Pov Div
"Where the fuck am I?! HELLOOOOOOO?! ASSHOLES?! HELLOOOOOOOOOO!"
My voice echoes endlessly, bouncing off the smooth, sterile walls of the white room that surrounds me. There's no response. Great. The silence here is loud, almost mocking, as if the gets off in ignoring my shouts. Well, fuck me sideways because I don't even have a body anymore! All I can remember is that damn sword piercing through my neck. One moment, there was searing pain, and then. bam! Here I am. A head inside a box, trapped in this box, sitting on a platform.
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Do heads seat or lay? I'm a I laying in here or seating here?! I mean my body IS a head now so I am seating technically right? ... so many questions and no answers. Man this sucks ass.
ANYWAY!
The platform itself is metallic and cold as fuck. Its surface has a strange texture that, makes me icky! Dude I'm being tortured here even befor im asked questions! But im smarter then that, If I could just push myself with my little nerves sticking out of under me, maybe I could jump off! But no… it's not working. It's going to take more time to figure this out. Time that, judging by the ominous hum in the air, I might not have... Hmm yes it's ominous alright.
And then, a voice cuts through the silence of my pretty white room.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Div."
I freeze. His voice is creepy as fuck! If i had body hair right now it would be up. Standing in front of me is a guy I've never seen before. His appearance is cool against the background of the white room. He's dressed in a black suit that absorb the light around him. But it's his eyes that gaves me the chills the most, pitch black and devoid of any humanity.
"Who the fuck are you? How did you even get here?!" I don't feel comfortable with this guy something is off about him. Did he teleport in here? How did he even get here?! What kind of freak is he?
"What harsh words for our first meeting, Mr. Div" he replies, his tone annoyingly calm. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zahak, head of the IRGC Intelligence Organization. But you may simply call me Zahak."
The smugness in his voice is messing with mr. He's amused. Why wouldn't he? I'm literally a head in a box. And IRGC? What the hell is that? More importantly, why does he look so damn pleased with himself?!
"Look, Zahak, or whoever you are, can you just let me go? I even let you all live! That's more kindness than a xenos deserves."
I'm giving him a fair deal here. Sure, he and everyone else would end up as slaves, but serving the God-Emperor is the greatest honor anyone could hope for. He should be grateful.
"What an interesting proposal" fucker sounded more amused, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "But I must decline. Instead, I have a counteroffer."
Oh, here we go. "Yeah, whatever." He's fucking dead.
"Have you ever considered becoming a god?"
Wait, what?
"What the fuck are you talking about? There is only one God, and that-"
"A corpse cannot rule humanity," he sounds condescending. You are the only human capable of truly ruling this universe. Think about it. With your ability to absorb souls, you could be a god among gods. I can help you achieve this. I can deliver every soul on this planet to you and guide you to even greater power."
That sounds fucking insane and all but Did he… just call the Emperor a corpse?
"How dare you… HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF THE GOD-EMPEROR LIKE THAT, YOU FUCKING XENO-"
A few seconds takes before I take control, this guy is bad news.
"... you want me to be a god?"
Damn it. I hate that side of me. Always turning his head off when the emperor comes on.
"Ah, a personality disorder. Fascinating," Zahak observes me, his black eyes gleaming with something that looks like amusement. "I couldn't tell because of the souls you've consumed. But yes, I want you to become a god, and I can help you achieve it."
This guy is definitely a psyker. A sorcerer, at that. I've dealt with their kind before. Dangerous and manipulative. But why would he want this?
"Why would you want me to be a god? Aren't you already serving one? Let me guess, Tzeentch? You fit the bill."
"Astute and perceptive, Yes, I serve Tzeentch. But that can change. You have the potential to surpass them all. Just imagine the power you could wield in the Warp. You could consume every soul, invade realspace, and obliterate everything with a mere thought."
His enthusiasm is almost scary. It's like he doesn't even consider the possibility of me rejecting him.
"And what do you want in return?"
"All I ask is to be your loyal servant and right hand. Now, do you accept?"
Ambitious, cunning, and dangerously persuasive. He knows his limits. But there's one problem.
"I don't want to be a god."
"What?"
"There's no such thing as a god, Zahak. If gods were real, none of this would exist. They didn't create us, nor did they create the universe. I refuse to call myself a god, like those demons sitting on their thrones, looking down on us. I'm not that egotistical. What I want is to see them crumble into nothingness. To make the Warp mine and transform it into a paradise. To strip realspace of life and create a true haven for all souls."
Silence hangs between us, its thick and suffocating.
And then…
"Pfft… hahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Zahak bursts into laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard! You think you're the good guy? You think slaughtering all life and hoarding souls will create a paradise? What a joke! I thought you were smart, but you're just a hypocrite."
