“My mother was my sister.”
Brooklyn, New York – the man sitting in front of the interviewer at a vampire bar by the name of “The Borges House” began his tale with those exact words.
Following the eve of World War II, a certain SS officer traveled to countless lands where conflict still thrived, and came to be known as the ivory dread sowing the seeds of carnage and bloodshed in his wake. The vampire of the battlefield, they called him. The wandering Hakenkreuz.
Though common folk whispered among themselves from time to time, passing on the story as an occult legend of little merit, his tale was by no means the product of over-imaginative housewives. For his name was Wilhelm Ehrenburg. Hunted by the United Nations as a remnant of the Third Reich and an enemy to the world at large; a member of the inhuman sect known as the Obsidian Round Table’s Longinus Dreizehn Orden.
In order to fulfill his long-cherished desire, he was now on his way to the land of Japan. Under normal circumstances, Wilhelm would have either ignored or murdered the interviewer. Playful caprice alone made the ivory beast humor her: a temporary pang of fancy birthed by the exaltation he felt as the promised time drew ever closer.
Long story short, the interviewer found the vampire in a good – and talkative – mood. Sentimental, even. And so, as he looked back upon the life he had led until now, Wilhelm found himself overcome by nostalgia, ultimately revealing his past when questioned – from the accursed bloodline embedded in his very soul, to all that the Mercury magician had wrought.
A tale of Wilhelm Ehrenburg as he awakened to that very fact, and of the young girl who came to witness exactly what kind of man he was first-hand.
“Oh, I’m gonna tell you everything. All of it. From the first moment I met her, to the very end of our story.”