He had walked the endless shore for days?,Weeks? Centuries?
Time had no hold there, it was less than a joke to the Neverborn and things that had once been human. He remembered a battle, and when his mind wandered he could see his killers avatar in the blood of the sea. Perhaps it was a reminder that he was bested, perhaps the reverberation of the loss had shifted something fundamentally in the eternal tides.
He would continue to walk, the foolish or the insane would challenge him and he would strike them down. They screamed as he tore them apart even as the sea of souls pushed what remained beyond the endless horizon. Perhaps he would have found it amusing at one point, now it had simply become a chore. They were flawed monsters, creatures born of murder and war but ultimately lacking some intrinsic quality that would make them a challenge. Those washed ashore however.....those he looked forward to seeing.
Some asked where they were, others had already been damned in their lives and understood where fate had deposited them. They knew no rest, death was a non-entity on the shoreline. Some he recognized, warriors that had fought along side him in the Crusade and the war for freedom from the Corpse God which followed. Some were warriors who had fought for the Imperium, confused at their ultimate destination they would lash out. All died in the end, and then the cycle would repeat itself.
He wondered why he was the only constant in a realm that resisted even the notion of order. It was not punishment, it was simply the way of existence. He had been here before, in his dreams and in the times when he had been bested, but never for this long. He felt it though, eternal eyes set upon his form, he knew their source but had never given a thought to looking up.
He would continue to walk, the foolish or the insane would challenge him and he would strike them down. They screamed as he tore them apart even as the sea of souls pushed what remained beyond the endless horizon. Perhaps he would have found it amusing at one point, now it had simply become a chore. They were flawed monsters, creatures born of murder and war but ultimately lacking some intrinsic quality that would make them a challenge. Those washed ashore however.....those he looked forward to seeing.
Some asked where they were, others had already been damned in their lives and understood where fate had deposited them. They knew no rest, death was a non-entity on the shoreline. Some he recognized, warriors that had fought along side him in the Crusade and the war for freedom from the Corpse God which followed. Some were warriors who had fought for the Imperium, confused at their ultimate destination they would lash out. All died in the end, and then the cycle would repeat itself.
He wondered why he was the only constant in a realm that resisted even the notion of order. It was not punishment, it was simply the way of existence. He had been here before, in his dreams and in the times when he had been bested, but never for this long. He felt it though, eternal eyes set upon his form, he knew their source but had never given a thought to looking up.
On some instinctual level he knew that to gaze upon the Lord of Murder would be to end his reprieve from the pain. In this realm at this time he was still Kharn of the World Eaters, no nails singing in the back of his ruined skull, no loss of self, here he merely existed.
It was all a lie though, the best lies are those that the weak would tell to themselves, to seek comfort away from reality. Kharn had been many things in his existence but weak was never one of them.
It was all a lie though, the best lies are those that the weak would tell to themselves, to seek comfort away from reality. Kharn had been many things in his existence but weak was never one of them.
"I leave behind the sea of blood for an ocean of it among the stars...."he smiled as he spoke those words and looked into the shadow which towered over all. In an instant of searing pain he gazed upon the form of the Blood God......and the Blood God gazed back.
Eternals had no need to communicate with lesser creatures, their Daemons and worshippers fulfilled those tasks. The Master of the Skull throne smiled, in that instant Kharn saw reality shatter before him. He witnessed the first murder ever committed by a sentient creature, he saw war as an eternal cycle every conflict that ever was and ever would be. Only in bloodshed was true clarity granted. He saw himself battling creatures that had yet to evolve, things that would not even remember humanity as he knew it. He understood that the one truth of the universe was that there would always be war.
Kharn screamed as he awoke from the false death which had claimed him. A smile crossed his lips.
Eternals had no need to communicate with lesser creatures, their Daemons and worshippers fulfilled those tasks. The Master of the Skull throne smiled, in that instant Kharn saw reality shatter before him. He witnessed the first murder ever committed by a sentient creature, he saw war as an eternal cycle every conflict that ever was and ever would be. Only in bloodshed was true clarity granted. He saw himself battling creatures that had yet to evolve, things that would not even remember humanity as he knew it. He understood that the one truth of the universe was that there would always be war.
Kharn screamed as he awoke from the false death which had claimed him. A smile crossed his lips.
"There is no end to it, there is merely a different stage".
Until next time, have nice day...
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