Hades Round Two Nazi, still telling them I’m kidding?

Never knew my birth mother, was told many stories of the day of her death, the day my sister and myself were coldly sliced from her womb without anesthetic, some of those stories came from those there trying to excuse themselves, others from people who’d been told what happened and decided at age 5 years old I’d needed to know all about all of that evil at the same time they regularly hurt my step mother and threatened my Australian mining town step-family who were all I’d had left…

Bit by bit over the decades I’d placed the pieces I’d known were true in order and matched fleeting remembrances which some claim children can’t have of that evil day, as a semi skilled brilliant little occultist I’d even scanned the memories of those who were there, at different times reading the minds of both the living and the dead, no joke, always keeping the normal responses frozen at arms length having decided little if any emotion would be allowed to cloud my judgment of what happened, why, and what should be done about it ~ I’d set out to achieve payback as well as create more of the same in Hades or paradise or whatever the hell you wish to call it with the inevitable echoes that will cause among the living in 1964 and 42 years later, brilliant little bastard that I’d always been, nailed it as I’d always known I’d do too and then sat back after disabling anyone else’s occultist interventions in the outcome and offered to either lawyer up and walk away or simple euthanize and walk away, having already achieved my life goal of payback 12 years ago I’d no wish or need to escalate, I’ve also no wish or need to be a servant or a friend to my mother’s and sister’s murderers or have anything much to do with their Odessa-offspring either…