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God-Emperor Of Mankind

by fat-elf

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doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

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Hiatus Notice

Tomorrow is the big move. I probably won't be on pretty much at all and into tomorrow and Friday as I get moved and settled in. When things get less crazy and I settle into a routine I may be on here more regularly.

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Blood for the Emperor, Skulls for the Golden Throne.

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"I return simply because I wished to. There has been many things, much destruction, that has summoned me from the depths. I wish to revel in it, to partake in it. To cause it."

He laughs at Neoth's disgust with him. "Now, now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy the destruction we wrought. Not even a little?"

“There’s another shard of me?”

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"Why yes, there is," Atlas said with a sinister smile. "Though I don't think the other shards of us like me very much."

There was a very obvious reason and the cruelty shard was well aware of it. Not that he cared.

“There’s another shard of me?”

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"No need of me?" Atlas said with a smile, his head tilting slightly to the side. "I would say you do need me and more. Do you think you can make it through this alone? The toll it will take on you if you do not harden your heart? This is such a great loss, is it not? Our beloved Terra is gone."

He may have been part of Kusig once, a long time ago before he was cast aside, but it still brought him pleasure to see his former self suffering from this colossal tragedy.

"So it would seem I am faced with myself, hm?" Atlas said, eyeing his counterpart. ((@atlas-bound))

The ancient knew this shard, this black-hearted beast. This was the portion of his soul that he hated the most. This was the monster that lived within him, that spurred him towards his worst impulses. This was the creature who delighted in suffering, in the pain and torment of trillions. That was why Kusig Alad, Emperor of Mankind, had cast him out And now, here, at his lowest moment, as he laid within the blackened crater where once stood his Palace and all his hopes and dreams, the monster had found him again. "Begone! I've no need of you!" @atlas-bound

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"Begone, you gilded Archaeosaur. I have no father."

@ave-dominus-nostramos

Atlas laughed at that. "I have no need for a traitor of a son anyway."

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Atlas couldn't feel the anger and curses that were aimed at him by Aurelius. His annoyance and impatience at his sons blinded him from such a thing. The psychic waves he was radiating were too strong to feel anything pushing back against the current.

When the sons both said their piece, the pressure was gone. Father seemed satisfied with that answer. Now it felt like Roboute could breathe again, though the pain in his head hadn't vanished.

With just enough force to jar the larger son, he moved his to the side, still holding the helm. Just enough force to pull at the bolts on one side of his neck and dig in the others on the opposite. And then he dropped Aurelius, his gaze still fixed on Guilliman. Atlas gave him a gentle smile, one that did not reach his eyes. It was one of false warmth to make it seem as his anger was quelled.

Both of his large hands cupped his son's face, a thumb rubbing gently over his cheekbone. The feigned gentleness would disturb anyone else, but there was a more subtle psychic force he was using now. One to soothe and compel his younger son to speak.

"See now? That wasn't hard," his voice sweet with poisoned honey. "That was all I needed from you, my beloved son. Your brother was making this much harder than it needed to be. Now, I'll ask you one more time, to tell me the truth."

Roboute could feel the different forces in his mind. It was hazy from the odd warmth that emanated from his father's hands, calming the headache. But he could feel something underneath that, prodding around, looking for something. And yet there was another still. He knew the link between himself and Aurelius well. His brother was trying to shield him even in the tortured state on the floor.

"I told him that we can't reason with the Xenos. I've begged him to understand that AI will only further harm us like they have before. Time and time again I've reprimanded his misplaced faith. He knows how much I'm against his ideals." Guilliman was lying through his teeth, but his brother's shield kept him from being found out.

"Are you lying to me?" Atlas asked, though he could sense no deception in his son's words.

"No, father. I could never lie to you."

"Good. See? Simple. No one needed to get hurt." Another gesture of fake parental affection; a kiss placed on top of his son's golden hair. When he moved back he saw the way Roboute kept looking at Aurelius.

"You may tend to your... brother," his tone flat. His hands pulled away, coming to rest at his sides. "I will not stop you. I must be going now. I have other things to attend to."

Blue eyes watched, waiting for Atlas to leave. Once father was gone, he dropped down beside his brother, removing a cloth from his armor and reaching out to clean the blood that was dripping down from the fresh wounds.

"Why did you do it?" Roboute asked, trying to keep his voice even. "Why protect me like that? It just got you hurt."

