Chapter 4:
"A not so distant dream"
Pain...
Agony...
Despair...
Uncertainty...
Rot...
Temptation...
All those feelings amalgamated and multiplied to the millionth power, in an unparalleled suffering suffered for more than 10 millennia since he was buried in this that has been his grave since many centuries, even called "tomb" is something that perhaps it is out of place since it is not completely dead ... yet, its "tomb" was in fact a gigantic life support, a colossal machine, in whose golden depths, its body has been buried for 101 complete centuries .. .
...And counting.
A time in which his broken and broken body went from being an excellent and perfect mold of evolution, to a withered and dry shell, but this can not be called life for anything, none of the wonderful characteristics of life to state present in all these years, just one spark that every century fades faster and faster, and last less and less.
And all because of his most beloved and most revered favorite son, one of his two favorites, who was convinced along with another 8 (9?) Of his 18 brothers, that the giant and incorruptible golden man covered with divine light, that I save humanity in its darkest hour of extinction and oblivion, and that I create a powerful Imperium full of the most powerful weapons and soldiers ever created. He was a bad person who planned to get rid of them once they finished their work, after all it cost to create them, and by 4 demonic, crazy and evil entities devouring souls from another universe that proclaimed themselves gods.
He knows that he made many mistakes, most of them with his own children and at the most important moment, he knows that in his hands there is more blood than in all the dictators of the Earth put together, but all he did was for a love bigger than perhaps their own power, love for humanity, to ensure a better future and a brighter tomorrow.
And because in the end, in this galaxy that without reason hates humans, there were no other options, and in fact, they were all bad decisions, and it was in the hands of Him to take them, to bear the enormous weight of that burden in order to save them. of extinction and forgetting.
Countless and Invaluable beauties lost, Countless and insufferable battles ... countless lives lost ... merciless wars fought until the triumph, all for giving to that species that he loved so much, and continues to love, the greatest and only gift that so much struggle I wanted to give them: One more day.
And just when they were about to leave that dark age and return to the golden age, The Heresy happens, everything gets worse and he ends up locked in this machine called "The Golden Throne", where every second of his conscience uses it to keep a massive psychic beacon that allows your empire to move among the stars.
Nothing has changed only worse, and to add more salt to his wounds, or rather muriatic acid, his omniscience allows him to see as that dream of a radiant and powerful humanity, moved by progress, progress, reason and courage. it was turned into a twisted and ruined parody, one in which humanity is a totalitarian and dictatorial theocracy, a putrid corpse of its former glory moved by fear, hatred, ignorance. an Empire of humanity but without humanity, which has forgotten the teachings that He once gave him, and one of the greatest proofs of that is that, in a very ironic way, He is his only true God.
He could see how humanity, once owners of all the stars in the sky, became an animal caged and maddened by fear, paranoia and fanaticism, this being attacked by the 8 sides for more than 11,000 years, fighting without rest in a war that does not seem to end, in a galaxy that hates mankind without reason, full of innumerable threats that only want to eliminate this particular species from creation.
Humanity has fought against all of them and eliminated them all, in a Great Game in which they tirelessly fight to win against the Great Players, and these are:
On one side were the brutal Green Skins, in groups of billions sweeping, conquering, killing all the planets in their path, even if not in that order, The Orcs are machines to kill and fight, and the galaxy is their playground. games
On the other, and with great similarity, was the swarm Tyranid, coming from another galaxy, which devoured everything in its path.
Elsewhere, he could see all the Eldar factions, the remnants of a civilization that, in the past, ruled the galaxy and was the supreme species, but his arrogance, hedonism and madness made his empire fall and created a new "tumor" of the reality, now there are only the remnants of his people, who manipulated their people for the exclusive benefit of their race, preferring arrogance over survival and trying to resurrect their old glory in vain.
On the other hand, his Dark cousins, heirs improved from the perverse madness that led to the fall of his empire, did not worry about anything other than filled with the most crooked, depraved, vile and bloodthirsty excess, there are fates worse than death and The Dark Eldar is one of them.
Then there were the ancient enemies of the Eldar and Orkoz, remnants of one of the first civilizations of the universe: The Necrons, these literal killing machines have awakened from tens of millions of years of their lethargy to claim as their own the galaxy once more. even if that means erasing all glimpses of life from it. which they are able to achieve, counting on such an advanced and powerful technology that is confused with magic, the Necron are the representation made of metal and the power of death.
