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 The Inheritance Project - inquisitornexus +++Thought for the day+++ |
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Hosstor, in his black trenchcoat concealing his numerous weapons, and myself, dressed akin to my apprentice, stepped onboard the Tau shuttle. After the destruction of what was known as the "Gue'la Library", the aliens had finally seen fit to move my location to somewhere more....'secretive.' Although Tau was not the biggest empire, and not the easiest place to hide, i figured the military world of Se'Cea should do the trick of keeping me invulnerable while i plotted against the High Lords. As i pondered this, the steely blue shuttle took off, headed south. Hosstor, not in one of his 'moods', spoke up, "so have you taken any thought about the Inheritance Project? it going to happen?" I nodded, now was the time when i could reveal nearly anything, so i decided to give him the plan's revision. I cleared my throat and removed my heavy jacket, pouring myself a glass of fine wine at the same time. project goes as planned, with several revisions. Versaal is out in the Segmentum Pacificus, doing our work." hosstor nodded in understanding, he knew full well about the Cult of Dessemus, renamed by Novus the Cult of the Lidless Eye. I continued, "slowly but surely, the people will love him. He and I will make sure of that. there is no doubt as to where their new loyalties lie, we kill him." Hosstor slowly shook his head, and asked, "why? Is it really neccessary to kill Novus?" I gave him the quizzical look in response, he replied, "sure he was a terrorist, but the mans devoted his life to YOUR beliefs now, understand that? Not Dessemus, not the Emperor, but YOU. You dont understand what you mean to people until its to late do you?" I felt the anger beginning to rise again, and my hand slipped to the hilt of my daemonblade. Hosstor stood up, i mimicked him, unsheathing the shimmering warpblade as he simultaneously shipped out his knives. "Dont you get," he said, with a hint of frustration in his voice, "that soon you wont have any allies left? If you carry on like this, you'll lose everything!" began to understand what he was saying, and slowly slipped the whispering sword back into its hilt. I nodded, and sat back down, retaining my calmness. "Perhaps," i admitted, "perhaps the death of a world was too much, but i swear it will not happen again. I did it only for the greater good of not the Tau, but the Emperor. those marines and cultists lived, much more than five hundred million simple CIVILIANS would have died. Much more than that, plus the fighting arms of the Imperium. As much as i hate it, i need the Imperium right now, and i need followers, terrorists and heretical marines can't stand in my....our..way..not now." seemed to control himself as well. I knew in any close quarters fighting, the chances were Jacob would win. He was younger, more agile, and was able to pull off gravity defying stunts that would leave Eldar in awe. Any fight i had with him, i would have to rely on my mind, or a daemonhost to do it for me. But i had no wish to kill Hosstor, nor harm him. But sooner or later, he would have to see it my way.... dreams, they kept coming. No matter what i did, i couldnt stop the sanity-twisting visions from fleeing my head. Meditation was an impossibilty, my mindscape was riddled with characters from my nightmares, dioramas being played out before me. tried to understand what was happening, but it only drove me further down the path of insanity. The minor scenes were disturbing to say the least, but the one that always kept coming back was the heretic's death. New players and different 'things' were always thrown in, subtle changes could be noticed as the weeks went by. I would stay awake for days upon end, just to find myself subject to even more hideous parodies of death in my mind when sleep caught up with me. There was no way escaping this... this time, i just let the dreams come, knowing nothing i did could stop them. This time, like all the previous, was worst than the last. The same crowd, the same heretic, the same orator at the podium. Dessemus was always there, always weeping. Rex occassionally made appearances, always staying i nthe midst of the crowd. figures leading me, the heretic in this scene, normally changed or differed in some way. Tuket always got trampled, and eventually disappeared entirely. O'J'Karaa vanished as time went by as well. A new player, i had noticed, one who had always been there actually, but i had never noticed, had joined the crowd. It was a pitiful thing, shambling along in rags. I didnt spare it a second glance, but i knew it must have some significant meaning. figures leading me to the stake werre definitely different this time. On my right: the machine man i had seen in my visions; on my left: the snake-like female. The man in the muddy robes had always tried to get close, but always failed. Over time i realised that it represented Helmadore. This time, however, Helmadore was alot closer than any other time; within an arms reach of me actually. was no fighting this time, no outbreaks as i was tied to the stake. The original guard, the one eyed man in the grey, overlooked from the shadows. I se myself turn to look at him, but he averts his gaze and walks off. The worm always appeared, this time gnawing on the fly's wings. Then i noticed another thing: everyone in the crowd was identical, they were all the same. Not just identical, but faceless. Dessemus, i noticed, was still weeping tears of blood. the fire was lit. I was burning, my silent screams not really disturbing anyone, only causing the orator in white to smile more. I noticed now that the fly had escaped the worm's grasp, flying off with one wing. The worm now, the many faced worm, was perched on my shoulder, whispering into my ear with one of its head. I screamed, and reality slapped me across the face.... |
