While Jack kept a calm demeanor, internally he was freaking out. He expected a lot to be reveled tonight, just not that. The choice, the storm, Juracán, the guilt, the confession... he didn't expect any of it. One of the worst parts about it was that he still did actually, admire Aster. Jack still longed to have a season resolved around life and awaking his season's equal opposite , instead of winter's usual of death and sleep. Aster, after all. Didn't cause trouble where ever he went. Aster, still didn't know about the numbers.
Jack darkly wondered if he would ever be able to tell him. If at all.
Then, the screen began to flicker back to life.
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The Jack in the screen nervously looked around. It was easily one of humanity's darkest times. While most of the mortals were blissfully unaware of it (at least on physical level) dark spirits roamed and devoured on the misery and hate. They were like dark shadows, they were deformed, and mutated. They were twisted and long forgotten of their humanity.
Jack really didn't want to be here. Of course, the 'darkness' already spread across the four corners of the globe. But of course, Jack was needed at the very heart of it all. The very source of the suffering and pain, the chaotic center of the death and unspoken horror.
In other words?
Winter, has come to Germany, 1944. In World War 2.
*Authors note*
Yep. World War Two. Jack was around during that time and no fic's ever talk about it so, why not?
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Chosen Spirits
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