"The Half-Blood Arc: Ashes of War - Volume 1"

Part 6



September 19th, 1918, Paris time, 10:58 AM.

Heydrich's gaze locked onto Sikorski, a hint of smugness playing across his face. "I figured I would find you here," he said, his tone dripping with confidence. Sikorlski, almost in a reverent tone, chimed in, "I am quite flattered. Did you come alone just to talk to me? Have I fascinated you that much, or do you hunger for the truth?" The corners of Sapolski's mouth twitched, and his words edged with a curious mixture of ego and intrigue.

A sinister grin etched itself further across Sikorski's face, a disturbing reflection of his sadistic intentions. In response to Sapolski's question, Heydrich's voice dropped in volume but gained an unsettling undercurrent of menace. "This is the end for you. I've ensured that your demise will come at my hands alone, nobody else's." As he spoke, his voice seemed to deepen, resonating with a growing fury that was mirrored in the furious flush that spread across his features. "I've come here to ensure that the job is done right.

Sikorski's face fell with disappointment. "You didn't reply to my earlier question. Have you heard the news? Mother is in town." Heydrich pondered the question briefly. "Yeah, that secret society. I've heard a tad about it, not much though."

Heydrich aimed his gun at Sikorsky, his tone mocking as he responded, "It's nothing more than a cult. They always spring up during war times, especially one of this scale. Just a bunch of fools killing for a made-up God that doesn't exist." Sikorsky burst into a hearty laugh. "You'd be a terrible poker player, you know." Locking eyes, he continued, "You're scared s***less, aren't you? You keep witnessing events that defy explanation, and that rational mind of yours is left completely scared."

Rage began to consume Heydrich, his tone catching Sikorsky off guard. "As someone who was once considered one of the sharpest minds in Bavaria," he growled, "I can personally assure you that there are no fictions, no gods, no monsters. Nothing defies the natural order of things! The only extraordinary existence is mankind itself. No demons, no angels, no monsters—just the cruelty of humanity!"



Sikorsky collected himself and gradually eased into his sadistic nature, a sinister smile playing across his face. "What intrigues me about you," he began, his tone laden with sadistic amusement, "is that I believe you've witnessed men torn apart by machine guns, wolves, and animals." He paused for effect. With mocking condescension, he added, "I bet even a so-called man of science like yourself doesn't have a f****** answer for this."

Sikorsky stepped aside, unveiling a sight that used to be a man, brutally mutilated and torn apart in unimaginable ways. Amid fits of laughter, he retorted, "Don't you agree?" Yet, a hint of embarrassment crept into Sikorsky's expression, and he confessed, "I almost forgot." He then produced a massive tooth from his pocket, proudly catching the light as he said, "I wonder what kind of beast left behind this," displaying a tooth larger than his hand.

Heydrich's stomach churned, and he vomited onto the floor. Sikorsky exclaimed, "Damn, man, give me a warning!" in utter disgust. Taking a moment to recover, Heydrich wiped his mouth. Sikorsky offered a somewhat bizarre comfort, saying, "It's all going to make sense, just the situation soaks in. We're all heading towards death here, anyway." He extended a reassuring hand to Heydrich. In a concerned tone, Sikorsky added, "You're doing fine, buddy."

Heydrich declined the offered hand and focused on the tooth. "If you could hand over that tooth," he requested. Sikorsky replied, his voice tinged with surprise, "Well, that's the nicest thing someone pointing a gun at me has ever done. Here you go, pal." He handed over the tooth, which looked like it belonged to Jaws itself.