Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 2: S'kkoi]
08-29-2011, 09:22 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
Vuul thrashed wildly in the water, striking at nothing. His body burned with futile anger; anger at the humans that had stolen his victory from him. He had them, and now...
Now he was underwater, and his legs felt... odd. Flexing them experimentally, he discovered they were no longer jointed. He raised a few to where his optical circlet could examine them, and was surprised to see tentacles. Armored tentacles.
As he took in his surroundings, he felt a small religious tingle as he realized the purpose of his new locomotors. The Tormentor was truly kind to equip Vuul with these limbs, so that he might bring the burning light of His righteous fury to these murky depths.
Vuul kicked, and shot forward. His lower torso, still capable of independent rotation, began to spin, and the tentacles behind him spun up into an elongated propeller. A pure white missile flanked by a wake of disturbed silt cruised across the dark ocean floor, and for the first time since this battle began, Vuul experienced calm. His mind, usually focused on the next battle, found itself directionless. He tried to focus on finding the humans, but...
The words of the dying Vhor rang through him, and he shuddered. The vision of so many of his kind, dead and dying, haunted him. Where had they come from? Were they real? No, they could not have been; surely the Tormentor would not kill so many of the Alvum. A vision, then, sent by his god, perhaps as a warning for what might happen should he fail in his holy duty. Or perhaps...
Perhaps his god had chosen him for a higher purpose. Perhaps the vision was meant to show that the Alvum were no longer worth the Prime's attentions. Perhaps, in revealing His True Self to Vuul, the Tormentor wished to begin anew, and create a better species, and a more glorious Empire.
The words of the Vhor were true, then. He was Vulm no longer, casteless, pastless, abandoned by the false Hierarchy as the Prime Alumvaeum had abandoned it! He was now simply Vuul, and he would bring death and destruction to whomever the Tormentor may desire.
Which, if Vuul remembered correctly, was everyone.
A shadow began to solidify in the distance, and Vuul could make out straight lines and unnatural angles. As he had seen nothing else so far, he altered course. His mind was once again focused, on the humans, on the non-humans, and on any other beings present in this world.
Vuul was coming to kill them all.
Vuul thrashed wildly in the water, striking at nothing. His body burned with futile anger; anger at the humans that had stolen his victory from him. He had them, and now...
Now he was underwater, and his legs felt... odd. Flexing them experimentally, he discovered they were no longer jointed. He raised a few to where his optical circlet could examine them, and was surprised to see tentacles. Armored tentacles.
As he took in his surroundings, he felt a small religious tingle as he realized the purpose of his new locomotors. The Tormentor was truly kind to equip Vuul with these limbs, so that he might bring the burning light of His righteous fury to these murky depths.
Vuul kicked, and shot forward. His lower torso, still capable of independent rotation, began to spin, and the tentacles behind him spun up into an elongated propeller. A pure white missile flanked by a wake of disturbed silt cruised across the dark ocean floor, and for the first time since this battle began, Vuul experienced calm. His mind, usually focused on the next battle, found itself directionless. He tried to focus on finding the humans, but...
The words of the dying Vhor rang through him, and he shuddered. The vision of so many of his kind, dead and dying, haunted him. Where had they come from? Were they real? No, they could not have been; surely the Tormentor would not kill so many of the Alvum. A vision, then, sent by his god, perhaps as a warning for what might happen should he fail in his holy duty. Or perhaps...
Perhaps his god had chosen him for a higher purpose. Perhaps the vision was meant to show that the Alvum were no longer worth the Prime's attentions. Perhaps, in revealing His True Self to Vuul, the Tormentor wished to begin anew, and create a better species, and a more glorious Empire.
The words of the Vhor were true, then. He was Vulm no longer, casteless, pastless, abandoned by the false Hierarchy as the Prime Alumvaeum had abandoned it! He was now simply Vuul, and he would bring death and destruction to whomever the Tormentor may desire.
Which, if Vuul remembered correctly, was everyone.
A shadow began to solidify in the distance, and Vuul could make out straight lines and unnatural angles. As he had seen nothing else so far, he altered course. His mind was once again focused, on the humans, on the non-humans, and on any other beings present in this world.
Vuul was coming to kill them all.