#Of wolves and stones (Wolfenstein crossover)

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How long had it been since Caleb was taken to this dreadful prison complex? He was unnerved, but had to attune himself to the occasional screams on the floor below it-- The torture chambers. Sounded like a thing demons could do to their victims in Hell, and it would be a thousand times worse than anything dark one could imagine of here.

The prison wardens and the rest of the staff were told to not harm nor kill him-- They had discovered some of the secrets he had kept long buried. Physical inspection indicated clues that he had more than he let in on publicly. No normal person would ever have that eye-shaped soul chamber, though he let them keep guessing whatever the hell it was. Was he perhaps experimented to the point his heart was replaced with something else? It’s a mystery!

He wasn’t helping too much with the interrogations, either. Sure, he left some info open, but in a way that would make those arse-wipes scratch their heads. One time, he was teasing them about portal tech, only to then threaten them with consequences of playing around with forces beyond human comprehension. He’d make them know that Hell is not one faction you would make a pact with, if he had to sound like a broken radio.

It was a wonder why they haven’t just reduced him into that caged existence of a Life Sphere, yet. The mangy man-hounds of the Dark Realm were so entertaining to watch fumbling around that it was almost a sickening humor.

But his days of being cooped up here might soon come to an end. He never expected whomever was present to see him eye-to-eye though, especially taking the nature of these prisons into account.

He had to come out of his prison clothing some time and change back to his usual gear, after all. At least his chest was concealed, but he had to find something to cover his left shoulder blade sometime.

 "What in the Blood Swamps are you doing here?? This is a maximum security detention chamber-- You could be killed if detected at any bloody moment!”

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“Has anyone seen Wyckoff?”

“No clue. Couldn’t find ‘im in his own room.”

“Maybe he’s gone to cook breakfast?”

It was a nearly quiet morning in the Eva’s Hammer, a submarine that the Kreisau have seized from the German army a while back. Aside from having its current inhabitants’ position compromised by remaining staff on board, and the despicable General’s raid and eventual murder of one member of the resistance, the now home to the main resistance group would normally go about their days-- Whether it was spent alone, or with others.

Caleb was no exception, but by the time most of everyone else woke up, he had already gotten out. Wait, out? Wouldn’t there be water out there? How was that possible?

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The name he had given those he knew on Earth was but a moniker during his visit here. The same man Blazkowicz and the others knew looked the same as ever, but in place of legs, he now had lower body that would resemble that of a fish. His hair was also left unbraided, free to sway to the currents of the ocean.

Kahann decided to take the form of a merman for the morning, far from the Hammer’s residents, but still close enough to not lose track of her. It was times like these he missed being able to swim in his original homeworld.

...He wished he could speak to someone he considered family here-- No, someone who he knew was family, aside from his older twin. Trying to contact him has been a tedious process, and large bodies of water would be required for them both to be able to commune.

For now? He would watch as marine life around here swim by. Maybe even play with some friendly fish, or other sea creatures he could see that aren’t immediately hostile to him.

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@blazkowicztm​ asked: ❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜ (bj for davoooooth :') )

Source!

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“Bold words for someone who calls me a *lobster*; And also within striking range.” Okay, what was that? Davoth was bad at reading certain social cues, but refused to admit it.

“I’m afraid your luck will run out before you can even push it, my boy. Just look at the man I’m holding hostage in case you ask.” And he looked about ready to charge at the mortal with his shield active. Better read that attack cue, Blazkowicz.

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Someone's disappointedly staring at Davoth.

Looks like someone learned that his friends were being hurt.

// @schnsvcht

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...That face. Not again.

Davoth could only look at Volkhardt before him as he was seated on his throne, dead silent. That look suggested that this one knew he broke part of the pact, didn't he?

But how did Volkhardt manage to arrive in Hell, let alone Immora?

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"I will kill you for what you fuckin' did to Ezekiel Brown. I will choke every once of air from your goddamn throat till you die, Davoth." (- @capnblazko )

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...How in the Circles of Hell did this man know? Either way...

