Post by Hellbrass Odesseron on Dec 28, 2004 16:58:48 GMT
Reasoning beyond reason
With a smack his head hit the floor, flecks of blood flying from his mouth to paint a bloody picture of pain on the green marble tiles that cover the floor and walls of the chamber. A small chuckle escaped the creature standing over him; the animal was enjoying this! It was in ecstasy! Rakloff rolled onto his back with a moan, on one side of him was the black obsidian table from which he had fallen. Every muscle in his body screamed for death but this infernal creature had kept it at bay for days, the thing was a master of pain.
Why him? He’d asked himself that question every time his torturer paused for breath. What had he done to deserve this? For love of the Emperor he would have died a thousand times but this, no amount of faith could convince him that this was necessary. His eyes flicked from side to side madly looking for a sign, any possible indication that would point to this being a dream. Instead all he saw was that mysterious cloaked figure standing in the shadows. The thing always came, day after day, to watch him suffer.
As he lay there on the cold marble he found his mind wandering as it was doing more and more frequently now. He coughed violently, shaking his whole body, and more blood spattered over the smooth flooring of the chamber. The night he was taken, he remembered so little of it now, they had come in the dead of night. No one knew who they were of where they came from. They were merciless, attacking without warning killing most of the column with the first wave of fire. The guns! He remembered now the light that was in fact darkness as it splintered through his tank. What unholy weapon it had been he did not know but he remembered the fear he had felt at the time.
He almost laughed at the memory, fear? What had he know of fear then! No, fear was just an emotion then; now it was tangible thing, a stabbing pain that could be moulded and shaped. It was the weapon of his captors, whoever they were.
The vial fiend above him drew a wickedly curved spike from within his robes and cackled evilly. It twitched the instrument slightly and two grotesque malformations of flesh shambled towards him and seized him under each arm, throwing him back into the black table. As his head fell to the side again he caught a glimpse of that shadowy figure again. Enough. Whatever was happening here it was its fault. That thing in the corner! It knew why he was here! It could make this end!
With a great effort Rakloff pulled himself up and lurched towards the shadow. “Who; areyou!” He whispered as he fell, he broken legs unable to support him. To his surprise the figure answered, unmoving and out of sight but still an answer came, of sorts.
“Well, something new at last. Of all the Mon-Keigh I have seen tortured you are the first to address me.” The thing almost seemed amused by the notion, this infuriated Rakloff even more but even as he began to reply a sharp pain shot through his back, the torturer stood over him with that instrument of his smiling wickedly showing rows of deformed and blackened teeth, all pointed.
The shadowy figure continued talking as if nothing had happened. “Who am I? You wish to know who I am? Very well. I am the one who robs you of your pride, I am the false promise of freedom within your head, I am the father of all lies. I am the bringer of death and pain. None escape me; rich or poor, old or young, strong or weak I come for you all. One by one I watch you fall, I am your greed and your lust incarnate, I am the one you call evil but I am so much more.
“I am the one who takes your love and leaves you with emptiness. I am the one who imprisons your soul within your own mind; I am the one who turns your hopes into my games. I am more powerful that all the armies of your Emperor, I am more violent than your twisted Chaos Gods; I am more deadly than death itself. I have destroyed more than all your petty wars put together. I am the relentless march of legions; I am the unpredictable and ever changing wind. I am the one who waits for your last breath…”
Rakloff felt stupefied. Completely overcome. From any other person this would have sounded like madness but right here right now he believed every word of it. “My Lord” he stammered but before he could utter another word he was seized again and slammed back onto the obsidian altar to this dark horror. He screamed as the foul torturer plunged his instrument into his flesh. “my loRd, HELP….”
Hellbrass stood motionless in the shadows and chuckled. How amusing Mon-Keigh were. They had no clue as to what purpose they served. Even with all their elevated ideals and noble wills to him they were nothing more than prey…
