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7/16/2025, 5:24:35 AM
[Destiny: The Darkness redux]
>FRATRICIDE: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95500563/#95508022
Strands tighten and slacken, like grasping limbs. Frayed nerves. Pulsating sphincters in time and space, that reach through all of human history, allegedly manipulating it to some grand design despite previous would-be puppetmasters finding it difficult to manipulate the paracausal to their will.
But now, there is conflict. Enmity. The Nine are at civil war, and so they beckon the Guardians to distant Kepler where their value can be made known There is, of course, one small snag.
Me.
"Welcome, all of you. My offspring|Lilim subspecies|weapons, the security concerns of the Gardener have finally exceeded this small system, and linear time" I speak across universes, and through one pours cosmic rime while through the other a multitude of emerald strandlings. A third slips through between her sisters, her presence felt only by the intensity of Deepsight around her. All of them are vast, churning cyclones of Light and Darkness rendered Prismatic in which faces and hands and limbs form stable geometric orbits-and tether a great expanse of dark matter that follows through with them.
"Then why only us?" asks the Weaver, basking in the ecstasy of small minds looking upwards in fear and uncertainty. "Why not usher in ALL our kin?"
"She would prefer I not" I say even as the great orb of the Traveller stares at the new arrivals in grave concern.
"Then this is a reconnaissance mission. A period of observation" says the Oracle, broadening her gaze across possibilities and inevitabilities. The Nine of course, cannot help but sense our observation. The Nine react in the only logical way.
Horrified screaming.
"And if what we see displeases" says the Sculptress, "we will use the old ways"
It's understandable. It's not every day you a corpse animated by parasites wandering around.
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>FRATRICIDE: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95500563/#95508022
Strands tighten and slacken, like grasping limbs. Frayed nerves. Pulsating sphincters in time and space, that reach through all of human history, allegedly manipulating it to some grand design despite previous would-be puppetmasters finding it difficult to manipulate the paracausal to their will.
But now, there is conflict. Enmity. The Nine are at civil war, and so they beckon the Guardians to distant Kepler where their value can be made known There is, of course, one small snag.
Me.
"Welcome, all of you. My offspring|Lilim subspecies|weapons, the security concerns of the Gardener have finally exceeded this small system, and linear time" I speak across universes, and through one pours cosmic rime while through the other a multitude of emerald strandlings. A third slips through between her sisters, her presence felt only by the intensity of Deepsight around her. All of them are vast, churning cyclones of Light and Darkness rendered Prismatic in which faces and hands and limbs form stable geometric orbits-and tether a great expanse of dark matter that follows through with them.
"Then why only us?" asks the Weaver, basking in the ecstasy of small minds looking upwards in fear and uncertainty. "Why not usher in ALL our kin?"
"She would prefer I not" I say even as the great orb of the Traveller stares at the new arrivals in grave concern.
"Then this is a reconnaissance mission. A period of observation" says the Oracle, broadening her gaze across possibilities and inevitabilities. The Nine of course, cannot help but sense our observation. The Nine react in the only logical way.
Horrified screaming.
"And if what we see displeases" says the Sculptress, "we will use the old ways"
It's understandable. It's not every day you a corpse animated by parasites wandering around.
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7/11/2025, 12:57:06 AM
>>96058045
"I wish a nigga would"
Aimed directly at the next god/demon I am about to inflict a fate worse than death on.
>>96058406
Nothing. Why bother? An king who is also a massive faggot remains a king, while a bad actor who has proven himself willing to challenge the establishment has alienated himself from all those with any kind of diplomatic relations with me. I'm simply going to do nothing and let realpolitik eat the poor bugger alive.
Well, that and luck perks.
"I wish a nigga would"
Aimed directly at the next god/demon I am about to inflict a fate worse than death on.
>>96058406
Nothing. Why bother? An king who is also a massive faggot remains a king, while a bad actor who has proven himself willing to challenge the establishment has alienated himself from all those with any kind of diplomatic relations with me. I'm simply going to do nothing and let realpolitik eat the poor bugger alive.
Well, that and luck perks.
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