—The Thule (Remaster)—
-Season 2, Episode 6-
-Dimension 3-
Rough Landing-
Earth, ????-
The ship shakes violently as it enters the white beacon shining through the void. “Hang on to something!” Abigail calls out as they crest the event horizon of the strange light, emerging in a new world. Abigail, Lucy, Kane, Rev, and Jack open their eyes to find New York City, the skyline lit up in the darkness. They watch as the skyline approaches, but something seems off. Large black splotches litter the sky above the city. “What the fuck are those…?” Jack asks, squinting at the black spots. Suddenly, an explosion ignites behind one of them. A large, metal zeppelin bearing a symbol of hate lights up, searchlights scanning the city below. The other black spots turn on their searchlights, scanning the city. Smoke rises from New York and small bursts of gunfire light up the darker part of town. “What the Hell?” Kane asks, looking down at the city. “Are those… The Nazis?” Lucy asks. Abigail shakes her head, her eyes locked on the emblem on the side of the largest zeppelin. “No. Worse-” She says, getting cut off by the sound of a loud jet. Rev perks up. “A jet? Isn’t this the 1940s?” He asks. Abigail glares at the symbol still. “Yes, it’s the Thule.” She says as the jet intercepts The Ultimatum. It fires at the plane, hitting the wing. It explodes, smoke and fire trailing the ship as it slowly descends. The Thulian Jet fires at the ship, and Abigail throws the ship into a downward spiral. The Thulian Jet continues to chase them, and Jack takes a deep breath. He rushes back to the end of the ship and hops inside the turret. He slams the door on himself, closing himself off from the others. He sighs, grabbing the control mechanism. “Okay, Jack… you got this.” He says to himself. He loads the bullets into the gun and stops. “You sure?” A voice in the back of his mind says. He shakes his head and aims at the Thulian Jet. He fires and blows the wing clean off of the jet. “Nice one, Jack!” Abigail shouts, leveling the Ultimatum as they glide down. Abigail scans the nearby buildings for enemies and finds nothing. She sighs in relief, looking back towards Lucy, Kane, and Rev. “Guess we’re clear, right-” She asks, getting cut off by the roar of another Thulian Jet. It shoots at them, and the Ultimatum shakes violently. “FUCK! HANG ON TIGHT!” Kane shouts as the Ultimatum rapidly approaches the river below.
Not Quite Right-
New York, 1946-
Lucy opens her eyes and finds a campfire before her. The fire dances around, orange and yellow hypnotizing her. “Glad you’re awake.” A man’s voice says, distracting her from the flames. She looks towards the origin of the voice, a tall and muscular man aiming a Thompson machine gun at her. “Who, and what, are you? And why were you inside that alien ship?” He demands. Lucy chuckles. “Alien? Buddy, you’re in the wrong line of duty for alien-” He slams the stock of the Thompson into her head, shutting her up. Her head throbs in pain, and she glares up at the man. Her eyes glow red, and she growls. “That fucking hurt, asshole.” She says coldly. The man shrugs, pulling back on the charging handle of the machine gun. “Yeah? A bullet’ll hurt a whole lot worse. Now, who and what are you?” He demands again. Lucy takes a deep breath, and looks away from him. “I’m Lucy, a Demon from Hell. I was on that ship escaping a dying reality with my friends. Where are they, if you’ve seen them?” She asks. The man sighs, lowering the gun. He sits down across from her, looking into her eyes. “Hell isn’t real. It can’t be. God’s abandoned us in this world, and Hell won’t take any of those damn German fucks.” He says. Lucy looks confused. “What do you mean ‘Hell won’t take them?’ They’re not dying?” She asks. The man shakes his head. “No, we shoot one and they get back up. Saw one of those assholes eat an old friend of mine. Sometimes, when we bomb them before the war ended, they’d combine into a massive… thing, and eat more of my men.” He says. A pit forms in Lucy’s stomach. “Nazi Zombies… and they turn into Exquisite Corpses… awesome.” She says, annoyed. The man looks at her, squinting his eyes. “You know about this?” He asks. Lucy nods. “Yeah, I sure do. But how about I get your name since I’m being so cooperative, huh?” She asks in return. The man sighs, leaning into the light. He has dark skin and brown eyes. His hair is long, messy, and dirty. “Fine. I’m Wyatt Carmichael, Shadow Company.” Wyatt says. Lucy nods. “Shadow Company?” She asks. Wyatt nods back. “After the war ended, the FBI needed a group capable of covert operations. Needed to move like shadows. I was part of that team.” He explains. Lucy interrupts him. “Wait, the war’s over? Nazis are everywhere!” She exclaims. Wyatt nods, looking away. “I know. I assume they didn’t win in your timeline, or whatever you said?” He asks. Lucy looks at him in awe. “Yeah, we kicked their asses in 1945… what year is this?” She asks. Wyatt sighs. “46. How’d you beat them?” He asks. Lucy looks around, the bunker room barren of any symbols or signs of life. “Hitler killed himself when Russia attacked Berlin. What happened to your timeline? Why are they in America?” She asks, still in disbelief. Wyatt sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “Well, we were doing alright, until 1942, when one of our scientists defected to Germany. Doctor Jacob Bright, I believe. Suddenly, they overwhelmed Russia. Then England. Soon, Canada surrendered to them and let them in. After that, the Nazi Empire slowly crept into America. New York and Los Angeles fell first, surrounding the central chunk of the USA. The Midwest put up the most fight. They… dropped a nuclear bomb on the major cities. Detroit, Saint Louis, Minneapolis, and even fucking Milwaukee. All gone. Texas is the only state still rebelling, with some rumors circulating Florida gearing up to invade the other states of the south.” He says. Lucy looks down at the ground in shock. “Listen, my friends and I are known to solve problems. We can help you get these Nazis out of America for good, and set things right.” She says. Wyatt nods. “I know. I spoke to a few of your friends already. The one with the coat and the blonde one, mostly. I tried to speak with the brunette woman, but she instantly went to help some of my injured men.” He says, unlocking the restraints on Lucy’s cuffs. The Demon smiles and stands up. “Let’s go get the plan figured out, then. Let’s stop the Nazis for good!” She says. Wyatt smiles at her. “I remember when I had that kind of enthusiasm… the good ‘ol days before they invaded. Let’s send them back to Berlin with their tails between their legs!” He exclaims, and Lucy laughs in agreement.
Alternate Outtake-
Occupied New York, 1946-
“Lucy! There you are!” Abigail exclaims as Lucy emerges from the bunker with Wyatt. She hugs the Demon, who embraces her in return. Kane and Rev approach as well, offering sympathy for the crash. Jack, however, remains secluded from the group. He watches from a distance, his heart racing. “You don’t need them, Jack.” A voice in his head says. He shakes his head in disagreement. “No, they’re my friends… I need them and they need me.” He argues. The voice chuckles in his head. “Wrong. Abigail made you a monster, remember? It was her fault North Reach fell. Not yours. You don’t owe her anything.” The voice says. Jack looks away from the group, instead looking down at the ground. “I owe Kane, he was with me when Russia captured us… I owe him for helping me get out…” He says. The voice groans. “Kane was a victim too, remember? If anything, you owe a lot to Alastor. Not Kane.” The voice argues. Jack sits still for a moment. “Y-You’re right…” He says quietly. The voice chuckles. “Of course I am, I’m you.” He says. Jack closes his eyes, a pit forming in his stomach. “You know what you need to do, Jack.” The voice says. Jack opens his eyes, gazing at Abigail. His fingers wrap around the grip of his pistol, and he flexes his trigger finger. “Jack? You good?” A woman’s voice asks, breaking him away from his thoughts. Lucy looks down at him, a worried look on her face. Jack nods, clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah. Fine. What’s the plan?” He asks. Lucy shrugs. “Dunno, we’re gonna figure that out with Wyatt in a bit. Come on.” She says, resting a hand on his shoulder. Jack nods, standing up. Lucy leads the way, and Jack slowly follows. “Kill her. Kill Abigail Bright.” The voice says loudly in his head. Jack scratches at his wrist until it bleeds. As the blood pours from the wound, the voice dies down.
