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Tanya the Sage of Evil x Male Reader

SUMMARY: You are an warrior that follow 'God' for many worlds now. Over 40 lives lived he became 'God' angel of death. As many deny 'God', he watch over them as they are rebirthed and lived their lives. One of many that God assemble. His latest, watched, none other than Tanya von Degurchaff, the one that deny God the most.

His reward for watching over this one, his final death.

Now he is working under a captain as Tanya was looking for recruits for the 4th and 5th company of the Rapid Defense Force. Equip from a C36 and an MP40 submachine gun.

WORKING ON IT FROM: September 13, 2019 - June 01, 2020

(This was going to be one of my first stories, but that was before I post Thus They Came for Me and Ainz's Warmaster. The idea was interesting at the time of writing, but it been a long time since I last work on it.

BY the way, the last name was going to be Shadow or Shadow in German to show that he is Shadowing the Major and somehow able to do so through a series of events.

Currently right now is March of 2022. So about nearly 2 years since I last saw this. Boy, what have I done?)

WORD COUNT of the whole PAGE: Is 2203. And that is the Story plus the Summary, quick and easy.

CHAPTER ONE: FOUNDED

It has been 18 years since coming to this new 'world'. The Empire that I was born into is like Pre-Nazi Germany, in the unified year 1927 a world like war is happening.

I currently live in a small orphanage/church with 25 other kids. The nuns barely able to feed everyone as the war rages on. I never once felt anything since coming here. The food taste bitter and more gross that when I was station in Germany.

I join the Army voluntarily and began with officer training. The training was the same. I pass with flying colors that my trainers question that was this was my first.

"First Lieutenant, explain yourself." I always say the same thing. "I am just following orders sir." Soon after finishing training I was to train new soldiers for my new unit of the 212th Mage Battalion. (Pronounce as Two twelfth)

I want to be different, somewhat mysterious and scary but friendly to them. So I wonder through town before training day. The streets were full of people, "Use rations cards here!" Or "All soldiers get discounts here!"

I am sick of this. I walk down the busy street. Nothing caught my eye, till I saw a black mask. It is as like a theater mask, full black with white line coming down the eyes to the chin.

"Soldier." A voice cried. I look up to see a small old lady, with a green hood and a brown cloth clothes.

She spoke to me again in her raspy but wise voice. "You like the mask. It is say that it was made by god himself for a foolish mortal."

I ponder on this motion. Then the noise of the street stop. A familiar voice spoke to me, I hate that voice. "Aren't you living the same life here as there?"

I hate when this 'God' talk to me. "I can do what I want here can't I?" He spoke through the old lady this time.

"I can give you the mask but you must do something for me." I ponder about this proposal. Do a favor for a God and get Something in Return. Maybe? Maybe not?

"As long as one day you will do something for me when I call to you, till then I do what you want and spread your holy name. I must called upon you till then." The God resume time again.