Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
- Thread starter HeroCooky
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[X] The Spirit
Time for Teeln to wake up and kick this bastard off his lawn.
Time for Teeln to wake up and kick this bastard off his lawn.
- Location
- Poland
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Child
Keep up the hilarity. Make occultist die of an aneurysm.
Keep up the hilarity. Make occultist die of an aneurysm.
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
[X] The Child
- Location
- Philippines
[X] The Child
[X] The Spirit
- Location
- Goose Land
[X] The Child
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Child
[X] The Child
[X] The Child
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614.M42 - MAY YOUR SLEEP BE ETERNAL
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
They were furious by now. The planning of nearly a century spent on fulfilling this single contract, and all almost foiled by mewling things better spent for materials to their ascension into true immortality. Hampered by a child. Distracted by a fool. Injured by a pest simply lying on the ground. The pilgrim could not wait until they were off this damned island, free to journey to their next destination and cut loose from all this hidden daggers and cloaks grox-shit into a furious storm of arcane mastery unto the fools who thought themselves masters of their fate. They growled with impatience as the mask applied once more pulled at their face and the echoes of its screams were more annoyance than balm for their mind. A part of them wanted to cut loose, here and now, instead of continuing with the mission to go back and murder the spawn and idiots...but the mission went first.
"Why?"
Eyes widened, a hand grasped for a knife that wasn't there, and arcane sigils began to swirl around the other in their baleful hatred of the thing that once again tried to block their path. Except... "You are not the child," the pilgrim snarled, looking at the human whelp that sat on one of the branches of the trees giving their shadows over the path, legs dangling and swinging back and forth as its head swayed with the tune it hummed. Snarling, the pilgrim loo-"GAH!"
"Oops, should have dimmed that," the thing said as it hopped down from the branch, humming the song as it skipped over to Ssli'sazarl kneeling on the path, blood trickling from their nine eyes and mouths, pain bending them over with their head pressed against the floor as if to ward off further harm. "But then again, you did try to peek, didn't you?"
Ssli'sazarl looked up, their whole disguise shattered and melted, eyes riven with popped blood vessels glared with malice beyond hatred, and spat from their mouths blood and words. "What are you, warp-spawn? One of the others? One sent by my enemies? The Forge Lord? My contract is not yet up, and the conditions for failure have not yet been met. You have no right to interfere!"
Stopping before them, the thing in the guise of a child bent over, hands behind its back, as the face-that-wasn't-one expressed mirth and curiosity. "Oh, but I have. After all, Ssli'sazarl," it said, and they felt their eyes rip themselves open as the guise of the child morphed within the Warp itself to a form that couldn't be. [YOU TRIED TO DEFILE THE GRAVE OF A MAN WHO SPENT HIS LIFE IN MY SERVICE.]
"No...NO! YO-You aren't real! What IS THIS TRICKERY?!" Ssli'sazarl shouted, runes and glyphs snapping into reality as they were brought against the form standing before them...to no effect. "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN CREATED; YOU CANNOT BE! THIS CANNOT BE!" Ssli'sazarl screeched, fear and terror melting into one soup of utter mind-scrambling horror. "THE THORIANS ARE FALSE; THEIR PROPHECIES THE HOPES OF FOOLS DELUDED!"
None of the attacks against the child did anything. There was no effect, no sign of damage, or even any sign that the Warp acknowledged the powers brought to bear against it. [CEASE.] And Ssli'sazarl stopped. No power flowed through their veins; no might answered their calls. They stopped...and fell to their knees, tears streaming down their eyes despite being unable to produce such. [YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT TIME IS BUT A SUGGESTION TO BEINGS SUCH AS I IF WE DESIRE IT TO BE SO. EVEN IF THE COST IS STEEP, ALLOWING THE ONE WHO CAME FROM BEYOND THE SKEIN TO REST WITH HIS WIFE IN PEACE AFTER HIS SERVICE TO MYSELF IS DONE IS A TRIVIAL THING.]
Ssli'sazarl could do nothing but look into the Warp and let his eyes burn as he muttered, over and over, 'This cannot be.'
[YOU KNOW, DESPITE WHAT MY FATHER SAYS, YOUR KIND IS THE ONE I LIKE TO DENY THE MOST. THE KHORNATES ARE THE EASIEST TO FIGHT, BUT YOU? YOU FALL FOR EITHER SELFISH GREED OR SELFLESS HOPE.]
Ssli'sazarl blinked at that, and a laugh rasped from their mouths, eyes blinded by the brilliance of Divinity. "Ar-are you?" They laughed once more, the laugh of one stressed and with a broken mind. "Do you think I will switch sides? That I desire your 'redemption'?" They spat the last word like a curse.
