Enyo: Goddess of War, Violence and Blood (bathesinblood) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-07-07 13:42:00 |
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Einsatzkommando - June 1943 [tag: Tyr]
Nazi Germany
Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration-Extermination Camp
OOC Warning: We're not sure yet, but this might have unsettling Holocaust information in it. So, trigger warning for those of you who may not want to read it. It is Enyo, after all.
This wasn't quite war... yet. It wasn't quite bloody. But it was still satisfying on a deep emotional level. It took some time, it took some wrangling, but everything was going just as she wanted with little to actually trace it back to her from a divine perspective. It simply looked as though the mortals, and specifically the Germanic mortals, had lost their ever loving minds. There was irony to a lot of it. Hilter was pretty much as far from the Aryan race he was trying to perpetuate as possible. Enyo, herself, didn't look much like how they liked.
But thankfully, she didn't look Jewish or Roma either. Then again, the beauty of being a goddess was being able to only let the mortals see what she wanted them to see. Which was why in their eyes her steel gray eyes were blue and her raven hair platinum. It made them feel better to see that and she was ever loyal to their Fuhrer. Though it wasn't really loyalty, it was divine support, inspiration and intervention.
It was brilliant, the symbols, the gestures... all of it designed to really irritated and hopefully pull her nemesis out of the woodwork. The filthy monkey he was. There was a certain irony that for how much she hated his people, that she made sure to support the notion that the Germanic peoples, the Nordic peoples... the... Aryan peoples... were some sort of master race.
Even now, while staring at the people being shuffled into Gas Chamber and Crematorium IV, she smiled. Funny that he hadn't come yet. Maybe he didn't care that thousands of innocent people died at the hands of those who bore his symbol and hailed with his gesture.
It was deliciously evil and perfect. Enyo loved it. Standing there in the full uniform, she shared a light joke with some of the einsatzkommandos -the killing squad at the camp. It kept it light, they were already going mad from doing what they were doing in the mass quantities at which they were doing it. One of the men offered her a cigarette, which she took without question. Everyone smoked and it had sort of become commonplace for her to share a cigarette with the einsatzkommandos when she was in this particular concentration-extermination camp.