“So, here’s the game plan. Isabella Steiner, the current leader of the Fourth Reich, or the Thule, will be in town tomorrow. Her zeppelin is docking at the Empire State Station right now. When we attack, Abigail, Rev, and Kane will sneak inside and disable the ship. Jack, Lucy, and I will distract Steiner directly to allow you three inside. Once inside, after disabling the ship, you’ll find a vial of her newest weapon: “Untoter Krieger.” Once you find it, escape the ship by any means necessary. Once you do that, we’ll have killed Steiner and we’ll meet up to discuss the next step before the Thule regroup.” Wyatt explains. Abigail sits silently, anger growing in her chest. “Fucking Steiner. I knew I should have killed that bitch when I had the chance.” She says. Rev rests a hand on her back. “Hey, this is a different timeline, it probably isn’t the same one, right?” He asks. Abigail shrugs. “Who knows? I won’t get confirmation until I see her eye. I slashed that bitch across her face with my knife before she ran away like the coward she truly is.” She says. Wyatt smiles. “I like that rage. Rage like that wins wars. Let’s move out!” He exclaims, motioning for his troops to enter their vehicles. Kane approaches Jack, who is oddly quiet. “You okay?” He asks. Jack shrugs. “I… Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s do what Americans do and kill some Nazis.” He says, loading his pistol. Kane nods. “Fuck yeah, let's end this war!” He shouts excitedly. Lucy whoops from another truck, and Kane chuckles. He slams his foot down on the pedal, forcing the truck to speed down the road toward the heart of Occupied New York City. Jack climbs inside Wyatt’s truck, staring up at the dark sky above them silently.
Sent From Above-
Occupied New York, 1946-
The streets are covered in wreckage and debris, forcing Lucy to look away from the chaos. “Can’t believe this is your New York…” She says somberly to Wyatt. He nods in agreement. “Me neither.” He says bluntly. Lucy sighs, checking her shotgun to ensure it’s full of ammo. Suddenly, an explosion rocks the truck. Wyatt is forced to swerve off the main road and onto the sidewalk. Kane’s truck follows the course, avoiding the explosions. Several Nazis emerge from the buildings and open fire on the overturned truck. “Shit! Everyone, return fire!” Wyatt shouts, tossing Jack an extra magazine for his machine gun. Jack and Wyatt return fire, killing a few of the Nazis. Lucy, however, takes a deep breath. She jumps out from cover, charging at the Nazis. Her eyes glowing a bright red as she charges, she lunges at the closest one. She rips the soldier’s throat open with her teeth. Blood sprays all over, and she jumps to the next one. She grabs his MP40 submachine gun and bashes his head in with it. She turns to face the other nazis, opening fire on them with the SMG. With the ambushing group dead, Jack and Wyatt emerge from cover, with Wyatt smiling excitedly. “Hell yeah! That’s the shit I love to see!” He exclaims, high-fiving Lucy. Jack just stares at the blood, a strange look in his eye. “Don’t you just love the smell of it? The iron, tangy taste in your mouth… amazing.” The voice in his head says. He shakes it away, rejoining Wyatt and Lucy as they approach the Empire State Building.
“Steiner! Show yourself, you foul German!” Wyatt shouts, his voice echoing around the nearby alleyways. Lucy scoffs. “You sure she’s here? Why would-” She’s cut off by the echoes of footsteps approaching from within the blasted-out doorway of the Empire State. A woman with blonde hair approaches them, her German uniform bearing the Thule’s emblem. Her hat covers her eyes, and her gloves are stained dark brown with what Lucy can assume to be dried blood. “Hello, General Wyatt.” She says in a surprisingly American accent. Lucy perks up, looking at the woman closely. A glowing Halo glows above her head, and white wings are folded behind her back. “W-Wyatt, back away from her…” Lucy says meekly. Wyatt ignores this, approaching the woman. “Steiner, I presume?” He asks. The woman chuckles, moving her hat higher up on her head. Her iris glows a bright blue, and she smirks. “No. I am Azrael, and I think you are fighting something far beyond your capabilities.” Azrael says, shoving Wyatt backward. He flies and hits an overturned car, holding his side in pain. “Fuck…” He says quietly as his palm is covered in blood. Jack rushes to help him, and Lucy stands up. Her eyes glow red, and she growls. Azrael laughs. “Oh! I Demon! I have not fought one of you in ages!” She says, spreading her wings and drawing a sword from her hip. Lucy glares at her, reaching for her pistol on her hip. The two divine beings stare at each other, their hands hovering over the handles of their respective weapons. Lucy snarls her teeth and grabs her pistol. She fires at Azrael, hitting the Angel in the shoulder. Azrael gasps in pain, her eyes lighting up. She flies up into the air, readying her sword for a dive attack. “Shit,” Lucy says, her gun clicking as Azrael dives towards her. Right as Azrael is about to skewer her, a figure jumps and intercepts Azrael by slamming into her side. Lucy quickly reloads her pistol and looks up to find Jack standing over Azrael. “You… fucking Human dare to attack me?” She asks. Jack looks down at her. He shakes his head, putting one of his hands up to his ear. “No… shut up, SHUT UP!” He shouts, plunging a knife deep into Azrael’s chest. She gasps in pain once again, crawling away from Jack. She pulls the blade out, and the wound instantly heals. She looks between Jack and Lucy and flies away quickly. Lucy takes a deep breath to calm her nerves and sighs. “Holy fuck… Jack, you okay?” She asks. Jack looks at her, a look of yearning in his eyes. He clearly wants to say yes, but he can’t bring himself to do so. He looks away, walking over to aid Wyatt in standing up. “W-What the fuck… was that?” He asks, his voice strained. Lucy looks up towards the sky, scanning for any other threats. “An Angel. From Heaven.” She answers solidly. Wyatt shrugs. “Sure, whatever. Fuck it.” He says, sitting down on a nearby tire with Jack.