[NO. YOU CHOSE YOUR PATH ONCE TO SAVE ANOTHER...BUT THAT WAS A MILLENIA AGO. NOW? NOW YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SHELL OF WHO YOU WERE, WHAT YOU TRIED TO BECOME. THERE WILL BE NO REDEMPTION FOR ONE WHO SLAUGHTERED BILLIONS AND GLEEFULLY KILLED MILLIONS THEMSELVES.] Ssli'sazarl felt a hand fall upon their shoulders, and, for the first time in one-thousand-eight-hundred-forty-four-years...their mind was theirs. Wholly theirs. Only. Theirs. [BUT I AM NOT MY FATHER WHO MURDERED THOUSANDS OF SPECIES FOR IMAGINED CRIMES. THOUGH YOU ARE A MONSTER BY CHOICE AND CORRUPTION IN EQUAL MEASURE, MERCY REQUIRES NO EXPLANATION BEYOND THE WILL TO OFFER IT.]
"Mercy is for the weak," Ssli'sazarl spat, feeling the hand upon their shoulder grow firm and hard. No longer a light of gentle warmth.
[AND THUS ONLY THE STRONG CAN GIVE IT. MAKE NO MISTAKE; I OFFER NO SALVATION. ONE OF MY DOMAINS ISN'T RUTHLESSNESS FOR NOTHING. I OFFER OBLIVION. FREEDOM FROM THE CHAINS UPON YOUR BACK, FOR IF I AM UNWILLING TO CAST EVEN ONE SHACKLE OF THE FOUR DOWN, I AM UNWORTHY OF THE FAITH PLACED IN ME BY THE TRILLIONS TO COME.]
Ssli'sazarl stared. Their mind thought...and they hung their head.
[MAY YOUR SLEEP BE ETERNAL.]
Thus, Ssli'sazarl was no more as dawn broke upon the Isle of Avalon. Its premises were soon swarming with thousands of soldiers after a woman alerted the Avalon Wardens about what she had seen in a restroom. The corpse of a heavily mutated xenos was shortly found and swiftly purified before being fired into a nearby star amidst a swirl of controversy and screaming priests and laypeople demanding a hardening of security and more counter-measures against infiltration.
But nothing else came of it.
Imperial Syncreticism. These two words hide the depths of danger they represent to the souls of the people of the Glimmering Federation.
It is not merely an honest attempt to bridge the gap between the Droman Creed and the Dogma of the Cult Imperialis but an insidious perversion of all that the Droman Creed tries to create.
The Syncretists cast down the tenets and doctrines of Solitudo Genetica and Cognati Stellarum as the two most prominent examples, arguing against it with the small-minded sights of those who see only with hatred. They desire for all Mutants to be killed, for our Kin to be slaughtered, and for the planets of our Protectorate to be cleansed and settled...even if they do not speak in such terms. Their priests and sermons are insidious, worming deeper and deeper with every decade left unattended, and the Order of Cerberus has slowly shifted over from fighting against the grasp of Chaos to fighting against the rot of the Syncretists in many systems, many formerly of Neon, but not all.
Many of their desired social reforms and programs are insidiously coached in honeyed words that hide what they truly want or would bring about. They are willing to enact the wills of those who preach their hatred with violence: open, hidden, social, or physical; it does not matter. Cults grow within their ranks: those mundane and those Corrupted, seeking to take advantage of those seeking pious lives and belonging, meaning for lives and legacies twisted into servitude for base greed or darker masters.
It cannot be overstated that, should no action be taken, their ranks would swell enough that acting against them would not merely end in unrest across many systems, especially those formerly Neon, but may end up with revolutions trying to futilely fight against the Federation. Millions would die before our rightful and pious light would shine upon those worlds again, but they would die nonetheless.
Action Must Be Taken.
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] (Write-In)
"Why?"
Eyes widened, a hand grasped for a knife that wasn't there, and arcane sigils began to swirl around the other in their baleful hatred of the thing that once again tried to block their path. Except... "You are not the child," the pilgrim snarled, looking at the human whelp that sat on one of the branches of the trees giving their shadows over the path, legs dangling and swinging back and forth as its head swayed with the tune it hummed. Snarling, the pilgrim loo-"GAH!"
"Oops, should have dimmed that," the thing said as it hopped down from the branch, humming the song as it skipped over to Ssli'sazarl kneeling on the path, blood trickling from their nine eyes and mouths, pain bending them over with their head pressed against the floor as if to ward off further harm. "But then again, you did try to peek, didn't you?"
