Notoriously Nefarious- The Rise of a Neu Reich

by Sergio Black

  “Don’t tell him a thing! That’s an ord-” The words of No.1 never come to fruition. Nefarious raises his left hand and telekinetically lifts No.1 from the Vegas concrete and floats him forward a few inches, letting him levitate in place. He calls the Reaper Scythe from his back and spins it with masterful execution, decapitating the boisterous leader with one legit swing. The squared head of No.1 rolls through the sand, his yellow and white multi-colored soul slithers out of his body and snakes into Nefarious. Nefarious crushes the headless body of No.1 and flings it next to his dying comrades for dramatic effect, the butchered vessel rolls through the sand with subtle thuds, soaking the desert in massive puddles of crimson red. Nefarious can feel the soul enter his body, prickling and scratching its way down his throat before the build-up of pressure begins, he feels as if his chest will detonate from expansion. Nefarious holds his sternum as the painful transversion begins yet again.

  “This soul is quite an addition... I’m sure you don’t wanna share his fate,” Nefarious says raspingly. No.3, who rolls her head to the side, her preceded ambition breaks at the sight of their dead, mangled leader. The short blonde hair matted to her beautiful face and high cheekbones is a product of salty tears coupled with wet blood, resulting in a sticky adhesive like duct tape.

  “Waco! The Mad Doctor is in Waco, Neu Texas! There is a prison there which doubles as a dissection lab!” No.2 fights the aching pain and turns his head toward No.3 with dismay.

  “You took an oath, you traitor! I hope he kills you with the rest of us!” Nefarious gazes upon the pitiful group of Superiors and is enraged at their use of the word traitor.

  “Most of you will be dead when I start World War Me. The war I alone will wage to Holocaust humanity, this is the only way to implement true peace. With this weapon I can be unstoppable; a thousand innocent souls were sacrificed to forge this deadly Instrument. The iron in their blood accounts for 90% of this weapon’s metallic alloy,” Nefarious says coolly, as he admires the Reaper Scythe. Nefarious swings the impeccable weapon over his broad, strong shoulders, holstering it on his back.

  Nefarious looks down on No.3, debating on whether to let her live. He struggles with his own morality, for he hates to not live by his creed. Nefarious telekinetically lifts No.3, who pleads with weak protest. Nefarious pulls her forward as she flies through the air, wrapping his fingers around her throat. He knows he could crush her trachea with very little effort, and he is tempted to. She kicks and flails before falling into catalepsy as he drops her at his boots. “As for the rest of you, you’re all guilty.” Nefarious keeps his right hand at eye level and snaps his fingers. The remaining members of the Einsatzkommando seizure and suffocate as death grips them with the desolate hand of eternity.

  The flailing stops, their faces turn pale blue, their bodies begin to shrivel up like old raisins in the Vegas street. Nefarious’ rays spin and he closes both eyes focusing his energy, then opens them. “DISAPPEAR” Nefarious fissures a wormhole, teleporting himself and No.3 to the sandy desert where No.3 lies gnarled, like an aborted fetus. Closing both eyes, Nefarious depicts in his mind a menacing 20-foot raven. “REBIRTH” The earth trembles, then fractures and from below, a fearsome Raven with Six Eyes flies out of the black pits of Mictlan and soars upward, before descending to the sandy ground. Once landed, Nefarious leaps upon the Raven’s back and pictures No.3 slung over the Raven like a sack of potatoes. “DISSIPATE” No.3 slowly disappears like weed vapor, then reemerges draped over the back of the Raven. The large black devil flutters its wings and lets out a fierce battle cry, then launches off the ground with untethered speed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  WELCOME TO WACO

  The massive N.S.W.P. Research Prison located on the outskirts of Waco, Texas detains hundreds of mentally challenged Superiors. “Dr. Rush, you are needed for an operation in room B-12!” the loud PA announces. Andrew Rush is scrawny, thin and wiry, standing at just 5ft 5in, somewhere in the ballpark of 140 pounds. He is below average looking with a well-defined beaked nose, black hair and a pronounced widow’s peak that parts his hairline, giving him a sinister gross look. Even though Andrew is a famous doctor, he is known predominantly for his weird theories, erratic behavior, and not so subtle choice of clothing, always wearing a tailored black peacock suit and brown Oxfords, resembling an 18th century English lobotomist. The Mad Doctor was never an athletic specimen by any means. Learning early on in life, the way to win was to play to your strengths, Andrew relied on his cunning abilities and superior intellect.

