1 Anfang Oder Ende(The beginning or the end)

Barricaded away from the rest of the world, a pale scrawny middle-aged German grasped the trigger of a small service pistol. Looking at the slumped over body of his late wife, the german scurried over to the corner of his bunker and with trembling hands pointed the pistol at the shadowy figure that had seamlessly manifested from thin air.

" Nicht entgehet dem Tode, wer der Geburt nicht entgangen ist", a raspy and almost incoherent growl resonated from the walls of the tiny bunker.

Tears streamed down the German's face as he slowly started accepted his fate.Pitch black tendrils, that seemed to devour any traces of light shown upon, coiled around the pistol and raised it up to the chin of the German.At that moment, no attempts of resistance even crossed the German's mind.