Copyright 2025, Esa Myllylä, All Rights Reserved.
The world has been plunged into a nightmare beyond imagining. This story is for mature readers. Reader discretion is advised.
April 1, 1945 - The Siege of London.
The once-vibrant heart of the British Empire was now a shattered ruin, a testament to the brutal efficiency of the Axis war machine. The London Underground, once a sanctuary, had become a charnel house, its tunnels echoing with the screams of the damned.
Major Arthur Pembroke, his face gaunt and hardened by weeks of relentless fighting, led his small band of survivors through the darkness. The air was thick with the stench of death, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the cloying sweetness of decay. They moved like ghosts, their footsteps muffled by the layers of filth and debris that carpeted the tunnels.
"Clear," Pembroke rasped, his voice hoarse from shouting over the cacophony of war. They had been hunting Himmler for weeks, driven by a thirst for vengeance and a desperate hope to salvage something from the wreckage of their world.
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling shriek pierced the oppressive silence. It was a sound that spoke of unimaginable agony, a sound that made even the most hardened veterans among them flinch.
"What in God's name was that?" a young SAS trooper whispered, his hand trembling on the grip of his Sten gun.
Pembroke's face tightened. "Sounds like the work of the KorpsGeist," he said grimly. "Himmler's pet monsters."
They moved towards the source of the sound, their weapons raised, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. The tunnel opened into a vast chamber, and the sight that greeted them was enough to make even the most seasoned soldiers recoil in horror.
The Devil's Laboratory.
The chamber was a grotesque laboratory, a testament to the twisted genius of Nazi science. In the center of the room, strapped to a metal table, was a figure that had once been human. Its limbs were elongated and twisted, its skin stretched taut over grotesque protrusions. Its eyes, wide with terror, followed their every move.
Around the table, figures in white coats moved with a disturbing, clinical detachment. Dr. Josef Mengele, the infamous "Angel of Death," was among them, his face a mask of cold, intellectual curiosity. He held a syringe filled with a viscous, glowing fluid.
"Behold," Mengele announced, his voice echoing in the chamber. "The next stage in human evolution. Homo superior."
He plunged the syringe into the creature's neck, and its body convulsed violently. Its screams were inhuman, a tortured symphony of flesh and metal.
"What have you done to it?" Pembroke demanded, his voice trembling with rage.
Mengele turned, his eyes gleaming with fanatical zeal. "I have unlocked its potential. I have given it the strength of ten men, the speed of a predator, the resilience of a machine."
As if to demonstrate, the creature on the table strained against its restraints, its muscles bulging, its metallic enhancements whirring. The metal table groaned under the strain.
"Kill it," the creature begged, its voice a distorted rasp. "Please, kill me."
Pembroke raised his Sten gun, but before he could fire, Mengele pressed a button on a nearby console. The creature's eyes glowed red, and it roared with unnatural fury. It ripped itself free from the table, its enhanced limbs tearing through metal as if it were paper.
The creature lunged at them, a grotesque parody of a human being. Its movements were a blur of violence, its metallic claws tearing through flesh and bone. The survivors fought back with desperate courage, but they were no match for the creature's enhanced strength and speed.
The Cost of Survival.
One by one, Pembroke's comrades fell. The young SAS trooper was torn in half, his screams abruptly silenced. A French Resistance fighter had his throat ripped out, his blood painting the walls in a grotesque mural. Anya, the Polish cryptographer, was impaled on the creature's metallic arm, her body twitching as it was lifted high above their heads.
Pembroke watched in horror as his team was slaughtered, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. He knew that he was next.
The creature turned its glowing red eyes on him, its face a mask of inhuman rage. It stalked towards him, its metallic claws dripping with the blood of his friends.
"This is for Sarah," Pembroke snarled, drawing his knife. He lunged at the creature, his movements fueled by grief and fury.
He managed to wound it, his knife slicing through its metallic flesh, but it barely slowed it down. The creature backhanded him, sending him flying across the chamber. He crashed into a wall, his body broken and bleeding.
As the creature loomed over him, its shadow falling across his broken form, Pembroke closed his eyes, bracing himself for the final blow.
