Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 6, 2015 22:40:42 GMT -5
2 hours ago…
Gasping for air the Lord of Alpha Prime and Belegost sat up in his sheets, body covered in sweat. Why? he yelled to himself as he swiped his hand to the side, a mastery over gravity allowing him to pull ever bead from his body and throwing it off as a fine mist into the stagnant air of the room. Why do I still do this!? Zasham did not need to breathe, perspire, or even sleep for that matter. Yet his magical body reacted to the mental reflexes of his collected personalities. Otherwise he would not sweat or even bleed for that matter. After a moment his breathing regulated and he twisted to the side, dropping his feet to the floor.
Face held up a hand, which was in turned propped up by a knee, his lids slowly drooping. I am different. Madness found me first. Birthed into nothingness and confined in a jail of unknown origin, it is my only companion. Eyes coming alive, he shot to his feet and made for the large window which overlooked his compound. It was the worst nightmare of them all, far more trying than the collective worst of all those assimilated. His inception into the universe, or rather the memories it produced, was a plague upon him, often disrupting his mental work. He slept voluntarily; finding it easier to completely absorb the information of those within whilst in a deep sleep.
Yet lately all he dreamed of was the beginning. In the span of the universe it had been but a blink of an eye ago, if that, in which he was birthed; a bastard of magic and technology. Throwing the window open he took in a deep breath, hoping to clear his mind. Biological necessity or not, certain simplicities helped him cope with his curse. Looking out to see Belegost high in the sky made him smile; even more so when he saw Beta from the corner of his eye. A sense of longing overtook him and the smile simply vanished. Turning back with a heavy sigh half of the Omega Diarchy lumbered back to his lavish bed, the drowsier the closer he got.
Plopping face down he closed his eyes once more and tried to resume his dream work, his solitary boxers covering him as he could not be bothered to pull a sheet over himself. The Emperor could easily adjust his body temperature to suit his needs.
In the beginning there was nothing. One moment I was that nothing and then the next; I exist. Only darkness welcomes me upon my genesis. Perpetual dusk and cold, hard surroundings; this is my cell. Before I would know the pains and pleasures of life I would first know madness. Many find madness in the world around them. It twists them, contorting their soul until the taint of chaos overwhelms. I am different. Madness found me first. Birthed into nothingness and confined in a jail of unknown origin, it is my only companion
Gasping for air the Lord of Alpha Prime and Belegost sat up in his sheets, body covered in sweat. Why? he yelled to himself as he swiped his hand to the side, a mastery over gravity allowing him to pull ever bead from his body and throwing it off as a fine mist into the stagnant air of the room. Why do I still do this!? Zasham did not need to breathe, perspire, or even sleep for that matter. Yet his magical body reacted to the mental reflexes of his collected personalities. Otherwise he would not sweat or even bleed for that matter. After a moment his breathing regulated and he twisted to the side, dropping his feet to the floor.
Face held up a hand, which was in turned propped up by a knee, his lids slowly drooping. I am different. Madness found me first. Birthed into nothingness and confined in a jail of unknown origin, it is my only companion. Eyes coming alive, he shot to his feet and made for the large window which overlooked his compound. It was the worst nightmare of them all, far more trying than the collective worst of all those assimilated. His inception into the universe, or rather the memories it produced, was a plague upon him, often disrupting his mental work. He slept voluntarily; finding it easier to completely absorb the information of those within whilst in a deep sleep.
Yet lately all he dreamed of was the beginning. In the span of the universe it had been but a blink of an eye ago, if that, in which he was birthed; a bastard of magic and technology. Throwing the window open he took in a deep breath, hoping to clear his mind. Biological necessity or not, certain simplicities helped him cope with his curse. Looking out to see Belegost high in the sky made him smile; even more so when he saw Beta from the corner of his eye. A sense of longing overtook him and the smile simply vanished. Turning back with a heavy sigh half of the Omega Diarchy lumbered back to his lavish bed, the drowsier the closer he got.
Plopping face down he closed his eyes once more and tried to resume his dream work, his solitary boxers covering him as he could not be bothered to pull a sheet over himself. The Emperor could easily adjust his body temperature to suit his needs.