CHAPTER 24

ARMAND DUPRÈ WAS GOING back to his apartment, to make a bandage on his arm, although it hurt a lot, that was nothing close to everything that had happened to him since he joined the brotherhood.

ARMAND WAS ONLY FIFTEEN YEARS OLD when he went through the initiation process at Thule, his life until then was a complete and irreparable human existence.

He had been abandoned by his father at the age of three, and because of his mother's addiction – a Crack user for many years – she overdosed right in front of him, after that he doesn't even know how he managed to survive on the streets.

His real name was Dilermando – that's what his mother called him, but he didn't have a last name – at least they never told him - and just like the kids on the street, he had to learn to make it on his own, he learned to read and write, asked for money at the door of the churches.

One day, a French family found him begging at the city traffic lights and decided to adopt him.

From Dilermando, his name became Armand Duprè.

It was a rich family, owner of many assets, both in Brazil and abroad, but they had a problem, they could not have a child, despite all the money, their life was empty.

Dilermando – now Armand – went to the best schools that exist in Brazil, graduated with praise, even though he was a street kid, they found him a young man with intelligence, besides being a born sportsman.

As almost every traditional European family is surrounded by secrets, the Duprè family also had its secret, for many generations they were from a fraternity that preached the superiority of the Aryan race, they later joined Thule and since the end of the First World War they have been part of that society – however, having participated in the German invasion of France, mainly in the search for religious objects important to them, nobody knows for sure what they found in Castelombres, but the information of the Duprè family was crucial for the expedition under the command of Heinrich Himmler to have been an absolute success.

Since then, the family has been crucial to the formation of neo-Nazi groups around the world, mainly in South America, where they even got the appreciation of the President of Brazil, Getúlio Vargas.

Armand always wanted to have the power to win things over, because of his miserable childhood, he harbored a feeling of revolt within himself, and the opportunity to be a "demigod" had knocked on his door.

His parents explained that the true meaning of Nazism went far beyond being just a political party.

It was the way to eternal life... – they had said.

Armand Duprè researched everything he could about Nazism, and realized from the beginning why Nazism would be the thousand-year-old Reich, even though he lost the battle, his ideals were as proliferating as Christianity in the golden years in Rome.

Within the brotherhood, no one was called by his given name other than him, after all, Dilermando, was the name his mother called him, but one night, she revealed to him - during one of her travels – that her father had registered him at the registry with a completely different name, which I never knew, then, it didn't make any sense to change my name, because I knew that nobody used the real name, everyone paid symbolic homage to those who built this empire, but it was forbidden for them to know their real names.

It was at one of these meetings that Armand met Himmler and Sebottendorff, they showed him the best part – at least for him – of that particular group.

The pleasure of taking lives for the cause they believed in...

Duprè's first victim was a homosexual, the scandal that young man made before he died, brought a thirst to see that blood running down the floor, which Armand killed him little by little.

He has to get used to death...

When the young man died, the remorse was incomparably inferior to the desire to see more lives coming out of his hands.

Heinrich Himmler – his new mentor - liked him immediately, and in all his missions, the two went together, sometimes even disputing who killed more inferior beings, neither excited them more than killing a Jew, but it was difficult to find one walking around here giving soup.

The more orthodox the better... – they thought.

Killing Jehovah's Witnesses, gypsies, homosexuals, blacks and prostitutes also gave him indescribable pleasure, they were continuing the original plan, only the Aryan race should stand out from the rest, only they were worthy to reign in the new era they were implementing in the world.

Armand Duprè had married the daughter of a German master and, in their own way, they were very happy, they still had no children, but they knew it was a matter of time for Rachel to become pregnant, then she would dedicate herself more to the priesthood and discipleship. than the practical part of serving the fellowship.

–– What happened, honey? – Asked Rachel very worried about her husband when he came home bleeding.

–– It was just an accident dear – Armand lied – I will just take a shower and make a dressing and in the morning everything will be fine again.

–– I already told you to stop it Armand, we want to build a family, Andromacus has nothing to lose, you now have a family.

–– I already told you not to call him that, if he heard.

–– What would do? Would you kill me? Would you let me do that to me?

–– You don't understand - he said in a tone of humility and respect for his partner.

–– It is time to take action Armand, I know you love what you do, but that is not forever, especially now that you will be a father.

Armand was silent looking at Rachel, that was much more than he deserved, suddenly, tears of joy fell from her eyes, and even all soaked in blood, he hugged Rachel and kissed her as he had never done before.

–– I promise that this will be my last service, with the payment we can buy the house of our dreams and we will disappear from the map, there will be only three.

–– I want only the man of dreams beside me, even if it were to live on the street, just being with you would be my joy.

Armand was silent, feeling a cold run down his spine.

I will never go back to that accursed place - he thought - nor me, least of all my family...