Steiner-
Occupied New York, 1946-
Abigail, Rev, and Kane sneak down the dimly lit corridors of the zeppelin. “Wyatt’s intel said the weapons lab should be right around…” Kane mutters, looking up at the signs on the wall. “Here.” Abigail finishes, opening a steel door. Rev enters the room first, his revolver drawn and loaded to fire as soon as he needs it. Abigail follows, and Kane takes up the rear. “Hello, beautiful,” Abigail says, approaching the small cylindrical device in the center of the weapons lab. She inputs the code Wyatt gave her before their espionage, and the cylinder opens. A small vial of a strange black liquid rests inside. Her heart sinks, realizing what it is. “H-How the fuck did this get here?” She asks, bewildered. A woman chuckles from behind them. “I simply took it from the source, if you recall.” She says, a heavy German accent draping her words. Abigail and Rev turn around to find Kane with his hands in the air. “Sorry, fellas. She got me beat. A pistol doesn’t beat a submachine gun.” He says. He steps aside, revealing a woman wearing an all-black Nazi outfit. Instead of the generic swastika on her red armband, she has a Christian cross with the German emblem behind it, and the Iron Cross hanging from the Christian cross. The iconic marking of The Thule strikes fear in Abigail’s heart. She has blonde hair, almost turning silver with age, and a scar across one of her two blue eyes. “Steiner,” Abigail says. Steiner smiles. “You remember me?” She asks. Abigail glares at the German. “Of course, it’s hard to forget your first death.” She answers. Steiner blushes slightly. “Aw, was I your first?” She asks in return. Rev clears his throat. “Sorry to interrupt this joyous reunion, but what’s happening here?” He asks. Steiner’s smile fades. “Rev Finnegan. I know about you, but I’m honored to finally meet you in the flesh. The Hellwalker.” She says, approaching him. He looks to Abigail for help, but Steiner’s MP40 aims directly at Rev’s stomach. “You killed Lucifer, right? How did it feel?” She asks, getting uncomfortably close to him. She brushes a hand against his cheek, slowly lowering it down to his chest. She presses against his muscles and smiles. “Did it feel good? Like you were king of the world?” She asks. Rev just stares at her, worried and confused. Her hand ventures even further south. It cups his crotch, and he grows visibly uncomfortable. “Hey, you’re a little low there, miss.” He says. Steiner chuckles in his ear. “No, you foolish American, I’m exactly where I want to be. You can remain silent while I do what I want.” She says, squeezing his crotch. He grunts in pain, and Abigail clears her throat. “Hey, you mind leaving my men alone?” She asks. Steiner groans, pulling away from her victim and approaching Abigail. “Raise your hands. Now.” She demands. Abigail slowly raises her arms over her head, and Steiner cuffs them to the ceiling’s pipes. “You didn’t like men. That is what my agents told me. So why, I must ask, are you referring to him as your ‘man’?” She asks. Abigail looks concerned. “What? He’s my soldier, under my payroll, he’s literally my man.” She explains. Steiner suddenly wraps her arm around Abigail’s waist, pulling her close. “You’re telling me you don’t like this?” Steiner asks, groping Abigail’s ass. The chained woman glares at her. “No. I don’t. You can stop now.” She says coldly. Steiner laughs. “You’re in no position to bargain in, my dear Bright.” She says, revealing a knife. Abigail’s mind wanders to how she will carve her skin when she suddenly uses it to slice her tank top off. The cold air of the zeppelin bites at her bare skin, until suddenly, a warm hand caresses one of her breasts. She whimpers in pleasure, but it wasn’t one she wanted to let loose. Steiner squeezes her chest and smiles. “You really like this, don’t you? I bet you’re drenched…” She whispers, dropping her MP40. She grabs Abigail’s cheek with her right hand, her left hand still fondling her chest. She kisses Abigail on the mouth, her tongue forcing its way inside. “Hey, freak!” Kane shouts. Steiner stops and slowly turns around. “What? You want some of this, too?” She asks. Kane laughs. “Nope. I just wanted to ask if you should’ve dropped that gun?” He asks, drawing his own pistol. He fires at Steiner, and the Nazi falls to the floor dead. He rushes over to Abigail, quickly grabbing the key to the handcuffs off of Steiner’s corpse. “Holy shit, are you okay?” He asks her. Abigail glares at him. “The fuck do you think!?” She shouts in his face, covering her chest with her arms. Kane frowns. “Sorry, I figured…” He says, tossing Rev the pistol. Rev quickly hands her his overcoat, and Abigail swiftly puts it on to cover herself. “You wanna talk about it?” He asks, handing Abigail the gun Kane gave him. She checks the ammo and sighs. “No. Don’t mention this to Lucy either. It’s… something she doesn’t need to worry about.” She says. Rev nods, and Kane peeks out into the hallway. “Uh, guys? We got trouble!” He exclaims, firing at a group of Nazis running down the hallway. Abigail quickly grabs the vial of black liquid, stuffing it inside Rev’s coat. The three swiftly escape the zeppelin out of one of the windows in the weapons lab, climbing out onto the roof of the Empire State.
Azrael enters the weapons lab, inspecting the empty cylinder in the middle of the room. A pair of golden eyes peeks out at her from the darkness. “Anything to report?” Eris asks. Azrael nods. “Yes. A Demon is working with Abigail Bright and her group. Steiner is dead, but still unaware of her manipulation. Permission to revive her?” She asks. Eris nods. “Granted. Keep up the good work, sport.” Eris says, vanishing into the darkness. Azrael looks down at Steiner’s body and sighs. “Foolish Human…” She says, reaching down to touch the dead Nazi. “I… feel wrong about this…” She whispers sot herself. She sighs. “No matter,” Azrael says, her eyes glowing blue as she forces life back into Steiner’s body. She gasps, sitting up. “Thank you, dear Engel. Return to your post, we have some filthy thieves in our midst. They’ve stolen your ‘NRV’, or whatever you called it.” She says, standing up. She dusts her uniform off and smiles. “I need to get Abigail. Now.” She orders, storming out of the weapons lab. Azrael sighs, shaking her head as she flies out of the broken window.
