《Red Star Outlaw | A Weird Space Western》61 | WORTHLESS
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Roy ran from the throne room, delving into a passage that burrowed under the city, a secret escape. His work was done. He'd fed his god, and a portion of the vitality that the King in Yellow leached from those he'd offered would be bestowed to Roy, divvied out over time, lengthening his life, and giving him power as well. He'd done it before in Coprates, several years before. That time had been easier. He didn't have a marshal hunting him down.
He'd tried to serve his King back on Terra. But the extreme distance between planets meant that the sacrificial offerings he performed there transferred little vitality to his King. But he had proved his fealty. So the King had summoned him, reaching out in darkened drug-induced dreams, bestowing on him the great task of gathering sustenance for him to be ready at the advent of his waking from his millennium of slumber.
The King destroyed all remnants of life on this planet, thousands upon thousands of years prior. And when all life forms were destroyed, he siphoned from the red planet itself, until it was but a dried and cracked scab of its former glory. The Great Ancient One checked him though, held him in place, affixed him to the red planet for all time. Thus he needed souls to be brought to him in between the intervals of his millesimal hibernation.
He had spoken through men's dreaming minds, whispered lofty aspirations of planetary conquest, incepting the seeds of pursuit that inspired them to pull all their resources together to brave the black of space and colonize the red planet. Then the King waited patiently, reveling in the depths of his own mysterious reveries as mankind took the steps necessary to colonize and rejuvenate the dried planet. Unwittingly they sowed the seeds of their own destruction. All so the King could consume them.
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But the Ancient One interfered again, allowing the war to break out upon the face of Terra, preventing the exodus en masse from Terra to Rubrum, and eventually Carcosa, cutting off the King's supply of eager sacrifices. Thus the withered King summoned Roy, filling him with his purpose in exchange for power and near eternal longevity.
An inhuman cry sounded like a shrill siren, blaring in Roy's ears. Then a pang bit into Roy's chest.
The medallion hanging about his neck cracked. He felt a tugging, then a tearing. He cried out in pain, falling to the temple floor. Weak and trembling, he braced himself against a wall. He felt as if one of his limbs had been torn off, leaving a useless bloodied stump.
His work was done. Why did it now feel incomplete?
With all his willpower he stumbled back into the alter chamber.
A thick haze hung in the air of the massive room obscuring everything. Where was the King? Roy crept closer to the altar, confused.
Slowly, the haze melted. The King's sarcophagus lay closed, sealed once more. An empty void weighed down on Roy. He realized the ever-present weight of his eldritch god had vanished. No, not vanished, diminished. As if all of the toil Roy underwent to bring the sacrifices here amounted to nothing, even less than nothing.
How had his King's power been depleted?
Roy heard boots stepping towards him.
There, striding tall through the ash and soot remnants of the sacrifices came the lawman, from the far side of the altar, green eyes piercing Roy. The marshal looked unscathed, rejuvenated even, as if somehow he had taken all of the vitality meant for Roy's King.
Roy bared his teeth at Tracy, hissing. He raised his hands to throw putrid pestilence at him, to set his bones to rot and decay from the inside out, but his previous power vanished.
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As he tried to draw power, a backlash pummeled him, dropping him to the ground. A groan of woe leaked out of Roy's mouth. No power filled him, only painful, agonizing emptiness. With great effort he climbed to his knees. Vile obscenities dripped from his mouth, curses he hurled at the lawman.
"Go ahead, Marshal. Blast me. Put a hole in my soul."
The marshal pointed his smartarm at Roy. The metal fist dislocated and launched, shooting right at Roy like a bullet. The blow to Roy's gut knocked all the wind out of him. As he stumbled, the detached cyborg hand scuttled up his robe and clamped down on his throat, cutting off the oxygen to his lungs and severed the flow of blood to his mind.
He clawed at the alloyed hand, trying to rip it off his convulsing throat, but every effort expended more and more energy. He sank to the floor in a limp heap. The last thing he saw was the darkened silhouette of the lawman towering over him, triumphant.
Roy fought to keep his eyelids open, but the weight of defeat plunged him into unending darkness and despair. Down, down, down he spiraled, lost in his own conquered ego, his mind drowning in the realization of his worthless irrelevance.
