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[b]May 15th, 1945. Somewhere between Friedrichskoog and Neuhaus, Germany[/b]

The fog that surrounded Heinrich was as thick as pea soup, blocking out just about every sound that wasn't his own breathing or his heartbeat. He honestly felt as if he was completely alone instead of traveling with a few trusted followers. Such fogs weren't unheard of, but it was weird none the less. 

For Heinrich Himmler, it seemed to perfectly reflect the state of his mind; For the first time in his life, he couldn't see where he was going, couldn't tell what was happening in the world around him but he knew that if he wanted to survive the fall of the Reich he needed to keep moving for him to have chance to escape the invisible noose of Allied and Soviet solders that was tightening around his neck. 

After what felt like hours of walking blindly, the fog started to lighten up and the sun started to shine properly. Looking up at the bright blue sky for a moment, Heinrich felt the horrible weight of the world ease if only for a moment. Maybe everything wasn't as bad as it seemed? "It would seem that things are starting to look up for once." Heinrich offered, glad for the opportunity to break the awful silence for a change. 

"Yes, the world does seem to be getting a little brighter now a days, doesn't it Mr Himmler?" 

Heinrich stopped as utter horror flooded his mind. That voice didn't belong to any of his followers. Before he had the chance to turn around and try to defend himself he felt something coil around his neck and tighten, cutting off his air ways. Despite his efforts to struggle and breath whoever had jumped him seemed to have the strength of ten men and refused to budge or give any slack. Soon, the struggles grew weaker and Heinrich's body started to go limb. Soon, the world went dark and Heinrich Himmler knew no more.

With his self appointed task complete, Loki let out a grunt as he carefully laid the corpse of a man who frankly made Odin's questionable methods of maintaining order look like a joke on the ground. Taking a moment to look around at several other bodies, Loki sighed aloud a little at the work that he still needed to do... Before grinning a little. This was [b]sooo[/b] going to be worth it.   

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[b]May 20th, 1945. Paris, France[/b]

The atmosphere in Paris was ablaze with good cheer and excitement as the news spread to more and more people by word of mouth, but in order to get the solid, known facts of the story all one had to do was look at just about any newspaper worth reading. Heinrich Himmler, one of the leaders of the Reich and the mastermind behind the horrors of the death camps that the Reich sent those it deemed unworthy of life, had been confirmed dead. A tip off from an unknown source to a possible safe house the monster was hold up in had ended with them finding Heinrich's body hanging from a tree out the back, all evidence suggesting that he took his own life rather then be caught and put on trail for his crimes against humanity. 

As welcome as news of the bastard death had been, that wasn't what was so juicy about the whole thing; Found on Heinrich's body was a last will and testament that was written in Himmlers own handwriting confessing that after his last few followers had abandoned him to try and save themselves and reflecting on his life and works, Heinrich found himself horrified at the things he had done in the name of the Nazi ideology and the Reich. Renouncing the Nazi ideology, the Reich and all of the things that had been created in its twisted image, Heinrich's tear soaked farewell begged his loved ones and God to forgive him. 

At his table at a more or less random coffee shop, Loki (In the guise of an American solder on leave) couldn't help but smile a little as he reread the story in the paper while sipping his cup of coffee. Oh, of course there will be voices that claimed that the will was a planted fake (Which it was) but Loki hadn't been known as the God of Lies for nothing. For all intents and purposes Himmler might as well have written the damn thing himself; Maybe one day humans might come up with a way to figure out that Himmler hadn't written his last will and confession, but by that point the damage would have already been done.

All Loki had to do was sit back, drink his coffee and enjoy watching the few remaining pieces of the Nazi Reich burn down.