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Memories of a Fiend
I am Vritra of Chemos. It’s something I remember telling myself as I ran with my brothers across some other Emperor-forsaken wasteland a very long time ago. I remember there being a Crusade, perhaps several. In those days we were the Emperor’s finest, his very own children, and from that we took our namesake. Even long after the tedium of the Heresy and our exile that we endured, we keep our title, the Emperor’s Children. None can take that away from us, not our brothers, and especially not our impotent Grandfather. Like all children, we have succeeded our parent. We are the essence of humanity, purified of the flaws of its base genetics. I am Vritra, and I am a Child of the Emperor. This I know.
My true father, flawless and the best of us, Fulgrim, I remember most clearly. Even in those early days, before witnessing blessed perfection, he was beautiful. Every chiseled muscle and every lock of silver hair. To say we loved him would be too human. In truth, we hungered
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Memories of a Warlord
The sword flew from Azhmari’s hand as his trainer’s blow connected with a shower of sparks and the sound of clashing steel. The follow-up to the blow was vicious, tearing into the boy’s chest and stomach and splattering the training arena with blood, as Azhmari went to his knees, hard. His hair descended around his eyes like a red mane, and he looked through the strands as he pulled himself to his feet.  Images of the Adeptus Astartes of the Raven Guard, the sworn protectors of Ubervald, loomed over him from the carved ceiling as the boy’s vision swam. The enormous man, a trainer for those who would join the blessed demigods and spread the Emperor’s reach to the the stars was covered in scars that formed a mesh over his roped muscle. He strode across the arena, as Azhmari, last son of the house Vulkyr, and tribute to the Ravens when next they blessed the world with their presence, bared his teeth, fighting against the urge to give in to the dizziness
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Memories of a Psychopath
In all his days after his ascension, thousands of years of service to the Emperor, and even long after, Kulstov had always hated the many suns he saw. In Nostramo, the sky was mercifully dark all year round. The people were used to it, and in the midnight streets of the great city, criminals seethed like a swarm of rats. The Night Haunter had struck back with godlike power and seemingly magical technology, but some had always slipped through the gaps. Among those degenerate few, Kulstov, a killer since the age of ten, had stalked the streets.
Kulstov didn’t know what had happened to him, but he knew that something was broken  from a very young age. When another child had stolen his favorite toy, he strangled her in a strangely impassive way, watching the girl’s face and lips turn blue in the cool night air.
Nostramo was filled to the bursting, both with criminals and their victims and the homeless unfortunates that littered the streets, and by the time he was a year ol
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Memories of a Hunter
The Imperial Cleric Vorien hung, trembling, from the ceiling of the chamber, as he watched the hulking figure make preparations and whisper vile prayers in the darkness. He knew that he was far from the Emperor’s light, and even now, in the freezing darkness of the Astartes’ chamber, he could not let his heart grow weak. He could not show fear.
The attack on the planet had come quickly and without warning, the enormous black battle-barge filling the sky with a crackling flash of warp-energy. They had descended in drop-pods, like a swarm of obsidian darts fired toward the planet. Hulking monsters, a cursed parody of the image of the holy Astartes had emerged, wearing spiked armor of pitch-black, decorated with lightning, and winged skulls. Vorien had heard stories of the traitor legions, and even though some of the regular Astartes had instilled fear into him with their strange beliefs and ways, he had always clung to the fact that they were the chosen of the Emperor. It had
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The Sacrament
The first thing that hit Father Lochland as he entered the confessional booth was the smell. It wasn’t that he was unused to bad smells, far from it. Working in the slums of Detroit had more than numbed him to scent of humanity, as it wafted through the stale, night air. St. Anthony’s Church stood alone, amid the crumbling buildings of the district, a single spire reaching up into the sky from the desolation of urban decay. At this hour of the night it attracted a wide variety of people, some faithful, some simply seeking shelter from the cold, and it turned none of them away. St. Anthony was well known as a patron of the lost, and it wasn’t something that father Lochland took lightly.
The smell was something different than the usual miasma of alcohol and sweat that surrounded the unfortunates that came to the place. It was different, sickeningly sweet, cloying and somehow sticky. For a split second, Father Lochland feared that he might catch something, then immediate
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The Clockwork Choir
‘Do you think they have souls, Japetti? Do you think they enjoy being in such artificial shells?’ asked Augustus. The two men stood in the darkened cathedral that Augustus had purchased to use as his studio. The man was an artist, of that there was no doubt, but even after two years, Japetti had never gotten used to his client’s eccentricities. The place was devoid of artificial light,  lit only by candles that twinkled in the gloom like stars. The only other light source was the moon, which shone through the red-tinted windows, painting the contraption they stood before in an even more ghoulish light.
‘Don’t change the subject, Manya,’ Japetti said, trying to pick out the details of the device in the dense shadows. ‘This is excessive, even by your standards.  Exactly what do you hope to accomplish with this grotesque experiment?’
It was difficult to study Maestro Augustus Manya’s face, which was covered in a strange, expr
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More than a flame, this time
It's not the life it seems,
Burning brighter than a thousand suns
Doing anything not to fade away
And somewhere between a razorblade romance
And a polaroid dream there's you
Smiling such a wicked grin as could wash away
My doubts and insecurities,
No, it's not the life it seems,
But it's mine and not for one single second
Would I trade it away or let it pass unmarked,
I want this pain in my limbs,
This ache in my heart,
This viscous red life pouring out onto the pavement,
This adversity is me, my drive and my flame
And you'll never put it out,
It can only burn brighter and some day I'll show you
It's not the life it seems.
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What is love?
What is love?
Passion without lust,
The gentlest touch,
Warm embrace to chase away
The shadows of the fading day.
What is love?
Vibrant flower petals,
Soothing aromas,
A butterfly floating on the wind,
A distraction for a troubled mind.
What is love?
Promise of hope,
Joy of new life,
The midsummer breeze that carries
The seeds of dandelions away.
What is love?
Laughter without reserve,
Smiles that come so easily,
Resonant harmony of two notes
Plucked on the strings of a harp,
What is love
But the song of the heart
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The shattered dream
This is the beggining
The begginging of the end
Another sad love story
That happened to my dearest of friends
He seems so perfect
all sweet and kind
He treated her well
Till she was left behind
He had a hard choice
one knowone should ever have to make
But now he has made it
Is it a huge mistake?
He had love for two
But could only be with one
He had to chose between them
This choice was not fun
He made the choice
But was it all wise
My friend was left shattered
But shielded it with a discise
The river of tears
The never ending stream
She knew he was too good to be true
She didnt get her dream
She now walks around hopeless
Her heart still a mess
But everyday she trys to forget
All that horror and stress
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Does it mean I'm in love?
Does it mean I'm defective
When my heart skips a beat
At the sound of your voice?
And when the sun doesn't shine
If you're not by my side
Does that make me needy?
Or if I think that the rain
Is because I feel sad
Would I be arrogant?
But I know that the music
In my heart and my lungs
Is surely all your fault.
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Candywolf949 Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Excuse me! You need to fill out a form in order to be added to the front page of our group. (Imaginative writing) Thank you!
DarkMechanic Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2017  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for watching!
Judas-Fez Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015
Thanks for the watch!
Celestialhost Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you liked My Life with the Alien Sex Kult
Evil-M Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Genestealer cults are awesome. Always wished they'd referenced them a bit more, but I'm glad they still exist as a concept in-universe.
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Thanks for the :+fav:
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10/10 would watch again
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:wave: thanks for faving "Under Empty Eye"!
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