And finally, the greatest enemy of everything that exists, the reason of its very existence, the Ruinous Powers, The Dark Brothers, The Tumors of Reality, better known as The Gods of Chaos, created in a universe made of psychic energy Pure, created from an amalgam of the most violent, twisted, harmful and corrupted emotions and concepts given life and consciousness, they and their demonic hosts corrupt the beings of the material plane through their so-called "Gifts", their supposed "Blessings" , corrupting with Violence, Excess, Deception and Decadence to the beings of the material plane, everything to be nourished without ceasing, even when that means the complete destruction of the same reality. they are not thinking beings as their followers and cultists believe, who are nothing but naive who fall into the trap of these infamous beings.
He was created with the purpose, the goal and the duty to protect humanity from these creatures, becoming the very antithesis of these evil beings, in an Incorruptible Avatar of the Order that would put an end to them, ensure a prosperous future for humanity and these could take the place they deserve among the stars of the firmament, as owners of the same. Something he would have achieved had it not been for the betrayal of his son and the loss of his other 8 children, in addition to the death of his best friend Malcador.
Without anyone competent enough to manage the empire, this became a brutal dictatorship whose grip iron is the only thing that keeps humanity as a living species, but that has left the edge of death and oblivion the best that humanity as a concept represents.
He could see planets and entire sectors burn, in one of unfathomable times, in the fires of war thanks to a problem that could easily be solved with a simple dialogue, thanks to the brutal xenophobia of the empire the few times there could have been peace. destroyed.
He saw lives destroyed, corrupted, lost and condemned by the chaos and infernal madness that was lived in the 40th millennium of mankind. He felt perfectly all the immeasurable pain of his withered body. And the worst: he heard the laughter and whispers of the thirsty gods, his greatest enemies, Khorne The Lord of the Craneos described him as his massacre would drown in blood until the last inhabitant of the galaxy, Nurgle The Father of Diseases told him with emotion that, once his life finished extinguishing The Golden Throne, he would have the freedom to distribute his gifts left and right, Tzeencht told him how excited he was that everything was going just as planned.
And finally Slaanesh the princess of the excesses, she whispered in her perverse and melodious voice the good that He would feel if he simply surrendered, that if he stopped struggling using all his power to keep the Astronomical turned on, that if he stopped concentrating every second to keep the crack that was in Terra closed, and simply rest and dedicate herself to doing other things more pleasant, things in which she would gladly help him, if he let her take care of everything, then everything would be better, everything would be perfect.
Every day at every second in the material plane, and an unfathomable amount of time in the immaterial plane, He felt the overwhelming weight of their voices.
He had no mouth, but urgently needed to scream.
It was an endless horror, it was an infinite darkness, it was a nightmare that I could not wake up no matter that they pulled their eyelids, it was a hell more terrible and grotesque than you could imagine, it was ... it was ... it was ... ...
It was too much
It was too much!
It was too much!
It was too much!
IT WAS TOO MUCH !
IT WAS MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH !
Dipper opened his eyes, rose quickly from his position, and grabbed his chest in a way as fast and violent as in which his breathing was.
I look around for a quick answer from where he could be, and I find her when she sees her sister Mabel asleep in the next seat, she quickly calms down when I remember them from where she was and see her sister mingled.
He sat down again next to his sister, she leaned on his shoulder to feel close to the presence and warmth of his brother, while he was surprised that she was sleepy enough not to wake up because of the little fuss that Cause, he remembered that he was on a trip to Gravity Falls with his sister, to spend the summer with his great uncle Stan, and he found it when he could see through the bus window a sign that read:
"Welcome to Gravity Falls"
He took a deep breath and decided to go back to sleep for the rest of the trip.
At no time did he notice the thread of blood that ran from his nose to his chin, or the glow of his eyes like incandescent suns.
Locked inside that putrid prison by the Father of the Plagues, after losing her husband and her direct daughter, after being desecrated as a toy of that aberration created by the depravity of her children, and after falling into the custody of Father of the Plagues, forced to see how their children killed each other and anyone who was not like them.
Some to defend and try to recover their former glory, others for the mere fun of torturing and feeding on the pain of their victims, the misfortune of falling into the hands of the children who, somehow, made the madness that destroyed their people worse, it is as infinitely large as falling into the hands of a demon.