Untoter Krieger-
Occupied New York, 1946-
Jack, Lucy, Abigail, Kane, Rev, and a wounded Wyatt sit around the meeting table in silence. Wyatt looks down at his wound, slowly scabbing over as the bleeding slows, and sighs. “What the fuck was that shit? That plan went south horribly fast.” He says. Kane shrugs. “I don’t think so. Yeah, you got your ass kicked by a girl, but we still got that vial of shit for you.” He replies. Wyatt perks up. “And you just now thought of bringing that up?” He asks. Kane shrugs. “Technically, Abigail has it, but I didn’t want to steal her thunder.” He says smugly. Abigail slugs him in the arm with her cybernetic one, and Kane yelps in pain. Lucy chuckles at this, and Wyatt stands up. “Okay… Rev. With me. Jack, Abigail, and Kane, you two head off to Texas.” He orders. Jack groans, and Kane shrugs. “Whatever, Sir.” He says, saluting sarcastically. Abigail stands up. “No. Not until you at least tell us why.” She demands. Wyatt looks her in the eyes. “Because you’re the strongest three. I need Rev with me to research this virus, and Lucy needs to be here in case something like that Angel attacks us again.” He explains. Kane smirks, tossing the vial over to Rev, who barely catches it as he fumbles around to get a grip on the glass. Abigail sighs. “Fine. We’re heading out.” She says, leading Kane and a reluctant Jack out of the bunker. Wyatt leads Rev and Lucy down the corridor, eventually arriving at a large, empty gymnasium. “Where the fuck are we?” Lucy asks. Wyatt sighs. “This was my old high school. Before I enlisted to help fight those bastards.” He says. Rev looks around. “How old were you when you enlisted?” He asks. Wyatt looks over at him sadly, a look of remorse in his eyes. “Too young. I enlisted when I was only sixteen. I lied about my age to fight the good fight.” He says. Rev sighs. “I was nineteen when I enlisted in 2008. Our timeline. I wanted to fight those bastard who attacked America.” He says. Wyatt sighs in defeat. “Even after we defeat the greatest evil the Earth’s known, the fighting isn’t over?” He asks. Lucy nods. “The good fight never ends. That’s why we’re here, helping you. We’ll never win the war, but we can still fight and win the battles.” She adds. Wyatt nods. “I like that. I saw the writing on the wall for America in ‘33. When Germany started changing… morphing under Hitler’s reign. Steiner was right there by his side, the bitch. I… want to rest.” He says sadly. Rev nods. “I know, I ache with the same pain. Wanting to serve the country you love, only for it to spiral out of control quicker than you can prepare for.” He says solemnly. Wyatt smiles. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll either save the world or die trying. Let’s test out this black shit.” He says, walking towards the gym’s storage area. He opens the door, revealing a Nazi commander tied up and gagged. “Woah, what the fuck!?” Lucy shouts, her voice echoing around the room. Wyatt raises his hands. “Easy now, relax. This isn’t one of those cases where I’m just as bad as them. Let me explain who this scumbag is.” He says. Lucy calms down slightly, and Rev tightens his grip on the vial. Wyatt looks down at the officer and scowls at him. “This fuckface is the man responsible for invading America. Steiner’s right-hand man, Commandant Heinrich Winkler.” He says. Lucy looks down at the German, who’s more angry than scared. Rev sighs. “Fine. Here.” He says, walking over to Wyatt. He hands the vial to the General. Wyatt eagerly opens the vial, removing the Nazi’s gag. “FUCK YOU! American PIG!” Heinrich screams, and Wyatt sighs. “Be a good boy and take… your… MEDICENE!” He shouts, forcing the liquid down Heinrich’s throat. After a short while, Heinrich starts to choke and gag. Wyatt steps back towards the other two as Heinrich vomits. The color of his puke slowly shifts as more emerges from his mouth. First, it’s normal, then slowly turning red. Finally, it turns black. Heinrich’s veins shoot black from the liquid, and Lucy’s heart sinks. She gets flashbacks to The Spencer Family and their fate. She watches as Heinrich flails around, the virus tearing apart his body. Finally, he goes still. “Is that bastard dead?” Wyatt asks, slowly approaching the man. Lucy reaches out, but it’s too late. “Stay away from him, Wyatt… I’ve seen this before…” She says, but Wyatt dismisses her warning with a wave. As he kneels to inspect the dead Heinrich, the Nazi springs to life. His eyes are a glossy black, and they glow a faint white. He lunges at Wyatt, climbing on top of him. Wyatt holds him away by pushing on his chest, but the Zombified Heinrich is relentless. A gunshot echoes around the gym, and the Zombified Heinrich falls atop Wyatt. The American General throws him off, and Lucy helps him up. Rev stands tall, his revolver smoking. Heinrich bleeds from the wound on his forehead, and Wyatt sighs. “Well. I know what it does now.” He says with a chuckle. Lucy shakes her head as Wyatt leads them out of the gym.
Rebellion-
Dallas, 1946-
Abigail, Jack, and Kane race down the empty highways towards Dallas, the city in the heart of Texas growing on the horizon. “So, what’re we looking for?” Kane asks. Jack sighs, and Abigail rolls her eyes. “We’re looking for a resistance, remember? Wyatt said one of his old buddies from high school is holed up here with his own small army known as ‘The Texan Outlaws.” She says. Kane shrugs. “I bet we won’t find them ‘cause they’re all dead.” He says matter-of-factly. Jack glances over at Kane, annoyed. “It doesn’t hurt to be optimistic.” He argues. Kane shakes his head. “Hope doesn’t win wars.” He says. The trio enters the city limits, and the streets of Dallas are unnervingly quiet. Kane chuckles to himself. “Seems as though I was right-” He’s cut off by a loud explosion, and a nearby Thule zeppelin bursts in flames. It quickly falls out of the sky, and gunfire erupts across the city. “HOLY SHIT!” Jack exclaims as Abigail swerves the truck to avoid incoming debris. Several armed men jump out from behind cover, and Abigail is forced to stop the truck. She raises her hands and slowly turns off the engine. One of the men approaches the truck, opening the door with his other hand, his pistol still aimed directly at Abigail. “Listen, that won’t do anything to me. So we can just talk this out instead of you wasting precious ammo on something that’s impossible to kill.” She says bluntly. The man sighs, lowering the pistol. “Stand down! They’re with us!” He shouts. The other men lower their rifles, and the man removes his mask. He reaches out a hand, and Abigail clasps it tightly as the two shake. “The name’s Marcus. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Bright.” He says, kissing her hand. Abigail laughs. “Guess you’ve heard of me. Nice to meet someone with manners, at least.” She says, glaring at Kane over her shoulder. Kane flips her off, and Jack chuckles. Marcus points over at a nearby diner. “That’s our current HQ. Not for much longer, since we a made a fuckton of noise. But you can meet some other soldiers of mine there. Come on, quick.” He says, quickly trotting over to the diner. Jack, Kane, and Abigail shrug at each other and follow Marcus to the diner.
The Order Of The Thule-
Dallas, 1946-
Marcus, Abigail, Kane, and Jack enter the diner to find several armed men waiting for them. “At ease, gentlemen. These three are with us.” Marcus exclaims, and the men sigh in relief. Jack finds a seat next to Kane in the back of the diner, and Abigail approaches a group of soldiers. “Heya, I’m Doctor Bright, I heard you’re still fighting these Nazi shitbags?” She asks. One of the men nods. “Yes, ma’am. Eric and Hansen are tired and constantly whining, but I’m still good to go. Got a lotta stamina, my old coach used to say.” He says with a wink. Eric and Hansen laugh, and Abigail smirks while shaking her head. “And what's your name, handsome?” She asks, sitting down next to him. The man blushes. “I… uh… my name’s… Klaus-Kevin. I’m Kevin Macintosh.” He says. Red flags sound off in Abigail’s head, and she looks over to Jack and Kane, who both are now asleep. “Fuck, Goddamn it. Where’s the restroom?” She asks, looking between the three men. Eric looks confused. “Why? You just got here.” He asks. Abigail shrugs. “You know, I forgot what time of the month it was. Please, bathroom?” She asks again. Hansen stares her down. “You don’t seem any different. Besides, you aren’t acting like you’re on your cycle.” He says. Abigail frowns. “The fuck does that mean?” She demands. Hansen shrugs. “I don’t know. All I know is that you’re not the only doctor here, Miss Bright.” He says, revealing a stethoscope around his neck under his military jacket. Abigail sighs, undoing her belt. “Okay, asshole, you want proof?” She asks. She reaches down into her pants and slices a thin line on her thigh with a hidden knife in her pocket. She stands up, showing the boys the blood forming around her inner thighs. “See? You want me to strip and show you where it’s coming from, too!?” She asks, annoyed. Hansen shakes his head. “No, I believe you… it’s in the kitchen.” He says. Abigail nods and steps out of the booth. She shakes her head as she walks away. “Fucking unreal.” She whispers to herself. Upon finding the restroom, she locks herself inside. She climbs on top of the toilet, placing a device in the air vent on the ceiling. She reaches into her back pocket and opens her phone, dialing Lucy’s number. After a short time of the line ringing, she answers. “How the fuck is our phone working in 1946?” Lucy asks. Abigail sighs. “I don’t have much time. I’m compromised, and so is Jack and Kane. You need to convince Wyatt to chase down Steiner and go to Berlin, it’s where I think she’s taking us.” Abigail says quickly and quietly. Lucy stays silent for a moment and laughs. “You seriously think I’ll believe that? What’s your real name anyhow? Some German name I can’t pronounce easily?” She asks with a chuckle. Abigail sighs. “Just fucking do it. I love you.” She says, hanging up. She sighs, flushing the empty toilet and washing her hands. She takes a deep breath, opening the restroom door to find a group of soldiers holding their rifles at her. “Hey, Doctor Bright. Guess we have new orders, you’re coming with us.” Marcus says with a grin. Abigail looks over to the door, spotting Kane and Jack tied up and unconscious on the floor. “Let me guess. Marcus is spelled with a ‘K’ and not a ‘C’?” She asks. Markus nods. “Yeah, Erik and Klaus too.” He says. Abigail nods, holding her hands out to be tied up. “Figured as much.” She says before Markus knocks her out by slamming his rifle into the side of her head.
