Domination

The End We All Meet

Chapter 12

Gil made no more of his monsters, his workshops shut down and his plans were stowed away with the book and stone. He and Ludwig stayed in Germany, and commanded the world from their own command post.

Everything went well for about a month. Then small mishaps started. Ironclads shot each other or German soldiers. They killed any civilians they happened across without orders. A few human soldiers grew wary of their iron comrades.

Officers started to resent what was once an honor. The ironclads made life harder for them.

Then, wolves started to snap. They torched things they weren't told to. They killed squads of Germans. Gil had to go out to America and subdue an entire pack of wolves that had turned on their handlers.

He blamed it on the fact they were old, he said the machines had malfunctioned due to age and over use. The killings slipped the documents of war, and everything went on.

Ludwig went to Russia to check on a base, where he found zombies in a full out riot. The German soldiers at least knew where to shoot to kill them, but the fight took many human soldiers. Ludwig had to kill all his zombies there to stop the fight.

This bothered both brothers. Any remaining monsters had tags put on them, ones that could track and better control them.

This worked for about another month. Ludwig and Gil relaxed and enjoyed world domination.

Then super humans all over started to go haywire. Gil had to active the collars and started the sound alarm on them to drive the super humans mad, just so they could be dealt with.

His creations had been meant to kill, and with no more war they had lost their purpose. They waited restlessly for a while, but eventually the intelligent machine lost it and had to kill something.

Killing was its purpose, and if it didn't have Allies to kill, it had plenty of Germans to.

The beasts had intelligence, a degree of it, but that seemed to be lost by their main instinct. The urge and power to kill drove Gil's machines. He had made the perfect machine of war.

But alas it was too perfect.

Gil didn't know what to do. The board had grown fed up and shut off funding and commanded nothing more be made. Ludwig didn't even have enough control on his beasts to challenge the men.

Gil started activating chips, killing thousands of ironclads and wolves. It settled things down; but only for a moment.

The human soldiers hated the creations and some even revolted and started full-fledged battles on each other.

South America was liberated from German rule, merely because the beasts and men had run each other to extinction.

This happened again in Africa. Then in Japan. China. England. Russia. Canada and then America.

Hitler and Rommel went berserk and tried raising a new human army to go and reclaim those areas but no man would.

Hitler forced a draft, but there were just no more men, not enough to control the world.

Ludwig was getting hell from every man in the officers circle, and Gil could not do anything about it.

He killed off everything machine left, which wasn't much at this point.

The Reds had somehow gone immune to the chip. The buzzing didn't bother it, the shock didn't either. The chip didn't counter the unholy magic like it should have. Gil had lost his control over his masterpiece, and now the only thing left to do to kill them, was shooting or stabbing that iron plate over its control button.

Even worse, Gil saw his fifty Reds from all over the world were starting to converge. They all came, running across miles of land or swimming miles of ocean. They were coming for Germany and nothing would be standing in their way.

Ludwig and Gil had to clue why, maybe they thought the buzzing was a summons.

Soon all the countries slipped from Nazi control, and while they couldn't seek revenge, they grew pleased to know their own monsters had turned on them.

Revenge worked in many ways.

The creatures hit Germany, though they didn't destroy everything in their path like Gil had anticipated. He thought the Reds would kill all the civilians and soldiers on their way to Munich.

He thought he had more time.

Ludwig had gotten human soldiers, the Waffen SS down in the bunkers. Gil was with him, all together it was a fighting force of 30 men.

When the Reds came flying towards them, the men took careful aim, which was hard. The Reds seemed to be moving at 40mph, at least. Ludwig signaled to fire, and maybe three Reds dropped, lucky shots had hit the iron plate and forced the iron to hit the button, or the bullet ripped through and shattered the circuit.

Gil cocked his rifle and took aim, carefully lining up his own shot on a close by beast. Ludwig had cloaked their scents and clouded the location with the Blutstein, but Gil doubted it would help for long.

Ludwig was busy trying to undo the life giving spell, but that didn't seem to be working either.

Gil shot and dropped his Red and he ducked down to reload the single shot rifle.

Eventually as Gil had predicted, his incredible machines saw through the cloud and came at the bunker, trying to get in or rip it apart. When they shot this close the SS soldiers shot and hit with much greater accuracy. Those who stood too close to the opening learned real fast to stay back. Eight men went down, cut up in pieces by the Reds claws.

Ludwig gave up trying to counter the spell and seized a gun, shooting down a few of the iron beasts. Still, thirty of them tore the bunker up, it took them only five minutes to destroy a shelter meant to withstands days' worth of bombings.

The top caved in and killed ten or so men, and five others were dead from being exposed to the teeth and claws. The seven others plus Ludwig and Gil started to fire again, but even the cool and clam brothers were frantic.

Gil might have made these monsters but he had never thought he'd be combating it. And it was truly something terrifying to fight this hellish creation.

The seven humans died fast, and Ludwig and Gil were pinned in separate corners. Gil dropped his gun and stood wide eyed and frozen. His Red iron monster started at him, like looking into his soul. Then, the beast raised its knife-fingered paw, and swung.

Gil fell to the ground in four pieces.

Ludwig howled in ager and pain, seeing his older brother fall. In rage and slammed his gun into the head of a Red, but that did nothing.

A beast pounced on Ludwig, and bit his head off, and when if jumped off, it cut the blonde up.

Once the brothers had died, the Reds also fell in heaps. The Blutstein lost its master and therefore lost its power.

The war was over. It was a terrible war, and only time would tell what history would read. The victory was to be the Germans, yet war worked in stronger was. The Allies would try to take victory of course.

The Blutstein was gone when scouts found the bodies, and the book was charred.

It was a loss at the present, but maybe a gift for the future.

That so concluded the tale of the Brothers Bielschdmit, who had done the undone. Who had taken Russia, England, the world. Yet they would never go down in history. If they did, it would be as two monsters of the occult.

Ludwig and Gil were buried, and their graves were the same as any other soldiers. They were just men. And they were just as disposable as the soldiers they murdered.

No man is greater than the other, no matter what feat he has done, or what talents he possess, for in death all is the same.

FINALLY DONE!

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