Anastasia Romanov (Fate/Marvel)

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World War I (1914–1918): A Detailed Summary

Origins and Causes (Pre-1914)

World War I was rooted in a complex web of alliances, militarism, imperialism, and nationalism that had been building throughout the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The major powers of Europe were divided into two opposing alliances:

The Triple Entente: France, Russia, and the United Kingdom

The Triple Alliance: Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Italy (though Italy would later switch sides)

The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary in Sarajevo on June 28, 1914, by Gavrilo Princip, a Serbian nationalist, was the immediate spark. Austria-Hungary, with Germany's support, issued an ultimatum to Serbia. Serbia's partial rejection led Austria-Hungary to declare war on July 28, 1914.

The War Begins (1914)

July–August 1914: The system of alliances triggered a domino effect:

Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia

Russia mobilized in defense of Serbia

Germany declared war on Russia (Aug 1) and France (Aug 3)

Germany invaded Belgium to outflank France, prompting Britain to declare war on Germany (Aug 4)

The Schlieffen Plan: Germany's strategy aimed to quickly defeat France in the west before turning to fight Russia in the east. However, the plan stalled at the First Battle of the Marne (Sept 1914), where French and British forces halted the German advance.

Stalemate on the Western Front: After the Marne, both sides dug extensive trenches, stretching from the North Sea to Switzerland. This began the era of trench warfare, defined by brutal, static fighting with little territorial gain.

Expansion of the War (1915–1916)

Eastern Front: Unlike the West, the Eastern Front was more fluid. Germany and Austria-Hungary pushed back Russian forces, especially after the Gorlice-Tarnów Offensive (1915).

Ottoman Empire Joins (Late 1914): The Ottomans allied with Germany, opening fronts in the Middle East. The failed Gallipoli Campaign (1915–1916) saw British and ANZAC forces attempt to capture Constantinople but suffer heavy losses.

Italy Enters (1915): Italy switched sides, joining the Allies, hoping to gain territory from Austria-Hungary. Battles along the Isonzo River were costly with little gain.

Technological Warfare: New weapons changed the nature of combat:

Poison gas (first used in 1915)

Tanks (introduced by Britain in 1916)

Aircraft and submarines for reconnaissance, bombing, and naval warfare

The Battle of Verdun (1916): Germany's attempt to "bleed France white" resulted in one of the longest, bloodiest battles with over 700,000 casualties.

The Battle of the Somme (1916): A massive British-French offensive aimed to relieve Verdun. Despite initial hopes, it became a symbol of futile slaughter with over 1 million casualties.

Globalization of the Conflict (1917)

Russian Revolution: In March 1917, the Russian Tsar was overthrown. The Bolsheviks, led by Lenin, seized power in November 1917 and signed the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk (March 1918), pulling Russia out of the war.

The United States Enters (April 6, 1917): German unrestricted submarine warfare (sinking ships like the Lusitania) and the Zimmermann Telegram (a German proposal for a Mexican-German alliance) pushed the U.S. to join the Allies.

Middle Eastern Front: The Arab Revolt, supported by Britain's T.E. Lawrence ("Lawrence of Arabia"), weakened Ottoman control, leading to British victories in Palestine and Mesopotamia

The Endgame (1918)

The Spring Offensive (1918): With Russia out, Germany launched a final massive attack on the Western Front, aiming to win before American forces arrived in full strength. Initial gains were significant, but German forces were overstretched.

The Allied Counteroffensive: The Hundred Days Offensive (Aug–Nov 1918) pushed Germany back. The arrival of fresh American troops and dwindling German morale turned the tide decisively.

Collapse of Central Powers:

Bulgaria surrendered (Sept 1918)

Ottoman Empire signed an armistice (Oct 1918)

Austria-Hungary collapsed under internal revolutions (Nov 1918)

Germany: Facing revolution at home, Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated on Nov 9, 1918. The Armistice of Compiègne was signed on Nov 11, 1918, ending the fighting.

Aftermath and Consequences (1919 and Beyond)

Human Cost: Over 16 million dead (soldiers and civilians) and 21 million wounded. Entire regions of Europe were devastated.

Treaty of Versailles (1919):

Germany was forced to accept "war guilt", disarm, lose territory, and pay heavy reparations.

New nations were created from the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman Empires (e.g., Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia, Iraq).

Legacy: The harsh terms of Versailles fueled resentment, particularly in Germany, sowing the seeds for World War II. The war also marked the end of old empires and the beginning of modern geopolitical shifts, including the rise of the U.S. and Soviet Union as future superpowers.

The Rise and Fall of Pablo Escobar

1. Early Life and Entry into Crime (1949-1975)

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria was born on December 1, 1949, in Rionegro, Antioquia, Colombia. Raised in Medellín, Escobar grew up in a modest household. His mother was a schoolteacher, and his father was a farmer. From a young age, Escobar displayed both ambition and a disregard for authority, qualities that would shape his criminal empire.

Escobar began his criminal activities in his teens, engaging in petty crimes like stealing gravestones to resell and small-scale smuggling operations. By the early 1970s, he had graduated to more lucrative ventures, including the contraband cigarette trade and car theft. His entry into the drug trade came through connections with established traffickers, eventually leading him to recognize the immense profit potential of cocaine.

2. The Formation of the Medellín Cartel (1976-1980)

In 1976, Escobar founded the Medellín Cartel, which would grow to dominate the global cocaine trade. Recognizing the rising demand for cocaine in the United States, Escobar organized an efficient supply chain: coca leaves were cultivated in Peru and Bolivia, processed into cocaine in Colombia, and then smuggled into the U.S. via sophisticated networks.

Escobar's operations expanded rapidly due to his strategic use of violence and corruption. His policy of "plata o plomo" (silver or lead) offered officials a choice between accepting bribes or facing assassination. This ruthless approach allowed him to control key figures in law enforcement, politics, and the judiciary, effectively shielding his empire from legal consequences.

3. The Height of Power (1980-1989)

By the mid-1980s, Escobar was the most powerful drug lord in the world. The Medellín Cartel was responsible for smuggling an estimated 80% of the cocaine entering the United States, generating billions of dollars annually. At the peak of his wealth, Escobar's fortune was estimated at $30 billion, making him one of the richest men globally.

Escobar used his wealth to cultivate a Robin Hood image, funding housing projects, sports facilities, and public works in impoverished neighborhoods of Medellín. This garnered him widespread support among the poor, who saw him as a benefactor despite his criminal activities.

However, his violence escalated as he fought against extradition policies that threatened to send him to the United States for trial. Escobar's war against the Colombian government included the bombing of Avianca Flight 203 in 1989, which killed 110 people, and the assassination of numerous politicians, judges, and journalists.

4. Decline and Pursuit (1990-1993)

Facing mounting pressure from both Colombian authorities and the U.S. government, Escobar negotiated a deal in 1991 to surrender in exchange for leniency. He was imprisoned in his self-built luxury prison, "La Catedral," which featured amenities like a soccer field, a jacuzzi, and a bar. However, Escobar continued to manage his empire from within.

When the government attempted to transfer him to a standard prison in 1992, Escobar escaped, triggering a massive manhunt. The Colombian government, with U.S. support from agencies like the DEA and CIA, launched "Search Bloc," a special task force dedicated to capturing him. Additionally, the vigilante group Los Pepes (People Persecuted by Pablo Escobar), composed of his enemies, targeted his associates and assets.

5. Death and Legacy (1993-Present)

On December 2, 1993, Escobar was located in a middle-class neighborhood in Medellín. After a brief gunfight with Colombian National Police, he was shot and killed on a rooftop. While it's debated whether he was killed by police or took his own life, his death marked the end of the Medellín Cartel's dominance.

Escobar's legacy is complex. He is remembered as both a brutal criminal responsible for thousands of deaths and a folk hero who provided for the poor. His life has been extensively chronicled in media, influencing popular culture worldwide. However, his reign also left a lasting impact on Colombia, contributing to decades of violence and instability.

Today, Colombia continues to grapple with the consequences of the drug trade that Escobar helped to globalize, even as his story serves as a cautionary tale about the destructive power of unchecked ambition and criminal enterprise.

High School DxD Fanfiction: The Fallen Halo

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of an Angel

Darkness. That was the first thing she felt. Not the comforting darkness of sleep, but an abyssal void, suffocating and endless. Memories flickered like dying embers—a life lost, a death not mourned. But then, light pierced through, not the warm embrace of salvation, but an intrusive brilliance that forced her back into existence.