  As a child, Andrew would dress up in his mom’s clothes, then fantasize about having powers and found himself imitating the infamous rebel leader, Killian Grayeson Killstar. The Mad Doctor dreamed of having Superior powers and thought he would one day take his rightful place among the Superiors as the strongest. In Andrew’s mind, one way or another, he always got what he wanted… despite his abusive home life growing up in Detroit, Michigan, one of the worst crime-ridden cities in the United States. Andrew made 8 Mile his home. As he got older, he was constantly mocked by women for his funny looks and lack of height but most of all, he was ridiculed for his pronounced lazy eye, that would go crazy when he got alarmed or plotted an evil idea. One winter evening at the Nazi Hawkins Dance, he went berserk and strangled a woman who was of Aryan descent. She had thoroughly humiliated him in front of all his peers, something deep inside him had finally snapped, that fateful night he had written all women off as whores, destitutes and money leeches. Andrew went in front of the courts and was given a rare opportunity to absolve himself of a cardinal sin. It was deemed by multiple DNA analysts that he was in fact 100% Aryan and his loss would be of great sorrow to the Neu Empire. He was given a plea bargain offered by the High Heretic to either take the dark vow and pledge himself to Hitler’s allegiance or be executed as a traitor after taking the Walk of Shame. Andrew accepted the plea and later reconnected with some former gang affiliates, going on to make millions for some of the world’s most feared White Supremacists.

  Andrew gained notoriety among the Aryan Brotherhood, Nazi Lowriders, and other notorious underground street enterprises. He became known as the Money Man, receiving constant praise for his cunning mind and money laundering skills. Despite the hard life, Andrew grew up to be an exceptional scholar. He joined the SS at the ripe age of 18. Andrew took back to back majors, earning a Master's in Ancient Superior History and Superior Dissection, finishing at the apex of his schoolings with straight honors, seeming to have an unquenchable fascination with evolution and his personal projects. But like scientists before him who have tried to force evolution through their vile experiments, Andrew’s work got a shade darker than dark, believing the occasional loss of life a necessity for what he was trying to achieve and for the advancement of the greater good.

  Andrew’s work progressed from questionable to downright wretched, as he worked his way up from the bottom to the top. Andrew made many friends among high ranking NAZIs and paid for much bias, both politically and militarily. One cold winter night, Andrew found a folded note underneath the windshield wiper of his beat up, 2002 cherry red REICH-STAGG Demon Speedster that read: The Devil Has His Due. At the centerfold of the paper was a black calling card: “Let’s Make A Deal.” Shortly afterward, Andrew landed federal grants, using his currency made as the Money Man, with the blessing of the NAZIs, he started the private Empire known as the Neu Superior Weaponization Program, or better known to the world as the N.S.W.P. This project started off researching the psyche of Superiors and the origin of their gifts. As time went forward, things took a turn for the worse, leading to countless botched extractions of Superior souls and absolute death to anyone foolish enough to be on the receiving end of them. Andrew is a genocidal mass murderer with thousands of failed attempts to weaponize human soldiers. Andrew’s crowning achievement was when he had the distinct honor of capturing and dissecting the all-powerful Killian Grayeson Killstar, with the significance of sending his synthesized blood to the Fuhrer, their ult
imate resolutions being the eventual mass production of a permanent Ascension drug. The Mad Doctor had hoped Killian Grayeson Killstar would be the key they needed to unlock the secrets of Superiority that would take his research to the next level. Andrew, doing what he did best, connived against Killian and blackmailed the power bringer with the looming possibility of torturing his kid, forcing Killian to reveal to him the existence of a Superior who was said to be stronger than both God and Devil who literally controlled the inner workings of society, said to be the first unknown Zillionaire to mankind.

  Andrew openly voiced the revelations of his research to the Science community about this particular Superior who Andrew deemed above godly; the one who had terraformed the earth into his personal Kingdom. When word spread of Andrew’s estranged diabolical theories, Reich scientists and colleagues had called him a crackpot. Shortly afterward, Andrew enlisted the aid of an unsavory Superior who was thought to be connected to his Superior of interest. Quietly, they conducted illegal excavations and fought in intense battles across the world, stealing important objects and storing them in his bunker. Andrew hypothesized that the Superior Killian had referenced was responsible for large portions if not all portions of human chaos that spanned timelessness throughout the ages. He believed this Superior had many names and many faces, still confidently believing that he could quite possibly walk among them.

