They had finally caught him, the former dictator who sought to recreate the ancient Roman Empire. His dream to reform Rome would be under a fascist government. For twenty three years Benito Mussolini ruled over Italy as Prime Minister from 1922- 1943 and as Dictator of a Fascist Government. His reign ended for a short time over Italy until the allies were stopped by the Germans. Benito Mussolini was now at the mercy of Partisans who captured him and his mistress Clara Petacci. Both of them were on their knees pleading for mercy until Partisans shot them in the streets. It is the year 1945, April 28th, the end of the Fascist Dictator, and the puppet state that was set up after the allied invasion of 1943.
All the accomplishments of the Axis powers were pushed back and destroyed by the allies. In the alley of the street a former Black Shirt watched as his Il Duce and his Mistress were dragged through the streets by communist Partisans. Marcello Tome could not stand to watch his former Il Duce be dragged over to the place where they would hang the deceased dictator, and the mistress. His band of followers looked at him with some anger and despair in their eyes. Their dream of a 20th century Rome looked to be dead, and burned to ash.
"How will we rebuild from rubble and ruin?" one of them demanded jabbing a finger at him. Marcello slapped him telling him to be quiet.
"We have other alternatives to think of." he hissed at the follower.
"You mean let the all-" he was cut off.
"Let the allies rebuild while we rebuild our army in the underground. Then we reach out to our allies and those still friendly to fascism. You will see, the people will tire and grow angry with the Capitalists, and those Communists. Follow me!" He said to them. Marcello led his band of five to the edge of Milan's outskirts. From there they made their way to the Alps.
"This is the place. We will find the Tatzelwurm and build a cult from it. Those who believe in it will flock to our side. It is time that Dragons should be worshiped once again!" Marcello cried out raising his hands in the air. He gazed at the Alps with wonder and insanity. All he heard was silence from a few of them except laughing behind him.
"What, what is so funny?" he demanded. The ones laughing at him burst out laughing at him.
"Are you serious, the Tatzelwurm is just a fairy tale!" one of them said mocking Marcello.
"Ho ho ho ho Marcello you are still a child at heart! Believing this creature no DRAGON exists!" another said before cracking up even more.
Two of the followers kept laughing while the others shook their heads and started to leave. Something stirred in the bushes. A large scaly serpentine creature emerged and approached the two nonbelievers, and the ones who mocked its existence. This creature made one sweep with its claw cutting down the two that mocked Marcello. Seeing for their own eyes, a Dragon, the rest got on their knees to avoid being punished. Marcello cackled and dropped to his knees.
"Oh great Tatzelwurm grant us the strength and power to rebuild the glorious Roman Empire!" Marcello cried out bowing before this serpent that was said to be a myth.
All the accomplishments of the Axis powers were pushed back and destroyed by the allies. In the alley of the street a former Black Shirt watched as his Il Duce and his Mistress were dragged through the streets by communist Partisans. Marcello Tome could not stand to watch his former Il Duce be dragged over to the place where they would hang the deceased dictator, and the mistress. His band of followers looked at him with some anger and despair in their eyes. Their dream of a 20th century Rome looked to be dead, and burned to ash.
"How will we rebuild from rubble and ruin?" one of them demanded jabbing a finger at him. Marcello slapped him telling him to be quiet.
"We have other alternatives to think of." he hissed at the follower.
"You mean let the all-" he was cut off.
"Let the allies rebuild while we rebuild our army in the underground. Then we reach out to our allies and those still friendly to fascism. You will see, the people will tire and grow angry with the Capitalists, and those Communists. Follow me!" He said to them. Marcello led his band of five to the edge of Milan's outskirts. From there they made their way to the Alps.
"This is the place. We will find the Tatzelwurm and build a cult from it. Those who believe in it will flock to our side. It is time that Dragons should be worshiped once again!" Marcello cried out raising his hands in the air. He gazed at the Alps with wonder and insanity. All he heard was silence from a few of them except laughing behind him.
"What, what is so funny?" he demanded. The ones laughing at him burst out laughing at him.
"Are you serious, the Tatzelwurm is just a fairy tale!" one of them said mocking Marcello.
"Ho ho ho ho Marcello you are still a child at heart! Believing this creature no DRAGON exists!" another said before cracking up even more.
Two of the followers kept laughing while the others shook their heads and started to leave. Something stirred in the bushes. A large scaly serpentine creature emerged and approached the two nonbelievers, and the ones who mocked its existence. This creature made one sweep with its claw cutting down the two that mocked Marcello. Seeing for their own eyes, a Dragon, the rest got on their knees to avoid being punished. Marcello cackled and dropped to his knees.
"Oh great Tatzelwurm grant us the strength and power to rebuild the glorious Roman Empire!" Marcello cried out bowing before this serpent that was said to be a myth.
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