Gabriel opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her was a swirl of divine patterns, etched with symbols of Heaven's glory. Her body felt weightless, yet burdened with an overwhelming power surging beneath her flawless skin. As she sat up, strands of golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her cerulean eyes reflecting a purity that no longer belonged to her.

This body... she thought, flexing fingers that radiated with ethereal grace. So this is Gabriel, the Archangel. The "strongest and most beautiful" of Heaven's warriors.

But she was not Gabriel—not truly. She was someone else, a soul from another world, another time. A person who had lived, died, and now... been reborn.

And this time, I'll rule it all.

She stood, wings unfurling with a sound like the rustle of silk. Eight majestic, luminous appendages glowed with divine energy, yet they felt like mere tools to her. Instruments of power, not symbols of holiness.

"Gabriel," a voice called softly, melodic and serene. She turned to see Michael, Heaven's leader, his expression gentle, unaware of the darkness now housed within his sister's vessel.

"Brother," Gabriel replied, her voice like a hymn, masking the venom beneath. "It's good to see you."

Michael smiled, stepping closer, oblivious to the predator behind the angelic facade.

Fool, Gabriel mused. They all are.

Chapter 2: Masks and Machinations

Days passed, and Gabriel adapted quickly. She played her role perfectly—the embodiment of virtue, kindness, and grace. Angels revered her, devils respected her, and humans worshipped her. But beneath the surface, she plotted.

Knowledge from her past life merged with divine intellect, creating strategies no one could foresee. She learned of the factions—Heaven, Hell, the Fallen, and the humans caught in between. Each was a piece on her chessboard.

Her first move? The Fallen Angels.

Under the guise of diplomacy, Gabriel approached Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels. Azazel, sharp and perceptive, sensed something different about Gabriel but couldn't place it.

"You're not as naïve as you once were," Azazel remarked, sipping his drink, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Gabriel smiled serenely. "Time changes us all, doesn't it?"

They talked of peace, of cooperation, but beneath the words was a dance of manipulation. Gabriel planted seeds of doubt, whispered ideas of power, of domination masked as unity. Azazel listened, intrigued, unaware that he was already ensnared.

Chapter 3: Cracks in the Halo

Gabriel's influence grew subtly. Angels began to question, devils grew wary, and even Serafall Leviathan felt the ripple of change. She confronted Gabriel during a diplomatic meeting, her playful demeanor replaced by suspicion.

"You're different," she stated bluntly, her sapphire eyes piercing.

Gabriel chuckled softly. "Perhaps I've just matured."

But Serafall wasn't convinced. She watched Gabriel closely, and Gabriel knew it. Yet she welcomed the challenge. After all, what was a game without worthy opponents?

In the shadows, Gabriel's true plans unfolded. Not just to dominate Heaven, but to reshape all existence. Angels, devils, humans—all would kneel before her.

Because in the end, she thought, standing atop Heaven's highest spire, even the purest halo can cast the darkest shadow.

Anastasia Romanov (Fate/Marvel)

When you find yourself reincarnated as Anastasia Romanov, the Grand Duchess of Russia and a princess of Romanov Dynasty—in a Nasuverse and Marvel fusion world, no less—what will you do?

Can you prevent crumbling empires or forge them anew?

Well, why bother with political bullshit when you can simply freeze them and play in Godlike Mode?

This is your tale—the tale of Anastasia Romanov, the future Tsarina of Russia.

Long may she reign!

Tags[»]: Yuri, Dark, Comedy, R-18, Yandere, Empire Building, Multiverse Chat Group (Maybe), Strong Love Interest, Overpowered MC, Invincible

Chapter 1: Birth of Princess

"She is a girl, Sire," the midwife said softly, handing over the newborn baby girl to the current Russian Emperor, Nicholas II.

His expression darkened, his face unmistakably clouded with disappointment.

Even the Empress, Alexandra Feodorovna, could not completely mask her discontent. She had hoped for a son after having two daughters; they longed for an heir to the throne—a son, not another daughter.

The weight of their expectations hung heavy in the room.

However, Alexandra, ever the dutiful wife, quickly composed herself. She forced a gentle smile and said reassuringly, "We can try again later, Nicky. She is still our daughter, our flesh and blood. Don't wear such an expression in front of her."

"Nicky"—this is how she affectionately addressed him, a name that, though somewhat feminine and lacking the commanding tone of a ruler, however, Nicholas II like it.

It was a sign of their closeness, a bond that transcended formalities.

As the tender nickname washed over him, Nicholas shook off his stupor and managed a small smile.

He gently cradled the baby girl handed to him by the midwife, holding her carefully in his arms as though the weight of the world rested in this tiny being.

"What do you think would be a fitting name for her, Alix?" Nicholas asked, his tone softening as he looked at his wife, using her pet name in return.

Alexandra's smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"How about Anastasia?" she suggested.

There was significance in that name—Anastasia, meaning "resurrection" in Greek, symbolized hope and renewal. It was not just a name; it was a promise of new beginnings for them and their little girl. The name Anastasia also held cultural weight in Russia, often linked to the traditions of Orthodox Christianity.

"Yes, Anastasia…" Nicholas II echoed, his voice filled with warmth.

"It is a fine name. Then, she shall be Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova," he declared, his pride inescapable, as if he too believed in the symbolic power of the name.

"May God bless her, Amen."

"Amen," Alexandra whispered in agreement.

And so it was how Anastasia was brought into the world.

But as the name was spoken aloud, something curious happened—the baby girl's eyes fluttered open, wide and aware.

She did not cry as newborns usually do.

For a brief moment, it was as though she understood her rebirth into the royal family as Anastasia Romanova, so much so that she seemed to forget to cry at all.

While everyone in the room remained blissfully unaware, lost in their own reveries, one person noticed.

The midwife, standing silently nearby, looked at the newborn with a strange expression, her brow furrowed in confusion.

There was something unusual about this child.

A baby who did not cry at birth—it was a subtle, yet unsettling omen.

"Sire, may I borrow your daughter for a short while?" the midwife inquired politely, bowing her head in deference.

Nicholas II, who had been absorbed in his own world of joy and contentment at the prospect of having another child, was visibly displeased by the sudden interruption from this woman.

His expression darkened as he glared at her with clear irritation.

"No. You've already performed your duties," he said coldly. "Now, you may leave."

The midwife, sensing the Tsar's impatience and knowing that any further attempts to speak would only provoke more hostility, could do nothing but quietly concede.

She bowed again and exited the room without another word, understanding full well that mentioning the peculiar behavior of the newborn would only worsen the situation.

There was no point in reminding him.

Thus, she resigned herself to silence and left.

As Anastasia gazed upon her mother, she was struck by the odd familiarity of her features, which bore a striking resemblance to her adult version, Anastasia Romanova, the FGO heroine frequently talked by weebs in gacha games and webnovel.

A complicated, almost constipated expression formed on her face as she reflected on her bizarre situation.

She wasn't entirely sure whether to feel concerned or relieved.

After all, let's be realistic—compared to the brutal reality of history, the Nasuverse offered a much more favorable playing field. Here, she could potentially alter the course of events, overturn the revolution, and thwart the rise of Communism, provided she played her cards wisely.

First and foremost, she needed to find Viy and form a contract with the elemental creature. With Viy's power on her side, her personal strength would be assured.

The next step would be to secure a decisive victory in the Russo-Japanese War by ensuring her father remained vigilant against Japan's notorious sneak attacks, such as the one that struck Port Arthur without warning.

Japan's naval superiority, which had been so pivotal historically, could be turned against them if she acted swiftly.

If she managed to secure Viy's loyalty and sent the creature to aid her father in the war, freezing those who dared to stand against them, she could transform the very seas the Japanese relied on into their graveyard.

The waters that once symbolized their dominance would instead become their tomb.

Unconsciously, her infant body was overcome by the basic needs of a baby, and hunger suddenly struck her.

Her mind, still that of a baby in some ways, urged her to cry for her mother's milk.

"Give her to me, Nicky," Alexandra, recognizing her daughter's hunger, gently urged her husband to hand over the baby.

"Ah, yes, yes," Nicholas II muttered distractedly, subconsciously passing the baby to his wife as she began feeding Anastasia with warm, nourishing milk.

I suppose, before I begin planning anything significant, I'll have to endure this baby life for a while longer, Anastasia thought, lamenting her helpless state as an infant.

Chapter 2: Prophetic Dream and Mother Love

Alexandra Feodorovna POV

"Mom, I saw an angel," my daughter's childish voice rang out, echoing in my mind as her eyes sparkled with the joy of the memory.

As unbelievable as her words seemed, as much as it sounded like something out of a dream, she was my daughter after all. How could I bring myself to crush her precious dreams?

