Epilogue

Wulfkorp headquarters, Southern Rhineland, Prussia.

One week later

As the sun was setting over Castle von Wulfcastle, Schroeder in his Wulfkorp uniform with the Order of the Black Eagle around his neck and Helga wearing the beautiful coral blue and white dress from last time with the pearl and seashell necklace around her neck, were watching the sunset together for the first together in a long time.

“I always wondered when I’d get one of these” Schroder indicated to the Order of the Black Eagle around his neck.  “You deserved it and much more” Helga responded with a smile.  “I take it Lord Blackthorn is still unconscious?” Schroeder asked.  “Since the attack on the Blood Knights facility yes, but Dr. Kaminski and Schreiber are still getting a pulse from him, so he’s not dead yet.”  “That’s good, but he’s going still wish he was unconscious when he we put him into interrogation.”

“Oh Heinrich” Helga giggled.  They both leaned into together and kiss when loud laughing came from the dining room hall.  It was Ulrich in a Wulfkorp issued uniform and the Order of the Black Eagle around his neck.  “What are you kids doing out here, your missing all the feasting and fun” he laughed.  Schroeder and Helga chuckled as well.  “Well Heinrich, what are we waiting for?” Helga said as she kissed him on the check.  Everyone was there, Bruckner and his lover Sheila; also know as Lady Deadeye, the newly promoted Sergeant Wolfgang Friedan and his new girlfriend Dr. Hilda Schreiber along with Dr. Kaminski and Harbin.  Kurt was also there dressed in what was called a kimono.  Schroeder couldn’t tell, but he thought he saw Kurt smiling.  “Come on Captain” Schwartz appeared from around the corner with Kruger, both had women around their arms.  “Let’s go and enjoy ourselves.”

Before he could go in, Ulrich stopped him.  He raised his right arm and Schroeder thought he was going to get punched, but instead he saluted.  “It’s an honor to have served with you Captain Schroeder” he said with a smile.  Schroeder saluted him back.  “Go enjoy yourself now Ulrich, that’s an order.”  Ulrich maintained his smile as he saluted him off “Yes sir” he said as he went back into the dining hall where the baron and a fully

Captain Heinrich Schroeder, now a proud member of the Wulfkorp, escorted the love of his life into the main dining room hall, just as the last rays of sunlight disappeared.

Copenhagen, Denmark

The women dressed in black had been caring for the wounded man since she had brought him in; the doctor didn’t recall how long she had been there.  He was about ready to check on his patient, an albino colored man that was covered in a series of wounds, when he suddenly woke up.  The doctor was about to ask the lady to leave the room, when suddenly she jabbed a sharp object into the doctors gullet and he bled out so fast, that he didn’t know he was almost died.

The women looked down at the recovered man.  “You saved me” he said weakly “why?”  The women smiled with sadness in her eyes “Because the way you warm my blood and body at the same time.  I never felt such passion from looking at you or making love to you, since my last husband.”

“I see” he said with a smile that he had never had made before.  He tried to move, but he couldn’t.  “Don’t struggle too much Fallion, your wounds will reopen and as bad as that is you are paralyzed for life” she said with sadness in her voice.  “Then let me die Duchess, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you as a cripple.”  “I have another idea” she said “that can not only make you walk again, but also ten times stronger, faster and even immortal.  Long enough for us to get our revenge on Schroeder and that bitch Helga” she said optimistically.

Fallion smiled once more “What do you need to do?” he asked.  “It defies the orders of my master, but because I want you I don’t care” she said as she leaned in close to him “Something special” she said as fangs began to emerge from her teeth.  “Something very special” Duchess said as she sunk her teeth into Fallion’s neck.

Dunkirk, France

The city of Dunkirk was a dull place to meet up with contacts, but it wasn’t up to Plague Master to question the orders of Lord Blackthorn.  This was about as private as he could get without being noticed.  For Plague Master it was easy.  A series of locations were put on the map as he followed them to the letter.  He was dressed in a long coat, and a bowler hat while wearing a mask that managed to hide his unpleasant facial features.

“Those who strike in the shadows are fierce” a voice said.  “But are weak when facing the light” Plague Master responded.  The individual stepped out of the shadows.  He also was wearing a bowler hat with black great coat and a mask that was covering his face.  “His lordship?” the man asked in a cockney accent.  “Haven’t seen him in a week, told me to make contact if he didn’t show” Plague Master explained.

The individual nodded “then let’s be on our way” he said as he indicated Plague Master to follow his to the shipyards.  “Even if his lordship doesn’t appear, he told us you would take command in his place” the man said.  “That’s right, I don’t have to betray him to take his place and we all have the same goal.”  “To destroy the Black Skull Society and take the British Empire” the man said plainly.  “Yes” Plague Master said with a laugh “to take control of the Empire and the world, not the Black Skull Society.”

Somewhere in Eastern Europe

“So that’s what happened?” the man sitting on the throne said.  “Yes my milord, that’s exactly what’s happened” a man said overlooking the fireplace.  “It hardly surprise me that the Lord Blackthorn had thoughts of betraying me, but my apprentice, such news disturbs me” he said before taking a sip of a red liquid in his crystal glass, smacking his lips when he was finished.

“But nonetheless, we must proceed as planned, shouldn’t we Daearc the Black.”  The pale skinned warrior with eyes so blue that it would pierce any dark corner came forward dress in armor.  “That is correct milord, the unleashing of the virus was only the first step in our plans to destroy the Wulfkorp and then the world will be ours, just as you and Herr Schroeder here planned on doing.”

The man over the fireplace hissed at the very mention of the name “I told you Daearc, that’s not my name anymore.  Erick Schroeder died the day I joined the Black Skulls, my name is now Death Wing” the man said as he unfurled his black wings that would shudder any mortal man.

Daearc frowned and began to take a fighting stance, with his Halberd pointed at Death Wing, but the lord stopped him from advancing any further with a flick of his wrist right wrist.  “He is correct; from now on you will address him as Death Wing, just as you will properly address me as Lord.

“Yes milord” Daearc bowed.  The man rose out of his chair, he was a pale skinned man with slick-backed blonde hair.  He wore a noblemen’s outfit with a black cloak and dress clothes with a silk red tie around his neck.  Except for the fangs around in his teeth, he would have looked like a normal human being.

“Soon the world will know of the might of our order and bow to me…..Baron Helmut von Wulfcastle” he laughed out loud.

The End……for now.