But it never came.
The Girl from the Glass
Suddenly, a figure dropped from the shadows, landing between Pembroke and the creature. It was a girl, no older than seventeen, her face half-covered in grotesque scars, her eyes burning with an unholy fire.
"Ellie?" Pembroke gasped, recognizing the girl from the reports he had received from Los Alamos. "But how…?"
Ellie didn't answer. She turned to face the creature, her stance radiating an unnatural power. Her skin shimmered, and her body seemed to blur at the edges.
The creature roared and lunged at her, but Ellie moved with impossible speed, dodging its attack and striking back with a force that sent shockwaves through the chamber. Her hands glowed with the same eerie energy that had emanated from the creature's eyes.
"What are you?" Pembroke whispered, awestruck.
"I am vengeance," Ellie replied, her voice a chilling whisper.
She fought the creature with a ferocity that matched its own, her movements a whirlwind of destruction. Metal shrieked and groaned as she tore into its enhanced body, her strikes precise and devastating.
The creature, for the first time, seemed to feel fear. It staggered back, its red eyes dimming. Ellie pressed her attack, her power growing with every blow. Finally, with a final, desperate surge of energy, she ripped the creature's heart from its chest.
The creature convulsed, its body spasming as its lifeblood flowed out. Then, it collapsed, its metallic limbs clattering against the stone floor.
Ellie stood over the fallen creature, her chest heaving, her eyes still burning with unnatural fire. She turned to Pembroke, her expression unreadable.
"You will take me to Himmler," she said. "I have a reckoning to settle."
The Heart of Darkness.
Pembroke, his body aching, his mind reeling from the horrors he had witnessed, could only nod. He knew that Ellie was their only hope, their only chance to stop Himmler and his monstrous creations.
They made their way deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels of the London Underground, following a trail of blood and destruction. The further they went, the more twisted and grotesque the sights became. They passed chambers filled with mutilated bodies, their limbs twisted into unnatural shapes. They saw scientists performing unspeakable experiments, their faces illuminated by the eerie glow of their equipment.
The air grew heavy with the stench of death and decay, the walls slick with blood and other, unidentifiable fluids. The sounds of screaming and moaning echoed through the tunnels, a symphony of suffering that would haunt their nightmares forever.
As they ventured deeper, they encountered more and more of Himmler's twisted experiments. In one chamber, they found human bodies fused with machinery, their screams echoing through the darkness. In another, they saw rows of cages filled with mutated creatures, their eyes filled with a desperate longing for release.
The complex seemed to defy the laws of nature, a twisted labyrinth of flesh and metal. The architecture itself seemed organic, with pulsating veins running along the walls and grotesque sculptures adorning the chambers.
Pembroke's resolve hardened with each step. He had to stop Himmler, not just for revenge, but to prevent these horrors from being unleashed upon the world. He knew that if Himmler's experiments were allowed to continue, the world would be plunged into an even darker age.
Finally, they reached the heart of the complex: a vast, cathedral-like chamber where Himmler himself stood, surrounded by his SS guards and his most prized creations.
The chamber was a grotesque parody of a cathedral, with twisted arches and stained-glass windows depicting scenes of Nazi triumph and Aryan supremacy. The air was thick with the smell of incense and blood, and the silence was broken only by the chanting of the SS guards.
Himmler's face lit up with manic glee as they approached. "Ah, Major Pembroke," he hissed, his voice like the scraping of metal on stone. "I wondered when you would arrive. And you've brought me a gift, it seems." He gestured towards Ellie. "The Girl from the Glass. I've heard such fascinating things about you."
Ellie stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Himmler. "You will pay for your crimes," she said, her voice filled with a cold, implacable fury.
Himmler laughed, a chilling, inhuman sound. "Crimes? I am creating the future, a world where the strong rule and the weak are… repurposed." He gestured around the chamber, his hand sweeping across the grotesque figures that stood arrayed behind him. "My children, the dawn of a new age."
The Final Reckoning.
