Post by coorash on Sept 3, 2008 1:20:35 GMT -5
((Sorry, no hawt smexage. Instead, we get detailed descriptions of death. Warhammer 40k universe. Enjoy!))
"Pray to the Emperor now!"
The possessed man was clearly insane, gibbering little spurts of laughter and moving spasmodically. Kurt sighed; He had once known the man. Until he was dragged, screaming, thrashing, to the altar. Four Chaos Marines had pinned his writhing body to the stone table.
Another, a sorcerer, had finished the ritual. He planted his hand, fingers spread, over the Space Marine's chest. Eldritch energy seeped from the palm, causing the sacrifice to buck in pain. His eyes rolled back, his mouth opened to scream.
In a flash, the Sorcerer had grabbed the jaw, pulling, stretching the tendons, the cells, the bones. One by one, with sickening tearing noises, each connecting factor snapped. Blood spattered over his gauntlets, over the man's chest. Half an hour of digging later, the sorcerer had carved the marine's heart out with his own jaw. A demon then took hold, making slight changes to the once-bipedal body.
Like an extra leg, wings, and a jaw. With teeth. Lots of teeth.
Now, he was a torturer, another being to put down in honor of a memory. As the demon dragged a nail along Kurt's bare chest, splitting the skin half an inch deep, he began to think back on why he had come. To rescue this man, this demon. Groggy memories. He couldn't focus, his head was spinning as more and more blood left him.
"Pray! WHERE IS YOUR EMPEROR NOW?!"
It was screeching again, and a voice in his own head was warring with his mind now, distracting him. But it had been there a long time, his constant companion. It grew in volume, so much that Kurt forgot which was there first.
As Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head, he became aware of a low hiss, of a door bursting open, of his new mental occupant screaming but he couldn't stop it, couldn't make it end. The thud of bootsteps was what he last remembered before it all went dark.
"Pray to the Emperor now!"
The possessed man was clearly insane, gibbering little spurts of laughter and moving spasmodically. Kurt sighed; He had once known the man. Until he was dragged, screaming, thrashing, to the altar. Four Chaos Marines had pinned his writhing body to the stone table.
Another, a sorcerer, had finished the ritual. He planted his hand, fingers spread, over the Space Marine's chest. Eldritch energy seeped from the palm, causing the sacrifice to buck in pain. His eyes rolled back, his mouth opened to scream.
In a flash, the Sorcerer had grabbed the jaw, pulling, stretching the tendons, the cells, the bones. One by one, with sickening tearing noises, each connecting factor snapped. Blood spattered over his gauntlets, over the man's chest. Half an hour of digging later, the sorcerer had carved the marine's heart out with his own jaw. A demon then took hold, making slight changes to the once-bipedal body.
Like an extra leg, wings, and a jaw. With teeth. Lots of teeth.
Now, he was a torturer, another being to put down in honor of a memory. As the demon dragged a nail along Kurt's bare chest, splitting the skin half an inch deep, he began to think back on why he had come. To rescue this man, this demon. Groggy memories. He couldn't focus, his head was spinning as more and more blood left him.
"Pray! WHERE IS YOUR EMPEROR NOW?!"
It was screeching again, and a voice in his own head was warring with his mind now, distracting him. But it had been there a long time, his constant companion. It grew in volume, so much that Kurt forgot which was there first.
As Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head, he became aware of a low hiss, of a door bursting open, of his new mental occupant screaming but he couldn't stop it, couldn't make it end. The thud of bootsteps was what he last remembered before it all went dark.
