Obersturmbannf?hrer
Post by Wulf vom Fernenfeld on Aug 15, 2010 20:37:18 GMT -5
It was almost dawn when Wulf prepared the final props for the ritual. More than fifty candles stood on the stone altar, spread between the other items. The unmistakable shells of flak guns, mortars, and machine guns littered the top of the altar. A grenade also lay among the munitions, a reminder of man’s ability to do more damage than with bullets. A k98 was also laid across the altar which was more than three meters across. In the middle of the altar was carved the eternal symbol of German purity, the swastika. A silver goblet, filled with blood, stood at the edge with bowls of multi-colored powders and herbs. An edelweiss was lying at the foot of the goblet.
Wulf stood in front of the goblet, wearing his best dress uniform. His boots were polished and his buttons shined enough to blind generals. His blond hair was swept back and his piercing blue eyes were centered on his work before him. He knew the ritual from back to front and every other direction and he didn’t need to recall any of it as he placed his hand on his dagger’s hilt. He thought of all the other births he had celebrated, but had never celebrated one such as this. However, he would not take the chance of displeasing the gods. The gods stood over Germany , protecting the Fatherland, and only respect was due for such protection.
The altar stood on the top of a hill in Austria. Looking down upon Salzburg, the hill was high enough to glimpse Switzerland. Perhaps, one day, the German brothers of that hallowed land would also once more find their home in Germany. The wind was for once soft, an uncanny expectation. The green grass was but a bluish-gold from the sky and candles that illuminated it. No-one disturbed this holy place, no-one knew of it, but the most important members of the upper-echelon in the Wehrmacht. No, this place was a place of worship, of grievance, strength, and protection. Most importantly, it was a place of sacrifice; personal sacrifice, forced sacrifice, blood sacrifice, sexual sacrifice, environmental and physical sacrifices. One could not stand on this hill without feeling the deep connection with the gods and the nature about them.
The others were to be there in only a few moments. Wulf had little time for the last preparation. He looked up to the sky and raised his arms before walking around the altar once. His eyes narrowed as he moved into a trance and kneeled to the grass. He took a single blade from the ground beneath him and swallowed it as he stood up again. By consuming the grass he would become one with the hill. To begin the ceremony, he gave the first prayer. “Lass unser Treffen mit Frieden fort gehen. Lass diese Geburt eines Teufels, diese Geburt des Sonderkommandos S eine Segnung sein. Seien wir die Menschen des Himmels oder der Hölle ist es nicht wichtig. Wir stehen auf für Deutschschaft und das Leben des deutschen Volkes und wir fragen ehrerbietig eure Hilfe, Schutz und Macht auf dem Wege zum Siege über unseren Feinden.” The air went silent and the black was about to disappear, now the others would arrive.
Translations:
“Lass unser Treffen mit Frieden fort gehen. Lass diese Geburt eines Teufels, diese Geburt des Sonderkommandos S eine Segnung sein. Seien wir die Menschen des Himmels oder der Hölle ist es nicht wichtig. Wir stehen auf für Deutschschaft und das Leben des deutschen Volkes und wir fragen ehrerbietig eure Hilfe, Schutz und Macht auf dem Wege zum Siege über unseren Feinden.”
-Let our meeting go forth in peace. May this birth of a Devil, of the Sondermommando S, be a blessing. Be we of Heaven or Hell, it is not important. We stand for the German being and the Life of the German people and we ask honorably for your Help, Protection, and Power on the path to victory over our enemies.
Wulf stood in front of the goblet, wearing his best dress uniform. His boots were polished and his buttons shined enough to blind generals. His blond hair was swept back and his piercing blue eyes were centered on his work before him. He knew the ritual from back to front and every other direction and he didn’t need to recall any of it as he placed his hand on his dagger’s hilt. He thought of all the other births he had celebrated, but had never celebrated one such as this. However, he would not take the chance of displeasing the gods. The gods stood over Germany , protecting the Fatherland, and only respect was due for such protection.
The altar stood on the top of a hill in Austria. Looking down upon Salzburg, the hill was high enough to glimpse Switzerland. Perhaps, one day, the German brothers of that hallowed land would also once more find their home in Germany. The wind was for once soft, an uncanny expectation. The green grass was but a bluish-gold from the sky and candles that illuminated it. No-one disturbed this holy place, no-one knew of it, but the most important members of the upper-echelon in the Wehrmacht. No, this place was a place of worship, of grievance, strength, and protection. Most importantly, it was a place of sacrifice; personal sacrifice, forced sacrifice, blood sacrifice, sexual sacrifice, environmental and physical sacrifices. One could not stand on this hill without feeling the deep connection with the gods and the nature about them.
The others were to be there in only a few moments. Wulf had little time for the last preparation. He looked up to the sky and raised his arms before walking around the altar once. His eyes narrowed as he moved into a trance and kneeled to the grass. He took a single blade from the ground beneath him and swallowed it as he stood up again. By consuming the grass he would become one with the hill. To begin the ceremony, he gave the first prayer. “Lass unser Treffen mit Frieden fort gehen. Lass diese Geburt eines Teufels, diese Geburt des Sonderkommandos S eine Segnung sein. Seien wir die Menschen des Himmels oder der Hölle ist es nicht wichtig. Wir stehen auf für Deutschschaft und das Leben des deutschen Volkes und wir fragen ehrerbietig eure Hilfe, Schutz und Macht auf dem Wege zum Siege über unseren Feinden.” The air went silent and the black was about to disappear, now the others would arrive.
Translations:
“Lass unser Treffen mit Frieden fort gehen. Lass diese Geburt eines Teufels, diese Geburt des Sonderkommandos S eine Segnung sein. Seien wir die Menschen des Himmels oder der Hölle ist es nicht wichtig. Wir stehen auf für Deutschschaft und das Leben des deutschen Volkes und wir fragen ehrerbietig eure Hilfe, Schutz und Macht auf dem Wege zum Siege über unseren Feinden.”
-Let our meeting go forth in peace. May this birth of a Devil, of the Sondermommando S, be a blessing. Be we of Heaven or Hell, it is not important. We stand for the German being and the Life of the German people and we ask honorably for your Help, Protection, and Power on the path to victory over our enemies.