The battle that followed was a maelstrom of violence and chaos. Ellie fought with a speed and power that defied human comprehension, tearing through Himmler's enhanced soldiers as if they were made of paper. Pembroke and the remaining survivors fought with desperate courage, their weapons spitting fire and death.
The very air crackled with energy as Ellie moved, a force of nature unleashed. Each blow landed with the concussive force of a mortar shell, sending shockwaves through the chamber. The enhanced soldiers, for all their augmented strength, were like children before her wrath. Their metallic limbs shattered, their energy weapons overloaded and exploded, and their bodies were thrown aside like broken toys.
The SS guards, for all their fanaticism, were no match for Ellie's power. She moved among them like a ghost, her movements too fast for the human eye to follow. She tore through their ranks, leaving a trail of broken bodies in her wake.
Pembroke, witnessing Ellie's power, felt a surge of hope, mingled with a profound sense of awe. He had never seen anything like this. This was not merely a super-soldier; this was something… more. He fought with renewed vigor, inspired by her example, directing the survivors with tactical precision, their combined fire pinning down the remaining guards.
But Himmler had more surprises in store. He unleashed his ultimate creation, a towering behemoth of flesh and metal, its body a grotesque fusion of human and machine. The creature was armed with massive claws and energy weapons, its eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence. This was the KorpsGeist incarnate, a monstrous testament to Himmler's twisted vision.
The behemoth roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the chamber. It lunged at Ellie, its massive claws tearing through the air, leaving trails of superheated energy in their wake.
The battle that followed was a clash of titans, a spectacle of raw power and terrifying grace. Ellie met the behemoth head-on, her movements a blur of speed and precision. She dodged its attacks with impossible agility, her body weaving through the creature's massive limbs.
Her hands glowed with intense energy, and she struck with devastating force, targeting the creature's weak points, exploiting the seams between flesh and metal. She tore off its armor plating, exposing the grotesque organic matter beneath.
The behemoth fought back with a ferocity that matched her own, its massive claws tearing through the chamber, its energy weapons unleashing torrents of fire. The two clashed again and again, their battle shaking the very foundations of the complex.
Pembroke and the survivors watched, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew that the fate of the world hung in the balance. If Ellie fell, all hope would be lost.
Finally, after a grueling and bloody struggle, Ellie managed to defeat the behemoth, tearing its heart out with her bare hands. The creature's roar turned into a gurgling shriek as its life force ebbed away. Its massive body crashed to the ground, shaking the chamber with seismic force.
But as Ellie turned to face Himmler, he unleashed one final, desperate attack. The self-destruct sequence was merely a prelude. From a hidden compartment in his sleeve, Himmler produced a device, a sphere of crackling energy.
He activated it with a manic laugh. "Behold," he shrieked, "the culmination of my work! The SeeleBrecher! It will unravel your very soul!"
The sphere pulsed with dark energy, and a wave of psychic force washed over the chamber. Pembroke felt his mind being torn apart, his memories dissolving, his very sense of self unraveling. The survivors screamed in agony, clutching their heads.
Ellie, however, seemed to be less affected. Her eyes glowed brighter, and a protective aura shimmered around her. She staggered, but she did not fall.
"You cannot break me," she said, her voice a low growl. "I am more than you can comprehend."
She unleashed a counter-wave of energy, a force of pure will that clashed with Himmler's psychic attack. The chamber became a vortex of conflicting energies, a battleground for their minds.
Himmler's eyes widened in disbelief as his attack faltered. He poured more power into the SeeleBrecher, but it was like trying to hold back a tsunami. Ellie's power overwhelmed him, shattering his control.
The SeeleBrecher exploded, and the psychic backlash ripped through Himmler's mind, leaving him a broken, gibbering wreck. He collapsed to the floor, his eyes vacant, his sanity shattered.
The chamber began to shake violently. The self-destruct sequence, triggered earlier, was now reaching its climax. The walls groaned, and the ceiling began to collapse.
Ellie knew that they had to escape, and fast. She grabbed Pembroke, her enhanced strength allowing her to carry him as she fled the collapsing complex. They barely made it out alive, emerging into the ruined streets of London just as the Underground disappeared in a cloud of dust and debris.