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Isolation: Abigail-
Berlin, 1946-
“Wake the fuck up, American,” Steiner demands, throwing a bucket of ice-cold water on Abigail’s face. She opens her eyes, finding Steiner standing before her with another woman. “Tell us where the rest of you are.” The German orders. Abigail glares up at her. She starts to laugh, and Steiner slaps her across the face. “Tell me. Now.” She demands. Abigail just looks up at her. “I’m not telling you a goddamn thing, you fucking bitch.” She says. Steiner growls in frustration, slamming her fist against Abigail’s face. She grabs her head by the chin, forcing Abigail to look up at her. “Listen here, you ungrateful little piece of shit. I own you right now. You’re locked in here with me, and if you ever even want to think about feeling sunlight again you’re going to fucking answer my questions.” Steiner says in an aggressive whisper. Abigail suddenly feels a pang of fear when she looks into Steiner’s eyes. “It’s you. The same one from before… when I got my-” “Amulet.” Steiner finishes. She reaches down, sticking her fingers between Abigail’s cleavage to retrieve the amulet. The purple gem glistens in the dull light. “There it is. Azrael, leave us for a moment. I must acquire this amulet alone. Go deal with the other one… the non-Aryan.” Steiner orders. Azrael nods, looking sadly into Abigail’s eyes. She sighs, and Azrael leaves the room. Abigail looks back at Steiner. “Why? Why come here?” She asks. Steiner sighs. “I realized your world was… impossible to conquer. No point in fighting when you’re working with America.” She says. Abigail scoffs. “It wasn’t too hard to destroy, some preacher who went psycho managed to destroy America. I managed to weaken Russia, and Great Britain was destroyed afterward as well.” She says. Steiner laughs. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you sound like a villain.” She says, kneeling down to look Abigail in the eyes. She glares back at Steiner. “Sounds like your flirting needs some work. I’m not available anyway.” She says coldly. Steiner grabs Abigail by the neck, forcing her close. “I’m not flirting, and I’m not asking.” She says, using her other hand to rip Abigail’s shirt off. Azrael listens in from the hallway, and sighs deeply. “I have made a mistake. I do not belong here.” She says to herself quietly as she heads off towards Jack’s cell.
Alone: Jack-
Berlin, 1946-
Azrael opens the cell door to find Jack in the fetal position. “Hello,” Azrael says. Jack looks up at her and frowns. “Go away, Angel.” He says. Azrael sighs, closing the door behind her. She looks up at the door behind her, closing the window from the inside. She sits down across from him, looking him in the eyes. “I am sorry for attacking you.” She says. Jack looks up slowly, his eyes cautiously trained on Azrael. “You’re… sorry?” He asks. Azrael nods. “Yes. I am.” She answers. Jack stretches his legs out, sitting up. “Why?” He asks. Azrael looks away sadly. “I am… on the wrong side.” She says bluntly. Jack leans forward, his eyes gazing into her own. “I need help, Azrael.” He blurts out. Azrael looks confused. “You are asking… me? I am your enemy.” She says. Jack looks around, shaking his head. “No no… you said you’re on the wrong side. I get it. I have this… other voice in my head. Something bad, telling me to do bad things. I need help, and maybe someone divine like you could help me. Please…” He begs. Azrael takes a deep breath, holding out her hand. “Fine. Rest your forehead against my palm and I shall venture into your mind.” She says. Jack enthusiastically leans forward, pushing his head into Azrael’s hand. Azrael closes her eyes and quickly gasps in shock. She jumps back, falling on her ass. “W-What the fuck is in there? Who did you talk to?” She asks, fear dripping from her voice. Jack looks scared. “W-What the fuck do you mean!? I didn’t talk to anyone! It just showed up!” He argues. Azrael jumps to her feet and quickly unlocks the cell. “You need to see some serious help, Jack. What is in your head is something unholy. Something I can not deal with alone. I am sorry.” She says quickly, forcing the cell door open. “NO! WAIT!” Jack calls out. Azrael quickly slams the door on his voice. “PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE!” Jack cries out behind the steel door. Azrael shakes her head and walks towards the final cell door.
Freedom: Kane-
Berlin, 1946-
Kane sits quietly in his cell, glaring at the door. It opens suddenly, and Azrael walks in. “Hello, beautiful,” Kane says, sitting up the moment he sees her. Azrael blushes. “What?” She asks, closing the door. Kane smiles. “It’s something Americans say when we see a pretty lady,” Kane answers, standing up. He reaches for Azrael’s hand, but she quickly pulls it away. “I am here to torture you. To get information out of you.” She says, looking away. Kane chuckles. “No, you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t have bothered waiting outside for the guard to walk away. That, and you’ve got no tools.” He says smugly. Azrael sighs. “Fine. You are right. I came to talk to you.” She says. Kane nods, smiling at her. “That’s what I figured. So, what brings a pretty Nazi like yourself to a rugged American like me?” He asks. Azrael’s eyes widen. “Oh! I am not a Nazi! Wait one moment!” She exclaims, ripping her jacket off. She removes every piece of her Nazi outfit, and she stands in Kane’s cell completely naked. He’s just staring at her, his jaw agape and his eyes wide. Azrael sighs in relief, kicking the clothes into the corner of the room. “There we go. I am no longer a Nazi.” She says smiling. Kane stares at her in awe. “Oh, yes, introductions. I am Azrael.” She says. “Yeah, nice to meet you. You’re naked.” Kane says. Azrael nods. “Yes, I am. I refuse to wear those clothes while I speak to you.” She says. Kane shakes his head. “Yeah, okay. Whatever. What’s up?” He asks, looking at the ceiling. Azrael sits down on his bed and pats the spot next to her. Kane looks around, sitting down next to her. “I want to know where the Demon is. I would like to speak with her.” She says. Kane frowns. “Liar, this is you getting information out of me.” He says, looking away. Azrael sighs. “I do not want to hurt any of your allies, I only wish to help. Steiner has gone too far and has forced herself on Abigail. I want to see her die. Please let me help you.” She begs. Kane shakes his head. “No, fuck that. How can I trust you?” He asks. Azrael sighs deeply. “Fine. I shall tell you the truth. I am an Angel.” She says. Kane laughs. “Yeah, you’re pretty and all, but an Angel is a little self-absorbed, no?” He asks. Azrael groans, resting her hand on his own, and suddenly he can see her wings and halo. Azrael smiles softly at him. “There. See? I did not lie to you, so please let me help you.” She says. Kane sighs. “Fine. New York, or maybe Boston. I don’t know exactly. But if I learn you harmed anyone, you’re dead. It doesn’t matter if you’re an Angel, or if I’m cast down to Hell for it, you’re dead.” He threatens. Azrael nods, grabbing her clothes. “I know. I will see you later, Kane.” She says as she gets dressed. She opens the door to find Steiner waiting for her. The Nai laughs. “Ah, you had the same tactic I did? Did he give it all up when he realized he was fucking something Divine?” She asks. Azrael swallows her rage and smiles. “Of course. He said that the Demon and Abigail’s friends are in California or Nevada. Somewhere in the West.” She says. Steiner smiles, nodding. “Good girl.” She says, walking away. Azrael watches her walk, her urge to flee greater than ever. As she heads for the exit, she secretly releases the locks on the cell doors.
