A Scripta

The Overlord came around the doorframe of Ges' room.  "Heil Hitler," Ges saluted.

The Overlord waved a hand in dismissal.  "[Eule senses something wrong.]"

"[That...that...creature.  Havoc.]"

The Overlord crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.  "['Creature?']"

"[It's not a man.  It's something, something else.]"

"[No, it's not a man.]"

"[It was fine before it came back. Now it's different.  It makes my hair stand on end.  The people that follow it are empty.]" He shivered.  "[Except that demon.]"

"[Are you afraid of Havoc,] Geistmeister?" he said, using Ges' full name.  The name itself meant "Ghost Master" or "Shadow Master".  He didn't raise an eyebrow, look curiously at him, or mean anything negative by the question.

Ges sat down on the cot in the room.  "[I am afraid of what it can do to me.]"

"[Those that follow it did so voluntarily.  They knew what they wanted.  They were willing to give up themselves.]"  The Overlord leaned against the doorframe. "[You will someday be as powerful as you used to be.  It takes time, Geistmeister, and constant use of your powers.  But here is where you're stronger right now: it will never be a man, no matter what it does.]"

Ges looked up at his commanding officer and whispered, "[What if that's not what it wants to be?]"

The Overlord looked steadily at him.  "[Then evil is loose upon the world.]"