They had stopped Himmler, but at a terrible cost. London was in ruins, and countless lives had been lost. The world was still teetering on the brink of destruction, the Axis powers still a formidable threat.
As they stood amidst the ruins, the first rays of dawn breaking through the smoke-filled sky, Ellie turned to Pembroke, her expression solemn.
"This is not over," she said. "There are others like me. Others who were… changed. We are not unique, bred for war, and there are more facilities. We have to find the others."
Pembroke looked at her, his heart filled with a mixture of grief and grim determination. "Then we'll find them," he said. "And we'll finish this fight. For all those we have lost."
April 15, 1945 – Europe Ablaze.
The war in Europe raged on with unabated fury. The Allied forces, having breached the Rhine, advanced deeper into German territory, encountering fierce resistance from the remnants of the Wehrmacht. Cities like Cologne and Hamburg became battlegrounds, reduced to rubble by relentless bombing and street-to-street fighting.
The German war machine, though crippled, was far from broken. Fanatical SS units fought to the last man, clinging to every inch of ground, their resolve fueled by a twisted ideology and the fear of the approaching Red Army.
In the East, the Soviet forces continued their relentless push westward, their advance marked by brutal efficiency and a thirst for revenge. The Battle of Berlin loomed, a titanic clash that would decide the fate of the Third Reich.
Amidst this chaos, pockets of resistance began to emerge, inspired by the fall of Himmler and the rumors of enhanced individuals fighting against the Axis. These groups, composed of soldiers, civilians, and escaped prisoners, carried out sabotage operations, ambushed enemy convoys, and provided crucial intelligence to the Allied forces.
Pembroke, driven by Ellie's revelations, joined forces with a clandestine network of British and American operatives. They moved across the ravaged landscape of Europe, searching for clues about other KorpsGeist facilities and any trace of individuals with extraordinary abilities.
Their search led them to a series of hidden laboratories and underground complexes, each one a testament to the horrors of Nazi experimentation. They encountered more of Himmler's creations: grotesque hybrids of man and machine, creatures with enhanced strength and psychic powers, and individuals twisted into living weapons.
Each encounter reinforced the urgency of their mission. They realized that the KorpsGeist's legacy was far more extensive and dangerous than they had initially imagined. The Axis powers were not merely fighting a conventional war; they were waging a war for the future of humanity, a future where the strong ruled and the weak were "repurposed."
May 10, 1945 – The Ghosts of the Past.
Their search eventually led them to a remote facility nestled deep within the Harz Mountains of Germany. The facility was heavily guarded, a fortress of concrete and steel, surrounded by electrified fences and patrolled by heavily armed SS troops.
Pembroke and his team infiltrated the facility under the cover of darkness, their movements precise and silent. They navigated a maze of corridors and chambers, their senses heightened, their weapons at the ready.
As they delved deeper into the complex, they began to uncover the secrets of the KorpsGeist program. They found records detailing the experiments, the subjects, and the twisted ideology that drove the research.
They learned that the "changed" individuals were not merely accidents or byproducts of the experiments. They were the intended result, the culmination of years of research and development. The Nazis believed they were creating a new race of super-soldiers, beings who would be superior to ordinary humans in every way.
But the records also revealed the terrible cost of this ambition. Countless individuals had been subjected to horrific experiments, their bodies and minds twisted and broken in the pursuit of power. Many had died in agony, their screams echoing through the sterile halls of the laboratories.
The weight of these discoveries pressed heavily on Pembroke and his team. They realized that they were not just fighting against the Axis powers; they were fighting against a legacy of cruelty and suffering that stretched back decades.
In the heart of the facility, they found a chamber where dozens of individuals were held in stasis, suspended in glass tubes filled with a glowing liquid. These were the survivors of the experiments, the ones who had been deemed "successful."
Among them, they found others like Ellie: young men and women with extraordinary abilities, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. Pembroke knew that they had to free them, not only to bolster their own forces but also to give these individuals a chance at a life they had been denied.
May 20, 1945 – Children of Hope.