Airborne-
Occupied Boston, 1946-
“Heya, Wyatt? Got a minute to talk?” Lucy asks. Wyatt stops, slowly placing the large box of ammunition on the ground before him. He turns to face the Demon and smiles. “What’s up?” He asks. Lucy looks around worriedly. “I think something happened to Abigail when she met up with those guys in Dallas… She sent me a radio message saying she was compromised and needs us to go to Berlin to rescue her.” She says. Wyatt shakes his head. “No can do, she’s on her own sadly. This plane is heading for Las Vegas. Some rumors of American soldiers still fighting the war are circulating and I need to help them any way I can.” He says. Rev approaches, waving his hand slightly. “Sir, if I may interrupt, you said the Outlaws were in Houston, right?” He asks. Wyatt nods. “What of it?” He asks. Lucy looks up in shock. “They met up with them in Dallas, not Houston. If the Thule get their hands on that amulet, this war’s over!” Lucy exclaims. Wyatt’s eyes widen. “Fuck! You’re right! We gotta go!” he exclaims, rushing towards the plane. Rev and Lucy follow closely, but a loud bang from behind them stops them in their tracks. Wyatt and Lucy turn around to face the new threat, and Rev climbs inside the plane to start the engines. Standing in a cloud of smoke is the Angel that defeated both Lucy and Wyatt in battle before.
Divine Warning-
Occupied Boston, 1946-
“Wait. I do not mean to cause harm or initiate a fight. I am here merely to talk.” Azrael says as Lucy charges towards her, knife drawn. Wyatt loads his submachine gun and readies to fire at Azrael. She sighs, and her eyes ignite a bright blue. She grabs Lucy’s wrist, squeezing it hard. She yelps in pain as the flesh under Azrael’s hand both burns and twists. She drops her knife, and Wyatt pulls back the primer on his SMG. He opens fire, and Azrael uses one of her wings to shield herself. She gently sets a wounded Lucy on the ground and picks up her knife. Azrael throws it at the SMG, hitting the barrel. Wyatt drops the gun, raising his hands in surrender. The Angel sighs, brushing the dust off of her wing. “Now. If I wanted you both dead, you would be dead. Can we talk now?” She asks. The door to the plane bursts open, and Rev stands with an MG42 light machine gun mounted on a tripod. “After this, maybe!” He shouts, opening fire. Azrael stands still as the LMG tears apart the boxes and wall behind her. Several bullets pierce her pale skin, and she sighs. She flaps her wings, sending the bullets everywhere. She leaps into the air, flapping her wings again to gain height, and prepares to divebomb. She lunges down at Rev, drawing her sword as she races down towards him. She slams the blade against the MG42, slicing the LMG in half. Rev frowns and slowly stands up. “Alright, I said my piece. What’s up?” He asks. Azrael rolls her eyes, sheathing her sword. “Listen to me now. Your friends are in danger, yes, but not as immediate as you are. Steiner plans to release a Thulian God on America, and she says he is buried deep beneath Wolfrun. Go there to fight him or else this whole dimension is in danger.” She says. Wyatt shakes his head. “You work with The Thule, how the fuck am I supposed to trust you?” He asks. Azrael groans in annoyance. “You Humans and your trust. Just please listen to me. I know I am working for the wrong side, please just listen to me so I can start to do some good. Please. I need to go now.” She says, turning around and preparing to take off. Lucy scoffs. “Goody two shoes over here wants to play both sides. What a bitch!” She exclaims, and Wyatt laughs. Rev sighs. “Maybe we should at least monitor the situation at Wolfrun?” He asks. Lucy laughs. “You seriously trust her?” She asks. Rev shrugs. “I don’t know, but she didn’t kill any of us, and you seriously think Steiner WOULDN’T release some sort of fucked up God on us?” He asks. Wyatt sighs. “Good point. Let’s check out Wolfrun. It’s on the way to Vegas anyway.” He says, climbing inside the plane. Rev nods, and Lucy shrugs as she boards the plane. Azrael smiles, knowing she finally did some good.
Thulian Lies-
Berlin, 1946-
The alarm is deafening. Abigail and Kane run down the cell block, stealing the pistols off of two unconscious Thule guards. “Ready?” Abigail asks. Kane smirks. “This ain’t my first escape from an evil facility.” He responds, pulling back the slide on his pistol. Abigail smiles. “Alright, good. We need to clear the way for Jack, whenever he finds his way out of the maze of prison cells.” She says. Kane nods, and the duo kicks open the door to the main lobby of the facility. The elevator to the surface is across the large entrance hall, and several Thule are between them and freedom. Abigail and Kane nod at each other, and they charge out into the lobby. Gunfire erupts from the Thule’s MP40s, and Kane hides behind cover. Abigail tanks the shots and charges at the first row of Thule. She kicks one’s gun away and grabs another Thule by the throat. She squeezes and uses his body as a shield against the MG42 on the balcony above the elevator. Kane searches the nearby Thule corpses and finds a grenade on one of their bodies, and he smiles. He jumps out and throws the grenade, and it lands on the floor next to the MG42 gunner. The balcony explodes, and the last of the Thule begins to retreat while firing at the two. Kane grabs two of the MP40s and opens fire on them, killing the rest of them. He sighs, dropping them, and Abigail cheers. “Woohoo! We did it! JACK!” She calls out to the hallway they came from, to no response. “Maybe he already found his way out?” Kane asks. Abigail shakes her head. “No way, this is the only elevator leading to the surface, and there’s no way he’s climbing those stairs on his own.” She replies. As they stare down the hallway, the elevator dings. They turn around, spotting a figure in the elevator. She spreads her wings wide, and her eyes glow a golden hue. “Fuck, it’s her,” Kane says quietly. Eris steps out of the elevator. “You know me?” She asks. Kane chuckles. “Yeah, I saw you back in Moscow. You were doing the same thing here, weren’t you? Watching over us while we suffer!?” He shouts. Eris shakes her head. “No, I’ve been dealing with more important things. Azrael was meant to watch over you two, but it seems as though she has failed us. Failed The Director.” She says coldly. Abigail perks up at the name. “The Director? Steiner working for him too? Like Alex and Adam?” She demands. Eris chuckles. “Fuck no, The Director doesn’t deal with scum like Nazis. She’s just a pawn. In fact, her role is coming to a close soon as He awakens.” She says, checking her watch. Kane steps forward. “Who?” He asks. Eris rolls her glowing gold eyes. “The Mind Breaker, duh. Who else would be a fucking Thulian God? Ridiculous.” She says. She stretches her arms behind her head, popping her back and groaning in the process. “Oh well, not I gotta kill you two before The Director kills ME. So, lie down and die already.” She says, charging at the two. Kane jumps out of the way, but Abigail is caught by the Angel. She looks into Eris’ eyes and gasps. “You’re no Angel!” She exclaims. Eris nods, her eyes glowing. Abigail’s eyes faintly glow gold too, and she relaxes. Eris sets her down. “Knock Kane out and drag him out of here. Unharmed. Pretend you’ve been beaten and barely escaped alive.” She orders. Abigail nods. “Yes, Ma’am.” She says, her voice monotone and dull. Kane looks confused. “What the fuck?” He asks. Eris sighs. “Sorry for the lies, I had to put on a show for The Director. He’s not here anymore, so shows over. Pretend you got hurt. Please? Okay, thanks.” She says, vanishing in the dark. Kane looks around confused as Abigail approaches him. “Woah, hey, I can pretend to be knocked out?” He bargains, but Abigail kicks him across the face, knocking him out cold.
