Prologue

Somewhere in the Mediterranian sea, there was a submarine of which had an outer paint job very similar to that of a shark. It was a German patrol u-boat with twenty men on board. Each of these men wore a black military uniform with the red sash of the Nazi party. The commander of those men had golden plates stitched onto his shoulders and three golden bands stitched near his hands on the sleeves of his uniform. 

    Within the crew quarters, three members including the Commander sat around a small table with no chairs and a deck of cards. The Commander wasn't really a Nazi, but he had to pretend to be in order to rise up in the ranks. He was with his two best friends from before the war, who had the same disposition as him. The other Nazi crew members dared not to interrupt their Commander when he was with those two. They took the cards out and started to play.

    Near the back of the submarine, five Nazi crew members were discussing how they hate jews. It had been nearly half an hour of arguing until the whole vessel rocked. Everyone was surprised. 

    The glasses of water on the small table slid off and shattered on the hard floor of the crew quarters. The Commander groaned and started to put away the cards. He kindly asked the other two with him to check how the other crew members were, and to report back to him if there was any damaged areas within the vessel. 

    Within the control room, seven members were panicking and checking the controls. The dials were spinning rapidly. One of the dials blew. One of the two that had been with the commander had got hit with shards of glass from the dial. A big piece of glass had removed some of his fingers. He screeched in german while clutching the stump where his fingers were. Blood dribbled down his hand and dripped onto the control area. At that moment, the submarine's sonar system picked up an object. That object had been moving towards them at an alarming speed until… 

There was a horrendous screech as the hull was pierced by a triangular object. It had pierced right through the vice commanders heart within the control room. His body went limp upon the spike that was the object as he died instantly. Since the impact, not a drop of water had come in due to the objects perfect cleavage of the hull. The object had been a long pointy tetrahedron, coated in an unknown black substance. The crew members were paralysed in fear at that triangle.

Elsewhere the Commander and other vice commander were inconvenienced by the screeching and shaking of the submarine. They both walked through the halls of the sub and stopped at the end of the hall. Something wasn't quite right. The Commander had turned around to look at the other end of the hall. It looked like a crew member, except… it was made of a dark red glowing gas. It slowly encroached upon them. In its eye sockets were dark red flames. It whispered something in a hollow german voice. The Commander whispered something to the present vice commander. The vice commander turned around and saw the other "vice commander" of the vessel slowly walking towards them. His eyes widened in fear as he realized he could sort of see through him. Another jolt rocked the vessel.

Within the control room, everyone was panicking as the sonar system was going crazy. Multiple blips were appearing and disappearing on the screen. Then the singular hanging light in the room exploded from a sudden burst of energy. All of the other lights in the submarine blew as well.

Moving back to the Commander and vice commander facing the apparition. The tag on that manifested uniform read "H. Heinz" which was the name of the second vice commander. It did not have the Nazi party armband on its fabricated arm. The two that stood before it had been wearing them. The Commander noticed it and tore both his and the other guys band off. The apparition faded. They ran around the floors of the sub.

Once they got to the control room, it looked like a monster had been to a buffet as the bodies of the operators were torn to shreds. Many pieces of them were missing… The triangular point had still jutted into the hull and H. Heinz's lifeless body still lay limp and impaled upon its cruel point. There was a clicking coming from the pipes. Click. Click. Click. The Commander and vice commander put their hands upon that black object, curious as to what is was…

Click. Click. Click. The object emitted a pulse of light that blew them back.

Tink.

The entire inside of the vessel was engulfed in an inferno as the fuel caught ablaze from a spark coming from the area that made the clicking noises. The object had been ejected from the hull by the explosion and shot like a bullet through the sea. It displaced the water as it went due to its speed.

    Above this conflict upon the top of the sea, there was a small boat. In that boat was a man. He smirked…