Instead of dissuading her from this delightful fantasy, I encouraged her enthusiasm.

"Well then, can you introduce this angel to me, Anastasia?" I teased gently, playfully pinching her soft, rosy cheeks.

She pouted in response, clearly displeased.

"I did see her, Mom! I saw her in my dream, hmph! You don't believe me? Fine, I'm ignoring you!"

With that, my two-year-old daughter turned away and, in her adorable little huff, began crawling around the floor, fully immersed in her own world. She focused intently as she painted something in her picture book.

I couldn't help but smile in amusement at her antics, and as I leaned in closer, I saw what she was drawing—an angel. The level of detail in the image was striking, almost as if she had witnessed the being with her own eyes.

In the end, I spent the rest of the day playing with her until she grew tired. I sang her a lullaby, gently soothing her to sleep, before leaving her room to retreat to my own chamber.

Once inside, a wave of loneliness washed over me. There was no Nicky by my side. He had gone off to attend some grand party among the French nobles, without me. But then again, we had already discussed it—I knew my daughter needed me more than he did at that moment.

As I drifted into a deep, heavy sleep, I believed that would be the end of my day. But strangely, it wasn't.

In the middle of my dream, I felt the presence of someone, a figure so radiant and holy, so far beyond reach. She tried to whisper something to me, but the words remained elusive, as though the message was beyond my grasp. Behind her, I caught a glimpse of white wings—she was unmistakably an angel.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, I woke up from the dream.

...

"What did the angel tell you in your dream, Anastasia?" I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity.

As unbelievable as it was for me to accept that my daughter had encountered an angel in her dream, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had experienced something similar.

As much as I struggled with the reality of it, I found myself facing the undeniable truth before me.

For a devout follower of God like myself, it was essential to understand what the angel wished to convey to us. Perhaps my daughter could interpret the angel's words better than I could. She was, after all, an innocent soul, and angels undoubtedly favor the pure of heart. I, on the other hand, did not possess such innocence, which might explain why I failed to grasp the meaning of the angel's message.

"I don't know... She said many inexplicable things," Anastasia replied, her small voice filled with confusion. "She told me we should invest in naval forces, especially submarines. She said that within a year, a great war would break out, and we must be cautious of a sneak attack at Port Arthur. She also told me to choose General Alexei Brusilov as the commander to lead the operation. But Mother, my head hurts... please, don't ask me again."

Anastasia clutched her head in pain, her face a mask of bewilderment, as if the angel's words were too complex for her young mind to fully comprehend.

It was understandable, of course.

How could a child be expected to understand such intricate matters?

Yet, I couldn't help but be impressed that she remembered the entirety of her dream with such clarity, without missing a single detail.

Could this be a blessing from God?

Did He wish for the Romanovs to remain in His favor, and was He showing His support through this angelic visitation?

I silently made mental notes of everything my daughter said, hastily scribbling it down on a piece of paper as I borrowed a book from her room to record it properly.

"Thank you, my dear. You don't need to repeat anything; I will make sure your father hears every word from the angel." I offered her a reassuring smile and kissed her forehead, watching as she looked back at me with a puzzled expression.

"What words?" she asked, staring at me blankly, as if she had no recollection of what she had just told me.

I couldn't help but feel a strange unease.

Had she forgotten everything she had said?

Her expression seemed to suggest as much.

This only strengthened my resolve to ensure that Nicky would heed the angel's warnings and follow every instruction given from above.

I resolved firmly in my heart.

Chapter 3: Victory over Japanese

Anastasia Romanov POV

It has been four years since I successfully convinced my mother to alter the deployment strategy in the Russo-Japanese War, ensuring that Russia emerged victorious. Though the victory was not a resounding triumph, we won nonetheless. We maintained dominance in Northeast Asia and forced Japan to submit to our authority after their hasty retreat following General Alexei Brusilov's counter-ambush at Port Arthur. There, we successfully sank their naval forces, pursued them to their capital, and laid siege.

However, it wasn't long before we began to suffer heavy casualties. The Japanese, despite their resilience, fared no better as they, too, found themselves bogged down in a stalemate. With their advancements thwarted, Russian forces, capitalizing on superior logistics, artillery bombardment, and strategic placement, were able to unleash devastating fire upon the advancing Japanese forces, breaking their morale. Yet, the protracted siege and blockade at Port Arthur exposed us to the long, vulnerable supply lines from Europe to the Far East, which prolonged the stalemate at Tokyo.

In the end, both sides, wearied by the conflict, agreed to a ceasefire, leading to the signing of the Treaty of Kyoto. This treaty, not the more famous Treaty of Yokohama (as no significant battle took place in Yokohama), symbolized Japan's submission to Russian dominance.

This is the content of Treaty of Kyoto.

Treaty of Kyoto – 19051. Territorial Gains: Korea: Japan must formally withdraw from all its ambitions in Korea, recognizing Korea as a neutral buffer state between Japan and Russia. Russia, in turn, guarantees Korea's sovereignty and independence but gains influence in northern Korea to expand its sphere of power. Manchuria: Russia retains full control over Manchuria, with Japan agreeing to cease all claims or military presence in the region. This solidifies Russian influence in Northeast Asia and its control over key territories.2. Naval and Military Terms: Disarmament of the Japanese Navy: Japan is required to reduce its naval forces by half, severely limiting its ability to contest Russia's dominance in the Pacific. Japan's remaining fleet will be limited to coastal defense forces only, allowing Russia to expand its influence without opposition. Russian Dominance in the Pacific: Japan cedes control of the Tsushima Strait to Russia, ensuring safe passage for Russian ships and solidifying Russia's control over key maritime routes between Japan, Korea, and the Chinese coast.3. Economic Reparations: Indemnity: Japan must pay Russia a sum of 300 million rubles as reparations for the war. This amount helps Russia recover from the costs of the war while placing a financial burden on Japan, slowing their economic recovery. Resource Access: Japan agrees to provide Russia with preferential access to Japanese coal and steel for the next 10 years, helping Russia strengthen its industrial power in the region while hindering Japan's recovery.4. Ceasefire and Non-Aggression Pact: Non-Aggression Pact: Japan signs a non-aggression pact with Russia, promising to avoid any further conflicts or territorial expansion for the next 15 years. This guarantees peace in the region and allows both nations to recover from the war. Naval Inspections: Japan must submit to periodic inspections of its navy by Russian officials to ensure compliance with the treaty's disarmament clauses.5. Political Influence and Control:Japanese Domestic Politics: Russia secures the right to place advisors within Japan's military and foreign ministry, ensuring that Japan's foreign policy and military actions remain aligned with Russian interests for the foreseeable future.

This victory lifted a great burden from my father's shoulders. He was no longer shackled by the humiliation of defeat that had once caused him to lose respect within the military—a disgrace that culminated in the disastrous loss of control during the end of World War I.

As long as military power remained in the hands of the Romanov family, what significance was there in the people's discontent over the Emperor's refusal to embrace democracy and modernization like the rest of Europe?

Now, as a six-year-old, I can play in the mud as I please, with the knowledge that I had already secured Russia's victory in this war. The only challenge left is either securing another Russian triumph in World War I or preventing my father from intervening at all. So long as I succeed in these endeavors, nothing will stop us from thwarting Lenin and the Bolsheviks' schemes.

Naturally, I must also consider a suitable candidate to eventually replace Rasputin in the future. Originally, he was supposed to arrive in 1905; however, due to my timely intervention, my brother did not suffer from hemophilia. With the immediate assistance of Viy, we were able to swiftly treat the condition, which in turn delayed Rasputin's efforts to integrate himself into the Royal Family, as he had done in the original timeline.

As of now, there are no clear signs of him making any substantial moves toward my family, the royal family. Nevertheless, Rasputin is still widely recognized across Russia as a mystic healer, and in this world, he holds another identity—the Apostle of the Alien God.

This makes him even more formidable than he was in historical accounts. He must be kept far away from my family at all costs. In this altered reality, Rasputin presents a much greater threat, especially given the existence of mutants, magi, and heroic spirits, along with the Alien God and Eldritch Beasts that roam the lands of Russia with their own ambitious agendas.

His presence in a world filled with such dangerous forces only amplifies the risks, and I cannot afford to underestimate him.

For this reason, I know exactly who is the perfect candidate to replace Rasputin. I need someone who will be willing to fight the Apostle of the Alien God for us, a man who craves power and fame and possesses the necessary courage and capability to face such a being.

It's you, Aleister Crowley!

Please, don't disappoint me.

...

