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It was definitely turning out to be one of the better days, as indicated by the sun beating through the windows of the small workshop Erich currently found himself inside. Sweating frantically, he strove to complete the day's project. Carpentry. It was definitely no light work, but it was something the sixteen year old boy's father took great pride in. Certainly that alone had the man encouraging his son to follow in his footsteps. He was a proud man and simply hoped the same could be said for his son, but it was something the boy didn't worry about too much. Each project was only helping to aid the Fatherland, after all. At least that was what he and so many others were always taught anyway. It was almost the perfect set-up for a boy who so greatly resembled the ideal German image with his golden head of hair and alluring blue eyes. This certainly had a few heads bobbing in his direction, and it was yet just another sign of satisfaction in his father's eyes.

The day's project was particularly daunting for Erich, but he was adamant. Cabinet building. It was definitely an art his father had perfected, but he didn't appear to have the same such luck. Noticing this, he simply glanced at his work in progress and sighed. Much of it was still crooked and lazily sanded which only brought back images of the boy's father; what would he think? Clearly he strove for his son to adopt the very same trade he had focused on for so many years before finally shifting his focus to politics.

Ah, politics. It was the one thing that seemed to really matter now in this time of desperation. Even the most passionate of tradesmen had been leaving their jobs in pursue of something greater. Erich's own father stood out as one such man. Certainly it didn't bother the boy who was his only son, but it did leave him with plenty of spite towards his mother who was all but deceased at this point. Hers was a face that simply burned in everybody's mind, even if just as an example of what not to become in a society so obsessed with ideological purity. Still, it was in the past so the boy simply shrugged it off as he continued struggling with his latest project.

Did Erich really want to be a carpenter? It was truly the burning question of the day, but one he couldn't think too much about. Certainly not under the prying eyes of his father at least, but this time he was absent. Perhaps just one of the perks of being a Nazi Party official, having one's presence nearly everywhere. With somebody as proud as Erich's father seemed to be, it was fitting. Relieving too, leaving the boy with some space to breath. "I think it's time for a break. What's five minutes of freedom?" He uttered as he placed down his tools and took one final glance at the cabinet in progress. There was no exaggerating the rough shape it was in, but the boy was confident that upon his father's return that everything would be set in place, making even the fussy Eichmann family proud. This managed to bring a small smirk to the boy's face as he proceeded to wipe the sweat off his brow before finally changing out of his work clothes.

Being in the heart of Berlin, there were plenty of cafes lining the city streets, but there was one in particular that managed to capture Erich's eye as he exited the workshop. It seemed to have a welcoming and homely aura to it, yet it was one he hadn't actually visited despite having arrived in the city almost a year ago. The boy admittedly missed Hamburg, but party work definitely made the boy's father needed in Berlin hence the two simply packed up and attempted to make a new life despite the absence of who was once a wife and mother. Fortunately, feelings of brotherhood were strong in these times of hardship, even enabling the boy to talk to passerby on the streets. "Is this cafe any good? I can't say I've been in there before." He blurted out, stopping an older man on the street. Startled by the boy's sudden appearance, the man simply nodded with sincerity before carrying on with his daily business.This alone was enough to prompt the boy to enter.

Unsurprisingly, there were other people present in the cafe, but Erich simply took a seat alone over in one of the far corners. It was away from the hustle and bustle and would perhaps even give him an opportunity to think things over. There was plenty of that running through his head, after all, with the amount of pressure being put on him. He certainly wasn't about to be surprised if others were currently trapped in a similar situation, but all these people present were not ones he was about to delve into the personal lives of. He had his own demons to confront and other people's would only be a further burden. Realizing this, he simply glanced out the window into the city streets as he awaited a chance to be served. Everybody was burdened by something, even if they didn't necessarily present it as they traversed down the street or sat in a cozy city cafe.

Imperfectionist said
More like spirits than ghosts, in that they exist separate from humans, have their own souls/free will, and aren't simply imprints of the dead. :) They're very interesting. Also, of course, in Islam some of them play the role of "demons". Seeing as they have free will, just like us, some powerful, arrogant jinn have chosen to scorn Allah and lead mortals away from salvation, to their doom...EDIT: There's no way for angels to rebel, as angels by definition have no free will, so the Corrupter-of-humanity figure is the first Jinn (the "Adam/Lilith" of Jinn), who grew arrogant, and turned away from the Creator.

Hah, alright. I was close then. I know more about Islam than the average person, but I'm not Muslim so I'd be lying if I said I was a complete expert. However, from my understanding there was also Pre-Islamic Jinn myths.

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