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After the D-day Normandy landings allied forces had finally defeated Germany along with the rest of the axis forces. After the official death of Hitler, the spearhead of the axis forces, German forces in occupied areas finally collapsed. Allied forces had finally taken of the concentration camps scattered across the country and released all the Jewish prisoners; putting an end to Hitler's regime as well as the 'final solution'. Among the rubble lay a German scientist clutching onto what appeared to be a personal journal. The following excerpts are what's left of the journal:

26/6/1942

I write in my diary for the first time since arriving at the camp and I must say the screams of our prisoners are like the sweet melody of a violin. If god were to cast judgment on human beings upon death it would be the job of Germany to send the bane of all humanity to him. I shall abstain from talking much of  them as their mere mention stains the very pages of this journal.

The Fuehrer had received information of the horrific Manhattan Project headed by the Americans. This "Atomic" bomb is the future of warfare, a true weapon of mass destruction. The Fuehrer sends me here in hopes that I can best the Americans. I'm hoping to exceed even his expectations. If monsters are birthed in the soils of battle then I shall birth the devil in the depths of my cauldron. Who better to fill the shoes of Lucifer than one of his children.

Alas I bid farewell, my dear diary, for tomorrow I shall bring forth the shining light of Germany from the filth of humanity.

2/7/1942

One million is such a large number. One million of anything would bring forth satisfaction to any customer. A motorist would be ecstatic upon one million cars, a wife would be jubilant upon one million diamonds, a child would be overjoyed upon one million sweets and Adolf Hitler shall be satisfied over One Million  Jewish corpses. The final solution has finally took full swing and soon the world shall know the might of Germany.

Back here at the camp progress has finally been made. I've finally gotten hold of my guinea pig, scavenged straight from the garbage. How fortunate that from the millions slaughtered only one survived. Truly such creature must be the source of all wickedness for I've not only found a survivor but a genuine demon. Europe's already in hell in its current state but with this, Germany would send it even deeper.

As vicious as the Manhattan project may be, being based upon the theories of a German brain, not even a so called "Atomic" bomb can kill what even god cannot kill. It's time for me to begin my work, I bid farewell for now.

18/7/1942

Yesterday I gave it a pile of corpses; today I've been rewarded with a bag of bones. It seems to prefer German over Jewish, I'll note that down for later. The monster has grown bigger since it was first picked up from the trash; bearing a stronger resemblance to the devil himself. The fuehrer shall be pleased knowing the progress being made in his labs is much greater than what is being made by the great German armed forces in the battlefield.

A few days after my last entry a priest from a nearby town came into the camp warning me about the wrath of god if I proceeded further with my plans. That fool! Doesn't he know what I'm doing is for the better of not only Germany but for the whole world? He speaks of the power and ever kindness of god. If God was ever so pure he would of gotten rid of the Jews himself. This rotten world is a result of god's incompetence.

After the priest was shown the door I continued on with my research; I could care less of the wrath of god, not when I have the devil on my side.

20/7/1942

German command appears to be ever-so vigilant over my duties here at the camp. They seem to be fearful of the creature's progress and his growth in power. It seems that they don't understand; the creation can never possibly overcome the creator.

Earlier today I had an episodic affair with one of the Jewish servants cleaning my quarters. The filthy maggot had the audacity to rearrange my desk and take a look at my notes. If she wanted a closer look at the devil I would've happily sent her to clean up the altar. Too bad her grievance has lead her to the belly of the devil she was curious of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">I write with a smirk on my face knowing that the infamous "atomic bomb" will be nothing compared to the monster underneath my feet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">25/8/1942

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Many of my subordinates ask me of what I shall name it. Many of the soldiers posted here have given such wonderful suggestions: Azazel, Mara, Abaddon, Beelzebub and many more. All these names however have one thing in common, the devil himself. As much as it pleases me to know that the monster I have created is attracting such names, I refuse to gift it one. Truly the most frightening monster is a nameless one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The creature's physical performances have been excellent thus far; its latest feat was able to snap a steel rod with its bare hands. The roars of its victory was loud enough to petrify those filthy Jews working in the courtyard. They have a right to be fearful because tonight the angel of death will feast upon their bones. It's time for the Jews themselves  to know the backstabbing nature of their kind for the death will come in the form of my nameless monster.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">That's not all that has been brought to my attention. It seems that there has been reports of German command themselves inspecting the creature's unleashed capabilities. Hopefully the test will go as planned, I'm sick of the awful stench made by Jewish remains in the morning.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">26/8/1942

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">It has been hours since midnight and I find myself in quite a calamity. It seems my devilish creation was too sinister for his own good for he has left mountains of bodies, both German and Jewish, in his wake of destruction. It's uncanny characteristics has demoralized the soldiers stationed here. German command has given the word in favor of the creature's execution. Surely such atrocity is too monstrous for its own good.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">No one stationed here has the right to kill the creature but myself for it's the creators responsibility to destroy what he has created. I look at the creature from outside the window of my suite. It looks sad, as if it knows it's about to betrayed. Drops of tears befall my eyes as I lay dormant, gazing at it one last time before I take it's right to existence. This must be what Abraham during the binding of his son Isaac.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">I look to my trembling hands, laughing. How ironic is it that a man that was responsible for the deaths of the children of so many is now feeling guilt over the murder of his own son. I look out to the monster once more hope and whilst it appears to be blissfully dining on the remains of its prey; the eyes betray it's true feeling of melancholy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">In a short while a shall commence the fuehrer's judgment. Farewell, my dear diary. <ac_metadata title="Check why my story got deleted plz. (title: Final Solution)"> </ac_metadata>