3. The Height of Power (1980-1989)

By the mid-1980s, Escobar was the most powerful drug lord in the world. The Medellín Cartel was responsible for smuggling an estimated 80% of the cocaine entering the United States, generating billions of dollars annually. At the peak of his wealth, Escobar's fortune was estimated at $30 billion, making him one of the richest men globally.

Escobar used his wealth to cultivate a Robin Hood image, funding housing projects, sports facilities, and public works in impoverished neighborhoods of Medellín. This garnered him widespread support among the poor, who saw him as a benefactor despite his criminal activities.

However, his violence escalated as he fought against extradition policies that threatened to send him to the United States for trial. Escobar's war against the Colombian government included the bombing of Avianca Flight 203 in 1989, which killed 110 people, and the assassination of numerous politicians, judges, and journalists.

4. Decline and Pursuit (1990-1993)

Facing mounting pressure from both Colombian authorities and the U.S. government, Escobar negotiated a deal in 1991 to surrender in exchange for leniency. He was imprisoned in his self-built luxury prison, "La Catedral," which featured amenities like a soccer field, a jacuzzi, and a bar. However, Escobar continued to manage his empire from within.

When the government attempted to transfer him to a standard prison in 1992, Escobar escaped, triggering a massive manhunt. The Colombian government, with U.S. support from agencies like the DEA and CIA, launched "Search Bloc," a special task force dedicated to capturing him. Additionally, the vigilante group Los Pepes (People Persecuted by Pablo Escobar), composed of his enemies, targeted his associates and assets.

5. Death and Legacy (1993-Present)

On December 2, 1993, Escobar was located in a middle-class neighborhood in Medellín. After a brief gunfight with Colombian National Police, he was shot and killed on a rooftop. While it's debated whether he was killed by police or took his own life, his death marked the end of the Medellín Cartel's dominance.

Escobar's legacy is complex. He is remembered as both a brutal criminal responsible for thousands of deaths and a folk hero who provided for the poor. His life has been extensively chronicled in media, influencing popular culture worldwide. However, his reign also left a lasting impact on Colombia, contributing to decades of violence and instability.

Today, Colombia continues to grapple with the consequences of the drug trade that Escobar helped to globalize, even as his story serves as a cautionary tale about the destructive power of unchecked ambition and criminal enterprise.

High School DxD Fanfiction: The Fallen Halo

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of an Angel

Darkness. That was the first thing she felt. Not the comforting darkness of sleep, but an abyssal void, suffocating and endless. Memories flickered like dying embers—a life lost, a death not mourned. But then, light pierced through, not the warm embrace of salvation, but an intrusive brilliance that forced her back into existence.

Gabriel opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her was a swirl of divine patterns, etched with symbols of Heaven's glory. Her body felt weightless, yet burdened with an overwhelming power surging beneath her flawless skin. As she sat up, strands of golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her cerulean eyes reflecting a purity that no longer belonged to her.

This body... she thought, flexing fingers that radiated with ethereal grace. So this is Gabriel, the Archangel. The "strongest and most beautiful" of Heaven's warriors.

But she was not Gabriel—not truly. She was someone else, a soul from another world, another time. A person who had lived, died, and now... been reborn.

And this time, I'll rule it all.

She stood, wings unfurling with a sound like the rustle of silk. Eight majestic, luminous appendages glowed with divine energy, yet they felt like mere tools to her. Instruments of power, not symbols of holiness.

"Gabriel," a voice called softly, melodic and serene. She turned to see Michael, Heaven's leader, his expression gentle, unaware of the darkness now housed within his sister's vessel.

"Brother," Gabriel replied, her voice like a hymn, masking the venom beneath. "It's good to see you."

Michael smiled, stepping closer, oblivious to the predator behind the angelic facade.

Fool, Gabriel mused. They all are.

Chapter 2: Masks and Machinations

Days passed, and Gabriel adapted quickly. She played her role perfectly—the embodiment of virtue, kindness, and grace. Angels revered her, devils respected her, and humans worshipped her. But beneath the surface, she plotted.

Knowledge from her past life merged with divine intellect, creating strategies no one could foresee. She learned of the factions—Heaven, Hell, the Fallen, and the humans caught in between. Each was a piece on her chessboard.

Her first move? The Fallen Angels.

Under the guise of diplomacy, Gabriel approached Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels. Azazel, sharp and perceptive, sensed something different about Gabriel but couldn't place it.

"You're not as naïve as you once were," Azazel remarked, sipping his drink, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Gabriel smiled serenely. "Time changes us all, doesn't it?"

They talked of peace, of cooperation, but beneath the words was a dance of manipulation. Gabriel planted seeds of doubt, whispered ideas of power, of domination masked as unity. Azazel listened, intrigued, unaware that he was already ensnared.

Chapter 3: Cracks in the Halo

Gabriel's influence grew subtly. Angels began to question, devils grew wary, and even Serafall Leviathan felt the ripple of change. She confronted Gabriel during a diplomatic meeting, her playful demeanor replaced by suspicion.

"You're different," she stated bluntly, her sapphire eyes piercing.

Gabriel chuckled softly. "Perhaps I've just matured."

...

This is not a chapter

DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!

World War I (1914–1918): A Detailed Summary

Origins and Causes (Pre-1914)

World War I was rooted in a complex web of alliances, militarism, imperialism, and nationalism that had been building throughout the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The major powers of Europe were divided into two opposing alliances:

The Triple Entente: France, Russia, and the United Kingdom

The Triple Alliance: Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Italy (though Italy would later switch sides)

The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary in Sarajevo on June 28, 1914, by Gavrilo Princip, a Serbian nationalist, was the immediate spark. Austria-Hungary, with Germany's support, issued an ultimatum to Serbia. Serbia's partial rejection led Austria-Hungary to declare war on July 28, 1914.

The War Begins (1914)

July–August 1914: The system of alliances triggered a domino effect:

Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia

Russia mobilized in defense of Serbia

Germany declared war on Russia (Aug 1) and France (Aug 3)

Germany invaded Belgium to outflank France, prompting Britain to declare war on Germany (Aug 4)

The Schlieffen Plan: Germany's strategy aimed to quickly defeat France in the west before turning to fight Russia in the east. However, the plan stalled at the First Battle of the Marne (Sept 1914), where French and British forces halted the German advance.

Stalemate on the Western Front: After the Marne, both sides dug extensive trenches, stretching from the North Sea to Switzerland. This began the era of trench warfare, defined by brutal, static fighting with little territorial gain.

Expansion of the War (1915–1916)

Eastern Front: Unlike the West, the Eastern Front was more fluid. Germany and Austria-Hungary pushed back Russian forces, especially after the Gorlice-Tarnów Offensive (1915).

Ottoman Empire Joins (Late 1914): The Ottomans allied with Germany, opening fronts in the Middle East. The failed Gallipoli Campaign (1915–1916) saw British and ANZAC forces attempt to capture Constantinople but suffer heavy losses.

Italy Enters (1915): Italy switched sides, joining the Allies, hoping to gain territory from Austria-Hungary. Battles along the Isonzo River were costly with little gain.

Technological Warfare: New weapons changed the nature of combat:

Poison gas (first used in 1915)

Tanks (introduced by Britain in 1916)

Aircraft and submarines for reconnaissance, bombing, and naval warfare

The Battle of Verdun (1916): Germany's attempt to "bleed France white" resulted in one of the longest, bloodiest battles with over 700,000 casualties.

The Battle of the Somme (1916): A massive British-French offensive aimed to relieve Verdun. Despite initial hopes, it became a symbol of futile slaughter with over 1 million casualties.

Globalization of the Conflict (1917)

Russian Revolution: In March 1917, the Russian Tsar was overthrown. The Bolsheviks, led by Lenin, seized power in November 1917 and signed the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk (March 1918), pulling Russia out of the war.

The United States Enters (April 6, 1917): German unrestricted submarine warfare (sinking ships like the Lusitania) and the Zimmermann Telegram (a German proposal for a Mexican-German alliance) pushed the U.S. to join the Allies.

Middle Eastern Front: The Arab Revolt, supported by Britain's T.E. Lawrence ("Lawrence of Arabia"), weakened Ottoman control, leading to British victories in Palestine and Mesopotamia

The Endgame (1918)

The Spring Offensive (1918): With Russia out, Germany launched a final massive attack on the Western Front, aiming to win before American forces arrived in full strength. Initial gains were significant, but German forces were overstretched.

The Allied Counteroffensive: The Hundred Days Offensive (Aug–Nov 1918) pushed Germany back. The arrival of fresh American troops and dwindling German morale turned the tide decisively.

