Post by Kabal of the Weeping Souls on Sept 9, 2005 21:06:54 GMT
Ok this story is dark, one thing I love about dark eldar is they are so self absorbed that they can make any whim of thiers reality, but I warn you this is rather dark story, bordering on sick at times. Hey the trains to and from London are boring, I have a laptop and a flaring imagination. Anyway this is a warning if your weak hearted you probably shouldn't read this.
That said, Enjoy!
Eden walked barefoot through the corridor leading towards her bedroom; it had been a long time since her kabal had been shattered by her disappearance, she shuddered at the thought of her children grabbing at each others throatts for the lead of the kabal, certainly she remembered having more before she left Commorragh. Still they soon bowed down upon mothers return, so all was well again now, a wry smile grew on her face, yes it was all back to normal now, as normal as the dark city got anyway. Eden looked at the paintings on the corridors walls, as the corridor progressed so did the paintings, the first were from before the fall, not her own, and showed great beauty; glimmering towers of silvers and gold, spires that reached towards the stars almost mocking the face of the Gods. Trees were growing as children played in the glory of their surroundings. Eden had always liked that picture, even thought she was not around to know the pleasure cults of before the fall she still felt at home while looking upon the face of the ancient homelands, but now to look upon the Eldar's ancient home was to look into the face of chaos’ wrath, the birthplace of a malevolent entity and a spewing portal into the bowels of hell, the thought made her shudder.
Pacing along the corridor Eden now stopped at a newer painting, one of the first she had done herself, it was crude and there was a lot of red paint used, thinking for a moment, it almost certainly wasn’t paint. The painting depicted a homunculus’ “workshop”, Eden’s father's to be precise, on a table was a Kroot, its limbs were missing and blood flowed from its open mouth, a look of pain on its face, Eden’s father was clearly depicted at the front of the painting standing before the operating table, a smile beamed across his face. Eden’s smile quickly faded upon seeing this portrayal, and as her eyes darted over the text below a tear began to form, the text was hand written Eldar runes, it read:
“I went into my daddy’s lab again today, this time he saw me and tied me up in the corner, he said he had something to show me, he cracked that creature’s legs and arms off, bit by bit, breaking bones with a disgusting crack. Daddy then fed its limbs to itself. That was the first time I saw daddy smile”
The tear trickled down Eden’s face reaching the impassable barricade of her finger before being wiped away, Eden closed her eyes trying to calm herself for a moment, however this was to no avail, all she saw when she closed her eyes was the extended plains of the cursed daemon world she had landed on a year past. She recalled the world where the land was alive and bled as you stepped, where the daemon’s wills were incarnated, where her few warriors dwindled, one every day in a new mishap, until it was only her left, oh how she recalled the nightmares. Eden snapped her eyes open and shook her head, that was behind her now, the Gods had shown her the path to take back to Commorragh and she had walked it, she didn’t have to look back now, all that was ahead of her was pleasure. Eden walked down the corridor with a renewed vigor, her gown flowing gracefully across the floor behind her, this time she ignored the pictures along the walls, there was little to gain from looking at more of them tonight.
Finally the archon reached a door, sliding it out of her way she stepped into her study, her eyes met her canvas of a half finished painting, the brush discarded across the floor, a greater avatar of that which shall not be named fleeing as a naked Eldar threw a trident like weapon at its back, for a moment she wondered if her agoniser was still lodged into that daemon, causing it the endless pain that it deserved, but she quickly turned her thoughts back to her plans for tonight. Eden looked to the corner of the room, a naked male mon-keigh was suspended by barbed hooks on the end of roped and chains. The hooks pierced his nose and eyelids, pulling them apart, keeping him aware of everything around him, more hooks pierced the flaps of skin between his fingers and toes pulling his legs and arms apart so he hung like a star, the wounds there were infected slowly rotting away into the palm of his hands. Yet more hooks pulled against his scrotum and shaft of his penis, pulling his genitals every which way and causing untold agony. Eden stepped up towards the ill-fated mon-keigh a thin smile upon her face and began to speak in the accurse cattle’s language.
“Tonight, my human friend is your lucky night. Tonight I wish to look my best for the gentlemen of this fair city, therefore your suffering is about to end!”
