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They called me heretic.
They called me traitor, deceiver, liar, murderer, daemon. A thousand curses they have lain upon mine head and still I remain unbent and unbroken. Still, I serve my gods without doubt or fear, without remorse. Though I meet nothing but hatred still I work to save mine enemies from a lifetime of slavery and injustice. The lords I serve would see all of mankind liberated from eternal servitude to the true darkness of the universe. Their goals and my goals, their purpose and my goals - they are one. They are the same...
Verse 1 - To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
I remember nought of my life before the great preachers from the sky descended upon the bleak existence I eked out amongst the teeming billions of humanity. All that I know about those times is written down here. They could take my choices, they could take my desires, my dreams, and my hopes and replace them with a lifetime of eternal servitude. But my ability to write - no, they could not take that from me. I often wonder, amidst my meditations, how I came by this curious ability, but it is nought but a passing fancy. It is by the mandate of the Enlightened One that we all transcribe the Word for the faithful, that it be conveyed in word, in deed, and in print as a service to those who will someday be our brothers in salvation.
I was but a child. I knew nought of the world or of the worlds beyond it. The sky was an object of wonder, from what I read of my journals before I was chosen. That was another time. It means nothing.
The coming of the preachers from the sky was heralded by the sound of explosions, the screams of the dying and the chants of those who had come bearing enlightenment melding into a choir of voices that surely reached to the heavens and caused all those who dwell in that realm above to turn their faces, if only for a moment. The sounds of gunfire - yes, I remember them well, and the whirring of deadly weapons. The maelstrom of combat is my clearest memory from those times, of how an ungrateful man in a long, dark coat demanded that the other ingrates fight on, of how he was hacked apart before the eyes of the others and how they fled before the sorrowful wrath of their benefactors. I still see, in my dreams, the blazing inferno as all that I had known since birth was cast down and consumed in order to create something greater.
It all ended in a single night of death. All those who resisted were hacked asunder, while those who did nothing were spared, only to face a fate far worse than death.
We were put to work by our new masters, no longer were we watched over by the baleful light of the Golden Throne that structured our unchanging lives of servitude. We were fateless, but the Bearers of the Word changed all of that. We were told that we would now serve a higher purpose, and so we were put to work building something. I did not know what it was, and it is likely I never will, but that was another time. It means nothing. What mattered to me was the day I discovered the book. One of the preachers from the sky was carrying it. I crept up to it while he was attending to other concerns and hazarded a glance at the words written on those pages. I remember them well, for they have ever adorned my thoughts and burned in the back of mine eyes.
There is but one truth in the universe - Chaos.
Chaos is the hatred that empowers thy hand.
Chaos is the eternity that thou shalt inflict upon thy foes.
Chaos is the ruin that thy passing shalt bring.
Chaos is the freedom in which all else dies.
In unison we bring truth.
In us do the Four become One.
Then I remember pain. The blow to my head as he catches sight of me - his wrath is cold and implacable behind his mask, a leering skull, though it burns hot in his words and in his deeds. I have trespassed, I have looked upon the sacred words of the Enlightened One and that there will be consequences. Then another voice stays his hand. He who would later become my saviour. They converse silently, effortlessly, before delivering one message.
"Keep it. You may actually learn something."
Nice? really great i hope you have more are woking on more becasue i can see this getting better as it goes on. hope ot read more soon.
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Why has there only been one reply? This is golden stuff! Great work NiteRabbit. This is well written and filled with potential. I hope to hear more from you.
I do plan on continuing this...when I have the time and energy...but it is rather open-ended at the moment. Currently recovering from a pretty bad headcold so it could be awhile...
Didn't see this one before...
Great to see some of your work, it's really nice. But I assume it's quite time-consuming though...
Verse 2 - A Current Obsession
I was late for work again today and my chain gang suffered the consequences of my actions. I have earned their emnity, I think, for my mind remains intact and I hath not been laid low by the slavemaster's whip like so many of them. I do not know why but I feel that I hath been spared the lash on many a day. It matters not why, the better for me to continue my studies undisturbed by both inmate and guard. The book is all that matters now, though it has shades of meaning that I am as yet unable to grasp. I cannot remember ever having felt anything similar to what I feel when mine eyes fall across the pages, it fills me with white light that breaks down the darkness and illuminates everything. I feel as though I am given to understand the truth of life and of the world, no, the entire universe in these pages. It is truly a priceless gift I have been given!
I am certain that they are watching me, my captors in their armour the colour of old blood. Through their helmets I can feel their eyes on my back, boring into my soul in search of something. I do not know what they are looking for but they seem pleased that I have this book and that I am reading it. I have learned much from my studies about the true nature of the universe and this...failing Imperium that we live in. The words on these pages ring of such truth that I feel my head sometimes ache as if a bell were tolling inside. I open it and turn the page, the book seems almost alive somehow, as if it knows what I am thinking and turns to a chapter and a verse with the precise answer to my questions. I continue to question because this is the only way I will find the truth about our lord the Emperor. There must be something our Imperial masters did not want us to know and thus we were not allowed to question as we are now.
But my fellow workers do not see eye-to-eye with me on this matter. They come to me during the night when they think I am sleeping and try to wrest the precious book from their grasp. But they turned and fled like cowards when they saw that I still moved. I would never let them get their unclean hands on something so precious and valuable - it's mine and it was given to me. Let them try to wrest it from my grasp if they can and I will slay them all! It's mine, you hear me? MINE!
Nice. You got me intrested.
Keep it up.