Collapse of Central Powers:

Bulgaria surrendered (Sept 1918)

Ottoman Empire signed an armistice (Oct 1918)

Austria-Hungary collapsed under internal revolutions (Nov 1918)

Germany: Facing revolution at home, Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated on Nov 9, 1918. The Armistice of Compiègne was signed on Nov 11, 1918, ending the fighting.

Aftermath and Consequences (1919 and Beyond)

Human Cost: Over 16 million dead (soldiers and civilians) and 21 million wounded. Entire regions of Europe were devastated.

Treaty of Versailles (1919):

Germany was forced to accept "war guilt", disarm, lose territory, and pay heavy reparations.

New nations were created from the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman Empires (e.g., Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia, Iraq).

Legacy: The harsh terms of Versailles fueled resentment, particularly in Germany, sowing the seeds for World War II. The war also marked the end of old empires and the beginning of modern geopolitical shifts, including the rise of the U.S. and Soviet Union as future superpowers.

The Rise and Fall of Pablo Escobar

1. Early Life and Entry into Crime (1949-1975)

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria was born on December 1, 1949, in Rionegro, Antioquia, Colombia. Raised in Medellín, Escobar grew up in a modest household. His mother was a schoolteacher, and his father was a farmer. From a young age, Escobar displayed both ambition and a disregard for authority, qualities that would shape his criminal empire.

Escobar began his criminal activities in his teens, engaging in petty crimes like stealing gravestones to resell and small-scale smuggling operations. By the early 1970s, he had graduated to more lucrative ventures, including the contraband cigarette trade and car theft. His entry into the drug trade came through connections with established traffickers, eventually leading him to recognize the immense profit potential of cocaine.

2. The Formation of the Medellín Cartel (1976-1980)

In 1976, Escobar founded the Medellín Cartel, which would grow to dominate the global cocaine trade. Recognizing the rising demand for cocaine in the United States, Escobar organized an efficient supply chain: coca leaves were cultivated in Peru and Bolivia, processed into cocaine in Colombia, and then smuggled into the U.S. via sophisticated networks.

Escobar's operations expanded rapidly due to his strategic use of violence and corruption. His policy of "plata o plomo" (silver or lead) offered officials a choice between accepting bribes or facing assassination. This ruthless approach allowed him to control key figures in law enforcement, politics, and the judiciary, effectively shielding his empire from legal consequences.

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Chapter 1: The Rebirth of an Angel

Darkness. That was the first thing she felt. Not the comforting darkness of sleep, but an abyssal void, suffocating and endless. Memories flickered like dying embers—a life lost, a death not mourned. But then, light pierced through, not the warm embrace of salvation, but an intrusive brilliance that forced her back into existence.

Gabriel opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her was a swirl of divine patterns, etched with symbols of Heaven's glory. Her body felt weightless, yet burdened with an overwhelming power surging beneath her flawless skin. As she sat up, strands of golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her cerulean eyes reflecting a purity that no longer belonged to her.

This body... she thought, flexing fingers that radiated with ethereal grace. So this is Gabriel, the Archangel. The "strongest and most beautiful" of Heaven's warriors.

But she was not Gabriel—not truly. She was someone else, a soul from another world, another time. A person who had lived, died, and now... been reborn.

And this time, I'll rule it all.

She stood, wings unfurling with a sound like the rustle of silk. Eight majestic, luminous appendages glowed with divine energy, yet they felt like mere tools to her. Instruments of power, not symbols of holiness.

"Gabriel," a voice called softly, melodic and serene. She turned to see Michael, Heaven's leader, his expression gentle, unaware of the darkness now housed within his sister's vessel.

"Brother," Gabriel replied, her voice like a hymn, masking the venom beneath. "It's good to see you."

Michael smiled, stepping closer, oblivious to the predator behind the angelic facade.

Fool, Gabriel mused. They all are.

Chapter 2: Masks and Machinations

Days passed, and Gabriel adapted quickly. She played her role perfectly—the embodiment of virtue, kindness, and grace. Angels revered her, devils respected her, and humans worshipped her. But beneath the surface, she plotted.

Knowledge from her past life merged with divine intellect, creating strategies no one could foresee. She learned of the factions—Heaven, Hell, the Fallen, and the humans caught in between. Each was a piece on her chessboard.

Her first move? The Fallen Angels.

Under the guise of diplomacy, Gabriel approached Azazel, the Governor-General of the Fallen Angels. Azazel, sharp and perceptive, sensed something different about Gabriel but couldn't place it.

"You're not as naïve as you once were," Azazel remarked, sipping his drink, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Gabriel smiled serenely. "Time changes us all, doesn't it?"

They talked of peace, of cooperation, but beneath the words was a dance of manipulation. Gabriel planted seeds of doubt, whispered ideas of power, of domination masked as unity. Azazel listened, intrigued, unaware that he was already ensnared.

Chapter 3: Cracks in the Halo

Gabriel's influence grew subtly. Angels began to question, devils grew wary, and even Serafall Leviathan felt the ripple of change. She confronted Gabriel during a diplomatic meeting, her playful demeanor replaced by suspicion.

"You're different," she stated bluntly, her sapphire eyes piercing.

Gabriel chuckled softly. "Perhaps I've just matured."

But Serafall wasn't convinced. She watched Gabriel closely, and Gabriel knew it. Yet she welcomed the challenge. After all, what was a game without worthy opponents?

In the shadows, Gabriel's true plans unfolded. Not just to dominate Heaven, but to reshape all existence. Angels, devils, humans—all would kneel before her.

Because in the end, she thought, standing atop Heaven's highest spire, even the purest halo can cast the darkest shadow.

Anastasia Romanov (Fate/Marvel)

When you find yourself reincarnated as Anastasia Romanov, the Grand Duchess of Russia and a princess of Romanov Dynasty—in a Nasuverse and Marvel fusion world, no less—what will you do?

Can you prevent crumbling empires or forge them anew?

Well, why bother with political bullshit when you can simply freeze them and play in Godlike Mode?

This is your tale—the tale of Anastasia Romanov, the future Tsarina of Russia.

Long may she reign!

Tags[»]: Yuri, Dark, Comedy, R-18, Yandere, Empire Building, Multiverse Chat Group (Maybe), Strong Love Interest, Overpowered MC, Invincible

Chapter 1: Birth of Princess

"She is a girl, Sire," the midwife said softly, handing over the newborn baby girl to the current Russian Emperor, Nicholas II.

His expression darkened, his face unmistakably clouded with disappointment.

Even the Empress, Alexandra Feodorovna, could not completely mask her discontent. She had hoped for a son after having two daughters; they longed for an heir to the throne—a son, not another daughter.

The weight of their expectations hung heavy in the room.

However, Alexandra, ever the dutiful wife, quickly composed herself. She forced a gentle smile and said reassuringly, "We can try again later, Nicky. She is still our daughter, our flesh and blood. Don't wear such an expression in front of her."

"Nicky"—this is how she affectionately addressed him, a name that, though somewhat feminine and lacking the commanding tone of a ruler, however, Nicholas II like it.

It was a sign of their closeness, a bond that transcended formalities.

As the tender nickname washed over him, Nicholas shook off his stupor and managed a small smile.

He gently cradled the baby girl handed to him by the midwife, holding her carefully in his arms as though the weight of the world rested in this tiny being.

"What do you think would be a fitting name for her, Alix?" Nicholas asked, his tone softening as he looked at his wife, using her pet name in return.

Alexandra's smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"How about Anastasia?" she suggested.

There was significance in that name—Anastasia, meaning "resurrection" in Greek, symbolized hope and renewal. It was not just a name; it was a promise of new beginnings for them and their little girl. The name Anastasia also held cultural weight in Russia, often linked to the traditions of Orthodox Christianity.

"Yes, Anastasia…" Nicholas II echoed, his voice filled with warmth.

"It is a fine name. Then, she shall be Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova," he declared, his pride inescapable, as if he too believed in the symbolic power of the name.

"May God bless her, Amen."

"Amen," Alexandra whispered in agreement.

And so it was how Anastasia was brought into the world.

But as the name was spoken aloud, something curious happened—the baby girl's eyes fluttered open, wide and aware.

She did not cry as newborns usually do.

For a brief moment, it was as though she understood her rebirth into the royal family as Anastasia Romanova, so much so that she seemed to forget to cry at all.

While everyone in the room remained blissfully unaware, lost in their own reveries, one person noticed.

The midwife, standing silently nearby, looked at the newborn with a strange expression, her brow furrowed in confusion.

There was something unusual about this child.

A baby who did not cry at birth—it was a subtle, yet unsettling omen.

