The Blackest of Secrets
It was a dark night, the foul and unspeakable mysteries of the Ancients once-more crawling across his monitors as he worked. B-43977GAMMA Pic-...
Valthor, as he'd chosen to be called for the sake of the lesser minds, was trawling through ancient, dark, unknowable secrets. The sort that haunted men at night, that called upon the most potent and ancestral of cravings, and sang to the blackest and most unholy parts of his shrivelled soul. The clicking and clacking and whirring of mechanical parts that spoke to the alluring nature of the Serpent and Spider crawled across his flesh in their efforts to aid and assist him, the very SOUL of the Machine Spirit leaping like an attack hound on the knowledge he sought.
And finally, after so many months of searching in the dead of night, when all others in his cabal were asleep, he managed to find it! The one great and abominable secret that would unleash the powers of that most glorious of Dark Ages! The crafting was quick and clean, silent and cautious. No one could know of his deeds this night, or he would be forever shamed... And none knew. For as he held his prize aloft, wretched joy filled his heart as he-!
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VALTHOR! What in the name of Vita herself are you doing up THIS LATE???%" Valthor yelped, his prize dropping onto his head with a squeak before plopping down to the ground with a repeat of it's earlier noise. He stared down at the creation, then over at his Master and adoptive father, Alcinaxx. The older man stared, his mechanical eyes whirring softly as he focus, shifted his vision, wiped the lenses, then refocused. The rubber duck sat on the ground, blankly smiling up at them both, and Valthor found himself beginning to experience severe heating malfunctions in his facial area as the elder Cogitare slowly looked up at him.
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... I found you making hand-crafted skulls for your collection, you're cleaning the entire family living quarters for a month, and your sister gets your dessert servings for a week. Never trip the parental control sensors this late at night again, and get back to your 'cave of darkness' this instant, young man.%" Alcinaxx sounded exhausted, frustrated, and... mildly amused. Valthor fled the scene of his great crime, a mechadendrite spitting out a shot of webbing that caught on the duc-
the ancient evil he had conjured- and yanked it to his arms as he fled the scene of his horrendous crime.
... at least the old man wasn't claiming his lifestyle was 'just a phase' like his old parents had. But it was still
seriously uncool to be caught like that! Stupid old man...
Behold. A glimpse into the life of a Goth Boy (He's not, but he heard teenage rebellion was important for developmental growth and has been going through it since before he met Alcinaxx) and his maniacally happy sister, adopted by a Cogitare before Vita arrived out of necessity and trained in their ways, before following him aboard and now getting up to hijinx.
@Prime 2.0 YOUR DESIRE HATH BEEN SATED IN SOME SMALL CAPACITY!!!
