I didn’t have any holiday-themed posts in mind so instead, here’s some more Mercurius, accompanied by the lovely Marie, one of the main heroines. These are basically the first and last scenes from the side story “Wehrwolf”, unlocked after reading certain chapters of the common route. There’s also gonna be a rather terrifying speech by Samiel, which I included because the final scene with Reinhard refers back to it. In any case, this is most likely going to be the last update for the year, so with that said, I wish all of you happy holidays. See you in 2014!
Scene #1 — Samiel
Comrades in arms – attention! Our almighty Lord Commander and his second-in-command charge you with the following assignment of utmost secrecy and importance:
In accordance with the demise of His Excellency the Fuhrer, we shall proceed to carry out our funeral rites. Our great Imperial capital must see the birth of Swastikas by your efforts — its offering shall be paid in your brethren’s blood!
The Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. The Brandenburg Gate. The Reichstag. The Brelin Cathedral. The Charlottenburg Palace. The Victory Column. The Bauhaus. The Pergamon Museum.
These eight must fall tonight — I care not in which order. Wield your Ahnenerbe and leave not a trace behind. However, the complete and utter annihilation of those wretched untermensch is strictly forbidden.
Let their hearts taste true fear; make them remember the folly of taking up arms against our great nation and our valiant people as you allow them to savor their bitter victory!
Make them remember the Swastika as a symbol of terror — have their children and grandchildren whisper of the havoc we unleashed as a nightmare never forgotten!
I repeat — this is a direct order from the Lord Commander and his second-in-command. Those who fail to carry out their sworn duty shall be recognized as enemies of our nation and face execution as traitors! Engrave those words upon your souls, should you desire the lasting favor of our Lord and Master!
Suffer defeat tonight, and let the filthy schweine believe they had won!
For that very reason, you must slaughter your fellow comrades. You may kill a million of our foes and it shall still not be enough, for it is quality, not quantity, that matters most. Your dearest kinsmen and loved ones will serve as the sweetest of sacrifices. Lives not easily forfeit shall, in turn, mature into the most valuable of offerings.
So massacre them all. Embrace your love and spill their blood. Kill the men, kill the women, kill the children and the aged, the cattle and the camel, the dogs and the ass – leave none alive. Let their vitae be the offering on the sacrifical altar as the capital itself burns.
So falter not; stand firm and resolute. For we are bound not by evil, shackled not by sin — free from chains, above taboo. Our Lord and Master has guided us to this battlefield, and we, as his loyal followers, live only to carry out his will with steel in hand!
Discard your fears; strip yourself of doubt. For we are the Knights Templar — the Legion of the Beast.
God permits all, and so shall I. Our Master permits all!
I swear by the name Eleonore Von Wittenburg: Number IX of the Black Round Table and proud member of the Longinus Thirteen: the Knights Templar of the Holy Lance. I ask of you — what is our honor?
What is our utmost desire?
Victory for our nation!
You must endure this momentary defeat — its shame, its indignation. For it shall all be as nourishment to our Lord.
My dearest brothers and comrades — peerless warriors across all the realm; you, who named the entire world your foe. Let us journey to our eternal battlefield. Honor and glory await us at its summit!
The Day of Wrath shall signal His coming, with heaven and earth in ashes ending — as David and Sibyl have once foretold.
We are the fangs and claws of the Beast — heralds of the apocalypse. So revel in madness; embrace chaos — tonight, the curtains rise on our crimson feast. This is only the beginning! Sieg Heil!
Scene #2 — Mercurius / Marie
Mercurius: Everything is progressing as expected, without delay or hindrance. All is well. Can you hear me, dear Marguerite? I pray you are not a slave to tedium. How do you like the opera I have conjured? Did its melody reach your heart? Trifle as it may be, I faced no small hardships and sacrificed no little amount of time to bring it to fruition. Nothing would fill me with greater joy than to hear you enjoy it. Have you taken a liking to “him”?
