134 Terra (11)

It comes from ancient times, when the concept of time did not exist. 🍭💜  🐜★ It evolved and upgraded in the wave of chaos, so it was able to understand the meaning of its existence - torture, eternal torture.

Torture those beings that exist in another world.

Once this thought arose, it began to peer into the world belonging to the living, even though they were unaware of its existence, but already understood that there were things in the darkness that should not be touched.

"Stay away from the darkness." That's their saying. It found it laughable; how could it possibly stay away?

Darkness is everywhere, therefore it is everywhere.

It had tried countless times to enter the world of the living, vying for glory for the four gods and exchanging slaughter for favor. Who knew that their world would later be engulfed in flames.

It and its countless kind, even including the Four Gods, were enraged by this.

Why? Because this flame was meant to be theirs; it wasn't originally in this form, until a cursed abomination stole it.

They called him the fire thief. They harbored hatred and fear, and longed for the day he would die completely.

And then came the present.

They—the unborn—received the promise, the invitation—an invitation extended jointly by the four gods. It was naturally one of them, and it heard their voices without fail.

"Do you want to toy with the fate of the weak and vulnerable?"

Do you want to gain glory through slaughter and bloodshed in battle?

"Want to savor tender flesh and soft internal organs, and revel together?"

"Do you want to sow seeds, to create, to achieve immortality in the cycle of life and death?"

It agreed; how could it refuse such glory? It trembled with ecstasy, excitedly joining countless of its kind in rushing towards the tiny crack born from the schemes of the Tzeentch. ╰☆☆ ☆☆╮

They rushed in and began to drink blood and kill with abandon. For the first time, it felt alive, it was so wonderful, so wonderful that it made it feel nauseous.

What followed was jealousy.

Why should those weak, dependent ones be allowed to enjoy such precious things behind the fire-stealer?

It was furious and wreaked havoc—it thought this was the beginning, it thought it could evolve and ascend once again through slaughter, it even had a plan on how to win the favor of all four gods.

Until it saw a wisp of flame.

Then it started to flee, without hesitation.

Promotion, glory, enjoyment—it threw all of that away; it said, "You must escape, or you will die."

It ran so fast that for a moment, it could hardly feel the terrifying heat anymore. It thought it had escaped, but that wasn't the case.

Because those hybrids dressed in Ceramite and those weak mortals have returned. They were dead, some completely destroyed, some only their souls, but they have all returned.

So it could only flee again, the world within the Webway burning and turning to ashes behind it. Its kin should have taken this opportunity to rush into the wreckage, but they were afraid.

The unborn are not blind; they can naturally see what is happening here.

Then the four gods began to roar.

"Go," they said.

A single syllable cannot form a sentence; it is merely a command, utterly cold. So they have no choice but to come again and again. It felt a moment of joy at this—yes, yes, more please.

That way I can live a little longer, escape a little further, and if I can get back into that surging, Chaos tide, I can escape my fate of death.

It kept running, its body long and comical, its legs bent and powerful, covered with stiff, black bristles. It had claws and sharp teeth, and it ran like a strange hunchback, and it ran very fast.

But it's not fast enough; it can't outrun retribution. 💲🐼 🍬🎃

Footsteps reached its sound-detecting organs, and its body immediately stopped working, collapsing stiffly to the ground. Its twelve eyes widened, staring intently at the ancient, misty Webway.

The Eldar, who were closely associated with Slaanesh, built this place, and the ground is still covered with Wraithbone Eldar. Yet, in such a place, a series of unhurried footsteps could be heard.

A hazy blue light cast a Shadow on the wall, initially small, but gradually growing larger as the footsteps approached.

It began to scream, an uncontrollable scream, as raging flames surged from the Webway, engulfing it in an instant, but not immediately turning it to ashes.

"Nowhere to escape." A voice said quietly, like rolling thunder, like a death sentence.

It heard countless screams coming from behind it; they were from its kin, who were running slower than it. They had followed it and then come here.

Such a desperate scene drove many Daemon mad; they began slaughtering their own kind, offering sacrifices to beg for their survival.

Or perhaps, one could kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly, plucking off one's own horns, cutting off one's claws, and tearing out one's heart as a sacrifice to the approaching deity, but all to no avail.

