I am loath to actually write something here. I feel like it is bringing my own writing down several levels simply by associating with you. I must post, however, simply because you are too ignorant to see my point any other way. What follows is a poor piece of work for me, but still better than any you have done. Those of who I speak shall know themselves, and their faults.
It swept through the Bleed, that massive gap between the worlds. Some have compared it to space, as it bears the same near-endless gaps and strange energies. But any who have seen the Bleed, truly looked upon it with bare eyes will know that no comparison can be drawn. It is an always-shifting, always-moving morass of colors and shapes. Abstracts to do a modern artist proud, and bizarre symbols flowed side by side in this place. It is said that if you stare to long, you begin to see things, strange, wonderful, terrible, world-altering things. To travel through the Bleed is to take your life into your own hands. Yet still they came.
There is one thing in common with almost all spacecraft, in any story or show. They are almost always sleek, and futuristic, heralding a new era of technology, showing us the advanced workings of the future realm. Not this craft. No one could mistake this craft for a wonder of a Utopian age. A full mile long it was and half as wide. It was a gothic monstrosity, seeming to be the composition of thousands of churches and cathedrals, or perhaps the largest holy place in existence. No simple flying building this though. While sporting gothic design, it still retained the shape of a spacecraft, bearing viewports, and array. If one looked hard enough you would find that under many arches, cannons and blasters hide.
Inside the great beast, figures moved. Less than one would expect for a ship this size. Some of them are not important as of now. We shall now focus on one in particular. He sits in his study, a sinister, empty place bearing few furnishings and no homely comforts. He is a small man, and wears tinted glasses, drumming his gloved fingers on the desk. Finally, he rises, stepping towards a strange insignia on the wall, one that the readers of this story are not privileged enough to see. He bows to it, and then turns to the wall. The wall slides away, revealing the swirling colors of the Bleed. The man stares at them for a long time, watching their ever shifting shapes, and beginning to hear the music of that terrible, wonderful place.
Ego
profiteor ut Imperator Omnipotens (I confess to the Emperor
almighty)
Ut beatus Dominica of Quill (To blessed Demerus of the
Quill)
Ut beatus patronus Michaelus (To the blessed patron
Michaelus)
Ut sanctus dominatio , ut totus vinco (To the holy
lords, to all the masters)
Inspector L:
Lord Demerus
You
know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
The
Bleed:
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
L:
Lord
Demerus
You know I'm so much more skilled than
The common,
vulgar, unoriginal, cliched crowd
The Bleed:
Ut is has
exorsus (That it has begun)
L:
Tell me, my master,
Why I
see them flitting all around
Why their useless chatter haunts my
ears
The Bleed:
In vestri nomen (In your name)
L:
I
hear them, I see them
The chittering of their twisted stories
It
drives me out of all control
The Bleed:
Verbo et opere (In
word and deed)
L:
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire I will
wield
This burning
Desire
to burn them in their skin
It is my fault
The Bleed:
In meus intentio (In my plan)
L:
I
will be to blame blame
The Bleed:
Mea culpa (Through my
fault)
L:
My hand will strike the match
To set this
category aflame
The Bleed:
Per meus plurimus mirus mendum
(Through my most wonderful fault)
L:
It is my fault
The
Bleed:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
L:
And is your
plan
The Bleed:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
L:
To
burn the fools
Destroy them to a man
The Bleed:
Per meus
plurimus mirus mendum (Through my most wonderful fault)
L:
Aid
me, my master
Don't let them cast their spell
Don't let their
clichés burn my flesh and bone
Destroy all the authors
And
let them taste the fires of hell
Let their deaths be mine and mine
alone
Officer Bigby (SPOKEN):
Inspector, we've almost
arrived
L (SPOKEN):
What?
Officer Bigby
(SPOKEN):
The category sir, we've almost reached it.
L
(SPOKEN):
Excellent, now leave me, my friend
I'll burn them, burn down all their category
L:
Hellfire
Dark
fire
Now authors, it's your turn
Choose quitting or
Your
pyre
Leave now or you will burn
PRIESTS:
Imperator have
haud misericordia (Emperor have no mercy)
L:
Emperor have
no mercy for them
PRIESTS:
Imperator tribuo vires (Emperor
give strength)
L:
Emperor have strength for me
The
Bleed:
Imperator have haud misericordia (Emperor no have
mercy)
L:
They will give in
Or they will burn!