The Crimson Voyage

"Mighty night Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Alexander Molokovics reporting from a Russian radio tower in Moskov. I would like to announce something.. something that is important. We lost it. We lost the war. Today our troops faced with a horrondious attack by demons. Literal demons.. I can't even descibe the sight well but they took up form of animals and they cruelly lunged at us.. breaking our bones to cracked pieces, eating our flesh from the bones and skulls to consume the souls of the innocent. We are the last to alive as we try to hold on but there is not much hope left for us. I call out for America! Please send us immediate aid! For the sake of God! Freedom, please help Russia!"

The signal goes off, hars silence hits the cabin room, and only the vawes of the ocean can be heard. The tension was touchable in the air, as two shadow like figures sits at a large table, facing their backs to the foggy window.
" Seems like our glorious war is finaly over." Stated the taller figure. "The Führer would be so proud at this point." The figure stood up, taking some steps to face the small window. His face glows under the moonlight as he lights a cigar. Devilish markings on his skin start to burn bright red as his smile grow bigger and bigger at the thought of victory.
The other man though, seemingly bothered stays in silence.
"My mute fellow.." says the standing figure while looks down to his supposed mate. "It is time to start the last arch of our well planed story, and earn our glorious entrance to Valhalla!" The man's facial expression grew chaoticly morbid smile clinged on his face.
While the other one, seemingly scared,stood up from his chair. Slovely backing to the large door behind them, in the feel of need to escape.
The smiling figure noticed his quick attemt to escape, giving him a death glare.
"Stay tuned my fellow... the stage is set and show is about to start. But as when the curtains closing for the last.. we will celebrate great victory!"