In Decay
The older man sat alone in a darkened room. He was plain, wearing a plain black robe with nothing adorning it but a white swastika armband. He was the high priest of the once proud Fourth Reich. He styled himself as “Anubis”, though his real name was far more mundane. Some days, he reflected that he wished he had kept it.
That time was far past, however. The many groups that had appeared over the last few months had once been part of his group. No more. Even with dedicated subordinates such as one of the Brothers Oord and the Jackal, his once proud organization was about to fail. He wonders if Hem-Netjer Tepey felt this way as his organization was subsumed.
Not that he cared. It was an idle wonder. In most ways, he didn’t even care that his own carefully built power base was falling apart. He missed the power, or course. Who wouldn’t? However, it was inevitable. He had seen it.
Footsteps sounded toward the one entrance into his chamber. Anyone walking in would have seen a red glow from his eyes as he turned his gaze upon the person entering. It was a trick, special contact lenses, but he took all the tricks he could.
The Jackal walked into the room and prostrated himself in front of his lord. A massive man, he was ten feet tall, and at least half that wide. While that would have been impressive on its own, if not for the jackal’s head that gave him his name. Murky business, that. He was the only so-called ‘dog soldier’ that had been successful. The program was worth the attempt, although not the effort, despite giving Anubis his one truly loyal lieutenant. Loyal, devoted, and utterly convinced that he Anubis made flesh.
“Lord Anubis, Brother Oord had arrived. I have him in his quarters for when you are ready.”
“Thank you, Jackal. You have done well, as usual. Now, if you would, start preparations for the assault on Washington’s people.”
“As you wish, my lord.” The massive man hesitated.
“What is it?”
“My lord, I would never presume to second guess you,” he trailed off, keeping his head bowed.
“But you wonder if committing such resources is wise. I admit it is a gamble, but the rewards far outweigh the risks.”
“Of course my lord. I will see to it immediately. And Brother Oord?”
“He can wait. But not too long. Once your preparations are done, see him here.”
“Very well. Thank you my lord.”
That time was far past, however. The many groups that had appeared over the last few months had once been part of his group. No more. Even with dedicated subordinates such as one of the Brothers Oord and the Jackal, his once proud organization was about to fail. He wonders if Hem-Netjer Tepey felt this way as his organization was subsumed.
Not that he cared. It was an idle wonder. In most ways, he didn’t even care that his own carefully built power base was falling apart. He missed the power, or course. Who wouldn’t? However, it was inevitable. He had seen it.
Footsteps sounded toward the one entrance into his chamber. Anyone walking in would have seen a red glow from his eyes as he turned his gaze upon the person entering. It was a trick, special contact lenses, but he took all the tricks he could.
The Jackal walked into the room and prostrated himself in front of his lord. A massive man, he was ten feet tall, and at least half that wide. While that would have been impressive on its own, if not for the jackal’s head that gave him his name. Murky business, that. He was the only so-called ‘dog soldier’ that had been successful. The program was worth the attempt, although not the effort, despite giving Anubis his one truly loyal lieutenant. Loyal, devoted, and utterly convinced that he Anubis made flesh.
“Lord Anubis, Brother Oord had arrived. I have him in his quarters for when you are ready.”
“Thank you, Jackal. You have done well, as usual. Now, if you would, start preparations for the assault on Washington’s people.”
“As you wish, my lord.” The massive man hesitated.
“What is it?”
“My lord, I would never presume to second guess you,” he trailed off, keeping his head bowed.
“But you wonder if committing such resources is wise. I admit it is a gamble, but the rewards far outweigh the risks.”
“Of course my lord. I will see to it immediately. And Brother Oord?”
“He can wait. But not too long. Once your preparations are done, see him here.”
“Very well. Thank you my lord.”
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