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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 26, 2004 9:01:50 GMT -5
Originally posted by piousservant
Terrible purpose…
It filled his mind, laughing, whispering, insanity.
Terrible purpose…
What was purpose?
He did not know. All he heard was the whispering, its quiet cackle soothed his mind. Why worry, it said.
Terrible purpose…<br> Life without purpose was not life, it said. It was a half-life, an incomplete life. Worthless.
The voices grew louder. He didn’t like it when they did that. They shouted now, raging against something, some inscrutable purpose. Then they raged against the Emperor and Humanity. They asked him what purpose was, yet still he could not answer.
Terrible purpose they said into his mind.
His ire would destroy worlds they said.
He said he did not want to destroy worlds.
They laughed.
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Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 26, 2004 9:04:08 GMT -5
Originally posted by piousservant
The whispering grew lounder, words forming.
He understood them now, if not their purpose.
They are coming.
Who is coming? He asked, confused.
The cell.
Cell?
Yes.
I...I..do not understand.
You will do.
...
You will destroy them.
I...
You will destroy them.
I...
YOU WILL DESTROY THEM!
...why?
It is your purpose.
But what if...
You will not fail.
Why must I do this?
I have led them to you. They will think you are...someone else.
Who?
They will call you... Icarus.
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