Alone And Afraid-
Berlin, 1946-
Jack slowly wanders the facility’s corridors alone and afraid, checking every corner for Thule guards hiding. “Hey, buddy, how’s it been?” The voice in his head asks. Jack sighs. “Leave me alone.” He replies. The voice chuckles. “Look, you’ve been through a lot, but don’t you get it now? Kane and Abigail left you alone down here. You’re on your own, with nobody to help you.” It says. Jack sheds a tear, grabbing his hair with his hands. “I… I know. Just leave me alone… please… even an Angel was scared of you…” He says weakly. The voice makes a strange noise as if intrigued at what Jack said. “An Angel, you say? Hmm. Odd. No matter, I seem to have forgotten something involving what I previously said. Abigail and Kane left you alone down here, abandoned you, and left you for dead. But I am here with you, aren’t I?” It asks. Jack sits silent for a moment. “Yeah… you’re right.” He answers slowly. The voice moans in appreciation. “Good. Now, check around the corner. I sense someone.” It says. Jack peeks around the corner, finding a wounded Thule soldier. He’s grabbing his stomach in pain, and blood pools around his wound. “Look at that, I helped you more than Abigail and Kane did. Aren’t I amazing?” The voice asks. Jack nods. The soldier looks up. “Hallo! Ich brauche Hilfe!” He says in German. Jack shakes his head. “Uh, I don’t speak German… uh… Ich spreche… Amerikanisch?” He replies. The soldier looks around frantically. “American! Is fine enough. Pressure on wound, please?” He asks in broken English. Jack looks down at the wound, the sight of blood activating something deep in his soul. “I uh… can try…” He says, kneeling next to the Nazi. He presses on the wound, and the soldier reaches for a medkit. “Tear him apart, Jack.” The voice says. Jack denies it, shaking his head slowly. The German finds gauze inside the medkit and reaches down to start applying it to his wound. “Ah, Vielen Dank, American…” He says. Jack looks down at the wound, releasing his hand from it. The blood begins to pour again, and Jack starts to smile. “Tear him apart, Jack.” The voice demands again. “No… no no NO! I’m not doing it!” Jack shouts., slamming his head with his right fist. The blood from the German gets on his face, and the warmth is overwhelming. “Tear him apart, Jack. Now.” The voice demands for a final time. The German is looking up at him in fear. “Was ist los mit dir!?” He asks in shock, and Jack plunges his fingers deep inside the Nazi’s wound. He screams in pain, and Jack violently begins tearing his stomach out from inside. The flesh rips, and blood sprays all over the wall. The German’s screams slowly die out, and all that’s left is the sound of flesh ripping and blood oozing. Jack falls back, away from the Thule’s corpse. The mangled pile of remains stops twitching, and Jack starts crying. He covers his face with his bloody hands. He sobs uncontrollably and starts rocking back and forth. He screams as loud as he can, his cries bouncing around the halls. “Good job, Jack. Now let’s get out of here, right?” The voice asks. Jack’s scream turns to maniacal laughter as his mind seems to slip through his bloody fingers.
Friendly Fire-
Occupied American Skies, 1946-
“Hello, Azrael.” The Director says aloud. Azrael instantly stops flying, turning to face him directly. “Hello, Director. I was just on my way-” He cuts her off by clearing his throat. “I know where you were going, dear Azrael.” He says. He walks towards her as if standing on nothing. “You were off to betray me yet again.” He says coldly. Azrael’s eyes widen and her pupils shrink. “What? No! You know I would never…” She trails off as he smiles. “You warned Lucy and Rev of Steiner’s plan. You freed Abigail, Rev, and Kane. You’ve been reluctant to obey Steiner’s orders.” He says, holding Azrael’s head in his hand, his palm resting on her cheek. “This cannot stand.” He says, his hand gripping her face. He forces her to be still as he throws a punch at her stomach, sending her flying. She recollects herself, drawing her blade to defend herself. “You do not need to do this.” She warns. The Director laughs, opening several portals around her. “Oh yes, I do.” He says, opening a portal behind him. He snickers mischievously as he backs into it, vanishing inside the blue rift. Azrael looks between all of the portals nervously. He could appear out of any one of them. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She listens to the sounds of the portals, the sounds of flames engulfing life itself. One portal sounds different, similar to an object in the way of an echo. She quickly turns to face that portal, her sword ready to pierce The Director. He flies out of the portal ready to kill, and Azrael stabs her sword through his hand. “OW! You little fucking BITCH!” He shouts, grabbing her by the overcoat. “Oh, no. This is gonna hurt and you’re gonna TAKE IT!” He shouts, punching her in the face. Blood pours from her nose, and she smiles. “Fuck you. You are nothing but a false God. An imposter.” She says. She rips her overcoat and shirt off, revealing her bare skin to get away. The Director grunts, throwing the torn Nazi outfit down into a rift. “Fine. Bare yourself all you want, you can’t beat me like that anyway.” He says. She takes a deep breath and charges at him, her blade hitting his arm. He laughs, and grabs the small sword with his other hand, breaking the dagger in two. Azrael drops it in shock, the broken dagger quickly falling into the ocean. Azrael looks up at him to try and block his attack, but it’s already too late. By the time she notices his approach, he already has his hand around her neck. “Director… do not do this… Michael will have your head…” She says between rough gasps. The Director laughs. “I don’t give a fuck, man. I’m your boss, and he gave you up. Your own Savior abandoned you with ME!” He says, raising her higher into the air. He stares at her large breasts, and she tries a last attempt. “You like them? You can do whatever you would like to them if you let me go.” She says in a seductive whisper. The Director smirks. “They are some nice big naturals. Double D? Lovely.” He says, looking up into her eyes. He gently removes his hand from around her throat, and she backs away slowly. He smiles, grabbing onto her wing as it flaps. He pulls on it, lifting her into the air. “I don’t need anything from you, Azrael! I can conjure up my own fucking homunculus if I really need to!” He shouts, bodyslamming her into the ocean below. The surface of the water feels more solid than concrete, and Azrael is gasping for air as she floats. The Director lands on the water, walking towards her. “You forget, dear Angel, that I am capable of so much more than you. Michael gave me complete control of reality. Now, back in your cage, little pigeon!” He exclaims, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her into a blue portal back to The Institute.
