ZsaZsaRasputin Posted July 9, 2008 Share Posted July 9, 2008 I had this really disturbing idea for a new mini last night. About a priest who becomes a Tzeentchian daemon vassal... Included is the story/dream I had... Be warned, it really is a bit weird. Not finished either... It wasn’t fair, thought Kevin, as he rocked back in his cell… He hadn’t meant to hit the boy that hard, and besides, everyone could see he was being picked on again. Those damn altar boys think they’re so clever. Once day he’d show them all – he’d get into the priesthood eventually, and then he’d show them. He pulled out the secret shard of glass he’d hidden in this cuff. He had been sent to the padded room again, and it was time to cut himself… But this time something was different, his hatred for the altar boys was rising again, overflowing into something new and different. He looked at the criss-cross scars on his arms and wrists. They meant nothing – if they were meant to grab the Deacons attention they had failed. He needed to do something bigger and better. He hatred and again began to flow like a river now. He’d make them see… He raised the shard up to his forehead and began to press down, hard. He winced, and blood welled and ran down his face, running into his eyes and making everything seem red. He continued to carve. Soon, the pain faded away as he concentrated on his task – it was strange – he’d never felt so at peace. As he finished carving the rough triangle in his head, he reached up and began to pull at it, it took some effort, but soon a meaty slab of flesh came away in his fingers and he ran his fingers across the bare bone of his skull… But he wasn’t finished yet. He had tried his WHOLE life to enter the priesthood, he knew his parents had sent him there as a last resort, as he was too stupid to do a “proper” job, but he’d never quite managed to pass the tests, and now he had become a figure of fun amongst his peers. But maybe he could achieve something none of them could, the glass began to scratch slivers as he continued to trace the triangle in his skull… Maybe he could reach the ears of God in this new way. He had never sensed a connection before, and his faith was almost spent, but he had an epiphany; although Initiate Kevin Strauss would never have called it that. The glass continued it’s grisly task as he worked feverishly, staring blankly at the door of his cell as the blood seeped down through his unblinking eyes. Eventually, he began to feel the bone buckle and wobble beneath the edge of the shard, and he scratched until he could prise the roughly hewn triangle away to fall next to the flesh beside him. His faith was strong – he was sure he could hear a voice, although it was fuzzy and indistinct – maybe now God could reach him – he was talking directly to Kevin now! All he had to do was find the correct part of brain. Kevin pressed the glass through the triangular gap in his head – it was just about big enough for two of his fingers to reach through. It was as though he was being guided – he knew exactly what part to cut out, and what to avoid. His hand guided the glass edge precisely as he reached the correct area of his frontal lobe. Suddenly there was a flash and everything became clear. “My Son!” Kevin dropped the glass and sat up onto his knees, pressing his hands together in prayer – he’d done it! He was hearing the very voice of God! “My Son, you have reached me” said the voice. It was deep and metallic, and sounded as though it was comprised of many millions of voices all speaking as one. “My Lord!” Answered Kevin reverently, his hands pressed tightly together, he started to weep “Oh My Lord, I had almost lost hope!” “I know my son. And Lo, I came to you in your hour of need. You have served me faithfully all these years, and you are blessed.” Kevin was overcome with joy and rapture, “Oh My Lord! How I have waited for this day! I am your faithful and loving servant!” “My Beloved son. Yes. But you have not finished. I have a gift to bestow upon thee. I will guide you.” And Kevin’s hand picked up the shard of glass again. It was dinner time and Father Thomas carried the dinner tray down towards the cell. He was getting fed up of Initiate Strauss and his stupidity. If he was Deacon he’d have thrown the boy out years ago. He reached the door and unlocked it, the tray held in his other arm. As he opened the door he dropped the tray in disgust “Oh father Thomas! Praise be! Look! I have been bestowed a gift! By our Lord!” Said Kevin, turning toward the priest. There was blood everywhere, and Kevin held something cradled in his arms. “Oh come, won’t you worship him…?” Kevin lifted his arms for the priest to see. Father Thomas turned away and was violently sick outside of the cell door. “Oh father…” Said Kevin disappointedly… “How could you be so rude to our saviour?” Blood continued to trickle from his hollowed skull as Kevin rose and smiled at the cursed brain-infant in his arms – it’s developing limbs twitched spasmodically “How could you not praise the immaculate child of our Lord Tzeentch?” The Figure design I envisioned was of a figure in priests robes, cradling his own semi-attached brain in his arms, but which was half brain-half foetus. YUCK ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
