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Tarnesh of the XII LegionTarnesh strangled the legionnaire. The chain of his meteor hammer dug into the carved flesh of the Emperor's Children warrior. Veins throbbed beneath the strangling warriors’ forehead and neck. Tarnesh laughed a guttural laugh that spoke of released evil and animal instinct. The Emperor's Children warrior sagged, dead. Tarnesh released his grip on the meteor hammer and rose. He stood before the dead form and smelled the bruised air: blood and hate, death and life coiling into a miasma of insanity. Blue and white armor clad warriors battled with warriors of the III, their armor varying from legionnaire to legionnaire - purples and pinks, raucous colors that made ones stomach lurch and heave. Sickening, he thought. The blue and white warriors were lost to the Nails biting into their ravaged brains. Fury and the wanting of blood to be spilled burning on their grimaced visages. Tarnesh watched this from a collapsed building that spoke of alien origin. Smooth and clean, not like Imper
FireMemories flee from me. My mind is broken, shattered beyond repair. Fragments form, shining with horror and sorrow. Black sand. Burning skies. Thunderous booms and heat washing over me. I feel nothing below me. I am on my back. Darkness. I am being dragged. The earth ruptures before my dulling eyes. I hear voices. Blackness. I’m not on sand, I feel nothing. I see darkness, save for a hazy light above me. I hear a clang to my left. A cough to my right. Darkness. ‘Vulkan…’ I rasp my throat dry. ‘He’s dead, brother,’ a voice in the darkness calls out. ‘He died on the sands, consumed by the fires of war and betrayal. I saw it happen.’ the voice was melancholic, distant and numb.
Was he a son of Vulkan? ‘Whe… where am I?’ I ask, my mind throbbing. Nothing. Darkness. I awake in light. It bathed me in its warmth. I look around, finding my armor hung upon a wall, the Mantles of Ash looked ruined, broken. It hurt my hearts
Slave Wars: SkalathraxSkalathrax
Tarnesh fought with meteor hammer and boltgun. The blood painted his white and blue armor, freezing in the cold air of the Daemon World. The Emperor’s Children warrior before him was on his knees, swaying in the frozen air. ‘The pain, the blissful escape of life. I can feel it, the embrace of the Pleasure God upon my skin. It hurts, it is a good pain. I enjoy my painful dea....’ the warrior never got to finish, Tarnesh smashed the warriors’ skull with a swing from his meteor hammer. The battle raged around him: the destruction of a World Eaters rhino from a missile, the conflagration and the brutal hand-to-hand combat of a rampager squad diving into the burning trench, the bark of bolters and the clang of swords. But this… distraction left him as the Nails took hold, singing their painful melody into his brain. He saw red, the throbbing pulse of blood vessels bursting in his eyes as he lunged into the fray. His meteor hammer crushed the chest o
Victory of the Order of the Bladed SunThe convent was burning; the fires licked the bruised sky, smoked billowed and carried the history away on winds of sorrow. The number of dead was rising; Prioress Angellica Tendiol was dead, along with the majority of command. She died fighting, bolt pistol singing holy justice while her chainsword was an angelic hymn on revving fury. Rumored was that she had fifteen enemies laid before her, bloodied and dead. Vox-chatter was gone. Distant battles around the convent tolled like the bells. However, Sister Superior Dorinia knew what was happening: they were losing and going to die.
The traitor rabble flew from the clear blue skies hours before, troop transports of various designs, cut through that blue sky and rained hell. Cathedral after cathedral cried out for aid, but they ended quickly. The Order of the Bladed Sun’s convent stood upon the hill of tears, on the outskirt of the capital city of Sorrow’s End. Dorinia recalled seeing the Prioress standing on the steps, weepin
SacrificeThe cheering rose from the base of Temple Hive Tonatiuh to the upper tiers, for the Sacred Ritual. Priests in long cloaks of black with stains of blood chant to Tonatiuh, with each priest wearing a mask of Death and Rebirth. The feather-armor of the Eagle warriors shone in the sun. They guarded the beast that was about to die for Tonatiuh. The ululating chanting rose higher and higher, the Temple quaked cause of it. Ataxa Quex smiled. His heart thumped with the beat, the power of man showing their love for their God, the God who sits upon the Throne of Aether Fire, the God that fought for humanity, shedding His very being for that they may live in peace and prosperity. His radiance shines throughout humanity’s entire domain. This sacrifice to Him will add to His never ending will. The soul and ash will be gifts unto him. Ataxa watched his feathered-armored kin march the beast to the altar. Chains clink as they shake. The green beast, dazed and confused, looks around. With mouth h
BoomThe wall exploded as the Leman Russ Punisher drove through. Engines howling and releasing toxin fumes into the enclosed space of the lower hab-block. Furniture was crushed beneath churning treads. The Punisher Gatling Cannon turned back and forth, scanning for targets. The crew was hungry for battle, to feel the rumble of the turning barrels as they spit out shell after shell. ‘Nothing yet, just a shitty room with shitty nothing, sir,’ Gunner Joesf Rewaq said, his eyes glued to target optics. His thumb flicking through infrared to thermal. ‘Wait, got movement to the right, next to the staircase.’