Trouble On The Homefront-
Wolfrun, 1946-
Wyatt, Lucy, and Rev quickly land the plane in Wolfrun, Colorado, to find The Thule excavating outside of the town. “What the fuck is this?” Wyatt asks. Rev spins the cylinder on his revolver and slams it shut by flicking the gun to the side. “This is them searching for a Thulian God. Whatever they’ll find most definitely WON’T be what they’re looking for.” He says. Lucy nods. “Agreed. We need to stop these fools, now. Wyatt, we specialize in dealing with threats like this. You just stick surface level and get civilians out of here!” She exclaims, jumping out of the plane. Rev follows closely, and Wyatt nods. “Yes, Ma’am!” He exclaims, grabbing his rifle and running into town.
Wyatt rushes down the streets of Wolfrun, the ancient city still gorgeous to look at, even covered in Nazi banners. He looks around frantically, spotting the church in the center of town. “Bingo.” He says, heading for it. On the way, he comes across a Nazi Commandant bearing the Thule’s emblem. He crouches behind some debris, aiming his rifle at her. “Commandant Steele, the device is complete.” One of the regular soldiers says with a heavy German accent. She smiles. “Good. Let’s try it out on these pathetic ghouls.” She says, her voice distinctly midwestern. Wyatt frowns at her. “Fucking traitor, I should cap you right here, right fucking now.” He says, reaching to unlock the rifle’s safety. He stops. “No. I can do something even worse.” He whispers, rushing past them and continuing towards the tower. After a quick jog dodging Thule trucks and guards, he reaches the church. He gently opens the door, finding a man inside. He looks up, his face distorted and his eyes red. “Sir, are you alright?” He asks, lowering his rifle. The man nods. “Y-Yeah… those damn Nazis took my fucking daughter…” He says, wiping snot from his nose. Wyatt nods, approaching him. He kneels down before the man resting on his knees. “I-I was praying for her safety…” He says. Wyatt smiles softly at him. “No need to explain yourself to me, I’m not one of them. Shit, look at me. I’m one of the worst people they could see.” He says, gesturing to himself. The man laughs. “Good point, a black American General. Yeah, the Nazis would love to see you hung from a tree.” He says. Wyatt chuckles, resting a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I know, they did it to my… my family. Wife and son.” He says. The man looks up at him, wiping tears from his eyes. “Oh… I’m sorry. I hope you avenged them…” He says. Wyatt nods. “I’m working on it. Hey, think you could do me a favor?” He asks. The man nods. “I need you to run to the top of the church’s bell tower and ring it at exactly…” He checks his watch. “... 16:00 exactly. I’m activating the air raid sirens to force everyone out before the Nazis release some sort of weapon.” He says. The man nods, his face turning from sorrow to resolve. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything to fuck over these German fucks.” He says, jumping up. Wyatt pats him on the shoulder. “You’re doing America a great service, Sir. Godspeed.” He says as the man turns to run up the stairs. Wyatt sighs, looking around. “Resistance mainframe… resistance m mainframe… the organ!” He exclaims to himself, rushing over to the keys before large pipes. He looks at the keys, noticing they have letters written on them. He sighs, closing his eyes. He gasps, hitting the keys marked ‘B, I, T, U, and S’ and the organ plays a loud melody. “Heh. Born in the United States.” He says to himself. Just as the song ends, air raid sirens begin sounding off across the city. The church bell rings loudly as well, and Wyatt smiles. “I just hope people take the hint…” He mumbles. Suddenly, the ground violently shakes, the tremors seeming unholy in a strange way.
The Mind Breaker, II-
Wolfrun, 1946-
Lucy and Rev rush down the small, cramped dirt tunnels held up only by wooden planks. The earth around them shakes, covering both Lucy and Rev in a thin layer of dirt. They eventually arrive in a massive room, with a stone obelisk in the center. The strange obelisk is a man reaching for the sky, almost as if frozen in time. “Creepy, I feel like I recognize that pose. I can’t remember where…” Rev says, ducking down as several of the Thule enter the chamber. Some of them carry large sticks of dynamite, and the soldiers place them around the base of the obelisk. Lucy gasps, noticing Steele commanding them. “Isn’t she American?” She asks, squinting at the woman. Rev nods, and she turns around. “You two can come out now. I’ve known you have been here since I saw your little black rat running around the city.” She says. Lucy and Rev slowly emerge from the tunnel, their hands raised high. Steele smiles. “I’m glad you’re here, though. I get to show you my new toy!” She says, clapping her hands. The Thule quickly lights the explosives and runs away, and Steele kneels while covering the back of her head and neck. A massive explosion sends debris flying, and Rev is struck by a small piece of wood. His forehead bleeds, but he stands back up. Lucy watches in horror as the statue starts to twitch, the stone shaking off with every move. Steele smiles widely, laughing as the statue’s hand bursts out of the stone. He flexes his fingers and snaps. Suddenly, the whole statue is gone, and a man remains. He laughs, his voice all too familiar to Lucy and Rev. “HA HAHAHAHA! Welcome, one and all, to the grand return of ME!” He shouts, floating into the air. His tattered and torn Division 18 straightjacket is covered in dust and his gas mask still burned onto his face. Lucy looks down at Steele, who’s still laughing. “You fucking IDIOT! Do you know what THAT is!?” She asks angrily. Steele turns to face her. “Yes, I do! Steiner said it's an ancient Thulian God! This is Barbarossa reborn!” She shouts. The Mind Breaker laughs at this, slowly raising his hand. He forces Steele up to him, lifting her off of the ground with his powers. “I am no Thulian God. I am Loki, God of Mischief. And I do NOT appreciate being called something I am not!” He exclaims, snapping his fingers. Steiner suddenly contorts, strangely twisting her body. She screams in pain and suddenly explodes in a spray of blood and guts. Lucy gasps, and Rev aims his revolver at Loki. The Demi God smiles. “Don’t you dare shoot that thing, Hellwalker. I have no desire to kill you, so don’t give me a reason.” He says threateningly. Rev silently lowers the gun. Lucy clears her throat, stepping forward. “What do you plan on doing to us? Trapping us in another reality created to torment us?” She asks. Loki chuckles. “No, no, I’ve had my fun with you. I’m going to kill you sometime, but I have some scores to settle first. Mostly, these Thule taking centuries to dig me up. So, on that note, bye-bye!” He says, vanishing into thin air. Rev sighs. “Motherfucker… I knew we should have fucking killed him right away. I fucking knew it!” He says. Lucy nods. “I agree… damn it.” She says, rushing out of the tunnels to reunite with Wyatt.