I, Captain Nemo, am in the middle of Hell. Ten minutes ago, Mordecai and I separated, each one trying to find a way to stop the Nazi zombie invasion of the shoreline of Mandelovia. While he turned invisible, I dove into the Mandelovian harbor, to swim to the German cruiser where he located Hitler some minutes ago.

“The dead nazi Army is following the direct orders of the dead Hitler. Killing him, the troops will be lost. At last, that’s my hope” I said to Mordecai. “You can swim there undetected, Nemo, the mission is obviously yours. I will give you cover, somehow”.

And then the water. The salty, warm water of the Adriatic sea, the sandy bottom, the Posidonia prairie where many fishes hide. Colorful fishes, and starfishes, and many other forms of marine life.

I remember the few times I had time to wander the Oceans. I remember the time I fled from the MBL to find refuge in the Ocean. Oh, how time has changed. Now I have many friends, Pro, Bibbo, Mordecai, LLance, Joker1, Shock, Danny, even Avatar… and a woman, Gaia, which maybe a goddess, but that form me is only a marvelous girl needing dedication and love. And now Hell want to stole all of this from mine, and not only Hell, Heaven has the same goal.

Well, I swear this will not happen.

I’m under the cruiser.

There is something strange, unreal. At first, I can’t understand it, than, all of a sudden, I know.

I don’t feel any mind. There are no toughs, like it should be near a boat full of people. But these peoples, skeletons, decaying corpse, mortally wounded bodies, can’t think. Because they are all dead. They can move, shouts orders, obey. They can fight, shot, sail a boat, aim to the ‘copters and fire. But they don’t think. They are dead. They are zombies, resurrected by the power of Hell.

And I feel powerless. What I have, now, to fight them. Only a superdense skin, that will shed my body from their bullets, and my magical sword Ladnikia, that will be severely limited, dueling with dead men. Because she fed on blood and drinks souls, and my enemies have neither.

So I jump, out of my element, and over the cruiser deck. Hundreds of bullets bounce off my skin, while I whirl my sword cutting many heads and skulls.

But the sheer number of my opponent could easily overcome me, if not for flying sportcar sweeping up the deck with the lasers. One of the car from the palace, and it seems that no one is driving it. Mordecai. The Nazi zombies fall like wheat stands under the scythe, but many more are coming their way. The car has to fly back, before the soldiers take it down with their gun.

But there is a tough in my mind. “To guide this invasion, Hitler can’t be without a mind. His soul must be inside his corpse. Find him, Nemo, you can… you must…”

Who is that is giving me advice? It’s a voice I don’t recognize. Not the Dark Dwarf, not the Last Troll, and obviously not Gaia. Who?

Anyway, at the words, Ladnikia awakes. She is alive inside my hook, and thirsty of blood and of a soul to swallow, to cage into her personal Hell. And the memories of my two ancestors that millenia ago were bearer of Ladnikia, surface in my brain. And I know, finally, how holding this sword with an artificial limb means immensely depowering her. I know how the true power of the blade lies in the intimate relation between the sword and the swordsman. A power that has been negated to me in the same moment the sword has been given to me, because the price to acquire Ladnikia was the hand itself.

A price it was asked to me to preserve my soul from the possession of the sword. But now, for the first time, I know that one day I will need the true power of Ladnikia, and I will have to sell my soul for.

And while the blade begins her dance in my hook, images of a crimson sea of blood, where a sel appointed god shouts at the world from a desert island, hit my mind. One time I saw an image like this, it was inside the head of Eugene, the man that killed the wife and the adopted son of Rypta Gud’n.

And I know that’s the mind of Adolf Hitler.

Fiend, I’m coming…