast a little. – Perhaps I should leave country.

-= Abroad. You know that living abroad isn’t so sugary.

-= Ok. – I started to feel attacked, agitated. I couldn’t hit her in the face though. – You surely have better option.

-= Perhaps I have.

She told me about company generals had and how they sold heart medicine produced by Thor. She was sure, that after they would rescue me I could negotiate with generals. Most likely they would agree to some deal in the middle. Huntress said, that if I would provide medicine through year or twenty four batches of it, it was almost certain, that they would let me go free.

I needed time to think and they had some other business, so they couldn’t act immediately. They needed me to wait few more days. We scheduled following calls. Then I ended call.

It looked so fishy I couldn’t stay calm. They knew about generals, military situation, almost everything. I was played. They made me into puppet. I was boiling inside. I went to hunt some deer with bare hands. Worst was, that I couldn’t do much, till I would be free.

I killed deer. I took some of my frustration out by crushing some trees. Even when they would free me I would be tied by some debt. That was bullying. I should be bully, not one bullied. My pride was hurt. The more I suffered inside, the more I thought about revenge. It was doable. Maybe I couldn’t touch other hosts for some time, but I could exact my revenge over normal people. Soldiers were normal people. Even generals were. That guy, policeman, it was clearly his fault. Even if he became host I would be able to punish him, when I would get Thor to forth level.

I knew, what I should do. I should agree to everything and when I would be free, I would renegotiate. Next time I should ask for more specifics. I felt, that Huntress didn’t tell me about all restrictions they wanted to put on me.

I thought about one alternative. I could take hostages. Once I was free, I could get to those generals. I would find their weak points and take control over them. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I expected hunt on generals to be difficult. If I couldn’t blackmail them, I would kill them. Thinking, how I would get on top again calmed me. Life was series of hunting. When you pointed what was game and where you hunted, it became easier to navigate. Lot easier.

POV Legibot

I took refuge in towns across Poland. I had some money, I could live with some splendor. I traveled a lot, because criminals who left prisons seemed to be afraid their own shadows. It was becoming lot harder to catch one off guard.

When I couldn’t catch criminals I visited cemetery in the night. I searched for fresh tombs. I was digging out the bodies. They were of lesser quality, so I needed few for one fresh. Bodies were preprocessed in funeral houses quite a lot. It made them barely usable. Lucky for me, putting bio-stone into deep fridge lesser need for feeder.

One night, when I was digging some voice asked.

-= Hey man, what are you doing?

I looked around, there was nobody there.

-= Here man, here. – I could follow the voice.

There is lot of differences of cemeteries in England and Poland. In England usually there is stone with name on lawn. In Poland it’s like bed of stone with some poetry on it. In case of zombie apocalypse ninety nine percent of dead bodies made zombies wouldn’t have chance to dig themselves out of graves. It’s reassuring, I know. Some rich people even put some sculptures on their graves.

Back to that moment. It seemed, that some drunk fall asleep on bench in cemetery. I awaken him with my digging. He was still little drunk and it was after midnight. He could be homeless or just really drunk.

-= Oh man. My head is cracking from that noise of your digging. – He said. I stopped few steps from him with shovel in hand.

-= What are you doing on cemetery at that hour? – I asked.

-= Sleeping in peace. What else?

I saw that he wasn’t thread to me. He was one of those drunkards, that wanted to talk with people, when they were drunk. I didn’t want to kill him.

-= Could you let me do my work? – I asked. – I will buy you some booze after.

-= Sure man. Can I watch?

-= What do you want to watch?

-= You are necrophile, right?

-= No. Are you a pervert?

-= No. But after I drunk too much, all I can do is watching.

Clearly that conversation didn’t go in right direction.

-= I will do my thing. You can do whatever you want. – I said.

-= Sure. – He found somewhere can of beer.

I went back to digging.

-= Can I ask you something? – He moved closer to grave I was at.

-= You can, but don’t expect much in return.

-= The thing between you and deceased, is it personal?

-= You can call it that.

-= I knew it, I knew it.

I worked.

-= You argued about the same woman and he won her. – I thought, that he asked me.

-= Not really, but there is third side, that connects us.

-= I expected some romantic relation otherwise it’s fishy. – He reflected. – I’m not Russian, I won’t kill you for being gey.

I didn’t answer. We weren’t in Russia. I used my shovel. I got to the coffin.

-= I think you should leave. – I looked at him. He was starting to fall asleep. I gave him some money for booze and directed him to main exit from cemetery. I highly doubted, that he could walk out before he would fall asleep again. I should hear him going through gate, as it was rusty and creaking.

I took body from coffin and went to bio-stone hideout. I was proud of myself. I didn’t kill random person. I was tempted.

After that I went back to cemetery. I put some soil on grave I worked with, but I wanted to make everything up, as no one was digging that night. I had no chance. Police was already around that grave.