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The Aspiring Sorcerer by eightball6219 The Aspiring Sorcerer by eightball6219
Throughout the day Carmen had felt that the day had not seemed. The wind blew, but the sound seemed different and out of the ordinary. Local wildlife had made a point to steer clear as if they knew of something to happen and through out the day she kept hearing a voice call, but in language unheard of or at least to her. But with her companion still away and left to take care of her children she did not speak or show any attention to it as not to alarm them (especially after explain the recent activities in a nearby field of freak fire and lightning strikes, the sound of gunshots and the precense of a bloody machete left nearby). The day progressed as in the normal fashion as they have before.

The clock stuck midnight and the house was still, but not in the usual conforting way. The foundation made no noise as if to keep it's mouth shut so something would not notice it. The very air itself seemed to dull any noise made (her own footsteps sounded like she was walking in slippers through cotton). Most alarming, the voice still sounded and louder as the hours passed.

The clock struck one and the lights went off. Not just the electricity, but in her surrounding area as if they were blocked off. No stars shown, but the moon glowed a sinister blue and the normal man on the moon formed more of an eye from an Egyptian glyph. The voice now called for her. She did not want to go to it, but her feet moved. A light glowed from the hallway closet as blue and sinister as the moon with an energy that pulsated through her, almost corrupting her. It felt tainted and gave her flashes of some past or future of turmoil and deciet. She stood but a foot from the door and reached for it. The energy pulled her to it, but then the knob caught fire...glowing the same blue and white hot, but no heat came from it, but chill that penetrated her to the bone.

The door opened. Out of the energy a towering figure walked through. At least 10 feet tall and wearing some kind of full armor that looked far advanced, but had markings resembling glyphs of Egypt. The energy pulsed greater from it as it was the source. The eyes on it's helm glowed deep blue, but through the glass she could feel nothing was there. It was hollow. A souless being of immense power trapped within the armor of its past. It spoke through the wind and she could at that time make out three words: "Tzeentch" and "Thousand Sons".

The corruption grew and she wanted to run, but couldn't. Her body was frozen. Creature spoke...spoke of a soul, her soul. To bring it back for its dark lord...no its dark god. It spoke that she too would be come hollow and eternal. Become a powerful agent of Chaos as her children would. The powers of Chaos surrounded her and she felt like she was draining. The thing began to take her soul. She wanted to fight, tried her hardest, but had no clue.

Just when the ritual was complete another voice spoke. It was warming and empowering: telling her to hold fast and stand your ground. She had to outlast it for a little more. She felt another energy penetrate her being that grasped her soul as if someone had tethered a steel cable to it to stop it from leaving. The voice grew louder and started some kind of a chant to the dark being. Chants that sounded from a medival church, but angry and driven. The being was weaking till the clock struck seven and the sun rose breaking the being's control.

As it accended back in the void, it did not seem angry, but smug. "All has gone according to plan. We shall see you soon again and those closest, both your partner and protector. The powers of the Warp are all around you and those you come in contact with".

The world returned to normal, but with the sudden return of her being and the events that happened she broke down crying. The warming voice sounded to her, not understanding what it said she got a feeling of confidence that it was still with her. It spoke one more time before going silent to assure her of her safety and utter the sentence "No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear".

The character of Carmen is Miss Boots own ([link]) and the being in the picture is a fallen warrior called a Rubirc Marine (Aspiring Sorcerer)-a personnal soldier/slave to the Dark God known as Tzeentch. Check 'em out if you have no idea who they are.
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Alexaia Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
All will fall before the might of Tzeentch! He Who Schemes will control all!
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:iconeightball6219:
eightball6219 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Professional General Artist
HERETIC
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:iconalexaia:
Alexaia Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Dearest brother, there's no need to be like that.
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eightball6219 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Professional General Artist
Eh, you're always on guard for it
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Danerboots Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
DAMN! This is good. It is really interesting! I wish to read more please!
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eightball6219 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Professional General Artist
Next one involves Karasu and the Doom Rider
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Danerboots Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Oo la la
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