"Sire, may I borrow your daughter for a short while?" the midwife inquired politely, bowing her head in deference.

Nicholas II, who had been absorbed in his own world of joy and contentment at the prospect of having another child, was visibly displeased by the sudden interruption from this woman.

His expression darkened as he glared at her with clear irritation.

"No. You've already performed your duties," he said coldly. "Now, you may leave."

The midwife, sensing the Tsar's impatience and knowing that any further attempts to speak would only provoke more hostility, could do nothing but quietly concede.

She bowed again and exited the room without another word, understanding full well that mentioning the peculiar behavior of the newborn would only worsen the situation.

There was no point in reminding him.

Thus, she resigned herself to silence and left.

As Anastasia gazed upon her mother, she was struck by the odd familiarity of her features, which bore a striking resemblance to her adult version, Anastasia Romanova, the FGO heroine frequently talked by weebs in gacha games and webnovel.

A complicated, almost constipated expression formed on her face as she reflected on her bizarre situation.

She wasn't entirely sure whether to feel concerned or relieved.

After all, let's be realistic—compared to the brutal reality of history, the Nasuverse offered a much more favorable playing field. Here, she could potentially alter the course of events, overturn the revolution, and thwart the rise of Communism, provided she played her cards wisely.

First and foremost, she needed to find Viy and form a contract with the elemental creature. With Viy's power on her side, her personal strength would be assured.

The next step would be to secure a decisive victory in the Russo-Japanese War by ensuring her father remained vigilant against Japan's notorious sneak attacks, such as the one that struck Port Arthur without warning.

Japan's naval superiority, which had been so pivotal historically, could be turned against them if she acted swiftly.

If she managed to secure Viy's loyalty and sent the creature to aid her father in the war, freezing those who dared to stand against them, she could transform the very seas the Japanese relied on into their graveyard.

The waters that once symbolized their dominance would instead become their tomb.

Unconsciously, her infant body was overcome by the basic needs of a baby, and hunger suddenly struck her.

Her mind, still that of a baby in some ways, urged her to cry for her mother's milk.

"Give her to me, Nicky," Alexandra, recognizing her daughter's hunger, gently urged her husband to hand over the baby.

"Ah, yes, yes," Nicholas II muttered distractedly, subconsciously passing the baby to his wife as she began feeding Anastasia with warm, nourishing milk.

I suppose, before I begin planning anything significant, I'll have to endure this baby life for a while longer, Anastasia thought, lamenting her helpless state as an infant.

Chapter 2: Prophetic Dream and Mother Love

Alexandra Feodorovna POV

"Mom, I saw an angel," my daughter's childish voice rang out, echoing in my mind as her eyes sparkled with the joy of the memory.

As unbelievable as her words seemed, as much as it sounded like something out of a dream, she was my daughter after all. How could I bring myself to crush her precious dreams?

Instead of dissuading her from this delightful fantasy, I encouraged her enthusiasm.

"Well then, can you introduce this angel to me, Anastasia?" I teased gently, playfully pinching her soft, rosy cheeks.

She pouted in response, clearly displeased.

"I did see her, Mom! I saw her in my dream, hmph! You don't believe me? Fine, I'm ignoring you!"

With that, my two-year-old daughter turned away and, in her adorable little huff, began crawling around the floor, fully immersed in her own world. She focused intently as she painted something in her picture book.

I couldn't help but smile in amusement at her antics, and as I leaned in closer, I saw what she was drawing—an angel. The level of detail in the image was striking, almost as if she had witnessed the being with her own eyes.

In the end, I spent the rest of the day playing with her until she grew tired. I sang her a lullaby, gently soothing her to sleep, before leaving her room to retreat to my own chamber.

Once inside, a wave of loneliness washed over me. There was no Nicky by my side. He had gone off to attend some grand party among the French nobles, without me. But then again, we had already discussed it—I knew my daughter needed me more than he did at that moment.

As I drifted into a deep, heavy sleep, I believed that would be the end of my day. But strangely, it wasn't.

In the middle of my dream, I felt the presence of someone, a figure so radiant and holy, so far beyond reach. She tried to whisper something to me, but the words remained elusive, as though the message was beyond my grasp. Behind her, I caught a glimpse of white wings—she was unmistakably an angel.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, I woke up from the dream.

...

"What did the angel tell you in your dream, Anastasia?" I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity.

As unbelievable as it was for me to accept that my daughter had encountered an angel in her dream, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had experienced something similar.

As much as I struggled with the reality of it, I found myself facing the undeniable truth before me.

For a devout follower of God like myself, it was essential to understand what the angel wished to convey to us. Perhaps my daughter could interpret the angel's words better than I could. She was, after all, an innocent soul, and angels undoubtedly favor the pure of heart. I, on the other hand, did not possess such innocence, which might explain why I failed to grasp the meaning of the angel's message.

"I don't know... She said many inexplicable things," Anastasia replied, her small voice filled with confusion. "She told me we should invest in naval forces, especially submarines. She said that within a year, a great war would break out, and we must be cautious of a sneak attack at Port Arthur. She also told me to choose General Alexei Brusilov as the commander to lead the operation. But Mother, my head hurts... please, don't ask me again."

Anastasia clutched her head in pain, her face a mask of bewilderment, as if the angel's words were too complex for her young mind to fully comprehend.

It was understandable, of course.

How could a child be expected to understand such intricate matters?

Yet, I couldn't help but be impressed that she remembered the entirety of her dream with such clarity, without missing a single detail.

Could this be a blessing from God?

Globalization of the Conflict (1917)

Russian Revolution: In March 1917, the Russian Tsar was overthrown. The Bolsheviks, led by Lenin, seized power in November 1917 and signed the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk (March 1918), pulling Russia out of the war.

The United States Enters (April 6, 1917): German unrestricted submarine warfare (sinking ships like the Lusitania) and the Zimmermann Telegram (a German proposal for a Mexican-German alliance) pushed the U.S. to join the Allies.

Middle Eastern Front: The Arab Revolt, supported by Britain's T.E. Lawrence ("Lawrence of Arabia"), weakened Ottoman control, leading to British victories in Palestine and Mesopotamia

The Endgame (1918)

The Spring Offensive (1918): With Russia out, Germany launched a final massive attack on the Western Front, aiming to win before American forces arrived in full strength. Initial gains were significant, but German forces were overstretched.

The Allied Counteroffensive: The Hundred Days Offensive (Aug–Nov 1918) pushed Germany back. The arrival of fresh American troops and dwindling German morale turned the tide decisively.

Collapse of Central Powers:

Bulgaria surrendered (Sept 1918)

Ottoman Empire signed an armistice (Oct 1918)

Austria-Hungary collapsed under internal revolutions (Nov 1918)

Germany: Facing revolution at home, Kaiser Wilhelm II abdicated on Nov 9, 1918. The Armistice of Compiègne was signed on Nov 11, 1918, ending the fighting.

Aftermath and Consequences (1919 and Beyond)

Human Cost: Over 16 million dead (soldiers and civilians) and 21 million wounded. Entire regions of Europe were devastated.

Treaty of Versailles (1919):

Germany was forced to accept "war guilt", disarm, lose territory, and pay heavy reparations.

New nations were created from the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman Empires (e.g., Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia, Iraq).

Legacy: The harsh terms of Versailles fueled resentment, particularly in Germany, sowing the seeds for World War II. The war also marked the end of old empires and the beginning of modern geopolitical shifts, including the rise of the U.S. and Soviet Union as future superpowers.

The Rise and Fall of Pablo Escobar

1. Early Life and Entry into Crime (1949-1975)

Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria was born on December 1, 1949, in Rionegro, Antioquia, Colombia. Raised in Medellín, Escobar grew up in a modest household. His mother was a schoolteacher, and his father was a farmer. From a young age, Escobar displayed both ambition and a disregard for authority, qualities that would shape his criminal empire.

Escobar began his criminal activities in his teens, engaging in petty crimes like stealing gravestones to resell and small-scale smuggling operations. By the early 1970s, he had graduated to more lucrative ventures, including the contraband cigarette trade and car theft. His entry into the drug trade came through connections with established traffickers, eventually leading him to recognize the immense profit potential of cocaine.

2. The Formation of the Medellín Cartel (1976-1980)

In 1976, Escobar founded the Medellín Cartel, which would grow to dominate the global cocaine trade. Recognizing the rising demand for cocaine in the United States, Escobar organized an efficient supply chain: coca leaves were cultivated in Peru and Bolivia, processed into cocaine in Colombia, and then smuggled into the U.S. via sophisticated networks.

