Success?

[Unknown Location]

Adolf had seen the outcome. He knew that he was not going to win and as much as he hated to admit it, it was all true. Losing this war meant losing everything. His money, his dreams, his fame, his love and his life. 

Everything would be for nothing.

But there was a way to save some of it. 

"My Lord, everything is prepared."

One chance, that's all he had. 

"Make no mistakes." He ordered, knowing that despite all the preparation… there was no guaranteed success. 

Zola was confident in his ability, however, the lack of trust shown by Hitler saddened him a little.

"Lay on the bed, My Lord." He instructed while rechecking all the equipment. 

Following his instructions, Hitler lay on the bed. 

"Relax your body and mind." Zola turned around to look at his minions. "Bring in the body."

The minions carried a body covered by a white cloth in a wheeled stretcher. 

Hooking the wires to a machine, he started connecting the two bodies with a headgear. 

"Sire, do not move or the test will be a failure."

Heeding his warning, Hitler stayed quiet and unmoving.

"We will be copying your memories into the new body." 

Zola started the machine, synchronising the brain waves. 

Adolf felt the shock running through his head, but as advised —he refrained from making any noise or movement.

Turning the knobs up, Zola increased the intensity of the shock. 

Adolf felt his nerves bursting but he couldn't make any noise —he just couldn't.

He bit his lips, stopping a scream. 

*Aggh* 

He groaned in pain but Zola didn't worry about that, all Zola was worried about were his vitals. If they rose or fall too much, the connection between the two bodies would be severed, which would end up making Hitler brain dead. 

The parameters were going well, as the success rate increased with the percentage of the procedure going up with it. 

"Twenty-seven percent." Zola smiled, taking out a syringe and injecting it into the new body. "This body will be stronger, faster and far more reflexive than the previous one." He looked at Adolf. "Once the synchronisation rate is above thirty-five, it will be safe for you to make simple movements."

But Hitler was adamant, he stayed motionless for the entirety of the procedure.

Hours later, Zola had his eyes wide open at the success of his experimentation.

"M-My Lord!" He stuttered in happiness as the Führer, now in his new body, moved his finger. 

Slowly opening his eyes, he analysed his surroundings.

"Z-Zola?" He mumbled, trying to identify the man with his hazy eyes.

"It is a success, my Lord! We succeeded."

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[[Adam Galler]]

"Experimentations are the key to success when it comes to new discoveries."

*Splat!*

I sighed as one of the minions fell on the ground with his blood and guts splattering everywhere. 

It might not have been a good idea after all… Testing the limits they are willing to go to follow my commands. 

The Darkhold is an item of unimaginable power and for me to get my hands on it, I need people that are willing to act as baits or sacrifice themselves for me. 

But it seems like they will follow me even if I ask them to kill themselves or their loved ones. 

Pretty neat…

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*Sigh*

"I need to find a way to prevent these pheromones from affecting my emotions."

Emotions are what make a person... human, and these pheromones are making me devoid of it. I don't want to become some emotionless supervillain, and for that I need to find a way to gain control over my entire biology or… I need to find Essex.

And something tells me that the former might just be easier than the latter. 

Also during this time while experimenting, I ended up opening quite a few accounts.

Banks were screwed but making accounts by controlling the ones running those wasn't. 

I had multiple accounts made under my name and I made sure that I don't get into trouble for them in the future. 

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[[Greece]]

At the corner of a certain dimly lit art gallery, a man stood before a painting. It was a painting of a youngster wearing armour. 

The painting was exquisite however the details on the armour was what drew the man's interest. The face on the breastplate belonged to a certain mythical being from Greece. 

He knew the story behind the breastplate but he refused to believe it. 

The face on the breastplate was of the cursed gorgon, Medusa. 

The man refused to believe in the existence of magic, as a biochemist he believed that everything could be explained by science. Even the changes that he underwent three years ago was the result of a certain science experiment gone wrong.

"We never met, but I do respect your art… Dad." 

He smiled as he looked at the painting one last time before leaving the gallery at supersonic speed.

He went out of the gallery and stood over a tower, all in the blink of an eye. 

As he stared down at the city, his features became feral. His eyes went sharp, face morphed, claws grew bigger and his senses increased. 

The man has been known by countless names over the past three years, however the most popular of them has been none other than Morbius, the living vampire.

"I will figure out the mystery behind that item." He mumbled, staring at the people. "There is nothing that cannot be explained by science."

With that comment, he jumped off the building and flew out of everyone's sight.