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Chương 2: From Hell

Hitler felt as if someone was calling him.

"Your Highness, wake up…"

He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not disappear, instead, they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve.

"Verpiss dich. Lass mich noch ein paar Minuten ruhen. (Fuck off. Let me rest a few more minutes.)" He grunted.

He did not want to go back to get tortured soon. His soul felt so comfortable with this rest away from the various tortures and punishments he was supposed to endure routinely.

"Your Highness, my Royal Prince!"

Hitler opened his eyes immediately. He did not see any of the things he had grown familiar with—the fire was gone, the worms were gone, the iron poles were gone, the disgusting smell created to harass his senses was gone, the never-ending darkness was gone and echoing screams of his fellow hellmates were gone. They were replaced by a strange scene—rows of small brick houses, around the public square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square.

He was seated on an elevated platform from across the square. The chair he sat on was a cold and hard iron chair. His butt felt sooooooo 'comfortable' that he wants to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation. He could not help smile as it was after a long time he felt any sort of cold at all.

Sitting alongside him was a group of people whose gazes were fixated upon him. Among them were a few young women who were dressed as medieval ladies, and they were busy giggling among themselves.

"Where on Hell is this? Wasn't I supposed to tortured by soul-eating worms today?" Hitler's mind was vacant, perhaps caused by thirty consecutive years of getting cooked in hell flame that had pushed him to the limit mentally. All he could remember was when he finally broke down after decades of pain, his conscience began to fluctuate unsteadily and fade, and he wanted nothing but to die to end the painful torture.

"Your Highness, please announce your verdict soon."

The speaker was the person that had quietly tugged on his sleeve. His face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe.

"Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of illusion torture? At least this is better so far as I am not having any pain." Hitler thought as he licked his dry lips. "Verdict, what verdict?"

He soon knew. The people in the public square were all looking in the direction of the gallows while waving their fists and yelling as loud as they could. Some even threw stones at the gallows. The gallows of two pillars extending upwards about four meters from a raised base. The top ends of the two pillars were connected by a crossbeam, which was embedded with rusty metal rings for a thick yellow hemp rope to travel through. One end of the rope was tied to the frame of the gallows, and the other end was tied around the felon's neck.

In this strange dream, he discovered that his eyesight was extraordinarily good. He would usually require to focus heavily to see just one meter in hell, but now, he could clearly see every detail of the gallows, which was fifty meters away.

The felon was hooded and her hands were tied behind her back. Her shabby gray garment was akin to a piece of rag. Her body was so emaciated that her ankles—the only part of her body which was exposed—seemed like they could be broken by pinching them. It was her faintly bulging chest which gave away that she was a female. She shivered terribly in the cold wind, yet she was observably trying hard to maintain her straight posture.

"A small chested one? Interesting. Alright then, this makes me remember the good old days." Hitler thought to himself, "exactly what crime did this woman commit that so many people are waiting with indignation for her to be executed? Don't tell me. Is she a Jew?"

But Hitler got surprised and shocked the next moment as a voice echoed in his mind.

***Ding: Hate detected. Activating punishment and mission mode.****


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Hi all.

No hate intended. Hitler is a horrible person and I am not going make a hero out of him or going to insult Jews. But I am going to use him in a fictionalized way.

Hope everyone takes it easy and don't get offended.

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