Eden moved her head up to the ears of the mon-keigh and whispered softly into his ears
“I hope you liked your life so far, because the end, I fear, is going to be rather messy”
With that said she pulled a lever behind her, the ropes and chains pulled harder and one by one the hooks tore through the mans flesh, blood spilled from his wounds as a stream . The barbed hooks continued to tear away at the humans flesh pulling holes through his eyelids while the barbs cut through his eyes. The human began to slump forward onto Eden, she caught him in her arms and once gain brought her head to his ears.
“Still alive? Why to you wish to endure this suffering for longer? Surely by now you should have accepted your fate? Perhaps I have underestimated you, hmmm?” She moved her face back and looked at the human face to face, the bloody sockets stared back at her “perhaps... you deserve a reward” Eden threw her hands around the mon-keighs scarred body and drew him close. “One last... kiss goodbye” She mover her mouth over his and forced her tongue into his mouth, lovingly she brought a dagger to bear and plunged it into the man’s abdomen, pushing it up through his ribs and into his heart. Eden drew out the human’s essence through his mouth and then stepped aside letting the corpse fall to the floor, feeling rejuvenated she looked upon herself in a mirror, her gown was covered in the blood of the mon-keigh so she slipped herself out of it.
Standing naked she gazed far into the mirror for a few more moments before heading to the door leading to her room, she slowly walked over to her grand bed leaving footprints of blood as she stepped. She clambered onto the soft silken fabrics of her tennis court sized bed and crawled her way towards a far bedpost. Opening a compartment the archon pressed a button and spoke into the small machine hidden within.
“Send in a Suitor. And tell him that I am in a good mood, assuming he can satisfy me he can become one of my beau’s.”
Eden focused her eyes on the door of her room and waited for a moment before it cracked open, a naked Eldar man stood in the doorway and gracefully began to walk towards her bed, she thought to herself “What are we if not the masters of art, from the traditional canvas, to the bodies of the prey species, but mostly our canvas is of our own pleasure, each stroke painting ecstasy, yes that is our true nature we are the artists of this petty galaxy, a higher form then any of the other fool races or those coward craftworlders."
She then spoke as the male climbed upon her bed “Tonight as we embrace each other we embrace the truest of arts, lets us both do our parts, I do so hate changing brushes half way through the painting.”
In her study the mon-keigh’s blood continued to spread across the marble floor, hitting the bristles of the discarded brush. After all the tools of artists only last for so long.
That said, Enjoy!
Eden walked barefoot through the corridor leading towards her bedroom; it had been a long time since her kabal had been shattered by her disappearance, she shuddered at the thought of her children grabbing at each others throatts for the lead of the kabal, certainly she remembered having more before she left Commorragh. Still they soon bowed down upon mothers return, so all was well again now, a wry smile grew on her face, yes it was all back to normal now, as normal as the dark city got anyway. Eden looked at the paintings on the corridors walls, as the corridor progressed so did the paintings, the first were from before the fall, not her own, and showed great beauty; glimmering towers of silvers and gold, spires that reached towards the stars almost mocking the face of the Gods. Trees were growing as children played in the glory of their surroundings. Eden had always liked that picture, even thought she was not around to know the pleasure cults of before the fall she still felt at home while looking upon the face of the ancient homelands, but now to look upon the Eldar's ancient home was to look into the face of chaos’ wrath, the birthplace of a malevolent entity and a spewing portal into the bowels of hell, the thought made her shudder.
Pacing along the corridor Eden now stopped at a newer painting, one of the first she had done herself, it was crude and there was a lot of red paint used, thinking for a moment, it almost certainly wasn’t paint. The painting depicted a homunculus’ “workshop”, Eden’s father's to be precise, on a table was a Kroot, its limbs were missing and blood flowed from its open mouth, a look of pain on its face, Eden’s father was clearly depicted at the front of the painting standing before the operating table, a smile beamed across his face. Eden’s smile quickly faded upon seeing this portrayal, and as her eyes darted over the text below a tear began to form, the text was hand written Eldar runes, it read:
“I went into my daddy’s lab again today, this time he saw me and tied me up in the corner, he said he had something to show me, he cracked that creature’s legs and arms off, bit by bit, breaking bones with a disgusting crack. Daddy then fed its limbs to itself. That was the first time I saw daddy smile”
The tear trickled down Eden’s face reaching the impassable barricade of her finger before being wiped away, Eden closed her eyes trying to calm herself for a moment, however this was to no avail, all she saw when she closed her eyes was the extended plains of the cursed daemon world she had landed on a year past. She recalled the world where the land was alive and bled as you stepped, where the daemon’s wills were incarnated, where her few warriors dwindled, one every day in a new mishap, until it was only her left, oh how she recalled the nightmares. Eden snapped her eyes open and shook her head, that was behind her now, the Gods had shown her the path to take back to Commorragh and she had walked it, she didn’t have to look back now, all that was ahead of her was pleasure. Eden walked down the corridor with a renewed vigor, her gown flowing gracefully across the floor behind her, this time she ignored the pictures along the walls, there was little to gain from looking at more of them tonight.