"I don't destroy the souls i absorb, you should know by looking at my souls, they exist still in there! You know this could be possible-"
I try to interrupt, but his smile vanishes. His face is now cold, emotionless. It's a face I've seen on commissars, thehe kind that sends men to their deaths without hesitation.
"Do you think I don't know?, i know you don't destroy the souls you absorb. I know you think you're sheltering them. But it's all fake. A fake world, fake happiness. You're no better than the demons you despise. But I've seen your kind before, and I know reasoning won't stop you."
He places a hand on my head. His touch is cold.
"And besides… you know nothing about the Warp, kid."
That was the last thing before everything went dark.
Zahak POV
I had hoped to find an ally on this planet. I was wrong. What I found was a fool with the power of a god, a literal god, who refuses to use it for anything worthwhile. Instead, he dreams of a twisted, fake paradise.
Pathetic.
There's no such thing as paradise, and there never will be.
His delusions of killing all life anger me most. Does he even understand how the Warp is formed? Of course not. What should I expect from a lowlife?
I ensure he won't wake up for now. I blow his brains out and grow needles crafted from his own bones into his skull. This should keep his brain from functioning properly. It'll also allow me to drain every soul from him. I won't risk using him as a battery. he's too powerful for that. No, the sooner he dies, the better.
Then, the ground shakes.
"What the-"
An explosion rattles the facility. I open a portal to my office and step through, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight.
"Good evening, Mr. Zahak."
I glare. "So you've decided to show your true colors."
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S-1 slammed E-1 into the wall with a resounding thud.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!" S-1 shouted, his voice full with hate and anger. His eyes were wild, burning with anger.
"What~? I have no idea what you're-" Before E-1 could finish, S-1's fist connected squarely with his face. The impact echoed through the room, but instead of feeling flesh, S-1's knuckles met E-1's metallic skeleton. It was like punching solid steel.
"Ouch." E-1 muttered."OK, OK, I know what-"
Another punch. And another. And yet another.
"You're ruining my face! I think you should stop now." E-1 said nonchalantly, grabbing S-1's fists before he could land another blow. His grip was firm but calculated, ensuring no further damage would be done,to himself, at least.
S-1 stepped back, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. "*Hemmm Phooo.* Why did you do that, E-1? Just for some fucking data?" he asked, his voice now lower but still simmering with anger.
E-1 brushed off his now-dented cheekplate and shrugged. "You should understand, S-1, that what I did was necessary. Our enemy possesses power beyond anything we've encountered. To defeat something that can survive everything we throw at it, we need information, data on its next moves, the extent of its abilities."
"But you could've done that without innocent people being killed! The plan was to lure him inside his own house. But you? You brought him outside! There were so many other ways to do this, but YOU-"
"I simply chose the path that yielded the best outcome with the most data." E-1 interrupted coldly. "And it worked. Look at the bright side: now we know the weak points of our enemy. If he escapes, we have a way to track him without relying on V-1. Think of the lives and resources we'll save because of this."
S-1's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. He stood there, staring daggers at E-1, before finally letting his hands drop to his sides. But not before throwing one last punch, striking E-1's face again.
"Ouch." E-1 said flatly, unflinching. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy this."
"Even after all these years," S-1 muttered, "I still hate your bullshit reasoning for everything."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
S-1's eyes narrowed. "Remember, E-1, I still haven't forgotten my promise. If you endanger another innocent life with your plans, I will kill you."
"I know, I know. It's the second strike, right? I still have one left."
"I'm not joking this time, E-1. I-"
A sudden tremor shook the room, cutting S-1 off mid-sentence. Both men froze, their instincts kicking in.
"An attack?" S-1 asked, his voice sharp and alert.
"Definitely." E-1 replied, already scanning the room.
"Where is—AAAAAAAA!" S-1's scream pierced the air as he spun around, startled by A-1's sudden appearance right beside him.
"Hi." A-1 said, his voice flat and emotionless.
"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?!" S-1 shouted, his heart racing.
"Oh, he was over there the entire time." E-1 said, gesturing nonchalantly to the corner of the workshop, where a worn, slightly odd-looking chair sat.
"Why was he sitting on that thing? And WHY do you even have a chair a cuck chair here?!"
"What's a cuck chair?" A-1 asked innocently, tilting his head like a curious child.
"Uh… well, you see, A-1, when a mom and a cuck-"
"Shut it and look at this." E-1 interrupted urgently, redirecting their attention to the screen in front of him.
"Wait… you have a webcam in Zahak's office?!" S-1 exclaimed.
"Shut up and watch." E-1 said, his tone commanding.
The three of them fell silent, their eyes glued to the screen. On it, the chaotic scene inside Zahak's office unfolded. Papers were scattered, and smoke curled in the air. Zahak stood calmly, facing off against an unknown figure. The tension was palpable, even through the grainy feed.
"Is that…" S-1 started, his voice trailing off as realization dawned on him.