Escobar's operations expanded rapidly due to his strategic use of violence and corruption. His policy of "plata o plomo" (silver or lead) offered officials a choice between accepting bribes or facing assassination. This ruthless approach allowed him to control key figures in law enforcement, politics, and the judiciary, effectively shielding his empire from legal consequences.

3. The Height of Power (1980-1989)

By the mid-1980s, Escobar was the most powerful drug lord in the world. The Medellín Cartel was responsible for smuggling an estimated 80% of the cocaine entering the United States, generating billions of dollars annually. At the peak of his wealth, Escobar's fortune was estimated at $30 billion, making him one of the richest men globally.

Escobar used his wealth to cultivate a Robin Hood image, funding housing projects, sports facilities, and public works in impoverished neighborhoods of Medellín. This garnered him widespread support among the poor, who saw him as a benefactor despite his criminal activities.

However, his violence escalated as he fought against extradition policies that threatened to send him to the United States for trial. Escobar's war against the Colombian government included the bombing of Avianca Flight 203 in 1989, which killed 110 people, and the assassination of numerous politicians, judges, and journalists.

4. Decline and Pursuit (1990-1993)

Facing mounting pressure from both Colombian authorities and the U.S. government, Escobar negotiated a deal in 1991 to surrender in exchange for leniency. He was imprisoned in his self-built luxury prison, "La Catedral," which featured amenities like a soccer field, a jacuzzi, and a bar. However, Escobar continued to manage his empire from within.

When the government attempted to transfer him to a standard prison in 1992, Escobar escaped, triggering a massive manhunt. The Colombian government, with U.S. support from agencies like the DEA and CIA, launched "Search Bloc," a special task force dedicated to capturing him. Additionally, the vigilante group Los Pepes (People Persecuted by Pablo Escobar), composed of his enemies, targeted his associates and assets.

5. Death and Legacy (1993-Present)

On December 2, 1993, Escobar was located in a middle-class neighborhood in Medellín. After a brief gunfight with Colombian National Police, he was shot and killed on a rooftop. While it's debated whether he was killed by police or took his own life, his death marked the end of the Medellín Cartel's dominance.

Escobar's legacy is complex. He is remembered as both a brutal criminal responsible for thousands of deaths and a folk hero who provided for the poor. His life has been extensively chronicled in media, influencing popular culture worldwide. However, his reign also left a lasting impact on Colombia, contributing to decades of violence and instability.

Today, Colombia continues to grapple with the consequences of the drug trade that Escobar helped to globalize, even as his story serves as a cautionary tale about the destructive power of unchecked ambition and criminal enterprise.

High School DxD Fanfiction: The Fallen Halo

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of an Angel

Darkness. That was the first thing she felt. Not the comforting darkness of sleep, but an abyssal void, suffocating and endless. Memories flickered like dying embers—a life lost, a death not mourned. But then, light pierced through, not the warm embrace of salvation, but an intrusive brilliance that forced her back into existence.

Gabriel opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her was a swirl of divine patterns, etched with symbols of Heaven's glory. Her body felt weightless, yet burdened with an overwhelming power surging beneath her flawless skin. As she sat up, strands of golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her cerulean eyes reflecting a purity that no longer belonged to her.

This body... she thought, flexing fingers that radiated with ethereal grace. So this is Gabriel, the Archangel. The "strongest and most beautiful" of Heaven's warriors.

But she was not Gabriel—not truly. She was someone else, a soul from another world, another time. A person who had lived, died, and now... been reborn.

And this time, I'll rule it all.

...

Chapter 1: Birth of Princess

"She is a girl, Sire," the midwife said softly, handing over the newborn baby girl to the current Russian Emperor, Nicholas II.

His expression darkened, his face unmistakably clouded with disappointment.

Even the Empress, Alexandra Feodorovna, could not completely mask her discontent. She had hoped for a son after having two daughters; they longed for an heir to the throne—a son, not another daughter.

The weight of their expectations hung heavy in the room.

However, Alexandra, ever the dutiful wife, quickly composed herself. She forced a gentle smile and said reassuringly, "We can try again later, Nicky. She is still our daughter, our flesh and blood. Don't wear such an expression in front of her."

"Nicky"—this is how she affectionately addressed him, a name that, though somewhat feminine and lacking the commanding tone of a ruler, however, Nicholas II like it.

It was a sign of their closeness, a bond that transcended formalities.

As the tender nickname washed over him, Nicholas shook off his stupor and managed a small smile.

He gently cradled the baby girl handed to him by the midwife, holding her carefully in his arms as though the weight of the world rested in this tiny being.

"What do you think would be a fitting name for her, Alix?" Nicholas asked, his tone softening as he looked at his wife, using her pet name in return.

Alexandra's smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"How about Anastasia?" she suggested.

There was significance in that name—Anastasia, meaning "resurrection" in Greek, symbolized hope and renewal. It was not just a name; it was a promise of new beginnings for them and their little girl. The name Anastasia also held cultural weight in Russia, often linked to the traditions of Orthodox Christianity.

"Yes, Anastasia…" Nicholas II echoed, his voice filled with warmth.

"It is a fine name. Then, she shall be Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova," he declared, his pride inescapable, as if he too believed in the symbolic power of the name.

"May God bless her, Amen."

"Amen," Alexandra whispered in agreement.

And so it was how Anastasia was brought into the world.

But as the name was spoken aloud, something curious happened—the baby girl's eyes fluttered open, wide and aware.

She did not cry as newborns usually do.

For a brief moment, it was as though she understood her rebirth into the royal family as Anastasia Romanova, so much so that she seemed to forget to cry at all.

While everyone in the room remained blissfully unaware, lost in their own reveries, one person noticed.

The midwife, standing silently nearby, looked at the newborn with a strange expression, her brow furrowed in confusion.

There was something unusual about this child.

A baby who did not cry at birth—it was a subtle, yet unsettling omen.

"Sire, may I borrow your daughter for a short while?" the midwife inquired politely, bowing her head in deference.

Nicholas II, who had been absorbed in his own world of joy and contentment at the prospect of having another child, was visibly displeased by the sudden interruption from this woman.

His expression darkened as he glared at her with clear irritation.

"No. You've already performed your duties," he said coldly. "Now, you may leave."

The midwife, sensing the Tsar's impatience and knowing that any further attempts to speak would only provoke more hostility, could do nothing but quietly concede.

She bowed again and exited the room without another word, understanding full well that mentioning the peculiar behavior of the newborn would only worsen the situation.

There was no point in reminding him.

Thus, she resigned herself to silence and left.

As Anastasia gazed upon her mother, she was struck by the odd familiarity of her features, which bore a striking resemblance to her adult version, Anastasia Romanova, the FGO heroine frequently talked by weebs in gacha games and webnovel.

A complicated, almost constipated expression formed on her face as she reflected on her bizarre situation.

She wasn't entirely sure whether to feel concerned or relieved.

After all, let's be realistic—compared to the brutal reality of history, the Nasuverse offered a much more favorable playing field. Here, she could potentially alter the course of events, overturn the revolution, and thwart the rise of Communism, provided she played her cards wisely.

First and foremost, she needed to find Viy and form a contract with the elemental creature. With Viy's power on her side, her personal strength would be assured.

The next step would be to secure a decisive victory in the Russo-Japanese War by ensuring her father remained vigilant against Japan's notorious sneak attacks, such as the one that struck Port Arthur without warning.

Japan's naval superiority, which had been so pivotal historically, could be turned against them if she acted swiftly.

If she managed to secure Viy's loyalty and sent the creature to aid her father in the war, freezing those who dared to stand against them, she could transform the very seas the Japanese relied on into their graveyard.

The waters that once symbolized their dominance would instead become their tomb.

Unconsciously, her infant body was overcome by the basic needs of a baby, and hunger suddenly struck her.

Her mind, still that of a baby in some ways, urged her to cry for her mother's milk.

"Give her to me, Nicky," Alexandra, recognizing her daughter's hunger, gently urged her husband to hand over the baby.

"Ah, yes, yes," Nicholas II muttered distractedly, subconsciously passing the baby to his wife as she began feeding Anastasia with warm, nourishing milk.

I suppose, before I begin planning anything significant, I'll have to endure this baby life for a while longer, Anastasia thought, lamenting her helpless state as an infant.

Chapter 2: Prophetic Dream and Mother Love

Alexandra Feodorovna POV

"Mom, I saw an angel," my daughter's childish voice rang out, echoing in my mind as her eyes sparkled with the joy of the memory.

As unbelievable as her words seemed, as much as it sounded like something out of a dream, she was my daughter after all. How could I bring myself to crush her precious dreams?

