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"Your presence does not surprise me, Assassin. I have known of you ever since your craft entered the Eastern Fringes. Why did I not have you killed? Because your mission and the act you are about to commit proves the truth of all I have ever said or done. I merely punished those who had wronged, just as your false Emperor now seeks to punish me. Death is nothing compared to vindication."
A sense of pressure building before a storm pressed the air in the room to an uncomfortable thickness. From out of this rolled a thunder of action that Curze had yearned for, and the last sane pockets of his mind now begged for.
The Assassin took her chances and drove her blade into his throat, crimson blood flowed from the wound.
"Vindication..."
His mind erupted in agony as the Assassins blade slips from his throat...flashes spring into his mind of what could have been...a legions purpose renewed...traitors hunted down as beasts...his...father...smiling sadly at him...as..as he...spoke...
No father wishes for his sons to suffer, no matter what burdens he is forced to place upon them. If only you and I could have met one more time, Konrad, I could have shown you back to the light. But now another path must be taken...you have become the very thing you wished to erase from the galaxy...but now I offer you...a second Chance...
His father held out his hand to him, The Emperors face saddeningly hopeful as the shattered mind of his son slowly reached out to him as his body slowly died, tears and gargled sobs escaping from him as the damnable Assassin looted his corpse before he even took his last breath...
In a fraction of a moment, the scene changed around Konrad...his body no longer that of the dying insane man that was the Night Haunter... but of a small, scared boy who had not yet seen the light of distant stars beyond Nostromo's eternally smog and soot covered sky as his former self had...His twin hearts pounded in fear as he curled up into a ball... his mind racing as his thoughts became truely clear for the first time since clawed himself from an early grave upon arriving on nostromo... he darted his eyes around, he found himself in a puddle of rain water as a strange warmth faded, but never left...
Two exterior walls shielded him from the full brunt of a raging storm over head, the water making the medical garb, of which was eerily similar to the medical garb that clothed him when he first arrived on Nostromo, cling to his fairly muscled but gangly body...He looked up as lightning sprang out in the distance, followed by the bellowing rumble of Thunder...he watched the sky much in the same way as a theatre patron watches an opera... completely enraptured by the ever changing and shifting bolts as he seemed to slowly become...calm...
The world around him fell away as he stood, his body felt unused, as if he had withered on a deathbed for his entire life...regardless he forced himself to stand, the wind and rain sticking his onyx hair back in unkempt strands as he started to look around at his surroundings...as he moved to the entrance of what he knew to be an alley, he looked out at the street...his curiosity turned to confusion.
'When did the hive streets become so...clean?'
he moved faster to properly view the street, as he observed his ever expanding surroundings...what he saw surprised him, rather than the all too common slum marketplaces of Nostramo Quintus he grew up terrorizing, he found himself on a near empty street, the lights of restaurant's and other gathering places shining on the rain-washed concreate and pavement of the sidewalk and road as a group trudged through the downpour, carrying what looked to be boxes of pamphlet's...the iconography of what seemed to be the head of a bear emblazoned across the waterlogged cardboard...
Konrad moved to take a closer look at the, what he assumed to be, locals but a glimpse upward forced him to snap his head up to a break in the clouds...in all the time he had seen the skies of Nostromo, he had Never see the smog break...and even after he took up the roles of Night Haunter and Primarch, he had never seen anything like the shattered moon that hung in the slowly clearing skies...
geetings reader(s)! I had this plot bunny earlier but i am having trouble deciding on how to progress it, if you, the reader, want to help get this off its feet my discord is Bismarck#3303. you will be credited. Have a blessed day and may the Omnissiah guide you!