  Andrew found more proof of his existence which further reinforced his ideals. He had come to the conclusion that this Superior was closer to his hand than indicated while working on a private project in Sveti Nikole, Macedonia, just a few miles from the Afghan border. The origins of the Devil’s Wall were never fully known but considered built on myths. The locals told an interesting tale of Lucifer holding a wager with God for domination of Macedonia. Lucifer attempted to build a dam with the end-stage of diverting the Bregalnica River towards the small village of Ovce Pole so as to flood it before first light’s rooster caw. The Lord outsmarted the Devil by waking a rooster in the middle of the night. The town of Ovce Pole was saved from the flood and Lucifer was forced to vacate Macedonia altogether. The Wall still stands after centuries of scientific scrutiny on rough terrain, half-finished and is notorious for being one of only a few gateways to Hell.

  Andrew was intrigued and led to the Devil’s Wall by local guides, carefully studied every nook and cranny of the Wall’s mysterious engravings before finding a very obscure, hinged rock that turned outward like in classic spy movies. When he moved the rock, the ground shook and the Wall slid apart, revealing a decrepit downward staircase that tunneled deep beneath the Macedonian city. Here, Andrew discovered a large, booby-trapped room that had slaughtered an entire Einsatzkommando unit. Under the overflowing pandemonium, he stole the hieroglyphic tablets and flew them from Macedonia back to his lab in Waco, Neu Texas. There, Andrew pieced together the past like a jigsaw puzzle with the help of a four-man team dubbed the Einsteinz, whom he later had assassinated and burned in their homes in order to cover up the evidence of his discovery.

  The mind-boggling tale tells of a series of major events in history that would have been lost to the pestilence of time had Andrew not discovered the glyphs starting from the era of 800 BC, stretching back to 3500 BC, the time of the world’s first documented civilizations spanning from Macedonia to Athens and Sparta. Andrew had been told that the glyphs tell a legend of All Heaven and All Hell, literally being overthrown and seized by a mortal man with no Superior prowess, said to be the first and last human to ever frequent either Heaven or Hell...

  ThE pHaNtOm WItH nO NaMe bUt MaNy had used black magic to open a portal through the Devil’s Wall, then trekked underneath the city of Macedonia and into Hell’s underworld. ThE pHaNtOm WiTh nO NaMe bUt MaNy was surprised when he was met with wrath by every Devil and Pagan from all lore and mythologies, but their ruler was none other than the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar the Mightiest of all the All Devils. ThE pHaNtOm WiTh nO NaMe bUt MaNy used his silver tongue and appealed to Lucifer’s ego, presenting himself falsely as the Devil’s Servitor, he bowed upon meeting Lucifer’s intimidating gaze and unveiled a plan that appealed to the taste of the one-eyed, Silver King. Lucifer acknowledged the Servitor’s bravery and gumption and struck a deal signed in blood with the Servitor who walked away with over-boiled excitement, knowing he had just conned the Silver crowned King into signing his own death warrant. The Servitor returned to earth and set about claiming the bodies of two thousand innocents who would be sacrificed for the sole reason of forging two unrivaled weapons. In return for services rendered, the King of Babylon, against his council’s advice, gave the Servitor one pint of his Almighty blood and granted him immortality, so he could continue to do his bidding on the surface world, going where he couldn’t because of the Sealing Pentagram placed on his body by his estranged brother, Michael the Archangel. At the end of Morning Star’s Rebellion, Michael stabbed Lucifer through the chest with his flaming sword, placing a foot on the conquered rebel leader, he pinned him to the bricked valley and shoved his fingers in his eye and ripped the Eye of Morning Star from its socket. He then banished the disgraced Angel from Heaven, damning him to Hell for the next millennia.

  The Servitor gathered his Acolytes at their Occult Temple of Worship and used his silver tongue to paint a pretty picture which ended with him and his murderous friends ruling everything side by side as equals. These friends thoroughly convinced, bowed and pledged themselves to eternal devoutness and sung praises to their new God, inaugurating a new congregation that christened their following the Order of the Eye. Together they carried out their plans, abducting slave masters, corrupt politicians and all those deemed unrightful and unworthy.