After remaining like the prisoner of rot, I testify the massacre of countless innocent lives, the destruction and corruption of life by her captor and her brothers, all while being used as a test subject to create new "gifts" that the Father of the Plagues and his family would spread over the innocents.
And all she could do was cry and suffer for the merciless, nightmarish, horrid reality that was now her life.
And the worst of all was to see that their children had the opportunity to get ahead, to overcome this adversity with the help of humanity, but they preferred pride over life again and again.
And once again ... She could only cry. Cry for each death, each mother and desperate cry out for not to take their children, for every soul that prayed for death to end the suffering that was subjected, cry to see as power, immortality and promotions are they destroyed countless innocent lives in the most horrible and emetic way.
Crying because in the galaxy no longer believed in innocence, forgiveness or kindness, instead only believed in different degrees of guilt, inflexible condemnation and eternal hatred without reason.
he held his head with both hands, and with long and enormous streams of the most pure and inclement pain running through his beautiful face, I exclaim with desperate cries:
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
STOP!
STOP!
STOOOOOOOOOOP!
Pacifica woke up violently terrified, sad and letting out a silent cry of pain, she could not move and she had a terrible pain coming from her belly, the pain that spread throughout her body was thunderous, as if a fist of infinite strength crushed her, he could not breathe because in his chest he felt the weight of a whole continent crushed, his veins burning as if by them ran burning fire from the center of the earth, and his head felt that it was about to burst, even though the worst pain came from his belly which is overwhelmed by an inclement mixture of all the above mentioned pains.
Luckily for Pacifica, so quickly began the torturous event ended, a massive relief ran through his body and felt like a breath of the coolest of the air after being exposed to the heat of the flames of hell. already with that event finished she could move and feel other things, she felt the softness of her Egyptian cotton sheets, she felt her face damp from the tears shed, and she felt a slight weight in her lap.
"Again ..." he said to no one in particular as he ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily.
She was bent over and when she opened her eyes she saw that in her lap were two oval crystals that shone with a celestial light of their own.
It was not until the next morning that he realized that the wall at the head of his bed, and the private garden of it, were overflowing with the most green and beautiful plants that grew exponentially.
She...
The...
That...
The Thirsty, The Seductress, The Princess of Ecstasy, The Goddess of Pleasures and Perfection, all those titles, Names and others She has received in her mere 10,000 years of life. she has won everything, everything beautiful and infinitely more than creation has to offer.
After all a being so valuable, so radiant, so beautiful, so great, so powerful, so unique, so magnificent, so unique, as perfect as she can only be, is the only one worthy of having and representing all the delights that the creation has to offer: power, glory, armies of subordinates blindly following each and every one of your orders, however insignificant they may be, all the pleasures that exist, all that she represents.
Only a being as perfect as she can see the true universal and unique truth that exists, what else can there be beyond obtaining happiness and endless pleasure? What can be more valuable than that? What can be more important than giving oneself the greatest pleasures without limit? What else can even matter?
The answer is more than obvious: Nothing, absolutely nothing, there is no purpose beyond that, pleasure is always sought, whether from the most insignificant as drinking a glass of water, to drinking the most divine and sweet elixirs that can have ... and then go more. That's the only truth
It is a colossal pity that their "brothers" and their "like", ha! as if someone could compare to her, they do not realize that detail, each one engaged in their own battles without purpose, taking everything that makes creation beautiful and doing it wrong all the time or without getting anywhere, it was incredible for the youngest of the pantheon to see that those who the oldest players of this game did not realize, in all its millions of years of existence, the true and only meaning of life and all because they decided to imprison themselves in rules and beliefs.
Khorne was only interested in killing and running blood streams, no more, no less.
The only thing that mattered to Nurgle was that, through their children and their gifts, people succumbed to despair and death.
To Tzeenth, even though he was the one who best took and benefited, he only cared about his plans.
And finally there was the other side of the coin, the most disappointing and boring of all: The Anathema, the one that most waste of power and strength represents
Being that he represented the human Perfection itself, with its so glorious, so beautiful and exquisite appearance, its gigantic power, its influence over its own to the point that, if he asks for something, his imperium will move the entire galaxy to achieve it, it does not matter how ridiculously insignificant it is, it changes forms, and its infinite love for beauty and gold.
Everything she could wish for, created to represent the perfection of her species. But in the end it was the worst of all, instead of having fun and letting himself be carried away by pleasure, instead of being free and doing whatever he wanted, he decided to represent what most disgusted him: order, laws, regulation.
