Chapter One: Fate Prefers Evil Over Good

*Warning Please read the synopsis first and also if you think my idea for this book is offensive, just don't read it eh?*

The last thing I heard was the thud as my head fell onto the rough tiles of the bathroom floor and the rush of my loyal brownshirts before my eyes closed and the darkness took me, I wandered there between worlds, timelines, multiverses, light, dark, good and evil, this was limbo. I drifted through space and time with no clue or hint to draw me back to reality, my deeds would warrant punishment according to God for the many people I killed, so why am I not in hell? Or is this my hell? 

"Adolf!" the voice pulsated and rang throughout all of existence and shifted matter and non-matter alike to reach within my ears and draw out the very fear of death once again onto my face as the voice repeatedly boomed, "Adolf!" until my mindless, insane journey through all of existence was brought to an end by whatever nameless force controlled it. 

The nerves on my knees worked again as I felt them press against a solid ground, my arms tied behind me, I could feel the trickling of something warm from within my mouth, saliva? As it dropped to the floor, the crimson color courted the heavenly light around me, the blood didn't stop and soon I was soaked in my fluid of life. 

I opened my mouth to beg and plead, "..." I couldn't find my voice, as a being walked in front of me, "Adolf!!" 

"You have committed a grave sin, Adolf!" 

I winched as a sharp wind blew my long hair out of my face and revealed my short mustache, sunken eyes, and hatred for the man who stood before me, "I have the gift of Omnibenevolence, Adolf... Sometimes it is not something I like to consider when punishing people like you!" The man drew back his hand and slapped me hard across the face. 

The slap stung and I felt the skin around my face incinerate and blow away in the massive gusts of wind terminating from the man in front of me basking in light. "Hell, is too easy for you Adolf, they say make a contract with the devil why not make one with me?" 

I looked up in confusion and felt the pain of a thousand bees stinging at once as my eyes burst into flame, I looked away and the stinging subsided, "I will send you to a forsaken world, a world of demons, humans, beasts, and you may not see this as punishment but fate will make you suffer at all turns! Be gone!" 

With a swipe of the man's hand, my body shattered like glass and shot through the fabric of space and time throughout history and planets and multiverses, to an Earth that barely exists under God's eyes, on the outskirts of God's kingdom. I tensed once again as the world went dark. 

"Ow, am I dead?" I thought as I opened my eyes and took in the bright surroundings around me, soon the uncontrolled light was blocked by the silhouette of a man, with a sharp jawline and he had blond hair, and blue eyes, I felt the prejudice I contained rise within me, a sense of happiness that I have found an Aryan individual... But I felt myself lose my memories, lose my life as I remember it, all that remains was my encounter with God. 

The man began making silly faces and prodding at me, which oddly made me laugh. The man talked in a foreign language, I gazed around and wondered, who was he? I felt myself being lifted into the air! I a grown man, being lifted by someone as lean as him, no way, I felt myself being placed into someone's arms, how is this happening? How am I so small? 

I lifted my eyes and saw a woman, also with blonde hair but green eyes, she was beautiful, and from what the man was saying her name was Zenith and the man's name was Paul. I reached out to touch her when... My arms! My hands! Am I a? Am I really? A baby!

My heart dropped at the discovery and I winced as I felt my body being lifted and placed into the woman's arms, I squirmed and shrieked, as she put a blanket over me. 

I woke up, seemingly full and I tried to do things, like stand but I didn't have the core strength to even sit up, I looked up at my parent in despair every time they came to pick me up or... feed me. I have tried learning their language, I have figured it out, at least in my head as I am unable to speak, the translation for simple words and phrases. The worst was the noises I heard at night as I lay half asleep in the cot net to their beds, clapping and clashing, the squelching of sweat and the rustling of covers, could they not do this elsewhere? 

"Ahhhhnnn!" 

I fucking hate my life...

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