ch 5
let me get this straight right off the bat. i've seen a lot of strange thing sin this universe. women who weren't women, hokey religions and ghost ships. hell i once invaded a haunted planet. nothing compares to the jaduriin and their beliefs. except maybe what was happening to me since that crum sucking sunnuvabitch hired me to guide him through the wastes.
i sat cross legged in the cramped and utterly primitive by ancient standards cell, compeltely still, my mind empty. there was no need to dwell on my situation ,the events that led to it, or what the future held. a great philospher once said, "shit happens". my saviour and my destroyer lay huddled in on herself away from me as well as myself completely naked in the cell opposite mine. i paid her no attention. it had been an unremarkable 2 days and a few hours since i had regained conciousness. what made this moment more worthy of noting than any other is that it is this particular moment when the priest entered teh scene. an obviously very pious man by his taut hard face, his robes were worthy of an aritocrat or system baron's court. he turned and faced me, his ornate spear clackin loudly on the stone floor.
"what has brought you to us imposter? what foul scheme against the emperor? what mad blasphemy has drawn you into our humble home? stand when i speak to you boy!" he drew me up on to my feet with a gesture, against my will. the power was a terrible thing. "yes, well, that is better then. what is it then boy? perhaps you will find some mercy if not for yoruself than that wretch who spirited you here. hmmm? do you know what kind of hell awaits you and her? the endless torment of inferno and sin? you can spare her that, if not yourself, bound forever even past death with no escape, not fromt eh unbearable pain, not from the madness, and even the madness is no relief from any of it."
that strange feelings gripped between my eyeballs as he spoke ever more horrible things meant to terrify me into submission. despite the fact they would know everythign they wished to and more once they had me in teh machine, they liked to be submitted to. whatever was making me itch beneath my fingernails, in the back of my skull, in my teeth, hwoever, did not like the idea of ever lasting imprisonment, for as the priest spoke the feeling grew stronger. until. until i opened my mouth against my will and spoke in a voice not my own, loud and dull and rebounding and in a chilling language even more foul than the dregs'. it was the last thing the priest heard as his eyes seemed to melt in their sockets and his skin turned black. his clothing however was untouched, which is why when moments later a hole metled through the cell bars i began stripping him and donning them for myself. another hole presented itself in the cell bars holding the girl who had unwittingly brought me to my until quite recently certain doom, and so i hadned her his cloack to cover herself and bid her follow. if i was goign to get off this rock, i would need some help, in addition to that granted by the dead preist's ornate spear. it would taste blood this day.
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