It was late. Too late for some. Then again, it was too early for others. The chaos which raged through the German capitol made people alter their view on many things, and among those things were time. What mattered in the long run? Did it matter if it was dusk or dawn? Did it matter if you were young or old? Did anything matter at all? Death was just a gunshot away anyway, and as far as most of the humans caught in this chaos was concerned, death was the end. While this was true for some, however, it was certainly not true for them. How little they knew.
Ismael looked along the sight of his luger into the eyes of the man he was about to kill. He was a soldier of the red army, far away from home, probably forcefully drafted to go fight an enemy that had up until fairly recently been his ally. Ismael had killed hundreds and was responsible for the thousands during this war alone, and so killing this man should have been a triviality. But it wasn't. The man in front of him was a rarity. In the face of death, with no hope of survival, he was smiling. Ismael wanted to know why.
Sprechen Sie Deutch?
Россию, то. Почему ты улыбаешься?
There was a glimpse of surprise in the soldiers face, but he soon regained his calm.
"Если я умру, я буду со своей семьей снова."
Вы не можете быть уверены, что. Что делать, если все просто становится черным?
"Вы можете сказать или верить, что вы хотите. Eternal Darkness все равно будет лучше, чем эта."
If you say so…
With one less bullet in his gun, Ismael continued through the back alleys of Berlin towards Der Hafen. There was going to be some great entertainment there tonight from what he’d heard, and he had killed enough humans for one day anyway. He rounded the last corner just in time to see a person dressed in an army uniform enter through the front door. There was music coming from inside the club, a soft jazz tune. He entered and gave the clientele a quick look before he sat down at the last unoccupied table. There were only three guests there at the moment, himself included, but he was convinced more would come when the evening turned to night. The darkness usually lured them out.
Ia ia Darkelf fhtagn!
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