  His friends worshipped him with the corrupted faith he needed and consumed the Devil’s blood through sacrificial ceremonies. He stood Reborn from a crimson pond of Darkness, stood with the power to wield Lucifer’s Magic, becoming the world’s first in the flesh Devil. Not only did the Servitor walk the earth in human form, but he was also able to do so on holy grounds; gaining a special type of immunity to Holy divinity, he eventually gained the Devil’s full power.

  As time passed, the Servitor’s power rivaled the One-eyed King. Confident in his growing abilities, he sent out his unwavering devotees to sow discord and topple the world’s monarchies, then place themselves at the top of the Land’s Ruling Crowns. They abducted an assortment of two thousand men, women and children, then shackled them together like chain gang prisoners and transported them back to Macedonia, where they were marched through the Devil’s Wall and into Hell’s decrepit wasteland. They were forcibly martyred on the Devil’s holiday of December 31st (New Age of Enlightenment), and their sacred souls extracted by way of Devil’s Magic, then forcibly pumped into Sinatonium moldings. The Four Horsemen carried the Twin Castings deeper into Hell and by the pressure of heat and brimstone forged the Weapons in Hell’s furnace. The Servitor bided his time, waiting until a moment of perfect opportunity, he stole the Twin Scythes and killed most of the other Devils, before he decapitated Lucifer with little resistance. The Servitor stood over his lifeless body, picked it up and tossed it into Hell’s purple flames. Taking his lifeless head, he gave his fallen God a kiss on the lips, then thrust his fingers into his right eye and ripped the Eye of Morningstar from Lucifer’s socket and implanted it in his own. The Anti-God tossed Lucifer’s head in the air and punted it like a football, letting out a deafening sing-song cry of victory. Ohhh Yeeaahh! Yeeaahh! With the newly crowned Instrument, he controlled Hell’s Devils, demons, and other untold powers. The self-crowned Anti-God used the power of the Twin Scythes to complete his plan for the upheaval of All Heaven.

  Traveling through the celestial plain, the Anti-God took an army of Hell’s Pagans that stood a million strong outside the Jeweled Gates, using the might of the Twin Scythes he sliced the doors down. Leading his army through the Holy Valley, he murdered many Gods and attempted to take possession of all Fate’s Instruments, but to no avail. Many Gods va
cated their instruments and sent them to earth rather than let the new Anti-God rule over fate. With the help of his minions, the Anti-God slaughtered Michael and took Lucifer’s former left eye. In the end, he fought the Christian God and his single personal guard, Amenadiel, in a fearsome war that set white fire and lightning to the skies for 6 years, 6 months and 6 days (hence the term 666). Towards the end, Amenadiel was overwhelmed by Hell’s horde and Anti-God decapitated Amenadiel with one swing of the Twin Scythes. Then commandeer Amenadiel warded armor which made him impervious to the wrath of God’s might. Anti-God fought the Holy Spirit in a hellacious battle that exhausted his power. The Almighty Father fell to his knees and watched as Heaven burned to the ground, his stamina depleted, the Anti-God cut off God’s right hand, then replaced it for his own, gaining rule over the remainder of Heaven’s residents and the Creations. The Anti-God finished the insurgency by cutting the Lord in half, which allowed him to use Devil’s Magic to destroy what remained of All Heaven. Anti-God left the once prosperous paradise a fragmented wasteland of shattered agony.

  The downfall of the Pearly Gates was the end of All Heaven and on that day, the Servitor raised his right hand to the skies and forced God’s residents to vacate the Promised land in the form of stars cratering the earth with 1000s of explosions. The fallen crept from gutless pits and bent their knee to the Anti-God, embracing him as their new Father. They vowed allegiance and forsook Holy communion, Heaven’s fallen becoming his Army of the Faceless. That day, the sun was no more but became blotted out by the Blood Moon and black thunder clouds rolled forward to become one, which stretched from one end of the earth to the other and morphed into the Anti-God’s personal insignia (A crowned skull with angel wings emitting from the sides). Darkness fell over the land without a shimmer of hope while black bolts of lightning ripped the skies, striking down any holy monuments or temples attributed to other Gods. On Oct 31st, the ashes of many Gods rained from the former Land of Eden day and night. The Devil God rejoiced in the downpour of Holy fragments and the following year on the exact date, he threw a Black Gala for his subservients, making the rich and powerful his serfs. Peasants, slaves and other lowly poor subjects bent their knee and he bestowed on them Superhuman gifts that stripped their identities, making them allure to his command. They were no longer human but now rose as new Legionnaires to his Army of Faceless.