My Warhammer 40k fanfic all in one thread.
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My name was Cyrene Valention. I grew up on a compliant world. We had stories of Lorgar, the great leader who unified us for the Empire's arrival. My parents were still young when it happened. They called him an Angel. We loved our Angel Lorgar. For a son of the God Emperor was raised among us. No normal man, but of the normal man. When he left with his father we rejoiced.
By the time the Emperium returned, I was a young girl. Barely out of my teens. I lived in what we called the perfect city. The land that Lorgar grew up in and the capital city of the entire world. Improved in his image into the pentacle of beauty and ingenuity.
We thought their return would be cause for celebration. But something must have gone wrong. His father didn't like us calling him a God. He didn't like Lorgar being called an Angel. Worship was forbidden, and to teach his son, our Angel, a lesson, the God Emperor unleashed his wrath upon us.
We were given a warning to leave. The entire city was told to be gone within 2 days. My family and I were among the last out. As we were marched from our homes, the skies darkened and erupted with a great light and an earth shaking boom. I turned to see our home wiped away in a single blast. The flash of the explosion seared my eyes and left me blind.
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My name is Argel Tal. The right hand and most trusted soldier under our father, Lorgar. 10,000 soldiers fashioned in his image to serve under him as we spread unification across the galaxy. Our methods were questionable but they got results. While the other legions demanded loyalty and regularly had to return to their claimed worlds to pacify rebellion, we preached our Imperium as a religion, and left only zealous and fervent followers. The Emperor did not see the benefits of this practice.
To demonstrate his displeasure with us, he ordered his son to destroy the city he had built his religious ideologies on. The perfect city. We were given a chance to get people out, but we knew it wouldn't be enough time. When the bombs struck, riots ensued. I was part of the unit sent to pacify any violence that would inevitably arise. Thousands died that day. Some from the bombs. But most from us. This was a lesson our Emperor wanted to be sure we would never forget.
After the riots were stopped, I was sent with some men to find those who were wounded and put them out of their misery. People trampled to near death or crazed by a bullet and left to die. It was the least we could do for them after the horrors we were forced to make them bear witness to.
That's when I found her. A young woman, trampled, blinded, and slipping in and out of consciousness. In this single innocent and broken soul I saw the spirit of the entire city. And as I stood there about to put her out of her misery, I found myself weighted down with the regret and shame of what I had done to these people. This girl was all of my shame in a single being.
I had her on our ship and in the medical bay before I had time to question myself. -
I awoke to the icy cold of a metal table. I noticed the ache across my whole body from the horrible events of the riots and panicked mobs. I noticed the bruises and sharp spikes of pain from the needles feeding me liquids through my arms and hands. I noticed the muffled footsteps and voices from doctors talking in the next room. But what I noticed most was the darkness.
I heard a doctor arrive and gasp before coming to be calling to his nurse to get "Argel". They explained to me what all had happened. How it had been 3 days since the city was destroyed. How I was pulled from the wreckage surrounded by death. How I would almost fully recover from the incident. How the only thing I wouldn't regain was my sight. How my saviors name was Argel Tal.
Then I heard the heavy footsteps. And though I couldn't see him, I knew I was in the presence of my savior. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity. He didn't speak. I asked him to come closer so I could see him with my hands. He came and stood by my bed and I touched his face. He had broad features and seemed large. From how high up his head was I guessed he was around 6 ft tall. And when he finally spoke his voice was deep and resonated. He spoke only of thanks that I was alright.
The doctor then said I needed to rest and for Argel to leave me to that. That's when this man that I thought to be 6 ft tall, stood up. And I realized I was in the presence of a giant. Fashioned in the image of our Angel Lorgar, he too was above man.
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The first time I saw her she was broken and bleeding. Scarred by our mistakes. Made to suffer as our punishment. The next time I saw her, she looked at me with clear eyes. She touched me and saw me as a person. Not as a soldier. Not as an Angel. And not as the reason she was blind. Her soft touch and her gentle eyes told me all I needed to know. That she forgave us for what we did.
I spent many hours in that medical bay. When the doctor was helping her learn to find her way around blind, I was there. When she was learning to read braille, I was there.
Story spread like wild fire of the blessed lady who saw the perfect city burn and lived. Of the innocent girl who had survived the blast and was now among us. Even our father Lorgar came to see her. And even unable to see him, she knew who he was.
As time went on she came to understand what we did. We were soldiers. During war times she would stay in her room and listen to the steady booms of cannons on our ship and the bustle of crew members running up and down the hallways. Between fights she would mostly stay with me. We would take walks down the halls and I would tell stories of great wars and wondrous places I had seen. She would tell stories of growing up on the outskirts of the city. And yet her stories always seemed infinitely more fascinating than mine. -
Argel Tal and I take walks a lot. I love to listen to the bustle of the ship and the conversations the workers have. It's funny, they see that I'm blind and yet they think I can't hear them speaking. They are never cruel though.
Argel promises me that the next time we reach a safe world, that he'll take me to the surface so we can go to the market together. I have to admit, that the constant sound of the engines and the metal floors and walls do make it hard to forget you're in a ship.
The other day, we were walking through the hanger bays and Argel asked me if I blamed them for my eyes. "I miss them sometimes." I said. "Yet without them I see things in a way I never saw them before. I see people rather than faces. Ideas rather than words. I see you, and I do not hate you for giving me the chance to do so." He was silent the rest of our walk.
As he walked me back to my room, Argel Tal confessed to me that he asked because he blamed himself. He knew that on every world they took that there were countless others like me he couldn't save and wars that were unneeded were ending in innocent blood being spilled on his hands.
And in the privacy of my cabin, a giant wept.
He has pulled my from those ruins and brought me back from certain death. He stayed with me when my home was no more gave me room in his. Yet every day I realize that it was I who saved him.
My knight. My Hero. My Argel Tal.
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mmmmmmmooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee
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I really enjoy the pace of the writing, as well as the way you described certain parts.
Also, I'm shipping these two. :3 -
Fair warning. If you enjoy the two together, don't read the actual books. Cannons sink ships.
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I would make a suggestion, but I find that difficult for stories that aren't my own.
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Oh. ._.
I might still look into them for fun, though. -
therealminime Newbieif anyone is still awake go to: anyone awake?
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no. It's bed time. Go to sleep.
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Great job, I've never read the books, but the way you don't rush things is cool.
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Oh my god
I remember this!
What's it been? Five months for this thing? -
I've just been given the request to make a smutty sequel to this... I'm not sure if I should or not.
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A smutty sequel
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do whatever you want but I think it would be really odd xD
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