The turret hummed as it turned to face the possible target. ‘Loading,’ Dereg said. The humming died away and the sound of metal on metal clanking into position. The cycling of ammunition was a comforting sound, Joesf thought. ‘I see it, open fire on my command.’
Captain Yesf Belei was a young man, but earned a reputation for having a well-oiled c
The War in Heaven PrologueRa'tesh stood upon the overlook. Staring at the billowing tormented sky. Streaks of lightening danced above in random order - beautiful chaos. He remembered the days he spent looking at the radiated skies of his home world many millennia ago. The devastated people and land, one in the same. Many had died those days. Many suffered devastating diseases, which, ironically, made him an outcast. Oh, those days were long gone. A lash of green energy scoured the air near him, then another and another. Screams added to the din to the atomization of these... these bipedal creatures. They were slow and brutish, technologically inferior to them. Swathes died as their genetic makeup was torn asunder: clothes, armor, and flesh became nothing, dust on the wind. If he could laugh at these creatures, he would. Primitive laser weapons bolted before him, leaving scorch marks on his armored form and those of his kin. Ra'tesh just stood there; looking at the swarm of flesh fought the metal monstrosities t
The War in Heaven‘It could have been worse, Ra’tesh. If my guards and I didn't reach you in time, you would be another corpse in the crypts.’
Ra’tesh barely paid attention to Telemech’s ramblings. Fool. Your son is a violent sycophant, he thought. ‘How long was I out for?’ he asked, his long and bony fingers slide across his recovered face - yet the ulcers and crusted skin were still present. He stared into a mirror that was opposite of his bedding. He never really looked at himself before, how he looked, or anything. The high cheek muscles, the elongated face that was in a permanent rictus state. Deep, sallow eyes glared back him. Pits of despair and anguish, he thought. The bruising was gone, his nose was set back in place, and his teeth were good as new. ‘Six months. When we brought you on the ship, you were unresponsive. Eyes glazed over and swelling formed over your eye and the side of your skull. Putting immense pressure on your brain. Organs flared
And he came forth, wrathful judgement'The line just... just broke. Men were torn to shreds, gun-emplacements torn from their housings, bunkers turned to rubble in a flash,' the young said, his eyes wide and drawn back as he stared into the distance. 'I'm no coward, but I ran - for cover and to compose myself. Monsters taller than the statues you see in the promenade of a church or something. Dried, flayed skin waved as they ran into us, bashed us, tore us apart,' he took a long drag of lho-stick. 'Skulls held by rusted - or possibly dried blood and gore - chains jangled. Some chipped and broke, but the rest just clattered, like the insignificant bangs of the stubber's we had.'
He just stared into the distance for some minutes, I noticed his hand shaking. Most likely by the thought of what he encountered at, what the troopers are calling it, the massacre at Tombstone Mount. What an odd fitting name. He turned to me, fresh tears washing down his battered and bruised face. 'Kaelan, he was my friend, a very good one at that w
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
When Love Breaks Down‘Sometimes my heart hurts to watch you’
- Wild Beasts.
‘Now you’re just somebody that I used to know’
I walk along the muddy path adjacent to the football field. With each step the thick layer of mud underneath my feet squelches satisfyingly and further encrusts itself onto my black boots. This late autumnal weather is beginning to turn bitter and unpleasant. Even my thick black winter coat cannot stop my skin from forming goosebumps or prevent my lips from shaking. The strong and violent wind collides against my face; my ears begin to ache and my head begins to hurt from the sheer force of it. The wind flirtatiously plays with my long blonde hair, throwing it around my face and deeply entangling it, whistling happily as it does so. Resentfully, I pull my coat tighter around me.
I look up at the overcast sky, dark clouds looming above and threatening to rain down on me. The wind chivvies them along and the
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Death Battle: Travis Touchdown vs Jack Cayman
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Varrigan City, Jefferson Island
The monochromatic city of Varrigan was once more in a state of...bizarrely enough, organized chaos. This year's DeathWatch games had started off with a bang, and quite a bang it was. While it was difficult to repair from the damage caused during the last games and was a pain to look for new sponsors and organizers, but in the end, it was done. And the games were once more going and providing blood-soaked entertainment to all.
Jack Cayman stood in the middle of an empty street, leaning on a wall and smoking a freshly lit cigar. It was quite surprising to see the reigning DeathWatch champion be so relaxed...especially considering the fact that he was surrounded by an ocean of mutilated corpses, all victims of a chainsaw to
The TruthThe noises were getting louder. The earth shook. He nestled deeper into the berm he clung to. Volcanic rock avalanche over him, the sharpness kiss into exposed flesh. He shivered, it was cold. He been out here all night, running with every ounce of strength he had left, ever since the siege began. But he knew he had to make the Gods proud. They were watching him and him alone, he thought. He recited the words the apostles said to him before handing over the explosive vest. "The Gods will smile as you take down the enemy. Their blood will flow into the Pantheons altars and bring the truth to the masses!"
He smiled at the thought. To be a chosen one of the Gods! He was truly important wasn’t he?
The noise grew louder, the roar of engines swelled around him. The berm shook more. He looked up at the sky. Grey and void of the beauty it once harbored. Only sick clouds wafted by. Toxic smoke bloomed and rained acidic hell. Fires light the darkness. The earth was torn like a body u
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