05-14-2017, 01:22 PM
“Fool,” Axemerax snarled, primal instincts not fully suppressed by civilization inciting him to bloodshed. “Do not speak of conquest as if it is such a triviality. Do you think I simply circulated a petition to build my empire?” He leaned forward, pressing the steel scythes that had long since replaced his fingers to his armoured torso. “Do you think the thousand warlords of Merax so readily kneeled to honeyed words and sweet nothings? That every being would so easily bow to reason and rationality?”
Burn him. Let him beg penance as his bones are charred black by atomic fire.
Axemerax did not dismiss the voice. It raged in the back of his mind, drenching each and every word that exited his maw in slick, sable oil, and setting it alight as they rolled off his toxic tongue. “No. I conquered a thousand warring nation-states and bent them to my will. I stole a thousand thousand slaves from cruel masters, and shattered the shining spires of those who would name themselves lords of my world.”
A piston-driven foot slammed down against the void beneath them as he twisted, what little patience he had for fools being consumed by the conflagration within his psyche. “And You. You who had accomplished so little that you have already forgotten whatever warped world that birthed you. You speak of secondaries and of having the option to simply deny my dominion. I did not acquire my status by simply willing victory into existence. I was a mortal, same as you, same as the men I crushed underneath my claws.”
The newt cowering amidst the carbon-fibre finish of his armour lept from the plates, no longer able to tolerate the growing tension, and the rapidly rising temperature within the internal subsystems set inside of the Scientist Supreme’s armour. Omnillium flowed within the cabling, seeking to awaken Axemerax’s arsenal, coruscating ribbons of iridescence hidden beneath the hulking mass of protective plating.
“You say I am nothing without followers, subjects that obey my will. What does that make you, Dane? You who stand alone before me, you who have nothing but one-point-four meters of steel by your side.” He spat with no small amount of literal and metaphorical venom, a pinprick of cerulean flame seeming to blossom within his mechanical eyes. “You mistake weakness for strength, the inability to change the world touted as wisdom. Speak your half-formed thoughts that you think masquerade as philosophy, but ask yourself what you have accomplished.”
He raised a hand, a sapphire set into its palm glowing as a holographic projection of a world glimmered in the empty air. Endless dunes cascaded over its surface, broken up by rocky mesas and cliffs, rare oases nestled in the shade offered by the stone spires. A grey dot, somewhere between the colour of rotten flesh and the cold steel of a gun’s barrel, slowly slid across the southern hemisphere. “I started with nothing,” he said, his voice somewhat soft as he felt the pull of Nostalgia. “And so I reached out and took what I deserved.” The dot grew, blossoming over the blasted landscape, like a malignant tumor subsuming the multicoloured empires that had once spread across the planet’s surface. “And I took,” he intoned, detonations blossoming across the world, rendering the technological marvels of his rivals into rubble. “And I took,” as atomic fire erupted in pillars of pyrotechnic fury. As rivals blinked out of existence, the grey tide washing over the world, he spoke once more: “Until there was nothing left to take.”
Conflagratory columns rose from the ruined world, spacecraft and shuttles born aloft by arson. The planet faded away, replaced by a rapidly expanding field of stars, the steel grey of The Alignment continuing its exponential expansion. The Primus clenched their fist, claws erasing the holographic projection of all that they had accomplished, the sole remaining record of their glory. With a heavy sigh, they blinked, the burning chains of Ones and Zeroes that had begun to shackle their surroundings fading from their sight, returned to the psychological purgatory from which they came.
“You ask why I would not so easily abandon the world I left behind. I fought for it. I bled for it. I killed for it. I created it. And if I must create it again, it will be on the bones of the being that thought it could invalidate every sacrifice my people and I made for it.”
Burn him. Let him beg penance as his bones are charred black by atomic fire.
Axemerax did not dismiss the voice. It raged in the back of his mind, drenching each and every word that exited his maw in slick, sable oil, and setting it alight as they rolled off his toxic tongue. “No. I conquered a thousand warring nation-states and bent them to my will. I stole a thousand thousand slaves from cruel masters, and shattered the shining spires of those who would name themselves lords of my world.”
A piston-driven foot slammed down against the void beneath them as he twisted, what little patience he had for fools being consumed by the conflagration within his psyche. “And You. You who had accomplished so little that you have already forgotten whatever warped world that birthed you. You speak of secondaries and of having the option to simply deny my dominion. I did not acquire my status by simply willing victory into existence. I was a mortal, same as you, same as the men I crushed underneath my claws.”
The newt cowering amidst the carbon-fibre finish of his armour lept from the plates, no longer able to tolerate the growing tension, and the rapidly rising temperature within the internal subsystems set inside of the Scientist Supreme’s armour. Omnillium flowed within the cabling, seeking to awaken Axemerax’s arsenal, coruscating ribbons of iridescence hidden beneath the hulking mass of protective plating.
“You say I am nothing without followers, subjects that obey my will. What does that make you, Dane? You who stand alone before me, you who have nothing but one-point-four meters of steel by your side.” He spat with no small amount of literal and metaphorical venom, a pinprick of cerulean flame seeming to blossom within his mechanical eyes. “You mistake weakness for strength, the inability to change the world touted as wisdom. Speak your half-formed thoughts that you think masquerade as philosophy, but ask yourself what you have accomplished.”
He raised a hand, a sapphire set into its palm glowing as a holographic projection of a world glimmered in the empty air. Endless dunes cascaded over its surface, broken up by rocky mesas and cliffs, rare oases nestled in the shade offered by the stone spires. A grey dot, somewhere between the colour of rotten flesh and the cold steel of a gun’s barrel, slowly slid across the southern hemisphere. “I started with nothing,” he said, his voice somewhat soft as he felt the pull of Nostalgia. “And so I reached out and took what I deserved.” The dot grew, blossoming over the blasted landscape, like a malignant tumor subsuming the multicoloured empires that had once spread across the planet’s surface. “And I took,” he intoned, detonations blossoming across the world, rendering the technological marvels of his rivals into rubble. “And I took,” as atomic fire erupted in pillars of pyrotechnic fury. As rivals blinked out of existence, the grey tide washing over the world, he spoke once more: “Until there was nothing left to take.”
Conflagratory columns rose from the ruined world, spacecraft and shuttles born aloft by arson. The planet faded away, replaced by a rapidly expanding field of stars, the steel grey of The Alignment continuing its exponential expansion. The Primus clenched their fist, claws erasing the holographic projection of all that they had accomplished, the sole remaining record of their glory. With a heavy sigh, they blinked, the burning chains of Ones and Zeroes that had begun to shackle their surroundings fading from their sight, returned to the psychological purgatory from which they came.
“You ask why I would not so easily abandon the world I left behind. I fought for it. I bled for it. I killed for it. I created it. And if I must create it again, it will be on the bones of the being that thought it could invalidate every sacrifice my people and I made for it.”
Quote:Apologies for any lateness, I know you like to post a lot more often than I do.
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