Your crown of thorns

The night whispered death as the soldiers marched through the streets of the city. All windows were closed, and none dared take a glimpse at the show below, it was a celebration, one that would change this world forever. The clash between the worst of men and the absurd of fantasy had come to an end, with the bodies of many decomposing in the open fields of unjust battles. Now the Wehrmacht displayed its bringers of death proudly trough the conquered capital, with the only things breaking the cold monotony of rows of men being the impaled parts of the nobles and Kings that dared to stand in their way.

They had escaped their reckoning by bringing unmeasurable suffering to a virgin world.