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In the midst of the shadows of the underground, footsteps could be heard echoing around the large, dark hall, illuminated only by the torches of men making their way through into an enormous circular room. Two men carried a body of a soldier. Lifeless and pale, thin, with dark eyes and hair, and a toothbrush moustache on his rugged face.

“We found a vessel, your highness.”

“This weak, ugly fool?” the general spat.

“He was a German soldier, sir. We didn’t get the chance to choose, two unknown hooded figures killed half of our men and we had to get away.”

“No matter,” the loud, yet calm female voice interjected. “He’ll have to do. Looks don’t matter when it comes to immortality.”

The German soldiers dropped the dead body into the middle of the circle. It was an elaborate design, perfectly measured and precise, 2 lines running through the middle of it and squaring off to make the sign of the Swastika.

“A symbol of peace?” The mysterious woman said, amusement in her commanding tone. “More like, a symbol of destruction!”

The soldiers quickly moved away, as a petite hand arose from the shadows. As soon as it fell forward, machinery began to work. The gears churned, and long, brilliant white beams of light cross-sectioned into the circle, surrounding the corpse of what once was a man. The technology was so advanced, that the soldiers couldn’t help but gaze in awe, speechless to what was taking place right in front of their eyes.

“Now,” the female ordered, and in unison, every man to occupy the underground began to chant. “May the powers of god, that be, return the soul energy from the divine gates of heaven, and bless the remains of man that lays before us.”

Those around the mysterious circle knelt down to touch the edges, whilst continuing their chant.

Soon enough, the once lifeless corpse began to twitch. First the fingers, then the arms. The soldiers were stone-faced, concentrated. They kept on chanting without pause.

“May the powers of god, that be, return the soul energy from the divine gates of heaven, and bless the remains of man that lays before us.”

Life flooded through the meat-bag before them. It convulsed and twitched erratically before entirely collapsing into stillness.

The chanting stopped, and the beams were switched off. “Well, did it work?” the general stepped up, and what followed was silence. Just at that moment, the dark, shallow eyes of the dead soldier grew wide open.

“I shall name you... Adolf Hitler.”