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6/15/2025, 3:14:54 AM
Another thread, another installment of the tale of the Techpriestess. Continued from >>95872076
>The daemon did not see as mortals see, but perceived the world through the light cast by the souls of living. The cruiser's labyrinthine decks and bulkheads were as glass to his omniscient gaze, and far above, the Navigator's soul blazed like a star within her sanctum. Oh, how he wished to feast upon her life, yet that was not what he had come for. Here and there, little sparks of light revealed the dim souls of servitors, half-alive and half-dead, yet neither were they his goal. The daemon knew that what he sought lay below, in what must have been the engineering decks, where a hideous darkness smothered the soul-light around it, almost obscuring even the searing energies of the warp drive itself.
>Drifting down from one deck to the next, the daemon at last reached his goal amidst the shadow-shrouded depths of the cruiser. He was, of course, standing before Salafié, but what he saw was not the elegant Priestess with her crimson robes and gleaming bionics. Instead, the daemon gazed upon a faded, tattered wraith, dimmer even than the lifeless metal of the walls around her, shot though with lines of ultimate blackness that traced out the veins and arteries of a circulatory system, nerves, a skeleton, all of it a seething mass of nanomachines, techno-arcana from Mankind's darkest age blasphemously fused to Necrontyr liquid metal that seemed to drink in the light of what had once been a human soul. To even look upon this thing stung the daemon's eyes, and he wondered for a moment if the woman even knew what she had done to herself.
>As loathsome as the Techpriestess was in the daemon's sight, it was all the worse to her. For Salafié had never before seen a daemon, at least not in its true form, and as the Lord of Change stalked towards her, at once lizard and bird and man, she recoiled in horror from the doom that had surely befallen her.
>The daemon did not see as mortals see, but perceived the world through the light cast by the souls of living. The cruiser's labyrinthine decks and bulkheads were as glass to his omniscient gaze, and far above, the Navigator's soul blazed like a star within her sanctum. Oh, how he wished to feast upon her life, yet that was not what he had come for. Here and there, little sparks of light revealed the dim souls of servitors, half-alive and half-dead, yet neither were they his goal. The daemon knew that what he sought lay below, in what must have been the engineering decks, where a hideous darkness smothered the soul-light around it, almost obscuring even the searing energies of the warp drive itself.
>Drifting down from one deck to the next, the daemon at last reached his goal amidst the shadow-shrouded depths of the cruiser. He was, of course, standing before Salafié, but what he saw was not the elegant Priestess with her crimson robes and gleaming bionics. Instead, the daemon gazed upon a faded, tattered wraith, dimmer even than the lifeless metal of the walls around her, shot though with lines of ultimate blackness that traced out the veins and arteries of a circulatory system, nerves, a skeleton, all of it a seething mass of nanomachines, techno-arcana from Mankind's darkest age blasphemously fused to Necrontyr liquid metal that seemed to drink in the light of what had once been a human soul. To even look upon this thing stung the daemon's eyes, and he wondered for a moment if the woman even knew what she had done to herself.
>As loathsome as the Techpriestess was in the daemon's sight, it was all the worse to her. For Salafié had never before seen a daemon, at least not in its true form, and as the Lord of Change stalked towards her, at once lizard and bird and man, she recoiled in horror from the doom that had surely befallen her.
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