The streets of Berlin were lined with vacant eyed Nazi soldiers who would stop to salute her as she window shopped in the Leipziger Platz. The Wertheim had just changed ownership after the filthy Jews had finally been ousted and the store  was called AWAG, an acronym for Allgemeine Warenhandelsgesellschaft A.G. Darcy sniffed at the name, “Not as elegant sounding.” She said as she arched an eyebrow at herself in the great plate glass window.<br/><br/>She touched the corner of her red lipped smile with her pinky finger and then puffed the bottom of her platinum blonde hair. The clerks inside the business were as empty eyed as the soldiers had been. Her wonderful son, The One, was excelling at the job for which he had been created. Already she was feeding from the remnants of the soul left behind. The One had devoured these easily but always left the tastiest morsel for his mother. “What a good boy.” She smirked as yet another person saluted her in the street.<br/><br/>All over Germany people were succumbing to the magik of her son. The results were the same in Berlin, Munich, Stuttgart, Frankfort, Dusseldorf, Cologne, even towns like Baden and Bremen were showing the effect of The One on the population. Darcy was exultant. Soon they would be ready to spread to the satellite countries and then the rest of the world. But first, she planned to move on Hitler and his advisors. Adolph was ripe for the picking and she needed him to carry out this diabolical plan. He was playing into her hand with his obsession against the Jews.<br/><br/>Darcy didn’t hate the Jews at all, but having Hitler focused on them solely. Darcy knew that he would never know what had happened under his very nose and thus wouldn't oppose her. He was a unwitting pawn in her grand scheme.<br/><br/>A young man, well into his physical prime, approached Darcy and saluted her. Darcy took note of the empty eyes and the rote salutation. He was hers as surely as if he were branded with her name. She smiled, a cold smile reminiscent of a black widow spider and threaded her hand through his arm.<br/>“Well done, now escort me home.” She commanded, sounding quite pleased with the plans she had in store for this hunk of man candy.