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It was very shortly after I put an end to Operation: Eisenfaust that those damn Nazis immediately performed a counter attack. In this case, they attacked the secret OSA base where the Spear of Destiny had been tucked away in after I had last recovered it. It turns out they placed a tiny tracking device within the spear’s pole, which explained how they were able to find it.
Since I was considered to be the one-man army who was best at fighting the Reich, I was tasked by the OSA Director with the new mission of retrieving the Spear yet again. Following the attack that occurred on the base, we ironically used a prototype tracking device of our own to figure out where the Spear was going to be taken to next. As it turned out, it was a place I had been to before:
Castle Wolfenstein.
I have once been captured and imprisoned there twice before, but fortunately; I had a knife on hand. I used it to kill the guards when they checked on me. On the second time, I stole his boots since they took mine, thinking I'd never be able to escape without them, but I proved them wrong. It was because of how I would be returning to this castle that the mission received its name of Operation: Familiar Grounds. It was a fitting name – one that had luckily not been discovered by the Nazis – and it was cryptic enough for those not in the know to guess what it was for.
It was April 20th 1945. In the dead of night, I parachuted down from a plane to a warehouse that was on the road towards Castle Wolfenstein. There was a large truck inside, complete with Swastika flags on its side, and it was obvious where it would be headed. I made sure no one was around when I made my way into the back of the truck and hid behind some of the large crates and barrels that were there.
Some guards carried on a few more crates and barrels, so I tucked myself further back where I was hiding. No one saw me, and when I heard the door on the back of the truck clunking in place, I knew everything was ready to go.
The truck drove off and I peeked up from my hiding spot, gazing at the forest area around me as the vehicle moved closer and closer to its destination. I recognised every little bit of the journey despite how it was in reverse, so I definitely knew I was on the right path.
Then it stopped altogether. I had arrived at the place I was now ironically breaking into. I stayed in hiding for a minute until I knew the coast was clear, so peeked up from behind the crates and climbed out of the truck. From the garage section of the castle I made my way into a dark corridor, my knife in hand and ready to use if need be. I turned left and saw a guard standing over a table. Beyond him were some stairs that led further into the castle and I knew there was no way I could slip past him without being spotted.
I carefully creeped up behind him and, once I knew I had a good shot, tossed my knife into the back of his neck. He collapsed instantly, spluttering with a lot of blood coming out. As soon as I knew he was dead, I stole his uniform and luger pistol, and made my way up the stairs. I wore his clothes on top of mine, helmet and all, giving me a greater advantage with stealth.
At one point, I passed an incineration chamber where a pile of shoes was outside. I glanced through the small window on the metal door, many charred bodies of the innocent lives taken by those Nazi scum lying on a heap within the metal room. I was just like them – Jewish – and I refused to see another of my people wind up the way they did.
I entered a large hallway, were an SS was sitting at a table eating a meal of some kind with a German Shephard guard dog by his feet. I slipped passed him and was almost free to enter the next hallway when something jumped on my back. I turned around, finding that the German Shephard had been drawn to me. Even without my disguise, it recognised me from all the propaganda the Reich had made against me. It barked angrily, gaining the SS’s attention.
“Spion!” he yelled, equipping his MP40. I pulled out my pistol and fired at him, hitting him square in the face before shooting his dog. I decided to shed my disguise completely knowing that the whole place probably knew I was there now, so I also chose to equip the MP40 which he no longer needed.
I ran on, looking in all the different rooms to see which one held the Spear. In one room there was a scientist, and with him appeared to be a giant rat of some kind. There were rumours that they had been experimenting on animals, so it appeared to be true. He sent it to attack me, but a few shots from the MP40 soon took it down. Elsewhere, the scientist equipped what appeared to be a magazine-fed auto-shotgun, which he began to fire towards me. I ran into the room, dodging his shots by jumping onto the floor, luckily coming across a small satchel that contained stick grenades. I threw one in his direction, and before he had time to react, it exploded and took him out. His weapon went flying across the room, and after I stood back up, I acquired it in place of my previous weapon.
I continued searching for the Spear, running up and down many fleets of stairs as I searched the castle. After making my way down one lot of stairs, there was a squad of SS ready to attack me. They all wielded MP40s, but my auto-shotgun was more than enough to take them down. As I ran on down the corridor further, an officer in a white uniform wielding a chaingun crossed my path. Again, my own weapon was too much for him to handle, so once his face was blasted off, he dropped his own weapon and I took it in return of my own.
