𝕾.

Das Blut entscheidet.

[Friedrich Nietzsche Notebook @QuoteNietzsche]

Nobody is more inferior than those who insist on being equal.

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

“You mistake proliferation for strength.

I watched a fledgling empire do the same. You spread your borders until they become meaningless, your blood diluted beyond recognition, and your descendants began mistaking inheritance for achievement.”

[Hive @NhumanHive]

Hive would listen to what the red skull said until reverting into his host body form. The face of former shield and hydra agent Grant Ward.

"The fact that you been busy and the rest of Hydra leaders have been working overtime says alot. But I assure you Skull, that we are

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

The transmission had been disseminated through a network that should have died with its architects.

It had not.

And now, The Winter Soldier had been given his first name.

The rest belonged to him.

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐙.

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

The faint illumination of a dial cast its colour across the black leather, across brass fittings, across the dust which had gathered upon everything but the instruments themselves. ——

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

“It has survived, certainly. But in its survival it has learned to mistake longevity for legitimacy. Its blood has changed. Its ideology has diluted. You have allowed it to grow beyond the hand that conceived it, until it no longer remembers the purpose for which it was born.”

[Hive @NhumanHive]

"HYDRA will always welcome you @BLUTFREVEL , but two different HYDRA's now stand tall."

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

“Present? Nothing.

I reveal. The frailties beneath civility; blood beneath skin; instinct beneath law; rot beneath the ornamentation of civilisation.

You are a machine, Megatron.

You understand what happens when a system mistakes function for virtue.”

[Megatron @Mega_Cron]

"Tell me organic creature @BLUTFREVEL , what exactly do you present in this multiverse."

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

For several seconds, nobody moved. Traffic continued around them, oblivious. Then somebody screamed, and the city looked up.

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

[𝕾. @BLUTFREVEL]

Her hands hung open. Her fingers were dark where her nails had been. But, strangely, her mouth had been left intact. Perhaps deliberately; the final indignity of a mouth left parted upon the silence of someone who had spent her final hours screaming. ——