Instead of dissuading her from this delightful fantasy, I encouraged her enthusiasm.

"Well then, can you introduce this angel to me, Anastasia?" I teased gently, playfully pinching her soft, rosy cheeks.

She pouted in response, clearly displeased.

"I did see her, Mom! I saw her in my dream, hmph! You don't believe me? Fine, I'm ignoring you!"

With that, my two-year-old daughter turned away and, in her adorable little huff, began crawling around the floor, fully immersed in her own world. She focused intently as she painted something in her picture book.

I couldn't help but smile in amusement at her antics, and as I leaned in closer, I saw what she was drawing—an angel. The level of detail in the image was striking, almost as if she had witnessed the being with her own eyes.

In the end, I spent the rest of the day playing with her until she grew tired. I sang her a lullaby, gently soothing her to sleep, before leaving her room to retreat to my own chamber.

Once inside, a wave of loneliness washed over me. There was no Nicky by my side. He had gone off to attend some grand party among the French nobles, without me. But then again, we had already discussed it—I knew my daughter needed me more than he did at that moment.

As I drifted into a deep, heavy sleep, I believed that would be the end of my day. But strangely, it wasn't.

In the middle of my dream, I felt the presence of someone, a figure so radiant and holy, so far beyond reach. She tried to whisper something to me, but the words remained elusive, as though the message was beyond my grasp. Behind her, I caught a glimpse of white wings—she was unmistakably an angel.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, I woke up from the dream.

...

"What did the angel tell you in your dream, Anastasia?" I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity.

As unbelievable as it was for me to accept that my daughter had encountered an angel in her dream, I couldn't ignore the fact that I had experienced something similar.

As much as I struggled with the reality of it, I found myself facing the undeniable truth before me.

For a devout follower of God like myself, it was essential to understand what the angel wished to convey to us. Perhaps my daughter could interpret the angel's words better than I could. She was, after all, an innocent soul, and angels undoubtedly favor the pure of heart. I, on the other hand, did not possess such innocence, which might explain why I failed to grasp the meaning of the angel's message.

"I don't know... She said many inexplicable things," Anastasia replied, her small voice filled with confusion. "She told me we should invest in naval forces, especially submarines. She said that within a year, a great war would break out, and we must be cautious of a sneak attack at Port Arthur. She also told me to choose General Alexei Brusilov as the commander to lead the operation. But Mother, my head hurts... please, don't ask me again."

Anastasia clutched her head in pain, her face a mask of bewilderment, as if the angel's words were too complex for her young mind to fully comprehend.

It was understandable, of course.

How could a child be expected to understand such intricate matters?

Yet, I couldn't help but be impressed that she remembered the entirety of her dream with such clarity, without missing a single detail.

Could this be a blessing from God?

Did He wish for the Romanovs to remain in His favor, and was He showing His support through this angelic visitation?

I silently made mental notes of everything my daughter said, hastily scribbling it down on a piece of paper as I borrowed a book from her room to record it properly.

"Thank you, my dear. You don't need to repeat anything; I will make sure your father hears every word from the angel." I offered her a reassuring smile and kissed her forehead, watching as she looked back at me with a puzzled expression.

"What words?" she asked, staring at me blankly, as if she had no recollection of what she had just told me.

I couldn't help but feel a strange unease.

Had she forgotten everything she had said?

Her expression seemed to suggest as much.

This only strengthened my resolve to ensure that Nicky would heed the angel's warnings and follow every instruction given from above.

I resolved firmly in my heart.

Chapter 3: Victory over Japanese

Anastasia Romanov POV

It has been four years since I successfully convinced my mother to alter the deployment strategy in the Russo-Japanese War, ensuring that Russia emerged victorious. Though the victory was not a resounding triumph, we won nonetheless. We maintained dominance in Northeast Asia and forced Japan to submit to our authority after their hasty retreat following General Alexei Brusilov's counter-ambush at Port Arthur. There, we successfully sank their naval forces, pursued them to their capital, and laid siege.

However, it wasn't long before we began to suffer heavy casualties. The Japanese, despite their resilience, fared no better as they, too, found themselves bogged down in a stalemate. With their advancements thwarted, Russian forces, capitalizing on superior logistics, artillery bombardment, and strategic placement, were able to unleash devastating fire upon the advancing Japanese forces, breaking their morale. Yet, the protracted siege and blockade at Port Arthur exposed us to the long, vulnerable supply lines from Europe to the Far East, which prolonged the stalemate at Tokyo.

In the end, both sides, wearied by the conflict, agreed to a ceasefire, leading to the signing of the Treaty of Kyoto. This treaty, not the more famous Treaty of Yokohama (as no significant battle took place in Yokohama), symbolized Japan's submission to Russian dominance.

This is the content of Treaty of Kyoto.

Treaty of Kyoto – 19051. Territorial Gains: Korea: Japan must formally withdraw from all its ambitions in Korea, recognizing Korea as a neutral buffer state between Japan and Russia. Russia, in turn, guarantees Korea's sovereignty and independence but gains influence in northern Korea to expand its sphere of power. Manchuria: Russia retains full control over Manchuria, with Japan agreeing to cease all claims or military presence in the region. This solidifies Russian influence in Northeast Asia and its control over key territories.2. Naval and Military Terms: Disarmament of the Japanese Navy: Japan is required to reduce its naval forces by half, severely limiting its ability to contest Russia's dominance in the Pacific. Japan's remaining fleet will be limited to coastal defense forces only, allowing Russia to expand its influence without opposition. Russian Dominance in the Pacific: Japan cedes control of the Tsushima Strait to Russia, ensuring safe passage for Russian ships and solidifying Russia's control over key maritime routes between Japan, Korea, and the Chinese coast.3. Economic Reparations: Indemnity: Japan must pay Russia a sum of 300 million rubles as reparations for the war. This amount helps Russia recover from the costs of the war while placing a financial burden on Japan, slowing their economic recovery. Resource Access: Japan agrees to provide Russia with preferential access to Japanese coal and steel for the next 10 years, helping Russia strengthen its industrial power in the region while hindering Japan's recovery.4. Ceasefire and Non-Aggression Pact: Non-Aggression Pact: Japan signs a non-aggression pact with Russia, promising to avoid any further conflicts or territorial expansion for the next 15 years. This guarantees peace in the region and allows both nations to recover from the war. Naval Inspections: Japan must submit to periodic inspections of its navy by Russian officials to ensure compliance with the treaty's disarmament clauses.5. Political Influence and Control:Japanese Domestic Politics: Russia secures the right to place advisors within Japan's military and foreign ministry, ensuring that Japan's foreign policy and military actions remain aligned with Russian interests for the foreseeable future.

This victory lifted a great burden from my father's shoulders. He was no longer shackled by the humiliation of defeat that had once caused him to lose respect within the military—a disgrace that culminated in the disastrous loss of control during the end of World War I.

As long as military power remained in the hands of the Romanov family, what significance was there in the people's discontent over the Emperor's refusal to embrace democracy and modernization like the rest of Europe?

Now, as a six-year-old, I can play in the mud as I please, with the knowledge that I had already secured Russia's victory in this war. The only challenge left is either securing another Russian triumph in World War I or preventing my father from intervening at all. So long as I succeed in these endeavors, nothing will stop us from thwarting Lenin and the Bolsheviks' schemes.

Naturally, I must also consider a suitable candidate to eventually replace Rasputin in the future. Originally, he was supposed to arrive in 1905; however, due to my timely intervention, my brother did not suffer from hemophilia. With the immediate assistance of Viy, we were able to swiftly treat the condition, which in turn delayed Rasputin's efforts to integrate himself into the Royal Family, as he had done in the original timeline.

As of now, there are no clear signs of him making any substantial moves toward my family, the royal family. Nevertheless, Rasputin is still widely recognized across Russia as a mystic healer, and in this world, he holds another identity—the Apostle of the Alien God.

This makes him even more formidable than he was in historical accounts. He must be kept far away from my family at all costs. In this altered reality, Rasputin presents a much greater threat, especially given the existence of mutants, magi, and heroic spirits, along with the Alien God and Eldritch Beasts that roam the lands of Russia with their own ambitious agendas.

His presence in a world filled with such dangerous forces only amplifies the risks, and I cannot afford to underestimate him.

For this reason, I know exactly who is the perfect candidate to replace Rasputin. I need someone who will be willing to fight the Apostle of the Alien God for us, a man who craves power and fame and possesses the necessary courage and capability to face such a being.

It's you, Aleister Crowley!

Please, don't disappoint me.