“Not a chance!” a voice suddenly yelled. It was yet another SS, this time wielding an FG42. He barely had a chance to fight as I fired the chaingun. Heck, he was probably dead from the first bullet, but they fired out so quickly and I did not care about who I was fighting that I chose to keep shooting him until I was sure he was down. The chaingun was the final version of what was known as the Venom Gun in early development.
The next room I came across had a sign outside of it which read ‘VICTOR BRAUN’. I kicked the door open, soon gazing upon a grey-haired man with a moustache and long brown leather coat.
“Herr Blazkowicz, we meet at last.”
He was seated at a desk which faced the opposite wall and turned to face me in his chair. He then stood up.
“Of course, you have come to retrieve the Spear.”
He gestured over to the object, which was held upright in a stand. He approached it and held it in his gloved hands. I raised my chaingun at him.
“Sadly, you shall never have it back.”
He fired a red laser beam out of it, which hit my chaingun and caused it to explode. He started to run off, exiting the room via another door which led to outside of the castle.
I gave chase, my weak luger being my weapon of choice against such a fantastical weapon. We both made it outside of the castle and into the forest, where a small graveyard stood. Braun fired green lasers at three different graves – two with a tombstone, the other a large cement block – leading to the supernatural. He had distracted me with the walking undead remains of two rotting and withered brown corpses and what appeared to be a skeleton warrior that carried a sword and shield. I had a frag grenade – just the one – on hand, which I threw towards the slow-moving trio. They explosion took them all out, the warrior’s bones shattering while the other two broke into dust.
With the undead defeated, my search for Braun and the Spear continued. For several minutes, I was running through the forest aimlessly, not knowing where either of them was.
That was when I heard loud metallic clanking.
Emerging from a cave was a large black bulky mech suit, larger than the ones used by many other Nazis I've slain, with a tiny head at the top of it. That head was Braun’s own, and built into one of the mech’s hands was the spear.
“This war shall not be won by the Allied Forces,” he called to me. “The Third Reich shall be victorious. Sieg Heil!”
He pointed the spear at a large open patch of grass, a red misty and flashing portal slowly forming on the ground while scorching it. A gigantic being with massive black horns slowly rose out, its red eyes staring at both of us as the portal faded.
“This is your Harbinger of Doom!” Braun laughed. “A being from Hell itself. Once it destroys you, the Third Reich will use it to ensure our victory.”
That was what he wanted, at least.
Before he knew it, Braun found himself and his mech being lifted up off of the ground by the immense power of the demon, which was even larger than his mech was. With little effort, it pulled him out of the oversized suit. He begged for it to obey him, but he had underestimated what he had planned. It crushed him between its fingers, dropping his lifeless and twisted body to the ground below along with the suit.
I had to stop that thing, and I knew the only way how. I cautiously ran up to the mech and yanked the Spear out of its arm. I pointed it at the Harbinger and used whatever thought that came into my head to power it.
A yellow beam shot out and hit the Harbinger. I had no idea if my wish of “get it out of here” would teleport it back to Hell, to someplace else in my world, or I was in the process of killing it.
“HUMAN!”
It spoke. It actually spoke.
“YEARS FROM NOW, MY KIND WILL FOREVER WISH TO KILL ONE OF YOUR DESCENDANTS. HEED MY WORDS!”
In an almighty flash, the creature disappeared, leaving behind only one of its arms and one of its legs. The Spear was now in my grasp, but it was shaking and glowing with power. I dropped it onto the ground, and to my shock, it too vanished. Had it been destroyed? There was no debris. Had it teleported somewhere else? If so, where?
It was not until around April 28th of that year, around the time I assassinated Hitler himself, that the Spear’s whereabouts were uncovered. It had made its way into Nuremberg and would be retrieved successfully – and permanently – by Allied Forces on that day.
Even when the war was over, I still think about what the Harbinger said. How would the creatures of Hell get into our world and pursue any of my descendants? How would they know about who they were? Of course, the Spear would have to be used to open up a gateway between this world and theirs, but it is now being guarded closely. I can only hope that its power does not become unstable like it did when I last used it.