Ssli'sazarl looked up, their whole disguise shattered and melted, eyes riven with popped blood vessels glared with malice beyond hatred, and spat from their mouths blood and words. "What are you, warp-spawn? One of the others? One sent by my enemies? The Forge Lord? My contract is not yet up, and the conditions for failure have not yet been met. You have no right to interfere!"
Stopping before them, the thing in the guise of a child bent over, hands behind its back, as the face-that-wasn't-one expressed mirth and curiosity. "Oh, but I have. After all, Ssli'sazarl," it said, and they felt their eyes rip themselves open as the guise of the child morphed within the Warp itself to a form that couldn't be. [YOU TRIED TO DEFILE THE GRAVE OF A MAN WHO SPENT HIS LIFE IN MY SERVICE.]
"No...NO! YO-You aren't real! What IS THIS TRICKERY?!" Ssli'sazarl shouted, runes and glyphs snapping into reality as they were brought against the form standing before them...to no effect. "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN CREATED; YOU CANNOT BE! THIS CANNOT BE!" Ssli'sazarl screeched, fear and terror melting into one soup of utter mind-scrambling horror. "THE THORIANS ARE FALSE; THEIR PROPHECIES THE HOPES OF FOOLS DELUDED!"
None of the attacks against the child did anything. There was no effect, no sign of damage, or even any sign that the Warp acknowledged the powers brought to bear against it. [CEASE.] And Ssli'sazarl stopped. No power flowed through their veins; no might answered their calls. They stopped...and fell to their knees, tears streaming down their eyes despite being unable to produce such. [YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT TIME IS BUT A SUGGESTION TO BEINGS SUCH AS I IF WE DESIRE IT TO BE SO. EVEN IF THE COST IS STEEP, ALLOWING THE ONE WHO CAME FROM BEYOND THE SKEIN TO REST WITH HIS WIFE IN PEACE AFTER HIS SERVICE TO MYSELF IS DONE IS A TRIVIAL THING.]
Ssli'sazarl could do nothing but look into the Warp and let his eyes burn as he muttered, over and over, 'This cannot be.'
[YOU KNOW, DESPITE WHAT MY FATHER SAYS, YOUR KIND IS THE ONE I LIKE TO DENY THE MOST. THE KHORNATES ARE THE EASIEST TO FIGHT, BUT YOU? YOU FALL FOR EITHER SELFISH GREED OR SELFLESS HOPE.]
Ssli'sazarl blinked at that, and a laugh rasped from their mouths, eyes blinded by the brilliance of Divinity. "Ar-are you?" They laughed once more, the laugh of one stressed and with a broken mind. "Do you think I will switch sides? That I desire your 'redemption'?" They spat the last word like a curse.
[NO. YOU CHOSE YOUR PATH ONCE TO SAVE ANOTHER...BUT THAT WAS A MILLENIA AGO. NOW? NOW YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SHELL OF WHO YOU WERE, WHAT YOU TRIED TO BECOME. THERE WILL BE NO REDEMPTION FOR ONE WHO SLAUGHTERED BILLIONS AND GLEEFULLY KILLED MILLIONS THEMSELVES.] Ssli'sazarl felt a hand fall upon their shoulders, and, for the first time in one-thousand-eight-hundred-forty-four-years...their mind was theirs. Wholly theirs. Only. Theirs. [BUT I AM NOT MY FATHER WHO MURDERED THOUSANDS OF SPECIES FOR IMAGINED CRIMES. THOUGH YOU ARE A MONSTER BY CHOICE AND CORRUPTION IN EQUAL MEASURE, MERCY REQUIRES NO EXPLANATION BEYOND THE WILL TO OFFER IT.]
"Mercy is for the weak," Ssli'sazarl spat, feeling the hand upon their shoulder grow firm and hard. No longer a light of gentle warmth.
[AND THUS ONLY THE STRONG CAN GIVE IT. MAKE NO MISTAKE; I OFFER NO SALVATION. ONE OF MY DOMAINS ISN'T RUTHLESSNESS FOR NOTHING. I OFFER OBLIVION. FREEDOM FROM THE CHAINS UPON YOUR BACK, FOR IF I AM UNWILLING TO CAST EVEN ONE SHACKLE OF THE FOUR DOWN, I AM UNWORTHY OF THE FAITH PLACED IN ME BY THE TRILLIONS TO COME.]
Ssli'sazarl stared. Their mind thought...and they hung their head.
[MAY YOUR SLEEP BE ETERNAL.]
