Interrogation of The Blood God, one of the right-hand men of The Blood Knight (January 2009)

The Blood God, tied up in a full-body straightjacket and chained to the floor, sits in an empty, fully-padded room. Large, bright lights are pointed onto him. In each of the four corners of the darkened room, there stands a Trust security guard, holding a full-auto assault rifle. A figure steps out from the shadows, in front of The Blood God. It introduces itself as Bosch and asks The Blood God to tell his life story. The convict sniggers, then starts giggling like mad. The figure doesn't move a muscle, stoically waiting for the convict to begin. Once he stops laughing, The Blood God begins his self-indulgent, conceited tale:

I was born in the 17th century, of a long and proud lineage. From my father's side, I was descended from Saladin, that great warrior of the Crusades. Unfortunatly I had not inherited his gifts and was a hot-tempered young lad. I slew my first man at the age of 17 and i was expelled from the villiage. All the way as I traveled to to Damascus, I thought of the rush I had as I spilled his blood, the iron taste that was on my lips. I craved for more.

As I enlisted in the Ottoman Army, hungry to take lives. I served all across the Empire, killing Christians, Shiites and many more. eventually my time was up in the army and I fled to Italy, where I fed on the blood of others, leaving a winded trail of dead and mutilated victims in my path. I traveled to the New World, hungry for a challenge, someone whose blood would have been worthy to spill.

I did not find such a person.

I fought in the Colonial Rebellion, biting through the throats of so many British and Indian warriors. I believe they called me He-who-is-a-curse, it was a name I bore with pride and a battlecry I yelled right before the fatal bite. I left the war a bitter man, seeking a enemy whose skill equalled my own, whose ruthlessness equalled my own.

Africa at the height of the Scramble was my home, as I was known as Allen Quartermain, the man who Africa would not let go. it was there I entered my few moments of peace and relaxation, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh and mind. I was also called the son of Anansi, the Spider god of trickery. Fear me sons of Africa, for the Blood God has come with a vengance.

I travelled to Imperial China, where I slaughtered thousands in my quest for my desire. I eventually ended up in Tibet, where I became a peaceful monk striving to reach Nirvana. that ended once the Great War began, and I travelled to Russia, where I served on the Eastern Front, hoping to find a challenge. As Baron Ungern von Sternberg, I refined my tastes, fixating on the Jews, so arrogant and fat off the work of hardened Russians, men whose blood tasted so much sweeter than that of the corpulent Jew.

After Mongolia and my “death” I returned to Tibet for a short time, basking in serenity before once more entering the crisis that was the Japanese-Chinese War. armed with blades crafted by the monks, who by now had considered me their God of War, I traveled to Manchuria where I killed Japanese by the hundreds, most especially enjoying the Banzai charges. I then traveled back once more to the Eastern Front of Russia, where I fought in Stalingrad and then Kursk.

Ah Stalingrad, paradise on earth, where I finally found the truth: there is no love, no hate, there is only Death and those who defeat it. So many dead Soviets and Germans at my hands, killing for the smallest of insults. A sniper once pushed me down to avoid artillery, I slit his throat two days later and took his woman, a hellcat. from here came 2 children, each a proud servant of the Soviet Union and a member of the NKVD.

I then went to America, where I served in Korea and later Vietnam. if Stalingrad was heaven then Vietnam was a close second. these were men who welcomed Death with glee, unlike my cowardly comrades who fought from the air and called it victory. I fought with the axe and the knife, and often leapt from my helicopter to fight in the trees and on the grounds. They called me the child of death.

From there I went to Africa, participating the mass killings of the Congo and Rwanda. It was there that I took the time to truly enjoy the better half of mankind. As far as I know, I have 100 sons there spawned of Hutu and Tutsi mothers, some as young as 15 and others as old as 50. They are now proud warriors in the Rwandan military forces all of them, and just as murderous as their old man. It is good none of my progney or theirs are Immortal, for I would not wish the competition.

I served in Iran and Iraq, and fell more than once to the cowardly use of chemical attacks. though it thrilled me to ends unachieved since Vietnam, and occasionally in Rwanda, I grew bored once more, and traveled to Somalia. After Somalia it was Iraq and Afganistan once more, killing indiscrimenatly. I even took on the persona of a long dead Arab known as Zarqawi, and his local wives were most enjoyable. after an Airstrike on my base, I left for greener pastures, most notably Zimbabwe. I am there now, taking my toll on the locals, who beg the forgeiners to help to do something.

I so enjoy their screams, the Screams of those who would give their Blood to the Blood God.

Too bad we caught you, thought Bosch. You're insane enough to still think you're in Zimbabwe. No matter. Hopefully, you and your leader will soon receive your much-deserved and much-belated punishment. It's bad enough that you've already done far too much damage in this world's history…

Birth Name: Unknown
Birth Date: 17th century (if his claims are to be believed)
Birth Place: Presumably somewhere in the Middle East.
Status at Birth: Son of a family with noble lineage, with his father being a descendant of Saladin. (if his claims are to be believed)
Relation to other Eternals: One of the right-hand men to The Blood Knight, with his professional and ideological rival being The Bloodsinger, another right-hand man.
Current Pseudonym: The Blood God
Past Pseudonyms:
The Hashasheen
He-who-is-a-curse
Allan Quartermain
Baron Ungern von Sternberg
Abu Musab al-Zarqawi (wasn't him, only took his identity after his death)
Current Home: The secret top-security detention facility of The Eternals' Trust.
Past Homes: Various places around the world, spreading terror, murder, violence, genocide and often serving the criminal schemes of Rogue Eternals.
Current Occupation: Henchman of The Blood Knight in private, mercenary and hired assasin in public.
Past Occupations: Mercenary, hired assasin, warlord, war criminal, terrorist.
Skills: REDACTED
Languages Spoken: Many.

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