The Numbers That Brought Our Fates Together 339 Ancient Rules Part 2 .

"Something like World War Two?"

Amelia nodded, "Yes. Only war is the beginning. The task of the awakened is to clean the territory. If the prediction worked in its original form, then most likely the outcome of the war would be different. Hitler would have cleared the territory for the one the maiden chooses. And you would be at the head of the new world order in which death would reign."

"Wait, baby," Marcus raised his hand up, "When the war began, I was no more than seventeen. Do you want to say that the prophecy was already working then, and my fate was to replace Hitler?!"

"It should have been so, but it didn't happen."

"It seems to me, or do I hear the notes of regret in your voice?" Marcus frowned, Amelia's reaction seemed strange to him.

"Everything in this world is relative, Marcus. And the destruction of one evil can lead to the arrival of a bigger evil instead, if people do not draw conclusions and continue to live as they lived," the girl carefully looked into the man's eyes, she needed to get an answer to one question that would shed light on the circ.u.mstances.

"Tell me, do you remember when you first killed a man?"

Marcus flinched and drew back. Such a question was a complete surprise for him. He did not want to show her his dirty side. "You mean, my first victim after I became like this?" he asked with caution.

"No. I mean, what do you yourself think who you sent to death for the first time?" Amelia looked at the man with a steady look, without a shadow of condemnation. She just needed to get the answer to the question, no matter what it was.

Marcus folded his hands in his lap and looked out the window. A cold breeze penetrating the room from the window ruffled the strands of his hair. A gray cloud swam across the night sky, covering the moon. And the room in which they were sitting plunged into darkness.

"When we lived in Wewelsburg, where our father was the commandant of the castle, there was one among the chief officers. I would even say outstanding for that time. His name was Richard Steiner. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Marcus lowered his head and buried his fingers in his hair. The memory of that man aroused in him the same disgust as touching a slug.

"He picked people to carry out his strange experiments. Later I realized that all this was the initiative of our father. Once he wanted to include Polina in one of the experiments, I could not allow this. So I had to set up another girl, I don't even remember her name. But I remembered her friend - Arenson. He gave me quite a hard punch then and I spent a few days in the infirmary,"

Marcus looked at Amelia, who kept her eyes on him, "Steiner and those two died on the field from a bomb explosion when they tried to escape. That girl was a year younger than you, but I do not regret my decision, because Richard was still quite a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He would not have left Pauline alone; he was into blondes. Does that answer suit you?"

The man prepared for the fact that now he would feel a wave of disgust from the girl, but Amelia raised her hand and laid it on Marcus's head. She silently straightened the ruffled locks of hair and ran a thumb over his forehead, relaxing the frown.

"Wh-what?" Marcus looked at the girl in bewilderment. Even if their souls were now connected, and he could feel the same as her, this young lady did not cease to perplex him.

"I met the boy you talked about. Very good, his name is David. I think he also remembered you, although he is only three years old." Amelia giggled, Marcus's emotions were indescribable.

"That is, the first experiment was a success? Are they reborn? All three of them?!"

"Um, no. The girl will be born only three years after. Probably," Amelia mumbled and confusedly scratched the tip of her nose. "When the first experiment was conducted, the data were poorly studied. But since the scientists used one of the artifacts of the Teser family that my grandfather provided, everything worked out.

Only instead of erasing their ident.i.ties and making them killing machines, their souls were carried forward for decades. The experiment with your brother and Polina was already more finalized, but a copy of the artifact was used, that's why- "

"That's why we turned out to be defective?"

"People used things that they had no right to take. The human body is not intended for such abilities. Therefore, everyone pays his price for owning power. And you have not only strength but also the curse, Marcus. If during the experiment your father had used the original activator, then your personality would have been erased. Do you know why the awakened is doomed to loneliness, and those, who are closed to him, to death? So that human emotions do not distract him from the main task."

"The war is long over, and I have no purpose to take over the world, Amelia. So in your prophecy, a hitch obviously happened. I just want to get rid of the pain that consumes me alive every day, and if the price of this is my life, I am ready for it. I will wait only when you become a shriveled old woman, and I go afterwards to a better world, well, or wherever they will send me for my sins. Nothing is holding me here anymore."

Amelia smiled slightly. If only it were all that simple. The wheel of fate began its course long before her birth, and her vain attempts to change something resembled the fluttering of an ant who decided to fight a tornado.

"When something is broken in the house, you can repair it. But if the repair is not done for a long time, then in the end there will come a moment when the house will only be demolished. Our civilization is like this house. The actions of people gradually destroy it. The Teser family is a silent butler, watching how the owners handle their property. And when the moment comes that the house needs repairs, a prophecy is triggered. A girl appears and chooses who will do it, who will get rid of excess trash and extra guests.

And the house will either undergo major repairs, or the residents themselves must take care of it. But if neither one nor the other happens, the last option remains - to completely demolish the house, which is no longer possible to live in."

Marcus turned pale, rose from the floor and began to walk around the room back and forth, pondering the girl's words. Tear down a house? Yes, this is some kind of nonsense! "Do you want to say that now I have to destroy the whole world?! It is one thing to capture, and completely different to destroy it! Even Hitler didn't think of it, Amelia! Why do I have to do this?!"

Amelia pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. That exactly was the reason why she did not want Marcus to know about the future, about the role that was prescribed to him in this game, which began with the creation of a tiny planet called the Earth.

"It's not for you to decide Marcus, you are just a performer," the girl said, feeling the waves of rage and indignation emanating from the man.

"The performer who is supposed to demolish this d.a.m.n house along with several billions of its inhabitants! f.u.c.k, what a wonderful job! And who is so smart that he decided that I would fulfill this dream job?!"

"The one on whose land this house stands."