Dr. Luther Koch had finally done it. He had created an ubermensch, it was undeniable. Erika, a war orphan with pure aryan blood (as her blond hair and blue eyes proved) was the only- no the first ubermensch he had be created. And in of all of the Reich his name would be known.

However this meant that he now had to send an official report to the capital. Erika had shown her abilities after all, and it was marvelous. She had managed to levitate and even throw around a couple objects, albeit small objects but the fact that it had happened at all was speaking volumes to the experiment's success.

And while writing it he didn't forgot to mention how Erika had imprinted on him as a father figure. She was young after all and it was an oversight at the managements part, he justified. But that was a lie. He had worked hard for that to happen. For what could be the-future-of-German-race to trust him and love him unconditionally. If he played his cards right who knows what could've happen?

The Fuhrer was not immortal after all...

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In a large office at the capital of the Reich a man was reading a report. He was neither an ugly man nor a handsome man but he had an oddly enticing aura to him.

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An aura of charm that felt slightly off and yet it drew you to him. He smiled as he put down the report. And picked up the phone on the desk.

“Traudl.” He said.

“Yes, mein Fuhrer?” A woman’s voice asked from the other side.

“Call my barber, I need to shave.” He frowned as his eyes fixated on the 5 o'clock shadow on his face. “And send word to the propaganda department, I shall give a speech tomorrow.” He said smile returning to his face as he imagined the sentence that will echo throughout the headlines of the world.

‘ MOSCOW HAS FALLEN! ’

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I lied in the bed of my room, well it was more of a cell with a bed and a desk with a couple pens, books and a notebook for me to draw and write in, horrifying realization of what I had done sank my heart. I had no excuse. If I had been an actual child it might have been understandable but both my lives combined would be 37 years for god’s sake.

And yet in a moment of panic I had revealed the power I cultivated in secret for the last two years. I had some faith that dr. Koch’s, in his greed wouldn’t just hand me off to be dissected or be killed, especially  after all effort he spent to make sure she imprinted on him, but that man wasn’t to be blindly trusted. He was too greedy and it might be his (and if I put all my eggs in his basket mine too) death.

Not to mention I doubt that he was powerful enough in system to protect me if it come to it. But for now all I could do was wait.