《The Divine Rite: A Warhammer 40,000 Fanfiction》Part 12
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The Divine Rite: A Warhammer 40,000 Fanfiction
Part 12
My first trip into the bowels of my new home held as much fear as excitement. The air was thick, warm, and heat radiated from the obsidian on all sides. The smoke around me took on pink and purple hues, as did the motes of light dancing in the wall. Rather than flowing, the oil danced, twirled, pirouetted around the motes, occasionally embracing one and snuffing it out. Every step down into the earth, I drifted further out of my body, my mind adrift in an ocean of gentle sensation.
So enraptured was I that my foot reached out for another step, and instead found the bottom of the stairs. Stumbling, I entered the first temple, the southern temple.
The Chapel of Whispered Promise.
Lavender wisps of mist shrouded the vast space, the heights and depths lost to distance. Carved statues filled the floor, each upon a pedestal rising from a circular depression in the ground. Cushions, divans, couches, beds, these filled each depression, a place to recline and appreciate the art. And such magnificent art I had never even imagined.
A shy maiden, perfect in every aspect of her form, decency granted only by hands over her breasts and the casual caress of mist. A powerful male stood, head turned, gazing intently into the distance, his muscular body inspiring awe, and other sensations besides. There, a grizzled and wounded woman, head thrown back, roaring in rapturous triumph, her bare body honed with beauteous perfection akin to a hunting cat in aspect. The statues were everywhere, sometimes life sized, sometimes smaller, and some towering into the vaulted ceiling. All were of people, most were fully human, many were not.
Here, the caress of a hand was instead that of a claw. There, a playful tongue was forked, the teeth it flit across razor sharp. There, delicate tendrils replaced flowing hair. Graceful legs were reverse jointed, ending in dainty hooves. Little pieces of Shiss were everywhere, adding to the perfection of each piece, enhancing their impeccable beauty. I do not know how long I walked amongst them, I only recall the multitude of images seared into my mind, impossibly clear while I perceived them, then vanishing into ephemeral smoke the moment I turned away.
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Then I reached the wall.
A kaleidoscope of colored glass painted infinite images into the walls. Scenes of ecstasy, joy, frivolity, passion, romance, love, everything that humanity had ever found pleasure in, or ever would. They were depicted with uncanny precision, ready to spring to life as the statues were, but this was not all.
Behind the mosaic panes drifted the motes of light, the oil dancing with them. They shone through, their own hues mingling with that tinted glass, transforming the steady illumination into ephemeral glimmers. The images portrayed by the glass seemed to shift with the lights, to move, to come alive. Very rarely one of the motes would ignite, burning brilliantly, throwing the colors all across the vast hall. And while it did, heavenly music hummed through the air and into my very core.
During those brief flashes, not only the mosaic was alive, but the statues shifted too.
It might have been hours I spent there, just staring, basking in the sights and sensations brought on by that incredible light. It could have been days. Had my whole life passed during that first visit, I’d barely have noticed, and certainly not regretted it.
But it was not my fate to fade away in such a leisurely manner.
Faint whispers tickled my ears, brushed across the fog that had settled over my thoughts, sweeping it away with reluctance only exceeded by my own. Eventually I managed to turn, to blink, and as the magical mosaic left my view, the world seemed to be made up of nothing more than grays. Even the marvelous statues seemed lifeless now, in light of what I had seen.
This journey back up was more typical, time no longer shifting and twisting around. Instead, the trip lagged for very mundane reasons.
Even the shining lights drifting in oil didn’t ignite me the way they did before. I longed to return to that room, to never leave. I could die there, be unmade there, and I’d be nothing but grateful.
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But no. Such rewards would not be bestowed, not yet. I knew this much but I did not yet know why. What possible purpose could be important enough to keep me from that paradise? There was something, it itched the corner of my brain but refused to come forward. I did not grasp it then, for I had yet to see the state of the galaxy. To my mind, life was relatively leisurely with a few difficulties tossed in. My innocence had not yet been shattered by the horrors of a universe drowning in blood and violence, in hatred.
Soon, I would realize, but not yet.
At that time, all I felt was the tug to move forward.
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Noble
"Then, let joyous news be delivered to those who pass their lives in peace, For it takes only one twist of fate to throw their lives upside down And for those who unfortunate enough to encounter the whims of fate, Let it be reminded to them, that even their lives repeat a hundred times..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lys Ravenlicht was no hero, nor was he a brave man. He was someone who had the better things in life and figured that he'd tread upon the path his late father had prepared for him as an appointed noble and a politician in his home country and he had no business whatsoever of being a hero. And yet, it took only one twist, one twist of fate, before all plans he had laid out for the rest of his life went down the tubes. Join him as he traverse the lands of Fymia, where the arcane had faded into the annals of time and yet persist in the most mundane of things. And as he found himself dragged deeper into a catastrophic series of events that would change his perception of the world, and the course of history for the world itself... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's comments: The story was meant to be a satire of the Japanese animanga tropes.... until it got out of hand to the point I'm not sure it's a satire anymore. I hope you can find enjoyment in it nonetheless.
8 102My life as a human knight has begun
The battle against the Demon Lord has been done for several thousand years and yet human never win even a single battle...let alone see the face of the Demon Lord. Thus, an experienced elite foot soldier for Demon Lord has become fed up with those futile efforts for as he gains nothing but a boredom Sheron Hunr is the name, with reason...has gone to the human side which is to learn about their reason for their defeat. While on his mission, he learns many things about the human that he doesn't know for entire his life. what will happen to Sheron after he lives at human side....? Autor notes. It's my first time writing a novel and also posting online. I'd appreciate any feedback and comments. The updates will be random. For the beginning, I'm sorry for my bad grammar and I hope you all can spend your time to read my story.
8 109The Pentagon
2240. 240 years had past since the mass change in the world. Panorama was so no longer the peaceful world in which they coexisted with monsters. Now, it was a kill or be killed world. Because of this, young children starting from 10 had to go to Military School. When they were 13, they were given the choice to specialise in military or do other work. Everyone who were born after the Monsters turned on the Human Race, were born with Modifications to their body, and these Modifications were a singular power which conspire into something unordinary when nurtured. Neo was someone who was ordinary. He had some successes in his time at Military School during his three years there, and honestly, he wasn't any good in much else. He was hand picked by people he had never seen before, and was one of the 750,000 in the whole of Panorama.
8 165happiness . . . fezco
━━━━━ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 "are 𝙮𝙤𝙪 happy"s1 euphoria fezco x fem!oc cover inspo by @alicnstae© diorlush
8 83I Want To Enjoy A Country Life!
⚠️𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄⚠️~for offline purposes only~𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: Botamochi ぼた餅𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬:Okubyou Desu and Wisteria TranslationsDescription:The protagonist - Kingdom's second son Aine - who is involved in an inheritance struggle with his two brothers, recalls the memories of his previous life in Japan where he lead an ordinary life. Aine loses his desire to fight for the inheritance and wishes to enjoy a country life, and that sort of Aine captivated his older brother and little brother.This is a story of hate that later turned into love...P/s: Story and Translations aren't mine, all credits goes to the author and translator
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