12-16-2017, 08:56 AM
The abomination laughed, a sound that shook the earth. ”Straight to the point, aren’t you?” Cancerous claws clasped themselves together, a gangrenous grin staring down at the Dreamer.
”Omni remakes all those that he takes into his realm. He strips your strengths, wipes away your weaknesses, and leaves you with…” A hand unfurled, iridescent ribbons roiling as they coalesced into a solid orb. Potential. Raw, untamed potential. Did you think I could always do this? Trespass the Aether, invade the dreams of mortals?”
Okor shook his head, chuckling darkly as a slab of repurposed flesh sloughed away from his skull. ”He breaks you down, and watches you as he builds you back up, smiling all the way.”
The crimson eye of the cyclops turned towards the man within this demented mind, a miasmic stench flowing freely from tainted teeth. ”Disgusting, are we?” The grin looked less like a smile, now. It was bared fangs and insatiable hunger, primal instincts lurking beneath the surface brought forward by the slightest lapse in concentration.
”Look around you, untested, untempered, unproven one,” spoke the astral invader, casting an arm laden with stolen flesh over their surroundings. ”This is your dream, plagued one. You were beset by your guilt, surrounded by your sins, drowning in your past.” Those teeth bared themselves once more, skulls, ribs, humeruses, burial cairns forged into jagged canines. ”And then I came, to stave off the mental degradation for one more night, to grant a glimpse of your future.”
The festering flesh of the skull cocked itself, single eye staring into the Corvid and the Man. ”But it never ceases, does it? Night, after night, you remember. The dying screams of a hundred worlds echoing through eternity, every mistake seared into a mind that can no longer anticipate the sweet release of Death.”
The abomination shook its head sadly, all the pain its tortured body was unable to feel reflected inside its psyche. ”You are an immortal, trapped in a world of expendable men whose broken bodies can be consumed and reborn with all the ceremony and ritual of a hive-city ganger unwrapping a corpse-starch ration. There are no true ends here. Omni only offers us a thousand new beginnings.”
”He will break you with a hundred heroes from a hundred worlds that embody all that you are not. He will deny you your hatreds, you weaknesses, every scar upon your shrivelled soul that you once tried to scourge from yourself.”
He blinked, looking off into the distance as he tried to find his place in this demented realm. ”Perhaps Omni would let you satiate your hunger, sacrifice that element of who you are, heal the corruption and contagion that has become part of yourself. And what would be left?” The abomination sighed deeply.
”You will have to forgive an Old Soldier’s ramblings. It has been too long since I have seen another Prime so plagued.”
”Omni remakes all those that he takes into his realm. He strips your strengths, wipes away your weaknesses, and leaves you with…” A hand unfurled, iridescent ribbons roiling as they coalesced into a solid orb. Potential. Raw, untamed potential. Did you think I could always do this? Trespass the Aether, invade the dreams of mortals?”
Okor shook his head, chuckling darkly as a slab of repurposed flesh sloughed away from his skull. ”He breaks you down, and watches you as he builds you back up, smiling all the way.”
The crimson eye of the cyclops turned towards the man within this demented mind, a miasmic stench flowing freely from tainted teeth. ”Disgusting, are we?” The grin looked less like a smile, now. It was bared fangs and insatiable hunger, primal instincts lurking beneath the surface brought forward by the slightest lapse in concentration.
”Look around you, untested, untempered, unproven one,” spoke the astral invader, casting an arm laden with stolen flesh over their surroundings. ”This is your dream, plagued one. You were beset by your guilt, surrounded by your sins, drowning in your past.” Those teeth bared themselves once more, skulls, ribs, humeruses, burial cairns forged into jagged canines. ”And then I came, to stave off the mental degradation for one more night, to grant a glimpse of your future.”
The festering flesh of the skull cocked itself, single eye staring into the Corvid and the Man. ”But it never ceases, does it? Night, after night, you remember. The dying screams of a hundred worlds echoing through eternity, every mistake seared into a mind that can no longer anticipate the sweet release of Death.”
The abomination shook its head sadly, all the pain its tortured body was unable to feel reflected inside its psyche. ”You are an immortal, trapped in a world of expendable men whose broken bodies can be consumed and reborn with all the ceremony and ritual of a hive-city ganger unwrapping a corpse-starch ration. There are no true ends here. Omni only offers us a thousand new beginnings.”
”He will break you with a hundred heroes from a hundred worlds that embody all that you are not. He will deny you your hatreds, you weaknesses, every scar upon your shrivelled soul that you once tried to scourge from yourself.”
He blinked, looking off into the distance as he tried to find his place in this demented realm. ”Perhaps Omni would let you satiate your hunger, sacrifice that element of who you are, heal the corruption and contagion that has become part of yourself. And what would be left?” The abomination sighed deeply.
”You will have to forgive an Old Soldier’s ramblings. It has been too long since I have seen another Prime so plagued.”
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