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_{Karl Ruprecht Kroenen from Hellboy}

         Project Ragna Rok had been headed by that of Rasputin, a man which had been well versed in countless different Mythologies which he’d claimed to have been— factual. What the doctor had estimated once upon a time was not that they had been legitimate, but that the Führer (heil) had been spending resources which had been needed for war upon the findings of a wahnsinnige… At least, those had been his thoughts before having been acquainted with Herr Rasputin whom had singularly influenced the fellow in that of a brief encounter. 

      Having been head of the Thule Society, it was inevitable that both Kroenen and Rasputin would overrule the very project which was proposed. Elated, the man, or at least what had been left of one, awaited the date which marked ‘Doomsday’ within his internal calendar.

       It had been a fortnight since and a Nazi party had been located on Tarmagant Island in order to oversee this occult means of a weapon. Victory had been inevitable, Ruprecht Kroenen had been quite sure of this. 

      With his very optics, though hidden behind tinted glass, he’d witnessed the unimaginable; a celestial body which had been made of not of elements—

                                                                             but of torment and destruction.

    " Ausziehen. "