As Pembroke and his team prepared to liberate the individuals in stasis, they were confronted by the facility's commander, a high-ranking SS officer named Obersturmbannführer Klaus Schmidt.
Schmidt was a true believer in the KorpsGeist ideology, a ruthless and ambitious man who saw the enhanced individuals as the key to the future of the Third Reich. He was determined to protect his "children" at all costs.
A fierce battle ensued, with Pembroke and his team facing off against Schmidt and his elite guards. The fighting was brutal and desperate, with both sides wielding advanced weaponry and enhanced abilities.
Ellie, who had accompanied Pembroke on this mission, proved to be a force of nature. She moved with blinding speed, her energy blasts tearing through the enemy ranks. The enhanced individuals in stasis, sensing the battle raging around them, began to awaken, their powers adding to the chaos.
The tide of the battle turned as more and more of the enhanced individuals joined the fight. They fought with a raw power and desperation, fueled by years of captivity and the burning desire for freedom.
Schmidt, realizing that he was losing, attempted to activate the facility's self-destruct mechanism, intending to destroy the complex and everyone in it. But Pembroke, with a desperate lunge, managed to stop him, killing him in a final, brutal confrontation.
With Schmidt dead, the remaining SS forces surrendered. Pembroke and his team had liberated the facility and freed the enhanced individuals.
The liberated individuals, the Children of the KorpsGeist, were a diverse group. Some were frightened and confused, unsure of what the future held. Others were angry and vengeful, eager to use their powers to fight against the Axis.
Pembroke and Ellie became their leaders, guiding them, training them, and helping them to understand their abilities. They knew that these individuals could be a powerful force for good, a new generation of heroes who could help to defeat the Axis and build a better world.
June 1, 1945 – A New Alliance.
As the war in Europe drew to a close, Pembroke and Ellie began to forge alliances with other resistance groups and Allied forces. They shared their knowledge of the KorpsGeist program and the existence of the enhanced individuals, hoping to convince others of the importance of their cause.
Some were skeptical, dismissing the enhanced individuals as freaks or weapons to be controlled. Others were more open-minded, recognizing their potential and the need for new allies in the fight against the Axis.
General George Patton, the flamboyant and aggressive commander of the U.S. Third Army, was among those who saw the value of the enhanced individuals. He recognized their raw power and their potential to turn the tide of the war.
"These ain't your mama's soldiers," he declared, his voice booming across the room. "But they're on our side, and they can help us kick some Nazi ass!"
Patton provided Pembroke and Ellie with resources and support, allowing them to operate behind enemy lines and gather more information about other KorpsGeist facilities.
They discovered that the program was not limited to Germany. The Axis powers had been conducting similar experiments in other occupied territories, creating enhanced individuals across Europe and Asia.
The scope of the KorpsGeist program was staggering, a testament to the Axis's ambition and ruthlessness. Pembroke and Ellie knew that they faced a daunting task, but they were determined to stop the Axis and liberate all those who had been subjected to their twisted experiments.
June 30, 1945 – The Tide Turns.
As June drew to a close, the war began to shift in favor of the Allies. The Soviet forces captured Berlin, and Hitler committed suicide in his bunker, marking the end of the Third Reich.
In the Pacific, the American forces continued their island-hopping campaign, pushing closer to the Japanese mainland. The Japanese, however, fought with fanatical resistance, their kamikaze pilots and enhanced soldiers inflicting heavy casualties on the Allied forces.
Pembroke, Ellie, and the Children of the KorpsGeist played a crucial role in these final battles. They spearheaded assaults, liberated concentration camps, and fought against the remaining Axis forces with a ferocity that inspired awe and fear.
Their actions helped to turn the tide of the war, demonstrating the power of the human spirit and the potential for a new future.
But even as victory seemed within reach, Pembroke and Ellie knew that the fight was far from over. The legacy of the KorpsGeist lived on, and there were still many others like them waiting to be found.
The world held its breath, waiting for the dawn of a new age, an age that would be forged in the fires of war and tempered by the blood of heroes. The battle for the New World Order was far from over. The Axis may have been defeated, but the KorpsGeist's children were awakening, and their destiny remained to be seen.
Continue in book 4.