01-18-2018, 09:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-18-2018, 10:29 AM by Sister Evangeline.
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The confirmation that there was no way home came as no surprise to Evangeline, so she was only slightly crestfallen when the Astartes conveyed that fact. She still didn't trust her eyes however, so that ember of hope wasn't completely snuffed.
"That was my intent." Evangeline stated, her young body looking rather comical as she stood at attention. "But what of you, brother?" the Sister inquired, hands placed behind her back as she lost her focus on her stance and began swayed with childish curiosity. "Am I to spread the Creed alone?"
Her desire for faithful companionship ebbed into her voice more than she would have cared to at that moment. Evidently the childish aspect of her psychology was affecting her in her more lucid state upon the astral plane. She found the soft white robes which covered Okor inviting and the desire to throw off her suppositions and notions of etiquette and dive into the Astartes' arms almost unbearable. The leash that normally held her in check felt a lot slacker here.
She offered her hand to the Marine, her 'leash' only able to ensure that it was an invitation for the apparition to follow her and not the other way around.
"Alas sister." Okor began, mournfully eyeing Evangeline's tiny hand "I have strayed far from His path."
Evangeline tilted her head to the side quizzically "Whatever do you mean?" She asked, still holding her hand out. "You speak true to His word. How can you be lost and articulate it so clearly?"
For all the lore Evangeline had absorbed on the ruinous powers she could never understand the mind state in which one would fall to it. She had treated the insane and broken but comprehension of their own personal hell was discouraged. She could imagine the tactics implemented to worm an idea into someone's mind however. As soldiers of faith it was something the Sororitas were familiar with, if only in theory. If he was an apparition of some dark chaos god trying to trick her then her invitation should have been taken without hesitation, for if he had the ability to overpower her would he not simply do that? The guilt and sorrow Okor was presenting seemed genuine, and so Evangeline trusted him more, thrusting her hand out further.
"I'm sure you haven't strayed too far." She said "I'm sure you can make penance."
The hope of redemption had been all but quashed from the Astartes mind long ago. He was aware of the monster that currently dominated his mind and vaguely aware of the atrocities he'd committed. Deliverance from the evil which held him seemed impossible, but there was something about the little beacon of faith standing before him that ignited a small spark.
He sighed heavily before reaching out "Very we-"
As Okor reached out his words turned into a horrid howl. The skin along his hand split in two, the bone and sinew exposed weeping a noxious looking yellow liquid. Evangeline attempted to recoil in horror but his hand jutted forward with inhuman speed and grabbed hers firmly, spilling the fluid upon her fair skin. She continued struggling as the split continued up Okors arm, exposing flesh in various states of decomposition, writhing unnaturally as though additional abominable creatures festered underneath. When it reached his neck, his head twisted around with a hideous snap of bone, though his grip did nothing to loosen. The white robes seemed to rot as Okor continued to transform, exposing his stomach which bloated. It grew larger and larger until the formally healthy pink skin went an unnatural grey and tore apart. His bowels began to drop out of the holes in his skin, leaking a foul smelling bile which splashed upon Eva's shiny black shoes.
Evangeline didn't scream, she was almost to petrified to do anything. With her small childlike body and without weapons she could only watch as the abomination gripped her.
Once the liquid had been expelled the damaged began to reverse, his now dry innards being sucked up back into his abdomen before the skin regenerated, though it retained its mottled appearance and now appeared emaciated. The regeneration continued until it reached his arm again, the necrotic flesh being covered by tight skin that still writhed with the parasites just below the surface. While she was transfixed armour had appeared on Okor's body, covering all but his stomach and the hand which currently gripped her, the unmistakable silhouette of the Astartes, no question, but corrupted with the markings of the ruinous powers and pot-marked by centuries of neglect.
"That was my intent." Evangeline stated, her young body looking rather comical as she stood at attention. "But what of you, brother?" the Sister inquired, hands placed behind her back as she lost her focus on her stance and began swayed with childish curiosity. "Am I to spread the Creed alone?"
Her desire for faithful companionship ebbed into her voice more than she would have cared to at that moment. Evidently the childish aspect of her psychology was affecting her in her more lucid state upon the astral plane. She found the soft white robes which covered Okor inviting and the desire to throw off her suppositions and notions of etiquette and dive into the Astartes' arms almost unbearable. The leash that normally held her in check felt a lot slacker here.
She offered her hand to the Marine, her 'leash' only able to ensure that it was an invitation for the apparition to follow her and not the other way around.
"Alas sister." Okor began, mournfully eyeing Evangeline's tiny hand "I have strayed far from His path."
Evangeline tilted her head to the side quizzically "Whatever do you mean?" She asked, still holding her hand out. "You speak true to His word. How can you be lost and articulate it so clearly?"
For all the lore Evangeline had absorbed on the ruinous powers she could never understand the mind state in which one would fall to it. She had treated the insane and broken but comprehension of their own personal hell was discouraged. She could imagine the tactics implemented to worm an idea into someone's mind however. As soldiers of faith it was something the Sororitas were familiar with, if only in theory. If he was an apparition of some dark chaos god trying to trick her then her invitation should have been taken without hesitation, for if he had the ability to overpower her would he not simply do that? The guilt and sorrow Okor was presenting seemed genuine, and so Evangeline trusted him more, thrusting her hand out further.
"I'm sure you haven't strayed too far." She said "I'm sure you can make penance."
The hope of redemption had been all but quashed from the Astartes mind long ago. He was aware of the monster that currently dominated his mind and vaguely aware of the atrocities he'd committed. Deliverance from the evil which held him seemed impossible, but there was something about the little beacon of faith standing before him that ignited a small spark.
He sighed heavily before reaching out "Very we-"
As Okor reached out his words turned into a horrid howl. The skin along his hand split in two, the bone and sinew exposed weeping a noxious looking yellow liquid. Evangeline attempted to recoil in horror but his hand jutted forward with inhuman speed and grabbed hers firmly, spilling the fluid upon her fair skin. She continued struggling as the split continued up Okors arm, exposing flesh in various states of decomposition, writhing unnaturally as though additional abominable creatures festered underneath. When it reached his neck, his head twisted around with a hideous snap of bone, though his grip did nothing to loosen. The white robes seemed to rot as Okor continued to transform, exposing his stomach which bloated. It grew larger and larger until the formally healthy pink skin went an unnatural grey and tore apart. His bowels began to drop out of the holes in his skin, leaking a foul smelling bile which splashed upon Eva's shiny black shoes.
Evangeline didn't scream, she was almost to petrified to do anything. With her small childlike body and without weapons she could only watch as the abomination gripped her.
Once the liquid had been expelled the damaged began to reverse, his now dry innards being sucked up back into his abdomen before the skin regenerated, though it retained its mottled appearance and now appeared emaciated. The regeneration continued until it reached his arm again, the necrotic flesh being covered by tight skin that still writhed with the parasites just below the surface. While she was transfixed armour had appeared on Okor's body, covering all but his stomach and the hand which currently gripped her, the unmistakable silhouette of the Astartes, no question, but corrupted with the markings of the ruinous powers and pot-marked by centuries of neglect.