There was a flare of light in Atlas's golden eyes. The fires of rage had been stoked and it was already roaring out of control. His arm lashed out and grabbed Aurelius by his helm before he could say another word on the matter. It did not take much of his considerable strength to physically lift his son off the ground by his bolted in helmet.

"SILENCE!"

A wave of suppressive psychic energy crashed out from him. While it would have little effect on the psychic subterfuge that Aurelius was using, it would inflict pain on both of the brothers. It would be enough to get over his second son's resistance, as he was almost as powerful a Psyker as himself or Malcador. His thirteenth son, however, didn't have even a fraction of that defense. Behind Aurelius there was an audible gasp of pain.

It felt like he was being pressed down upon from above. Slowly he started to feel himself hunch over from the pressure. His hands pressed to his head as he tried to push back against it. Roboute didn't have the active abilities of some of his brothers, unable to psychically fight against it. It hurt.

It was almost like a migraine had suddenly gripped him. His father was using more than just a show of force. He was trying to force them into talking, regardless of damage it caused.

Roboute took a few steps to the side to move out from behind Aurelius. "H-He's right, father. I've t-told him before not to-" He paused, inhaling a breath with a sharp hiss as more pain radiated through his head. "Not to turn back to The Age of Strife. The Dark Age of Technology is n-not worth drawing from. I've warned him about h-his-" Another gasp.

"Please stop. It hurts."

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The Weight of the World

As the God-Emperor of mankind sits up on the Golden Throne, His mind has fractured into many pieces. Some show His dignity and authority as a ruler. Some show the eldritch horrors of His amalgamate consciousness. Some even show the warmth and light of His humanity and love for His sons. This shard however, is none of these.

Atlas is the cruelty harbored within The God-Emperor. He is the part of Him that delights in the death and annihilation of Xenos. He is the part that will get His way and obedience from others by whatever means necessary. He will relish in the suffering of others, even if they are His own sons.

This is an independent RP side blog for the cruelty shard of the God Emperor of Mankind.

WARNING: There will be various themes of violence, manipulation, abuse (physical, mental, emotional, psychic), possible torture, and other related triggers. If you are not okay with any of the mentioned above, for your own comfort, please do not interact. I will do my very best to tag triggers appropriately. Since these are heavy topics, I will likely not initiate things unless previously discussed between muns. That being said, as they are heavy topics, I will sometimes need breaks as long as a few days in between long periods of writing this character. I may love writing evil and/or irredeemable muses from time to time, I am normally a very empathetic person and find that writing such muses will exhaust me. So I do ask that you be patient with me.

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((apologies but i gotta get to sleep. I will try doing more here tomorrow. but i can't say for certain if I will. I can only write being mean and manipulative and awful for so long lkfgjhkgh))

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"What is the matter, my son?" he asked, taking a large step forward that closed the distance between them. One hand grabbed his son's wrist to keep his weapon at his side. That wouldn't do. Such an unnecessary measure. The other hand cupped the side of Roboute's face.

"My boy, why do you cower from me?" His hand and voice are warm and gentle. But the tense undertone was still there. The intimidation was still present. "I simply wanted to say hello to my precious son. I know you haven't been well of late. I was worried. But you seem to still have your fighting spirit."

He slowly let go and moved back. "But if you have other pressing matters to attend to, please do not let me stop you."

His golden eyes never left him.

( @tired-space-politician ) "Oh stars no not more of you! What fragment are you?!" Roboute is confused and somewhat horrified.

There is a smile that comes to his face. It's not a kind smile. Something about the Emperor's face and demeanor don't match.

"Hello, Roboute," Atlas says. There's something off in his tone. His tone is familial and warm but something else is there. Something unsettling. It's almost akin to a predator waiting to strike its prey.

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"You, again?"

The Eleventh rolled her eyes.

"Come to beg for my help once more?"

-@tlatia-the-radiant

Atlas laughed, clearly amused with the idea that she thought he was purposely seeking her out. It was a ridiculous notion.

"And what, daughter dearest, makes you think I was looking for you?" The insincerity in his voice was evident. "You abandoned me and your brothers. Do you really think I would chase after you?"

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( @tired-space-politician ) "Oh stars no not more of you! What fragment are you?!" Roboute is confused and somewhat horrified.

There is a smile that comes to his face. It's not a kind smile. Something about the Emperor's face and demeanor don't match.

"Hello, Roboute," Atlas says. There's something off in his tone. His tone is familial and warm but something else is there. Something unsettling. It's almost akin to a predator waiting to strike its prey.