Ahmed

Nobody does it alone Jack

“It seems,” he said, “that every gift I give is carved from my own flesh, and by every wound and every scar upon my body, I map the passage of my loves.” Remembered draconus

Should’ve never finished unholy consult. I CANT READ SHIT GODDAMITTTT

“this he would remember, that his burning would not pass through him, would not fall away into the black-of-black, but would dwell forever as another horror, so welding him to who he had been.”

“He has wondered whether death would be beautiful. He has wondered how the end of memory would appear at memory’s end. He has wondered what it means to so outrun glory as to become blind to disgrace. It seems proper that these screeching animals show him.”

“For the first time he realizes he has never understood Men, the way they toil against the yoke of dwindling years. The way they do not so much fail as are betrayed.”

“You drink of the River and it is clear. You drink of the River and it is foul. You breathe of the Sky and it never empties. You weep, and the Sea stings your lips. Rejoice, and mourn, for you belong to this World. Heaven does not know you.”

“All Men wailed. All Men burned all the time. They need only die to realize it.”

Unholy consult What hell hath cooked For us. Obscenities heaped upon obscenities. Men fight the mirror of their ugliest desires and recoil at recognition. The gods are blind to their end. And eternal damnation is the only coin that men may barter with to save the world. 11/10.

Warhammer 40k one of the greatest worlds ever man. Thank you talos. Thank you night lords.

VOID STALKER. The night lords and their prophet retrace steps towards a long forgotten glory, salvation and meaning that transcends mere survival. Aping actions that ennobled them once in a corrupted, degraded mockery. The ghosts of redemption and the void stalk them. 10/10.

I hate the legion….

“They weren’t the Imperial Fists, to stand in gold beneath the burning sun and scream the names of their heroes to the uncaring sky. This was how the Eighth Legion fought, and how all sons of the sunless world should finally die – screaming their anger, alone, down in the dark.”

“A storm in flesh, with a rain of blades. She Who Stalks the Void.” Uzas ran his tongue across his teeth, tasting the acid on his gums. “The Storm of Silence.”

“Beacons in the night. The blade of light. The Emperor’s Will given shape. A trillion screaming souls. Every man and woman and child ever given to the Golden Throne’s soul engines, since the dawn of the One Empire. I see them. I hear them. I see the sound. I hear the light.”

“We can leave scars on steel, but so can any ragged pirate vessel with a battery of macro-cannons. We are the Eighth Legion. We wound flesh, steel and souls alike. We scar memories. We scar minds. Our actions must mean something, or we deserve to be forgotten” TAAAALOOOOSSSSS

“You are protected even in the darkness. Remember always, the Emperor knows all and sees all. Endure. Prosper.”