The young girl turned to shift her gaze towards me, her golden locks -befitting the ever-unchanging shore- dancing in the perpetual twilight; her scar unfading still; her words pregnant only with hex. Fated to remain forlorn – doomed to never be loved. A heretic through and through – a young beauty of pure discrepancy, isolated from the world, dwarfing even my shadow.
As such… I find her irresistible.
Marie: Do you mean the young man who visits this place time and again?
Mercurius: Aye, he is my successor, and a gift to adorn your lovely neck; no way comparable in value to the one I had once gifted to her Ladyship the Queen. For the two of you were born only to meet each other — as fated lovers, if you will.
Marie: You speak in riddles, Cagliostro. Do you believe a man could truly love me?
Mercurius: Well now. Doubtless you mean to ask if there exists any man who would not swiftly meet his end under your blade? If so, the answer should be clear and evident. “He” experiences it in this realm on a daily basis, does he not? To become your other half, to make you complete, am I correct? Not even I would escape such a venture unschathed. How painful, how lonely… and how tedious it must have been — to be without sin, yet have your birth be the mainspring of a fate etched in stone.
How foolish… and how truly wretched of a an existence it is, to have the reins of your destiny held not by your own hands, but merely be set in stone ahead of time. What point is there to such a life?
You see, Marguerite… I long to destroy that very cycle.
Marie: You wish to sever… fate itself?
Mercurius: Aye. I want to be rid of this perpetual farce; this endlessly repeating curse that is the already known.
Mercurius: No matter what I behold, what I hear, what I taste and smell and do and feel… even as I become the alpha and the omega, ’tis all tedium still, gnawing at my heart and soul till nothing is left but weariness. Even our present exchange — all its inflections, all its nuances, from its outset to the final breath uttered — I have all experienced before.
Marie: Is that really a thing to lament, though…?
I may not know the details… but I really do enjoy talking to you like this. To have it repeated time and again would only make me all the happier. Don’t you see it that way, Cagliostro?
Mercurius: Ah, but I’m afraid my heart is not so noble; never would it be aflutter at the coming of the already known. In fact, it firmly rejects it. Which is precisely why the two of you are very much needed – by all means, become the honored guests at the front row of my opera.
Marie: What is it you want me to do…?
Mercurius: I wish for you to stand firm under the banners of my dearest friend and guide his followers to the plains of Valhalla…
…you, bearing your curse, while “he”, his heart — wielding a blade forged to sever all.
Enact a Holocaust, blow the trumpets of Ragnarok — that Day of Wrath, destroyer of this Ghetto.
‘Tis all my heart desires. Do you not wish to meet him?
Marie: I’m not sure… will meeting him bring me joy?
Mercurius: Aye, it will. I swear it upon my name, Alessandro di Cagliostro, as well as every fiber in my being.
Marie: I see. In that case…
Mercurius: Ah, gift me with a song, fair lady. Make it a tune of bittersweet beauty; a melody longing for one’s most cherished. Our first act should be crowned with a tale of love blighted. Would you not agree?
Mercurius: Well then…
Let the curtains rise on the night’s Grand Guignol.
My one and only Zarathustra… the time has come for you to take the stage.
Act as my agent and carry out that which needs be accomplished.
Cast our Longinus Thirteen under your blood-stained guillotine.
Reinhard: Karl, my sworn friend. So in the end, such is the hand you have decided to play. Amusing. A path already drowned in crimson shall inevitably be the stage of bloodshed. ‘Tis the true hallmark of our long-standing friendship — with you, who dared name the universe his foe; herald of the apocalypse. So revel in madness; embrace chaos — tonight, the curtains rise on our crimson feast. The realm of Shamballa must see the completion of the Swastikas and pave the way for my second coming. And so, once again, let us orchestrate our greatest ambition — that Day of Wrath, with heaven and earth in ashes ending, as David and Sibyl have once foretold. Sieg Heil Viktoria!
His soul trembles; the Daemon’s Castle awash with cries, with voices raised, longing for battle, borne of endless hellfire.
All longing for that Day of Wrath — that terrible Dies irae, ushering in the downfall of a world ruled by the already known.
Believing it to be a day of victory…
…a new dawn soon to be upon them.