Thus, Ssli'sazarl was no more as dawn broke upon the Isle of Avalon. Its premises were soon swarming with thousands of soldiers after a woman alerted the Avalon Wardens about what she had seen in a restroom. The corpse of a heavily mutated xenos was shortly found and swiftly purified before being fired into a nearby star amidst a swirl of controversy and screaming priests and laypeople demanding a hardening of security and more counter-measures against infiltration.
But nothing else came of it.
Imperial Syncreticism. These two words hide the depths of danger they represent to the souls of the people of the Glimmering Federation.
It is not merely an honest attempt to bridge the gap between the Droman Creed and the Dogma of the Cult Imperialis but an insidious perversion of all that the Droman Creed tries to create.
The Syncretists cast down the tenets and doctrines of Solitudo Genetica and Cognati Stellarum as the two most prominent examples, arguing against it with the small-minded sights of those who see only with hatred. They desire for all Mutants to be killed, for our Kin to be slaughtered, and for the planets of our Protectorate to be cleansed and settled...even if they do not speak in such terms. Their priests and sermons are insidious, worming deeper and deeper with every decade left unattended, and the Order of Cerberus has slowly shifted over from fighting against the grasp of Chaos to fighting against the rot of the Syncretists in many systems, many formerly of Neon, but not all.
Many of their desired social reforms and programs are insidiously coached in honeyed words that hide what they truly want or would bring about. They are willing to enact the wills of those who preach their hatred with violence: open, hidden, social, or physical; it does not matter. Cults grow within their ranks: those mundane and those Corrupted, seeking to take advantage of those seeking pious lives and belonging, meaning for lives and legacies twisted into servitude for base greed or darker masters.
It cannot be overstated that, should no action be taken, their ranks would swell enough that acting against them would not merely end in unrest across many systems, especially those formerly Neon, but may end up with revolutions trying to futilely fight against the Federation. Millions would die before our rightful and pious light would shine upon those worlds again, but they would die nonetheless.
Action Must Be Taken.
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] (Write-In)
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Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
Hoo boy.
Star Child himself retroactively rolling in and fucking the Chaos Lord up because you are not fucking up the grave of a man who gave everything he had to me. And did so while denying the prize of a fatted soul to the Chaos Gods too.
I guess the 621 coalition's going to collapse now with the warlord being No More and his Contract now being in default.
Star Child himself retroactively rolling in and fucking the Chaos Lord up because you are not fucking up the grave of a man who gave everything he had to me. And did so while denying the prize of a fatted soul to the Chaos Gods too.
I guess the 621 coalition's going to collapse now with the warlord being No More and his Contract now being in default.
- Location
- ?????????
Well...yeah not surprised that this heresy wants to specifically kill Xenos for no bloody reason
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[] The Five Pillars of Anti-Syncretism:
-[] Teaching: Sunlight is not always the best disenfectant, but something clear and cool and good is. Redouble emphasis in education of the contributions of both the Kil'drabi and the Yeeni, and in more 'news' perspectives, the alliance with the Mashan and the fact that for every Xenos aligned with Chaos there are many even without the Federation that stand against it.
-[] Exposure: While Yeeni are not yet Kin, perhaps it is time to experiment with more mixed bodies as much as possible, if not in war--where the matter seems complicated--than at least in general, allowing exposure to do two things: first to make others used to them, and second, just as importantly, to exposure the secret bigots among us, so that their monstrous conceits will draw light by their objections and inability to pretend to be unbiased.
-[] De-Listing: Among those bodies, such as Holy Orders, or those coming from the School of the Federations, that have official backing (or clergy assigned to military units), begin a hunt of sorts for Imperial Syncretic sympathy or belief. Rather than punishable by death, at least if it doesn't go further than inclinations into actions, the punishment will be one that will drive those ambitious climbers from the movement: being delisted, defrocked, removed from positions and if need be turned back into a civilian. This will mean that only the truest believers or those acting so secretly as to be indistinguishable from a True Believer can survive within these ranks.
-[] Criminalization: While some of the beliefs of Imperial Syncretists cannot truly be fought by prison or pyre, there are many things that such organizations are liable to do that ARE undeniably crimes beyond any doubt. The hammer is to fall, but with both force and subtlety, and his falling of the hammer will likely drive such sects so far underground as to be unable to spike rebellions--in context of Teaching and Exposure--or force them to come face to face with their Heresy. Or destroy them, that's certainly not a bad outcome.