"About time you showed your ugly mug again, William Joseph Blazkowicz. I was wondering where you went this whole time." Davoth responded in kind.

Well, nothing much needed to be said as he already had his sword and shield prepared. "A Primeval cannot be permanently killed by anyone lower than them, but you are welcome to such a pathetic attempt, anyway."

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“You’re not real, this is all in my head.“ (- @blazkowicztm , for Davoth?)

Prompt source!

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"Or is it? You walk into my territory and not even notice your surroundings until now. Your eyes work or otherwise, boy?" Not even a minute had passed and Davoth decided to mock William.

"No matter, Blazkowicz. Welcome to Immora." There was a smug tone to his filtered voice, all coming out of his giant armor's helmet. "Few managed to infiltrate this city..."

"And *fewer* still do get out of it alive." Oh yes, there was Wesley, who might as well have found himself in the prison chambers.

And it wasn't any normal prison chamber either.

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“Nah, mate, I’m good without one.” Caleb declined politely. Never truly understood certain forms of substance intake on Earth. Or at least understood it as something that shouldn’t really be done anyway. Even if he had the capability of judging, doing that in front of people who had no need for that, nor deserve it? That’s just rude.

“Having trouble there, fellow Agent?” A simple question, rather, but at least he was honest about it. As a Primeval secret agent, he has seen a lot of people, Sentinels included, having problems personally. Eltanin did have a bit of trouble growing up too, whatnot with some of his own academy mates doubting his capabilities, and a few even going so much as to bully him over it.

Wesley might be a whole other kind of troubled though. Caleb wouldn’t press it if the other Agent would rather not say, but should he ever learn of issues concerning the mind plaguing anyone, if at all, he might as well step in and attempt to help the best he could.

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...Damn. This man was a fool indeed, unlike that of either Krizyr or, hell, even Eltanin. Davoth almost wanted to roll his eyes in response-- He had heard of how much a dunce Blazkowicz could be sometimes, but this? This was on a whole other level of irritating.

“If there ever is a jester in Hell as you’re calling *me* right now, it’d be that damned Prowler from the desert south of here...” The Dark Lord groaned-- Sounded like he had little patience for folks like B.J.

“You want to know my name though? It’s Davoth.” Straight to the point. “And in case you missed it, no, this is a wholly different kind of armor. But you’re not too much for knowledge of technicality, are you?”

Davoth went silent as he mused to himself, looking at the imprisoned remnant of a fugitive in the cell lined by a Hell-powered barrier.

“...Who knows what you would do in other territories were my Blood Brigadiers not to contain you and bring you here.” He said, his armor’s head slightly cocked to the side. “Lucky for you, that partner of yours you thought you had left for dead is also here.”

“Do you wish to know where he is right now?”

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Continued from here! @counttwo-4

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Davoth was forced to listen to every last bit of this Welshman’s words, each striking a more painful chord in his being. He could NOT believe the audacity that was Wesley’s calling out of every single blunder he had ever done. What hurt more than being avoided by family was that a contact of said family shattering what little defense of his pride he had left at the moment.

Merely torturing him enough times would not do. Death would be enough to put this little bastard in place. He didn’t care at the moment on whether this would come back to bite him. Davoth wanted to take his mind out of all of this, even for just a moment or two.

“That’s ENOUGH!” In a fit of rage, a red-hot blade struck Wesley right up the center of his chest-- More blades followed, mangling the body into an artful, if not sadistic display of macabre. This was just one of the many things that would happen to those who pushed one too many buttons on Davoth’s urge of dominance. Urge of rage.

...His breath was getting heavy. All of what was said to him still stung now. But he wouldn’t give in to the spiral of emotional overwhelming-- He already had that with this particular situation.

“...Burn in the abyss, you wretch.” It was all he said before leaving the torture chamber, Wesley’s body still hanging. But oh, he wouldn’t be given the satisfaction of experiencing the afterlife for long.

He would come back and break that little son of a bitch later.

