Kommandant Ein Part 1

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Prepare for anything and everything.

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"Phew... That was closer... Th-than I need for my life." Feo shrugged her sweat away, awaiting for further interactions with the ones stuck with her.

"Well, that's all and done with, right?" Joff gave his eyes a run and an outting with the way he was trying to scan over every inch over the mountain-width hole that seemed to extend into darkness below for forever.

"I. Hope. So. We need to regroup with the others. Quick." Godu grabbed Moji off the ground and put him over his shoulder.

"I will take Monchichi then." Feo snatched her up and instead of slinging over her like a big sack of meat, she carried her bridal-style. It was easier that way anyway.

"Sorin. Joff. Lead. The. Way." Godu commanded, being free from work was never expected to be this releasing.

"Aye aye. Mate." Sorin excused himself and chattering up a storm about how the explosion before was indeed final-battle material.

"I am gonna go ahead and follow him yeah? Be safe." Joff zoomed past the wind and quickly trailed after Sorin.

"I hope they're fine. It's gonna suck if they the moment we begin to get out of here." They ran without knowing that fight attracted attention from an otherwise...

Unfavorable being.

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It was a palace. It was not an average palace. It was far from it in fact. Thousands of years of hard-work and seeing what worked and what-not made this palace as large as a mountain and was as grand as one.

At the top, there was a large circle room like that of a bird's cage. Only this time, it was a bird palace that was dyed blacker than the night.

"My majesty, Kaiser. I am here to report about the people that has not yet fallen under your rule."

In the middle of the room, there stood a man, a man that drunk dragon's blood and donned armor welded shut into his skin. He was taller than a giraffe and he could carry elephant, and crush them with as much seriousness as a child squeezing the life out of a squeaky toy.

He shifted his gaze from the mere golden cup of black liquids on the single object that was put in here in the middle of the room, a podium. He looked through the book-worm's soul.

"It does not interest me. They will fall soon enough."

"Yes, your majesty. But, I was talking about those still in Grenz."

"Take care of them, then. Send a Crawler and a hundred Shamblers."

"We have already did your majesty. Dozens and hundreds Shamblers and one Crawler failed to put them an end."

"You have permissions to abandon your post to bring them to me. I expect you to make quick work of them."

"Very well, my majesty. I shall."

They had to go. They have to go now!

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"...Why do I have a feeling that we are marching as dead man walking?" Joff held his hat close to his head like a piece of glue.

"Yohoho, because this was easier than we thought it was?" And Sorin's hat needed no attention as it didn't even move an inch in the wind. You would think that he actually glued it to his head.

"No, that's not it. I think it's something else..." Joff trailed off.

"Man, don't worry about that." Sorin assured Joff.

"How can I not? I don't wanna fight something that scary again..." It didn't work all that well.

"...Calm down, brother." Joff was only seconds away of him saying we're not brothers. Not in terms of blood at least.

"We all will get out here, alright? Nobody is dying on my watch." Sorin offered.

"I still... I still am afraid of whatever is it that Kaiser guy is capable of. He made a lot of these things... And where are they now?" Joff speculated and Sorin had one little thought that he could answer that.

"I think he's not really concerned with us." Sorin answered.

"Yeah... You wonder what plans he has... You think we're dooming the world by leaving?" Joff dreaded the answer.

'Hm... That's a tough question... If I say it is what it is... He's going to freak out... If I say... Don't guilt yourself because we can't even save the world even if we tried to... It will be a worthy though if you want that... Yeah, that should do it.' Sorin was about to Joff's soul and mind before somebody else piped up.

"No... We don't have to do that." They all prepared to attack. That was...

Oops, they both drew back their weapons into their holsters. It was just Godu catching up to them with Moji finally awake. Jeez, that was such a short rest.

"If Kaiser could end the world now... Marching through the front gates of his castle sounds like a good way to provoke him into doing so... And that is not even getting that if we get captured we might be used as some sort of battery to accelerate this world's end..." Moji laid it out with half-lidded eyes.

"He's right. You know." Godu supported.

"I guess so... Where's your base anyway?" Joff asked.

"Ah, that. We will be arriving there in a couple of minutes. Hold on tight." Sorin said, unaware of the man rocketing at maximum speed at their location.

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The Fae was a force to be reckoned with. Let not one peep at their name fool you into thinking they were harmless and they were oh-so Tinkerbell with a new brand of name.

They were evil, utterly so. The only good things you could say about them was that they respected those who respected them in return, they were strong and they took over half the world with their shroud.

"Kaiser! We need to retreat!" Kaiser grunted, slashing at the creature's back with his hand.

"Don't worry about me. I can hold them off!"

"Kaiser... Why did you leave us?"

"Huh?"

"Kaiser!"

"Kaiser."

"Kaiser, we need to get out of here! They all lost. They all did!" Was that Judgement dragging... Kaiser?

It was a burning memory. No truths. And no lies. It was a jigsaw puzzle that he would rather keep unsolved.

"Hehe... Humans... They are... Funny, don't you think?"

"Monchichi."

Monchichi felt a shiver run up and down her spine. What was that thing?

She was suspended inside of a black icky ichor that reached past her neck and into her mouth if she wasn't careful.