13skullz Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 UGGGHHH...:sweat: nice story but a little sick and twisted... and you say this was in a dream of yours!?!?!?!?!? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZsaZsaRasputin Posted July 10, 2008 Author Share Posted July 10, 2008 Umm... Yes... :P Methinks maybe I had a little too much cheese that night... :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mordus Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 Dude, you must have devoured a dairy! :D Still...awesome idea. If a teensy bit sick-makin'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Onisuzume Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 ... I've read worse... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hubernator Posted July 10, 2008 Share Posted July 10, 2008 OK, that's freaky. I know I've had bad dreams but this is just nasty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asmodeus' Swordhand Posted July 12, 2008 Share Posted July 12, 2008 ah, lovely. Chaos is so beautiful :) :verymad: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tyrannicide Posted July 12, 2008 Share Posted July 12, 2008 I don't understand some aspects of the story but I think you've watched a little too much Saw, especially the third one. :verymad: The only thing is that this isn't power armored in the slightest. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Luy22 Posted July 12, 2008 Share Posted July 12, 2008 Well... I think we need to get a marine with a flamer in here, stat... This is crazy! O.o Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminatorinhell Posted July 12, 2008 Share Posted July 12, 2008 that was f***** up although i had one that could top it (can't tell here) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZsaZsaRasputin Posted July 12, 2008 Author Share Posted July 12, 2008 @Darth potato - as mentioned, it's unfinished. I plan to involve the inquisition and possibly some Grey knights :o And I haven't seen any of the SAW films - although I've heard they're pretty visceral... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dorns Padawan Posted July 12, 2008 Share Posted July 12, 2008 I thought i wrote some graphic stuff but brother, i am pleased to say the Inquisition will be knocking on your door rather than mine very soon! B) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
13skullz Posted July 14, 2008 Share Posted July 14, 2008 lulz. *slow, deliberate, heavy knocking.* _____ =][=|| ***** see this? inquisitorial symbol. get me that grey knight with the incinerator over here. stat. got a tzeentch crazed writer over here. burn it. all of it. leave none behind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZsaZsaRasputin Posted July 17, 2008 Author Share Posted July 17, 2008 Okay. Here's the beginning of the next part Baethor closed his eyes. He could still see of course, the swirling, eddies of power and esoteric forces outside the battle-barge coursing and waking along the massive bulk of the ship. He was no navigator, but being the chief librarian of the Marines Vulpine allowed him to see more of the empyrean than a non-pysker, and he knew the dangers of what lay beyond the flickering Gellar bubble protecting the barge from the seething malevolence beyond. He shut his mind's eye, and focused inwards, meditating quietly before they translated out of warp. Three days before, an imperial distress call had been intercepted by the ship's astropaths, though it had cut off abruptly. The source of the transmission was a Beta class planet called Arctos, a bleak, inhospitable place according to Imperial records. The majority of the planet was populated by the Ecclesiarchy, who favoured the planet for it's solitude and distance from busy Imperial trade routes. The civilian population of the planet numbered only a few million, small farming villages dotted across the temperate zones, with a minimal arbite and PDF garrison. There had been little to no astropathic traffic from the planet in centuries, it met it's levies and had given no indication of revolt or xenos incursion. The distress call had been a real mystery - it was panicked and garbled and was no fractured it would probably not have been detected at all if the Marine barge had not been in the sector at that time. Brother Baethos slowed his breathing, and relaxed his motor functions. His hearts slowed to almost undetectable levels, his pulse levelling out at about 1 beat per minute. He heard the octuple thumps of his two hearts' chambers, the hydraulic flow of his blood through his arteries and veins, and the pulsing of another heart. A heart vastly more powerful and massive than his own. The plasma reactors of the battle barge's engine room. He heard the echoing metallic ring of armoured footsteps approaching his dormitory. Gradually, he allowed his body to return to normal, opening his eyes and awaiting the buzz of the intercom. "Brother Baethor?" came the voice through the tinny speaker "Yes, brother Laevus. Enter." Baethor rose to his feet and pressed the stud beside the door, stepping back as the door slid open, allowing Sergeant Laevus to enter. "Brother Baethor" Laevus repeated, bowing his head in respect "Captain Daneos seeks your counsel on the bridge" "Thank you sergeant." Baethos lifted his helmet and boltgun and followed Leavus as he turned and walked away along the walkway toward the ship's internal elevator. Will continue this another time. It's late and my eyes sting :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted August 28, 2008 Share Posted August 28, 2008 Me likey! It's rather fun isn't it! Hand over the brain and no-one gets hurt! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OwenCrute Posted September 19, 2008 Share Posted September 19, 2008 Self-lobotomization is always good. ALWAYS, I SAY! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Primarch Corax Posted September 19, 2008 Share Posted September 19, 2008 I wantz rest of storwey! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Godspear Posted September 19, 2008 Share Posted September 19, 2008 I'm a fan. Kuato-esque brain children and conjoined fetuses make the best mutations/cultists. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ZsaZsaRasputin Posted September 19, 2008 Author Share Posted September 19, 2008 Argh - yes I should carry it on... Eventually... Sometime... :devil: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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