It knew he wouldn't accept it; he was a biased god.

God looked down at it, and then uttered its true name, a string of indistinct words that no one could understand, which sounded like a sob.

It wept bitterly, for its newfound body lacked such abilities, and so only black blood flowed from it. One by one, its twelve eyes burst open.

The sap seeped out, crisscrossing across its dark brown fur, and in an instant transformed into a chilling blade that sliced into its own body. A force lifted it up, and it followed closely behind the god.

It struggled painfully, yet was forced to open all its eyes wide. Even though it was blind, it had to look directly at the god and calmly walk among the demons, beginning to pronounce their crimes.

"Indiscriminate killing." He uttered a single word, a chill spreading from his pale ribs, freezing the ground of the Webway as he walked.

Two flames of fury burned in the empty eye sockets of that skeletal face, and every Daemon that was gazed upon by him died at that moment.

Blades formed from the cold air rose from the ground, piercing deep into their bodies. They pierced flesh and bone, reaching the skull or vital organs, before exploding violently. Blood and flesh splattered, and the satisfied laughter of the dead echoed from the black flames surrounding the demons.

The demons wailed and begged for mercy. One of them shamelessly claimed that he was innocent and that his hands were not stained with blood; he had only come under duress.

"Innocent?" the god asked in a thunderous voice. "You were merely a step too slow; you are far from innocent. This is a lie, and your crime is compounded."

Thick black smoke billowed from the void, tearing open the Daemon's Great Maw and pouring into its body. The demon began to writhe and struggle violently, as if suffering from an epileptic seizure. Its powerful body swelled at that moment, then suddenly shattered.

Chunks of flesh and blood flew through the air, burning away in the black flames before they could even hit the ground or the walls. The demons fell silent, doing nothing more, but some still clung to hope and began running back to where they had come from.

They still believed they could find a possible exit, thus escaping this hell specifically built for them.

"Words are useless." The god calmly watched them flee and pronounced judgment. "Explanations are useless, pleas are useless, oaths of allegiance to me are useless. This is Judgment of Vengeance; you are burdened with sin, and death is your only option."

As soon as he finished speaking, heavenly fire descended from behind the Webway, and a raging sun rose slowly amidst the flames. The escapees turned to ashes, and a golden boot carved with a two-headed Aquila stepped on the Daemon's ashes and walked past indifferently.

His hands were empty; his right hand, which should have been holding a sword, was bare, but that did not stop the demons from wailing in despair.

He simply walked by, turning them into withered bones; the promised lives turned to dust; screams rose and fell, and finally, upon reaching a certain boundary, they vanished into nothingness.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a problem; at least the soul could still escape—if that deity wasn't there.

But he's here.

Then the black flames swept across, the souls in the ashes were extracted, and countless dead souls stretched out their blood-soaked hands from the void, their empty eye sockets containing only one emotion.

At this moment, only one Daemon remains alive. It floats above the heads of the Fire Thief and the gods, its body swollen. Ice and flames skillfully inflict extreme torment upon it, preventing it from dying and forcing it to endure the suffering.

Its body and organs were all necrotic, and its bones, along with its internal organs, had turned into frozen blood.

It wished it could die immediately; there was no point in running or struggling anymore. Just die, just die like this. So desperate, it was better to end it all.

But it knew in its heart that it couldn't just die so easily.

It was deliberately preserved until now—it was lucky to have survived until now, so it will suffer even greater misfortune.

"You may go back," the god said to it. "Go back to where you came from, back to the Chaos waves."

The Daemon trembled as it opened its mouth, which was filled with fangs.

"Don't they want war? Tell them war is coming soon."

As soon as the words were spoken, it screamed as its form was stripped away. Black flames scorched it, forging a new body for it—but this was not a blessing, for this body tormented it every moment.

Countless chaotic scenes flashed through its eyes at that moment: stars went out, black flames ignited, and countless creatures cried out the name of Vengeance in unison, their hatred like a song. And so, it was thrown back into the Chaos waves.

One of the four gods was furious. He had just been stabbed in the eye and had nowhere to vent his anger. With a single swing of his sword, the little Daemon vanished into thin air, and the other three didn't even have time to stop him.

And so, amidst the black flames that should have been extinguished but gradually reignited, the Vengeance dead surged toward His wasteland.

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