-[] Enthronement: These actions are not merely to be decreed by the Council, as religiously-guided as it is, but instead they are to be affirmed and made doctrinal by a meeting, a Holy Conclave that will explore the history of this heresy, find new and interesting ways to root it out, and emphasize in an Official Manner the incompatibility of this with the world that has been built by the Federation: if you're in favor of Imperial Syncretism, you might as well be against clean water and plentiful food!
-[] Teaching: Sunlight is not always the best disenfectant, but something clear and cool and good is. Redouble emphasis in education of the contributions of both the Kil'drabi and the Yeeni, and in more 'news' perspectives, the alliance with the Mashan and the fact that for every Xenos aligned with Chaos there are many even without the Federation that stand against it.
-[] Exposure: While Yeeni are not yet Kin, perhaps it is time to experiment with more mixed bodies as much as possible, if not in war--where the matter seems complicated--than at least in general, allowing exposure to do two things: first to make others used to them, and second, just as importantly, to exposure the secret bigots among us, so that their monstrous conceits will draw light by their objections and inability to pretend to be unbiased.
-[] De-Listing: Among those bodies, such as Holy Orders, or those coming from the School of the Federations, that have official backing (or clergy assigned to military units), begin a hunt of sorts for Imperial Syncretic sympathy or belief. Rather than punishable by death, at least if it doesn't go further than inclinations into actions, the punishment will be one that will drive those ambitious climbers from the movement: being delisted, defrocked, removed from positions and if need be turned back into a civilian. This will mean that only the truest believers or those acting so secretly as to be indistinguishable from a True Believer can survive within these ranks.
-[] Criminalization: While some of the beliefs of Imperial Syncretists cannot truly be fought by prison or pyre, there are many things that such organizations are liable to do that ARE undeniably crimes beyond any doubt. The hammer is to fall, but with both force and subtlety, and his falling of the hammer will likely drive such sects so far underground as to be unable to spike rebellions--in context of Teaching and Exposure--or force them to come face to face with their Heresy. Or destroy them, that's certainly not a bad outcome.
-[] Enthronement: These actions are not merely to be decreed by the Council, as religiously-guided as it is, but instead they are to be affirmed and made doctrinal by a meeting, a Holy Conclave that will explore the history of this heresy, find new and interesting ways to root it out, and emphasize in an Official Manner the incompatibility of this with the world that has been built by the Federation: if you're in favor of Imperial Syncretism, you might as well be against clean water and plentiful food!
Professor Vesca
Good News Everyone!
Not only did the forge of souls not get their grave after investing in this tzeentch lord, they didn't even get their collateral. They got nothing.
You get nothing.
You lose.
Good day sir!
You get nothing.
You lose.
Good day sir!
Starchild is a half-sibling of Primarchs in a way; now that is interesting.
As for how to fight the bigoted Imperial Syncreticism, we need to fight it with logic and rhetoric. Cold numbers show how their programs, plans and pogroms would be a net deficit not worth undertaking.
Every lasgun, every bullet every soldier spent against mutant, kin and everyone else they want to kill is one which wasn't spent stopping chaos, not to mention how killed kin can't work for the prosperity of federation.
Not to mention how cruelty they demand is something that will be evil and chaos gods would be fed by it; we should mention many good kin and mutants saving humans as firefighters, soldiers, doctors, the personal stories of those who aren't human but they are people, our people.
As for mutants, specifically mentioning how the Saint literally blessed them so they may live less painful lives and how wanting to kill them seems like those heretical priests thinking that they know better than Saint of the Starchild.
Also slandering imperium for wanting this and how much it declined because of it.
As for how to fight the bigoted Imperial Syncreticism, we need to fight it with logic and rhetoric. Cold numbers show how their programs, plans and pogroms would be a net deficit not worth undertaking.
Every lasgun, every bullet every soldier spent against mutant, kin and everyone else they want to kill is one which wasn't spent stopping chaos, not to mention how killed kin can't work for the prosperity of federation.
Not to mention how cruelty they demand is something that will be evil and chaos gods would be fed by it; we should mention many good kin and mutants saving humans as firefighters, soldiers, doctors, the personal stories of those who aren't human but they are people, our people.
As for mutants, specifically mentioning how the Saint literally blessed them so they may live less painful lives and how wanting to kill them seems like those heretical priests thinking that they know better than Saint of the Starchild.
Also slandering imperium for wanting this and how much it declined because of it.
Y'know, it should have been obvious in hindsight that the Child would have been the Star-Child, but we were all thinking about more slapstick shenanigans.
Not only that, but bring up how his wife of over 5 centuries was a mutant, that trying to purge all mutants would be incredibly disrespectful towards Bnuy and Teeln.
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