VICTIM OF TIME AND SPACE: ONE SOUL AGAINST FIVE ARMIES

Luna opened her eyes again. She was sitting on a leather armchair in a well-furnished room in what appeared to be a mansion. There was a small table next to her, and another chair behind it. On the table was a pitcher with a single rose in it, with a small cup next to it. Overall, the room still had a few bookcases, a large chandelier, and an expensive silk rug on the floor. Luna looked at herself. She was dressed in an old-fashioned black dress and the same stockings, overall her clothes resembled quite a modern style of "gothic lolita" with fashion elements of the distant past. In addition, her body was much smaller than in the normal world and her skin was very pale. Continuing to slowly look around the room, she stood up and walked over to the closet, in the glass of which she was able to get a better look at herself. Indeed, there was little in the new body that resembled the old - bright blue eyes, long blond hair, in short, the Aryan ideal. Soon footsteps were heard, and an elderly man in an SS uniform entered the room; she could not get a good look at his buttonholes, and she was not very familiar with German ranks, but judging by his age and uniform, he was obviously of a rather high rank, perhaps a colonel or even a major-general. Standing at the entrance, he addressed the girl at once: - Hey Emilia, let's go, it's already set up. Luna nodded silently and followed the officer. Here she was suddenly "opened" some memories and knowledge of her new body - her name is Emilia, she is 9 years old, it is March 4, 1945. She is in East Prussia, in the territory of the Greater German Reich, and the Reich is doing very badly now. East Prussia is slowly being crushed by the Red Army, and soon the Russians will reach here. It's on an estate called Großerfriedhof, with the not-so-pretty meaning of "big cemetery". As the girl was comprehending this information, she soon found herself on the street next to the aforementioned officer, who, incidentally, turned out to be an SS Standartenführer. She was shown a dozen people in camp robes lined up in a row near some pit. Soon there were several ordinary SS men in beautiful black uniforms, with swastika armbands on their sleeves, the sight of which attracted Luna's attention. Listening to their commander's orders, the soldiers raised their MP-40s and opened fire, killing all the prisoners in short bursts. They fell into a communal pit, and the pandering officers, including the Standartenführer himself, applauded the firing squad. A delighted Luna/Emilia joined them, watching as the squad leader bowed to the crowd after the successful execution. The procedure was over and the crowd of officers gradually dispersed into the mansion grounds and surrounding lands, the girl and the Standartenfuhrer retiring to the room she had left from in her first few minutes in this timeline. After a few hours, the Standartenführer took her with him again, this time to a huge hall, where, to all appearances, a huge feast had been organized. It was more like a plague feast, but it was mandatory to attend, and it had to be said, judging by the faces of those who showed up, no one minded. Luna/Emilia watched as six people brought the main course into the room on a long tray covered with a large iron lid. To everyone's cheers, they placed the tray on the table and removed the lid, showing the gathered crowd the result of their labor. On the tray lay a well-fried baby body, with its hands bound and stuffed with garlic in cuts on its thighs, dill and other spices in numerous symmetrical cuts on different parts of its body. The body was lying on its back, the stomach was opened and the insides were given to the tasters, but there was no liver, for some reason it was not served. The Standartenfuhrer carefully cut off a piece of lung and chewed it slowly before cutting off another one and holding it out to Luna/Emilia on a fork, saying: - Try it, little girls' lungs are the most delicious and tender meat! Too bad it's always so scarce The girl ate the piece without hesitation. As it turned out, the officer was not lying at all, well-cooked lungs are really delicious. For the next half an hour she tasted kidneys, heart, ate one finger and even had the honor to taste an eye, which was very honorable, because it was desired by almost all of those present. The second eye was eaten by the commander of the firing squad, who had recently been applauded by everyone in the street. It was quite late, and it was dark outside the window, just like in the dimension where Luna/Emilia had met the divine entity. There was nothing left on the table, the bones of the eaten body were neatly laid out on the tray, and the ropes that had bound his hands were there as well. The rest of the food and drinks