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Continued from here! @counttwo-4

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“I don’t smoke. But thanks for offering anyway.” Caleb declined the offer to smoke as soon as Richard offered it. Never truly understood some aspects of human life, after all.

“Eager now, aren’t you? But you’re right-- Any more time wasted and tyranny steals the win from right under our noses. I’ll cut to the chase.” Well, If Wesley was just as serious here, then Caleb would have no reason to pull any stops.

Couldn’t help but taste just as much fear, and feel just as much panic though. Unlike that bastard Davoth, however, Kahann wouldn’t use information like this to purposefully scare others further. Not towards the innocent, that is.

“The SS sped up their archeological activities in Wulfburg, and townsfolk are concerned about it because the excavation activity extends to the cemetery too. No bloody respect to the dead, those bastards.” Caleb continued. “I wish I didn’t bring this up again, but our comrades in the Paranormal Response Unit are fearing the worst. Remember what happened three years ago? When we went to banish a demon at the end of a mission prior to this, but you had to be taken out of action because of your injuries?”

“If those Nazis could poke around with forces they know not of its nature then, they definitely can do it again now.” That there was a grim look from the taller man. He wanted to warn Wesley further about what Hell would be capable of considering his vast, and sometimes even, unusual knowledge of it, but revealing everything would break him as would any other mortal.

“It appears that fool Schabbs wouldn’t listen to a thing I say, but it could as well be so because I was but a mere interpreter in contrast to her quite high rank. So protective of the secrets of the excavation, she was. But we’re not completely at an impasse here.”

“We have an insider and he also is a recent recruit. We’ll refer to him as Agent Heckler for now. He cannot come with us at the moment, but he’ll try his best to assist us during our upcoming mission.” Compromised agent? No. But a new recruit. Sadly, Caleb could also not comprehend on why a mere child would be willing to put themselves in danger like that. Desperation, perhaps?

He couldn’t speak of this to Wesley either-- Time was running short, for starters, and that the nature of war brought upon him a new, perhaps disturbing perspective.

“HQ meeting is coming close, I understand that. I don’t want to delay you any longer-- In fact, I’m about to go there too. The Board of Directory would like a word with all agents present. You, me and Blazkowicz, especially, because we were key witnesses to what happened last time.” Straight to the point-- He wouldn’t want to make Wesley wait any further.

“Shall we go now, Agent One?”

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“Your friends, dead. The world on fire. And you… alone. You’re a failure. Finally, something we have in common.” // @counttwo-4 to davoth huehuehue...

Prompt source! @counttwo-4

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...Davoth hated it. Not the fact that it was an insult alone-- It was the fact that Wesley was right.

"...I know. But if I had to hear that, I'll bring up one of *yours*. You know the drill." And he hated it even more that he was running out of ways to retort. "You've lost enough... Ah, fellow agents, didn't you? You went back and forth through multiple Agent Threes. All who died before they even reach old age." Oh no. Roland was one of them, were Wesley's memory to serve him well..

"All except *him*." He was talking about Blazkowicz. If it was any indicator, Wesley would be right to say that the Dark Lord had no right to speak of him. Not like that, too.

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One Kind of a Dive

Closed starter for @madamedievdonne ​!

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Roswell, New Mexico. A bright morning ahead, a jolly little city... But all around is just propaganda plastered. Enemies enjoying themselves, probably even trampling on the rights of everyone who doesn’t agree with them.

...William Joseph Blazkowicz, the Third, that was, had made quite a name as an unseen enemy of the Third Reich, killing its blind, willing servants of evil in the dead of the night. None ever knew what he looked like, and when he would strike.

Perfect for infiltration. He preferred choosing violence in the open for those who do evil with no remorse, like many of those demons do, but doing so in this time and place would unintentionally make things harder for a certain someone...

There was one establishment that wasn’t like the others. Not yet, anyway. There were people who looked at him weird, but some of those krauts have begun to consider him a Supersoldaten. Sometimes even referred to as Übersoldat. Supersoldier. They didn’t even know what he was actually doing.

