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When the Devil meets an Angel

Shots fired and the light goes black.


I wake up and I don’t feel. I am looking around for Eva, but I don’t see her. I look up and see a bright light in the sky, but it not the sun. Where am I? I am looking for anything to tell me where I am; anything at all. Just as I try to stand I hear a voice.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“What?! Who said that! Show yourself coward!” A woman comes out of the shadows. She is wearing simple cloth like those animals would wear. Then, I look at her arm and see the symbol of a Jew.

“Get away from me, you filthy pig!” I can’t believe I am in the same place as a Jew. They are not even human, they caused everything. I would rather be dead than share the same air as a Jew.

“Do you want help? I can tell you where you are, but you have to calm down.” I look at it for a minute and realize that it looks familiar. Weird, I don’t know any of those pigs.

“And I have a name. It’s Sarah. If you want my help please don’t call me a pig ever again”

“Where am I woman?” I am done with its tricks. The Jew probably doesn’t even know where we are. It’s just playing with my head like all scum do.

It rolls those slimly lying eyes.

“We are on Earth…kind of.”

“Enough! Where the hell are we swine!” Just then, it walks away. Damn Jews are so sensitive. I can do this myself. I don’t need help from a lying piece of filth. I try to get my footing and as I stumble a bit, a little girl helps me. What a sweetheart, not like any of those Jews. She is a cute little girl, blonde with blue eyes. Perfect.

“Thank you sweetheart. Do you happen to know where we are?” She doesn’t say anything but she nods her head.

“Can you tell me where we are dear?”

“We are in Genem”

Funny, I have never heard of that country before.

“Okay. Can you tell me how to get out of here?” I am losing my patience. This why I didn’t have children.

“You can’t. There is no way out. Sarah should have told you that.”

She looks perplexed. Her face is contorted like an acrobat at the circus. She grabs my hand and leads me to a building with my favorite symbol on it. I really should get out of here so I can get back to the liquidation of the scum. As we walk into the building I notice that something is wrong. Something does not feel right, almost like I stepped into a shrine. I cross myself just to be safe and as I do, the little girl turns around and smiles a devilish smile.

“Where are we going?”

She doesn’t say anything. She just keeps walking. She leads me into a room filled with—my stuff?

“Wait here.”

I sit in my favorite chair and I wait. About an hour goes by and the little girl still hasn’t come back. I stand and walk to the door but it is locked. I begin to look around at all of my things and marvel at all that I have accomplished. Just then, the door unlocks and in comes Eva. She just stands there and looks at me. She is a mannequin not moving a muscle.

“Honey! Where have you been?” Just then, she starts to walk out. I grab her arm and before I know it she transforms into something I don’t recognize. She turns into a Jew.

“Wow. Didn’t think you would actually fall for it.” It walks away laughing, but I call after it.

“What fuck did you do with my wife?” I run at it like a cheetah running after its pray.

“I didn’t do anything to her. She is not here. We found what she looks like from you. If you sit down I will explain.” I comply because I just want some answers.

“And please use your manners. My name is Sarah.”


“No! That is impossible! Get out of here you filthy pig.” It gets up, mumbles something and walks out. It is impossible to change forms just from a memory. These Jews are worse than I thought; they are witches. I need to get out of here. As I start to figure out an escape plan, a teenage girl opens the door and walk away.

“Let’s go.” I stand in my room looking at this girl, even though she looks like swine, I don’t see any mark of a Jew, I wonder where she will take me. I wonder what happened to the little girl who brought me here in the first place. She was the only one I can trust. She was the only human; other than myself.

“Where is the little girl?”

“She went home to her family. Her mom was in here earlier.”

Unbelievable, a Jew touched me. A Jew helped me. I feel like I need to take a shower.

“Follow me please.”

“No! I am done with all of these tricks! Tell me where I am right now or I will kill you!”


“I know that! What is your name damn it!”


“Well, Anne where is Genem? Where is my family and why can’t I leave this god forsaken place!”

“I thought Sarah told you all of this. Well, I guess now I get to. You can’t leave because you are dead. Your family is dead. Eva, killed herself. Do you know who you are?”

“Of course I do! I am…” For some reason I don’t know my name. I know that Eva is my wife and that we were important in the world but I can’t seem to remember my name.

“Adolf?” I look at her with confusion and she continues.

“You are in Genem.”

“Where the fuck am I?”

There is long pause. It is funny how time stands still when you need it to go fast. It is almost like a cruel joke on humanity. Time is always playing with us, until we die. But even then it still likes to poke fun.

“We are in Hell.”

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