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He was laughing in delight.
All the millennia had payed off, he would finally be rewarded by the one he had given everything for.
He stood before them, laughing in incomprehension.
They were beautiful, terrible. A dream come true, but a living nightmare all the same and he was permitted to truly see them. See all of it, the truth.
~He saw his pride, his legion, clad in the most perfect purple, singled out for their greatness, beloved by humanity, respected by brothers and he laughed in delight at their beauty. ~
And as the spiral begun turning, so did he.
Turning and laughing.
~The corruption bled his legion as he saw himself, convinced by those he trusted most to turn. To turn against those he had fought along side, to turn against his oaths, forever to be broken. Memories lost to millennia of ecstasy were given back, memories wantonly sold away.~
The veil of freedom pulled back, for him to look behind and he laughed in growing horror.
Millennia of slaughter, of betrayal, of archiving nothing but following a plan laid out for him. None of them would leave the mark on the galaxy which they had desired most.
All was spinning and they were laughing together.
His feet not much more than bloody stumps anymore, spinning his flexing body in a puddle of blood. Was it his? Why should it matter?
He was shown his vision of a different future, one his soul had always longed for but had been denied for all eternity. One without betrayal, without the laughter. Tears mixed with blood as his vocal cords attempted to form laughter, his vision, blurred since the beginning, was vanishing. Just as the last remnants of his vision left him he fell and was raised up.
His second and third mouth that had just formed on his hand and shoulder began laughing in pain as his form changed. The despair in his mind overtook him, robbing him of his once perfected form, changing him to something he truly saw himself as, something he had always been for the one who held his soul. They all laughed together as he still tried to follow the form of the spiral, twisting and writhing in the caressing, burning grip as his muscles bulged outwards, his skin ripping, blood gushing and tears becoming indistinguishable from every other substance he was now leaking. The last image before his eyes, the disappointed look of one, once called father. His head split apart, newly formed claws, digging purple eyes out of the mountain of flesh and feeding one, two mouths as they wailed their laughter. The sound now more akin to a bone shattering scream but to those who heard it intoned their laughter, delighted. The form holding the mass writhed in pleasure as they absorbed the pain, the pure despair of this soul. Smiling as their spawn attempted to get away from them, they held it even closer.
your insincerity of the past is forgiven
for you have entertained me now
so go forth
my child of despair
The spawn, finally let go, fled. There was no mind there anymore, just the twisted and distorted form of a soul.
It fled the domain it had spend so long attempting to get into, away, just away. Though it did not know, could know nothing anymore, that there it had been…. somewhat safe. It stopped laughing, it’s soul being plucked at by another, and another and more came as it stopped spinning. Now unprotected, ripped into by those never able to have a soul, jet cursed to have a form in the formless nonetheless. Ripping and feasting, so long until there was nothing to feast on.
…there was no soul there anymore, perhaps a faint imprint, soon to fade, of a once brightly burning soul, but now… it was no more.
Many had watched the spectacle and were delighted, pleasured, pained, horrified
Though they did notice yet,
that they too were laughing,
laughing and following the spiral…