Finally the archon reached a door, sliding it out of her way she stepped into her study, her eyes met her canvas of a half finished painting, the brush discarded across the floor, a greater avatar of that which shall not be named fleeing as a naked Eldar threw a trident like weapon at its back, for a moment she wondered if her agoniser was still lodged into that daemon, causing it the endless pain that it deserved, but she quickly turned her thoughts back to her plans for tonight. Eden looked to the corner of the room, a naked male mon-keigh was suspended by barbed hooks on the end of roped and chains. The hooks pierced his nose and eyelids, pulling them apart, keeping him aware of everything around him, more hooks pierced the flaps of skin between his fingers and toes pulling his legs and arms apart so he hung like a star, the wounds there were infected slowly rotting away into the palm of his hands. Yet more hooks pulled against his scrotum and shaft of his penis, pulling his genitals every which way and causing untold agony. Eden stepped up towards the ill-fated mon-keigh a thin smile upon her face and began to speak in the accurse cattle’s language.
“Tonight, my human friend is your lucky night. Tonight I wish to look my best for the gentlemen of this fair city, therefore your suffering is about to end!”
Eden moved her head up to the ears of the mon-keigh and whispered softly into his ears
“I hope you liked your life so far, because the end, I fear, is going to be rather messy”
With that said she pulled a lever behind her, the ropes and chains pulled harder and one by one the hooks tore through the mans flesh, blood spilled from his wounds as a stream . The barbed hooks continued to tear away at the humans flesh pulling holes through his eyelids while the barbs cut through his eyes. The human began to slump forward onto Eden, she caught him in her arms and once gain brought her head to his ears.
“Still alive? Why to you wish to endure this suffering for longer? Surely by now you should have accepted your fate? Perhaps I have underestimated you, hmmm?” She moved her face back and looked at the human face to face, the bloody sockets stared back at her “perhaps... you deserve a reward” Eden threw her hands around the mon-keighs scarred body and drew him close. “One last... kiss goodbye” She mover her mouth over his and forced her tongue into his mouth, lovingly she brought a dagger to bear and plunged it into the man’s abdomen, pushing it up through his ribs and into his heart. Eden drew out the human’s essence through his mouth and then stepped aside letting the corpse fall to the floor, feeling rejuvenated she looked upon herself in a mirror, her gown was covered in the blood of the mon-keigh so she slipped herself out of it.
Standing naked she gazed far into the mirror for a few more moments before heading to the door leading to her room, she slowly walked over to her grand bed leaving footprints of blood as she stepped. She clambered onto the soft silken fabrics of her tennis court sized bed and crawled her way towards a far bedpost. Opening a compartment the archon pressed a button and spoke into the small machine hidden within.
“Send in a Suitor. And tell him that I am in a good mood, assuming he can satisfy me he can become one of my beau’s.”
Eden focused her eyes on the door of her room and waited for a moment before it cracked open, a naked Eldar man stood in the doorway and gracefully began to walk towards her bed, she thought to herself “What are we if not the masters of art, from the traditional canvas, to the bodies of the prey species, but mostly our canvas is of our own pleasure, each stroke painting ecstasy, yes that is our true nature we are the artists of this petty galaxy, a higher form then any of the other fool races or those coward craftworlders."
She then spoke as the male climbed upon her bed “Tonight as we embrace each other we embrace the truest of arts, lets us both do our parts, I do so hate changing brushes half way through the painting.”
In her study the mon-keigh’s blood continued to spread across the marble floor, hitting the bristles of the discarded brush. After all the tools of artists only last for so long.