were also slowly eaten, and people slowly dispersed. When Luna/Emilia stood up and was about to leave, she was stopped for a moment by a tall SS man, one of those who had recently shot the prisoners. - Hey, are you Emilia? Tomorrow it'll be you, get ready. The German pointed his finger at the skeleton, clarifying exactly what she would become tomorrow. Leaving the hall, the girl found another confirmation of this information in the corridor, where hung a whole schedule of feasts for this month. One of the officers, passing by, crossed out today's date and the victim's name, making it clear that it was Emilia who was next. Not that she was opposed to the idea; the thought of being killed and eaten was something she liked. All that was left was to wait. Her sleeping place was in the room where the Standartenführer lived, and before going to bed he had not missed the opportunity to use her as a woman, leaving semen and a few bruises as a reminder of himself, after which he had turned away and fallen fast asleep. *** The next morning and afternoon were about the same. The changes didn't begin until the evening, half an hour before the girl was to go to the kitchen and be beautifully murdered by a sharpened cleaver with gold flecks that belonged to some ancient earl who had founded the estate. The change started with gunshots somewhere in the yard, continued with the declaration of an alarm, and eventually led to Luna/Emilia hiding unarmed in the attic, sitting behind some sort of crate in the dark. She watched as an SS man with an automatic rifle ran into the attic, firing bursts downward, and as he took an accurate hit to the head, sprawled out on the floor. Then footsteps were heard, and soldiers in protective-colored uniforms and helmets came up to the attic. - Hey, check the attic, if there's anyone there, kill them on the spot, get the unarmed ones down here! - Aye, commander! The two fighters raised their weapons and scouted the attic, kicking all sorts of crates and firing at the far corners, into the darkness. Eventually, they ran into Luna/Emilia from both sides at the same time and simultaneously exclaimed victoriously, kicking her legs. The unresisting girl was beaten with PPSh rifle butts and thrown down the stairs, then they came down themselves and dragged her past the corpse of the Standartenführer, dragging her out into the street where other soldiers were walking around, dumping all sorts of paper junk into a mound on the site of a long-buried pit where the corpses of those shot yesterday had fallen. The Soviet soldiers booed the girl, did not hesitate to beat her again and spit in her face, and then three others tied her to a large wooden board and dragged her to the mountain of waste paper, waiting for the commissar to arrive. The commissar, unlike most of those present, was able to speak German and told loli clearly what awaited her: - For participating in the unjustifiable crimes of the German fascist regime, supporting the anti-people war and the extermination of the proletariat, I sentence you to purification by fire! Two soldiers just pulled up a canister filled with gasoline drained from the Horch staff car and splashed it on the papers, another soldier brought a torch from the mansion to illuminate the basement, and.... Shots rang out indiscriminately, the soldier with the torch fell dead, the commissar had no time to turn around and was killed on the spot. There was a grenade explosion, and several soldiers standing nearby were scattered in different directions. A group of parachutists in unknown uniforms burst into the courtyard, they sowed panic in the ranks of the Soviet fighters and scared them away, pushing them out of the courtyard and forcing them to fight in the wooded areas. At this time, two parachutists climbed the pile of paper, cut the ropes and freed Luna/Emilia, after which they dragged her over the fence and threw her into the back of their truck, where they got in themselves and quickly drove away. The others seemed to have stayed outside the mansion, and the regrouping Russians had already clamped them inside the building, but it didn't matter. The kidnappers were kamikaze parachutists from the Japanese Empire, most of whom had volunteered to stay behind to hold the enemy on the estate, giving the truck time to get away. At breakneck speed, it sped down a forest road in still German-controlled territory and after about an hour stopped on the shore of the Baltic Sea, blowing cold winds over the soldiers. The Japanese pulled the battered Luna/Emilia out under Nazi supervision and took her with them to a small submarine, which soon sailed away from the shore and loaded, sailing through the Denmark Strait into the Atlantic, then the Pacific and docking at the port of Dalian in Manchukuo, in Japanese territory.