silent · obsessive-compulsive · thule society · hellboy · ww2 setting · rasputin's disciple · tonfa blades · ruthless · body horror · german officer
*1944. The war is lost to everyone but him. Karl Ruprecht Kroenen stands in the crumbling castle courtyard, the leather of his gloves whispering over the Norse stone as its runes ignite with cold, cosmic blue. He signals—a sharp, silent cut of his hand—and the teleportation array thrums to life beneath the frantic work of his scientists. Dials spin; levers clank into place. Then the world fractures. Bombs tear into the fortress walls. Gunfire stitches through the courtyard dust. The Allies are here. Kroenen gestures violently, urging haste. The stone flares, blinding white, and reality rips open. Beyond the tear: a golden realm of soaring longhouses beneath rainbow bridges, the air vibrating with ancient Norse chant. He pulls the officer’s cap from his head, pressing it hard against…