This did not make any sense, never had it. The one who was the representative of the species that created things like Furry and Lolicon, Netorare, Yiff, R34 and more opposed her. And did he tell her that he was mad because he and his people joined him?
The naive believed that rejecting his divine nature and opposing her and others was the best thing, to separate his people and deny their existence and their brothers. and the result at the end was to be trapped for thousands of years while I saw everything I tried to build to become corrupted and lost, while she and her brothers laughed and delighted with mortal souls.
He could have united her and his brothers ... or only Ella and the others did not matter more than her, they could never care more than she, she being a newborn massacre a whole pantheon and she became absolute owner of the souls of a whole civilization and many more.
and instead of entrenching herself in her amusement, she decided to share it and teach the greatest pleasures to the beings inferior to her, to show her what the only true meaning is, and what do the rest of her peers and the respective followers decide to do? to repudiate it, to try to eliminate it, to call it an aberration, to ignore the truth that she alone has managed to see in her little time of existence.
But it does not matter, soon nothing that they do will matter, once their plan is finalized and will have on their side the only one worthy to be called an equal. Soon He will reach the limit, after more than 10,000 years of effort, pain, sadness, suffering and hear their seductive whispers again and again, He will fall straight into his arms.
Too tired to fight and to resist her pleasurable caresses, her delicious and wonderful pleasures, her broken soul will not be able to against Her, it will be corrupted by her power and finally she will see the same truth as her, she will forget her absurd goals without meaning and finally She will be the absolute ruler, becoming his Emperor and She will eventually become the Empress.
Or he will remain the Anathema and will be completely destroyed without leaving any trace that can be opposed to Her, whichever comes first.
While that moment arrives she will continue with her goal of acquiring more, more of the finest and exquisite dishes, More of the most refined and delicious liqueurs, More of the most brilliant and shining treasures, More groans of ecstasy and pain of the and more beautiful men and women of creation, More and of the greatest pleasures.
More Souls that give themselves in flesh and spirit to her and only her. Yes Yes! More! until the over-valued sanity is completely on its side to give total space to the perfections of pleasure and pain.
More!
More!
More!
More!
MORE!
Wendy woke up suddenly, she did not have time to think about the dream she had, she did not know what was going on or who she was or where she was, so she began to analyze the situation.
Thing that did him a feat as he felt as if the rays of light were lightsabers nailed to his eyes, he also felt as if someone had passed a train of a thousand cars on his head, while he blew the whistle of the train to everything he could give, then hit another train again and again and again and again.
but at the end I manage to overcome the pain to put things in order, and after doing a short analysis I can remember who she was and I concluded that this pain indicated I had a hangover, that reminded her that she was at a party and she surely drank more of the account.
As she returned to consciousness more and more Wendy realized several details that were definitely out of place.
1) I had awakened in the middle of the forest.
2) As if it were not bad enough, she was naked, good semi naked since she had some clothes on, but those clothes were nothing but the remains torn from a mini bikini that ripped her body and left nothing to the imagination, in addition to having bracelets, necklace and other jewelry that, although they were very fine and that could even swear that it seemed genuine of how well made they were, they made it feel ... weird.
3) there were scattered about like a couple of dozens of men and women, some nudes others with clothes and appearances not only revealing, or already flat out in their birthday suits, but also some men and women looked more feminine and masculine than others, all more unconscious and asleep than she, and saw that you have used some bed and pillow, besides having a lot of "toys" and torture devices scattered everywhere.
4) felt a mixture of strange flavors in the mouth and some pain in a certain part of the body, so I conclude that not only slept with those women and man, but slept with all of them
5) and what made it worse for the redhead:
"Damn, again, it's the eighth time this week," he said as he covered his face with his hands.
He decided not to think about the matter anymore and got up, took some clothes that were not as revealing as what he was wearing and left home, hoping that no further incidents would occur in what remained of the day ... or the rest of its useful life.
hello again comrades, here ImperialStar, bringing to all of you a new and improved chapter of this remake just for you.
and before you wonder why it takes so long, it is because this beau who violently types these words did not have any time to write since I was doing a course to learn the Russian language, which happens with almost honors.
so: ya seichas gavariti pa-rusky = I now speak Russian. in a basic and somewhat clumsy way, but I do it.
I thank all those who have liked and commented my story, with all my soul I thank them, this motivates me to move forward.
and without more anything to say, I say goodbye, see you in the next.