Zanzibar blinked, and the busy street in central Mittenwald vanished to be replaced by the dank, forlorn interior of a concentration camp. It was a stop he had been meaning to make for some time; he agreed with little of what the imp they called Führer did, and these camps stood near the top of his list. Completely unnecessary and wasteful. So many lives being thrown away, and for nothing. It was despicable.<br/><br/>He thought back to his meeting with the demon Asmodai, who had been unable to identify him- he could have been more subtle in his disappearance, but after all the analysis and observation he'd conducted on the being posing as a man named Kohler he'd elected to leave him with some food for thought. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the status of the Seal on Hitler's finger became known, and he wanted to see how quickly the demon would be able to piece things together.<br/><br/>He moved purposely deeper into the camp, empty black eyes scanning his surroundings without displaying much reaction. He wasn't immediately challenged, but he knew that came from the authoritative way he moved and not from any kind of recognition from those assembled within the compound.<br/><br/>He saw the lines of people, trudging slowly to their deaths, gaunt and thin, eyes lifeless and defeated. His gaze took all of them in, as he moved to a raised platform on one side of the open area. He jumped lightly on top of it and turned to face them all, his long coat billowing out behind him as a strong wind blew into his face, its bitterness ignored as it touched his smooth, hairless skin.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Your Lord has come."</span>His voice boomed out over them all, freezing everyone in their tracks as all eyes turned to regard him. He remembered how small his concerns formerly were, how shortsighted he had been. It felt like a lifetime ago, when he was only concerned with temporary pleasures and fleeting moments of ecstasy. Now, he knew what it was to be a God. Now, he had learned of compassion and righteousness.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Open your eyes to His Glory. Open your hearts to His divine Grace."</span>The world was filled with lost lambs, and it was his duty to show them the path. It fell to him, to lead them back to the purifying dark that hid all flaws and enveloped all ailments. There was comfort in the absence of light, and they needed to realize it. They all needed to realize it.<br/><br/>He raised his arms and they all began dropping in waves, rippling outward from him like the movement of water in an otherwise still pond, from the point where a rock had been dropped into its surface. They fell like rag dolls, lifeless, eyes glazing over, their souls feeding him even as he bestowed his mercy upon them.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I end your pain, My Children." </span><br/><br/>He did indeed; their agony and torment was ended, and they were given the honor of strengthening him in his purpose. What more could he do for them? Their otherwise worthless lives would be wasted in the gas chambers. No, this way they could serve a purpose. As workers they were flawed; emaciated and weak, but their souls were just as valuable to him as any other. He saw a Nazi approaching at the corner of his eye; a flick of his pupils, and the man fell; to his knees, screaming in torment as Zanzibar turned to regard him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Rejoice, for you stand witness to the beginning of my Church." </span><br/><br/>The man fell flat onto his back and began convulsing violently on the ground, but Zanzibar was already gone without a trace.