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Saga of Fallen Kings, Book I: The Revenant Prince
The Philosopher King once conquered the known world, his power seemingly unlimited and his armies inexhaustible. Since that time his might has slowly unravelled, and his once steadfast empire has begun to crack, splinter and devour itself. In the isolated Southern Realms, where even magic has abandoned them, none of that matters. For years it has been filled with warring kingdoms, where as many kings die to the blade as to old age, and constant battles tear apart the land. When one such kingdom invades its old enemy, the King and his heir, Prince Caden, are killed. Unable to accept the loss of his family Prince Arian is broken, and when the Philosopher King stretches out his hand in aid, Arian takes it without a second thought. When Caden wakes from death, he's different. His eyes and soul have changed, and he finds a world filled with friends who no longer trust he's even human. Suddenly thrust onto the throne and indebted to the Philosopher King, Caden has no choice but to keep going - he must finish what his father started, and try to survive the machinations of the figure who now owns his fealty. Meanwhile something beyond death stirs for him, desiring nothing more than to drag him back into its embrace. Author's Note: This story used to be known as "A King of his Own", but after some consideration I have decided to rebrand it. The first reason is that I was growing increasingly dissatisfied with the title. The second is that I have come increasingly to view this story as a 'saga' containing multiple 'books' rather than one long, continuous publication, and as I did so I realized that as I was quickly getting to a point in the story where I wanted the first 'book' to end. This doesn't mean I'm going back on the things I said below - they're just going to continue in the next book of the Saga of Fallen Kings. :) Also, be aware that I do plan to edit this at some point. Though I take care to squash out any obvious errors when I proof-read, and do simple edits in that process, at some point I'm almost certainly going to do large edits that might significantly change parts of the story. Old author's notes: This started as a completely random writing session. There was no purpose or direction, but as I kept typing an entire world began to form in my mind that I knew I had to write about. My plan is to turn this story into a veritable medieval fantasy epic that spans an entire world, follows multiple character and storylines, and takes place over many years. The story has quite a grounded, almost 'realistic' start, but many more fantastical elements will be introduced, expanded upon and become central to the narrative. I have ideas for this story that make me genuinely excited and I hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy writing it, and join me on what will hopefully become a truly massive fantasy epic. If you do enjoy this story please consider following, rating and leaving a review. I'm also happy to answer any questions or comments you have. (Cover image is an edited version of free stock art found: here.)
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This is a book about Danger Force! My theories and what i want to happen.
8 141Inside Access
MCRC Story 3: Hot on the trail of his enemies, Jack and Mr. Ozera must work together to help Warren find who the traitor inside of MCRC is. However, having failed at his task before has really hurt Warren and he finds it hard to focus especially around the beautiful Brooklyn who is his cover as he runs around with Mr. Ozera to try and find who, among them, killed so many innocents.
8 194Just Admit It // dreamnotfound
Complete :)Dream, George and Sapnap move in together,and a secret ponders through George's mind, but no one knows.no one knows how he feels about his friend, how he feels about Dream,Not even himself, Until one little Dream makes him realize his secret.--just a little story for now, i don't really have any ideas so i'm making this- All them have stated stuff like this doesn't bother them, if this story or others like it make them uncomfortable, I will take this down.-Pfp art from mangdreams on twitter :)
8 197Because Of You
Grace Anderson was left packless and without a family when the most ruthless Alpha to walk on earth decided to avenge the death of his dead father, whom he believes was killed by Graces' very own pack, the Crescent Moon Pack. But how can an innocent pack be capable of such an atrocity? Answer is, they weren't capable of that.One misunderstanding led to hundreds dead, but in the midst of that there was one sole survivor; Grace Anderson, the Alphas younger sister. Traumatized, afraid, and alone Grace set out to explore the world and forget all the pain from her past.Now, three years later, she is back for the death anniversary of her pack. Returning every year on the same day is a yearly tradition, so why would this year be any different?Little does Grace know that this year will change her life forever.Not because she will come across a few new and unexpected people, but because she'll be coming across the one person who ruined her life and is the cause of her pain. That one person is the very own ruthless Alpha that wiped out the entire Crescent Moon Pack.The same Alpha who is also her mate.
8 195Down The Line
When you keep a secret you never expect it to come to light. Aaliyah Colemon was a junior in highschool when she made a choice to break up with her highschool sweetheart. She always thought it would be better for him, because he was going to college the next year. Darius held a grudge with Aaliyah for years and they haven't spoke in four years. What will happen with Aaliyah tells Darius that she's been keeping his daughter a secret for four years.Find out in Down The Line.
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