She felt small, tinier than an ant held in the arms of a colossus. Whatever that thing that was laughing in the dark was older than civilization.

Speaking about darkness, all around her right now wasn't really pitch-black. It was dark not because it welcomed no light.

It was dark because all the material in this mindspace of hers or wherever was all that black ichor that drowned her deeper and deeper. It's walls were farther than she would have thought as the waterfall began pouring and pouring, and the ceiling came down slowly but as sure as rain impacted the sidewalk or leaves on a tree.

And she debated, after seeing those two black, pearl eyes stare back from the liquid, was the water around her ink?

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"Hey, are you alright?" She woke up from the darkness in the shadows of her mind with nothing but a startled rhythm of heartbeat and breathing.

A fear so great, the only hope to fight against it was to imitate that of a lifeless statue. "Monchichi, are you alright?"

It was Feo, ever so ready, asking her friend if her little buzz was from the cold weather or a bad dream. "I... I am alright."

There was really no way to decide an answer just from that alone. But well, Feo thought that they all will discuss about the strange happen things back at base and not right now.

So, she put it in the back of the queue of her current problems. "Yo, you finally awake, Monchichi?"

It was Moji. And he was running along with them. "Nyey, why aren't myou getting carried like a baby?"

"Cuz I am not and you are." They snickered. Not Monchichi, she just seethed in kind.

"Ah, but seriously, I am always like this physically. Maybe I will drop down and act like I am dead when I meet a suitable bed for me... Anyone willing to give me a massage?" He pat his back.

"Ew." Fritz delivered the general consensus out loud.

"I think. My frontal lobe. Got lobotomized. And I still think that's disgusting." You know it's bad when the robot emoted.

"Ow." And he let out the general feeling everyone back at home were being right now.

"I will." Monchichi offered. And Moji almost cried.

'Well, that was something of a gain innit.' He contemplated. At least it was better than expected... If his expectations became real he might have cried right there and then...

"Ah, shit man." He clutched the back of his spine. It was highly debated by the voices in his head whether or not the crying would happen emotionally or physically.

"I told you. It wasn't a good idea." Godu scolded him as if in front of him happened a child that bit into a convincing chocolate that was in reality just plain soap.

"Argh... When do we arrive at the base?" He handled the pain for now.

"Sorin. Joff. When are we going to arrive?!" Godu urged.

"Oh... I don't know anything about the base... Er... Don't see anything here that indicates it... Only freaky and creepy buildings all around and I cannot see that far..." Joff checked the surrounding. You would think he was a deer that heard a twig snap.

"Yohoho, the sounds of winds are close, my friend! Sit tight." Understandable. I thought of no one else having that when thinking about him.

"Ah... I really can do nothing right now but..." Moji shifted to see the face that Monchichi was making.

"When I deal with pain, I bite my own lips..." They hummed, and they began to think back of how they dealt with their own pain.

"I would scream my ass off..." He chuckled. It was a rare sight having Moji scream like a little girl.

"I would just flex the pain away..." Wonder who said that? Hint: His name started with G.

"Oy vey... Speaking about pain, anything you can do to heal us, priestman?" He said.

"It's complicated..." She backed down. 'What? She never backed down... I think. What must she be hiding?'

He scratched the back of his head.

"She. Cannot. Heal." Godu was blunter than a round object. Or was he sharper? Anyway, both were deadly. And Godu's words could potentially become even moreso.

"Shut." She motioned her hands into mimicking a closing beak.

"What? That's just..." He choked on the words shitty healer. He won't let his back get worse than it was needed damn it.

"I can!" Feo piped up.

"Oh, you're going to be a fine ninja one day!" He was positively... Positive.

"Arigato gozaimasu." She grew sparkles in her eyes and all around her form.

"Stop. Trying. To. Seduce. Someone." Godu was half-joking and half-confusing.

"I am not." He said as he was more offended in this moment than he was in the last six minutes.

It was just your average group hangout. It was a semblance of normalcy in this crumbling city of mist and gray things.

Fshhh...

"Hey... Does anyone..."

"Fuck. It. Guards up." He shouted and turned to face the sound more dreadful than the last ones. He was getting goosebumps...

He shouldn't be.

"Argh... God! I... I have to deal with this, don't I?" Moji followed suit.

"Uwah, what do we do?" Monchichi screeched. She couldn't even lift a finger stedily.

Everyone followed suit. It was not laughing matters. The only smile here was Sorin's and no one thought that was out of the ordinary.

And the shadow loomed in, taller tahn every single one of them. If all of them combined, they would have been taller but they didn't have the time nor the intimacy with the man currently striding into the slaughterhouse as the slaughterer.

He was tall. He wore clothing. Simples ones unlike the ones before where they had polite uniforms or none at all.

It was a wine-colored suit. Gloves. Shoes. Socks. Tie. All but two were missing and that were the top hat and the ruling cane that the wearer had opted out for a nondescript book.

He had no face. He had no body. He had no face except for a pair of eyes that shone through the black boiling and flaming smoke like a piercing watchtower.

This was not like before...

No one matched him in sheer power except for Kaiser and his other Kommandants.

"So, this is the band of no-gooders that caused the recent troubles... I have to say, I expected more. You all don't even know what Alma is it seems."

To be continued.