Good. That meant that the demon hunter would be left alone. For a while, anyway.

Papa Joe’s All American Diner. His ancestor’s kind of dive. His, too, in all honesty. Keeping his helmet on would be VERY much an obligation because he looked like his old, old man. And that bastard Davoth too, for whatever reason there was.

Only a few customers in this diner at the moment? Not very popular here, was it? Well, at least the owner would have someone willing to stay the whole day. Or night, even, if Papa Joe’s was willing to also do food services at night. He took a seat near the service counter table.

But the yet-to-be-known Doom Slayer’s presence made the owner stare at him. Something familiar about him, perhaps? But he dared not ask, for some reason. Armor could look like those Nazi bastards got too far with tech.

Then again though, there was a possibility that it probably wasn’t theirs even if they wanted to make one.

“U-Um, sir?” The owner of this diner, Norman Caldwell, looked at the armored man. “You are very armored for a customer...”

This got the Slayer’s attention. He would have said something with his own voice, but it would have otherwise opened a can of worms. Sorry, Super Spesh, he would like to remain quiet.

“...Quiet kind of guy, aren’t you?” Well, not like he had a choice. “If you’d like to order anything, just ring the service bell and point at which menu you want.”

William simply nodded. Couldn’t remain that too stoic there. Now he could order something to eat or drink, but that would... risk him having to open his helmet and show his face. Here’s hoping this place does takeaways.

Oh, a poster on the table? Billy took a look.

Oh dear, it had gotten this bad for his ancestor. Terror Billy? What were those tyrants smoking?

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...Hell has NO business being here in Wulfburg unless it is being contacted. He has seen some enemy officers with some sigils literally burned into the skins of their palms, like some sort of brand.

If something isn’t done soon, people’s souls will be compromised. And damned, both.

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“...”

Interpreter Marwin Bernkastel had not gotten any leads on current happenings thus far, in the quaint little village of Wulfburg. And here he thought it couldn’t get more boring.

Any mood he had for a beverage was certainly ruined now. But he hadn’t had any dinner yet. Perhaps water in a clear glass and potato stew would be enough to fill him during the wait.

What was taking the rest of his fellow personnel so long now? They still have to investigate strange happenings in here before anything worse could take hold of this place.

He could feel it in his bones. Something suspicious is brewing in this otherwise peaceful village. As peaceful as when tyranny gets a hold of it, that is.

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"It's /Davoth/, lad." // @counttwo-4​

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“...Damn.” Ah, William here looked intrigued. “How did this start though?”

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“...Mmh.” Caleb was scratching his head at this. “To think that madman Strasse almost got away with ALL the knowledge. As if Hölle auf Wulfburg-- Hell on Wulfburg wasn’t bad enough.” Whatever happened because of the discovery of the Ra’ltha Va’Tuum cult’s remnants there was NOT a good memory for him, at all. Also made headlines on German newspapers with the level of destruction it brought on the quaint little town.

Of course, not all details were disclosed. But it was sensational, for a while. This happened around the time he heard that Volkhardt was captured...

“Would it be far-fetched in mind for you...” Caleb stopped for a bit, careful with the choice of his words. Hopefully, no other members of this submarine has overheard this conversation. There was a lot of important information that he needed to break out to Volk, but seeing as he is still having difficulties remembering, he would make it as short as simple as he could.

“If I said that Earth, as a colony world, was abandoned twice by empires across stars? Before mankind even knew how to make great civilizations of their own?” This sounded ridiculous, sure, but if something worth mentioning, Caleb would say it.

“Sounds far-fetched, but it has something to do with the origins of Da’at Yichud. Keep this between us for now, aight, lad?”

“So...” A deep breath. “Da’at Yichud? When I went to cross-reference the environment, equipment and accessories with those of other abandoned, but equally powerful tech-based cities, I found something in common.”

“It was derived by technological architecture before it.” Now that got more interesting. Caleb was a spy alright and he knew a wide range of things, but this? A tad too far out there for him to know, wasn’t it?