Ok new story, hot nazi German bros.

First off. Black magic, is not stuff I'm into, nor is it stuff I care to actually research. It's creepy. The Nazis were into it, that's ah. it's here. My info might be wrong. If you know stuff about it feel free to tell me for future reference.

I am not a witch. Inspiration came from Wolfenstein, if you seem similarities, that's why.

That said, please enjoy!

Chapter 1

The night was dark and chilling. Smoke of the soldiers camp fires, and the guns that had fired all day hung in the air, choking out the light of the stars and moon. The reek of blood and lead was everywhere.

A tall blonde man walked beside a smaller albino. They were dressed the same, black boots, pants, jackets and hats. Both had silver ropes from chest to left shoulder. Medals on the right side, ties that were black, over a white shirt. Iron crosses in open sight, on their pockets and ties. Everyone snapped to attention as they strode past. The two walked on without saying anything, heading out of camp, to a waiting truck. It had gray paint, then a painted Iron cross on both doors. The truck bed was the same color, with wood high up the sides. Three men stood around it, they two snapped to attention.

"Generals Bielschdmit! The time is right. Operation Blutstein[1] may commence." One of the men said.

Ludwig nodded "Good. Hurry up."

The man scrambled away quickly, jumping into the driver's seat. Another Nazi officers nodded to them both, and walked to the passenger side.

Gil smirked, he saw the final man looked quite worried. "So…you have your commanding officers, stuck into the back of a truck, like privates?"

Ludwig got into the truck, sitting on the bench, lighting a cigarette. "Yes…how…wise of you, to overlook that small detail."

The man trembled, stammering, unable to coherently speak, fearing for his life. Gil jumped into the back of the truck and sat across from his brother. The man crawled up and shut the tailgate. The driver slowly began to move, driving the truck away from camp and out into the woods.

Both generals were silent, making the other man even more uncomfortable. They drove deep into the woods, out into a small clearing. A small fight seemed to have taken place there. 7 dead French soldiers, and 17 dead German ones.

Gil scowled and jumped from the truck "This is the last battle we lose."

Ludwig followed behind him, nodding in agreement. The three men hurriedly rushed around, digging a small little pit. The Nazi officer drew his knife, and began to drag the dead Germans towards the pit. He slit the neck, and watched more blood begin to pour into it. It was not much, as the man had died from a gunshot wound to the chest.

"Why use the Germans?" Gil asked, hands behind his back, observing.

The driver answered "Because they died defending the Third Reich. Loyal blood, rich Nazi blood. They are dead, they would hate those who stole their life. Even in death, they serve you."

Gil nodded, pleased with the answer. Ludwig watched with a stoic face as the rest of the Germans were cut and bled into the pit, which was beginning to fill, the ground couldn't absorb anymore.

The Nazi officer walked over, and drew a small pouch from his pocket. Ludwig took it, and opened it. A black stone fell into his hand. It was smooth, like any river rock. But it had intricate carvings.

"The stone took us three years to find, but we dug it up, it was in a box, along with the book, that with help with this ritual. It was in Russia, but the box had French lettering."

Gil nodded "Napoleon. His Grand Army marched into Russia. This must have failed the cocky little man, for he did loose."

The man nodded "So this…once is bathed in blood, will allow you to control…things once impossible."

Ludwig grinned darkly, and handed the stone to Gil. He felt it, and studied it, before giving it to the driver, who held the book.

The driver handed the book off to the Nazi officer, who began to read it, by light of the trucks headlights. The drover kneeled, and carefully set the stone into the blood pool. The other man shook in the shadows, seeming to have no purpose.

The two brothers watched as nothing happened. The officer was reading in a tongue neither understood. Soon enough, shadow like smoke began to rise from the blood. 17 German ghost soldiers stood at attention, before blowing away in the wind.

The driver spoke quietly to Gil and Ludwig "The soldiers have pledged allegiance; this is the only time you need them to. Now that they have, their very souls disappear. They become part of the stone, and your power."

Ludwig watched the blood draining from the pit, being taken into the stone. The officer finished reading, and Gil picked up the stone. In the carvings, blood sat, filling it, and flowing, but not falling out.

Ludwig took it, and put it into his pocket. "You." He said, pointing at the officer "Report this to Berlin."

He nodded, saluted, and left, on foot.

Gil looked to the driver. "Now, what can we do with this?"

"You can make machines, blood of steam, skin of steel. They will act as any soldier, put them with humans. They don't eat, or tire, or complain."

Ludwig spoke "But they die?"

He nodded "Like any soldier. Too much 'blood' loss, or shot to vital areas. The Allies, wouldn't notice the different between them and normal men at a distance."

"Is that all?" Gil asked, eyes narrowed.

"No! The men, they hate carrying the flamethrowers correct?"

"It takes two men, one for extra fuel, the other for the hose, and yes they hate it. I do too…way to slow."

"Create a machine for it instead. They are only killed when the fuel tank is shot. Whatever you can think, can be made. In varying levels of strength as well."

"This isn't dark magic. It is machines, I can build machines."

The driver looked scared at his tone "T-There is more! You could bring an entire battalion back from the dead! Even stronger than before."

"Demonstrate/" Ludwig challenged.

The driver drew his gun, and shot the trembling man, head shot. Then, taking the book, he beckoned the Ludwig.

Ludwig held the stone and looked. The man pointed to a word in the ancient language, and spoke it. Ludwig repeated it.

The man leapt to his feet. His face was back, but a blue fire burned in his eyes, and from parts of his body not covered by uniform. His skin glowed faintly of the blue fire, and it hung around him. He opened his mouth and bellowed, setting the trees behind them on fire. His teeth had become fangs, and tongue serpent like.

He had claws for finger nails, and when the driver instructed, he swiped at a tree, taking a three inch gouge out of it. Then he was instructed to bite, and he bit the tree, taking at least seven inches out.

The driver shot at him, and it had no effect. Only when shot in the heart, did it fall to the ground, normal, just like before.

Gil and Ludwig stood there, eyes wide, but silent.

"That…is the extent, of what I know." The driver quietly spoke.

Gil took the book from him, and Ludwig but the stone away, drawing his Luger, and killing him.

Gil whistled "He knew a bit too much about this."

Ludwig nodded, and walked to the truck, on the driver's side. "We should head to Munich, the scientist will have a field day with this.

"How are we to build this?" Gil asked, as Ludwig drove.

"I thought about it. You. You will build them, stick them in crates or trucks like normal soldiers, and sent them on their way, to me, on the lines. Then I will report to you the effects. You build the weapons, I direct them. And together, we will make the world fear the Third Reich. We will make the world fear the Bielschdmit brothers."

Gil smiled sickly and sat back. This would be a fun war.

[1] Blut-blood Stein-stone. Not a real word.

So thoughts on the first chapter of Domination? Good, bad, weird?