Tayzzyronth's most devoted continues THEIR will. They also reawaken the love of their life.
Reader is an emanator of propagation. Not proof read like nine hundred ish words.
No Tw except maybe this one being a bit odd.
A long sleep did wonders for your wounded body. While you had planned to sleep with your swarm for longer, but their cries as they descended upon your home woke you.
THEY WERE GONE. The echoing cries of the loss of the main hivemind had shuddered throughout the universe. Thus, when the swarm had gathered around your winged form, you decided to continue the goal. Gather all into the family so none may be lonely. It is what THEY would have wanted, for it is what THEY had decreed when you were made THEIR successor. Tayzzyronth's will would be completed in THEIR absence. Your love and absolute devotion demanded it.
The swarm gathered and propagated at a fast rate now that they had one to lead them. One to care and love them as Tayzzyronth had.
The first planet to fall had been a no name planet in a backwater system that none seemed to care for. But no longer, because you had claimed the planet and turned those upon it into one of the family. New members welcomed into the fold. No longer would they be unloved and lonely. That is Tayzzyronth's gift.
Many years passed and your family grew. Though some struggled against your will, all joined the family. Their souls and will laid bare before your power. Crafted to perfection by your loving hand, they became their truest selves. Soon, your goal became something else, something grander. Tayzzyronth was sealed, and you would free them. Since the death of DESTRUCTION, the universe was even more dangerous then it had been before. You needed the love of your life, THEY who you had devoted yourself to. THEY who held the power of propagation.
But as you expanded your family, the more the others began to see your threat. You gathered planets and followers faster with each one. It was only when they had seen that you had finally found your aeon did they finally go to war with the swarm. Sealed in amber, Tayzzyronth laid dormant, but not dead. The amber had weaken over the years, but it was still going to take time to break the hold that the Amber Lord had upon your lover.
You took you love deep into swarm territory, where none but your family could get them. As your swarm began to retreat closer and closer to the center of your home, you finally broke it. The amber finally cracked and broke beneath the combined might of the family. The aeon let out a screetch that seemed to echo through the universe. The hivemind grew frenzied at the revival of THEIR master. The aeon beaneath your fluttered their wings and began to regain control THEIR body.
They were weak from the amber and years of inactivity. You laid yourself atop of them, warm flesh and wings that were trying to shield them. Puppet arms wrapped around you and you felt recognition echo into your mind. Then, you felt need and hunger, as did the hive. The beetles and bugs swarmed THEIR creators, willing to sacrifice all if it meant helping them. You slid human-like hand beneath the chitin on THEIR body, sticking hands into parts that you knew sensitive. This was a ritual you had done plenty of times before, though never to this degree.
You felt power resonate within you and when asked, gave it up. Giving your mind and will up to your master, your power was given up and flowed into the sensitive flesh of your love. In turn you felt nothing but soul crushing love and satisfaction. As the swarm gave themselves to feed their master you knew they felt it too. You could do nothing but writhe in the puppet arms of your love as they finally fluttered upward with their wings. The ritual was becoming borderline painful, but you found yourself not caring as the feeling of love and joy seemed to overwhelm your mind. A chant of mine, mine, mine seemed to echo into the hivemind before your will and mind was finally returned to you.
THEY fluttered gently in the space you had set them in, the swarm coming in droves to meet the one they had only heard stories about. Tayzzyronth held you in puppet arms as you went entirely limp in THEIR grasp. THEY warped their form to hold you more gently as you lay exhausted and weak. Gripping onto the hivemind, THEY took catalog of the situation.
You had done wonderful trying to propagate into the universe, even with such drastic changes. Now it was time for you to rest. THEY had drained the majority of your power in order to balance THEIR own. The goal would be continued. Propagate and make the family grow by any means so that no being shall ever feel unloved and lonely again. The hivemind wanted directionin your absence, and THEY gave it to them. Propagate by any means necessary.
As THEIR children scattered into the universe, THEY turned back to you. You who has been so devoted. They shifted their form slightly so that you may be comfortable where you slept soundly. You would feed of THEIR power as they gained it and then you would wake to continue THEIR will. THEY seemed to take one last fond look upon your form before turning to other matters.
The universe had a long road ahead of them, and Tayzzyronth had to see to it.
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Aventurine's old friend happens to be a newly born Lord Ravager....
Tw for mentions of slavery, dehumanization of other people. I think that's it. Not proof read. roughly 2300 words.
"An avgin, ey? Quite the rarity yer auctioning off, sure ye want to?" It was dark in this cage and the metal was cold. There were more voices outside the curtain that covered your auction cage.
"Of course! This one is worth quite a bit! I've done well to keep it in pristine condition."
They would pay, everyone would pay. You would find a way out and annihilate everything that was involved in this scheme. Burning. The burning came next and then the gold.
"Arriving at-" You jerked awake from your place on the cramped ship. The thick cloak and the veil that covered your face shifted as you moved. The people huddled around eachother closely from the sheer cold of the refugee ship. Or you assumed it was cold, the faint feeling of burning inside kept you warm enough to not feel. You weaved your way through the crowd, making sure to leave small scratches on the rich folk sorrounding you. They assumed you a priest of some sort.
The planet these disgusting maggots had been on was destroyed, bent to your will and to the might of the legion and your hoarde.
"Ow! Something scratched me!"
You ignored the voices of the worthless and continued deftly weaving through the crowd to the exit. This planet was next in the chain and these maggots would rot it from the inside out. They would all pay with their lives. You would make sure they would pay their debts.
The planet's surface was lively, the concrete hellhole that these worms loved dearly revolted you. How dare they live in luxury and hoard the wealth that could help others? Most of those on the ship were so rich they hardly knew what to do with all the money. They abandoned all their servants and slaves in order to leave. They valued the lives of the poor no more then dirt, and thought themselves above all, even aeons. The forsaken had a new home with you, and it was there that they would find love.
This planet was a vital part of the southeastern trade routes for the IPC, and such a loss would cripple this sector of trading. It would also bleed into the other sectors with the loss of raw minerals needed for technology. A blow that would surely bring some joy to the other emanators. Well, the ones that were active, at least. Phantylia would at least have amusement as the maggots began to go insane and turn against eachother.
You paused from your planning and spreading of your power at the sound of a billboard playing the news. You were curious and you approached to watch with the crowd.
"Following what is believed to be a series of attacks by a possible eighth Lord Ravager, the Southeastern Sectors are to be on high alert and on full lockdown." The crowd around you began to murmur.
"Is there really an eighth? Does the IPC think us next?"
"You should've seen those creatures. They were people at one point and then they were turned into those things."
"Ugh, I bet this week cause the markets to fall."
"Who cares, it's not like it'll get us here."
You moved out of the crowd, allowing your power to linger and soak into the flesh of your next plan. It would take time, but you were patient.
In the next few months, fights and riots began to break out in the city. After a few irrational moves made by those in high power, the people began to grow angry. With anger and misery, your virus spread faster. It would only be a matter of time before phase two would begin.
"This marks the third major loss of trade routes in that sector. If this keeps up it will very well cripple the galatic economy." Sugilite scoffed, annoyed at the loss of such important lines in such a short span of time.
"We know nothing of this emanator and what little we do know paints an ill picture." Opal began. "An ugly mix of paths, turning people into abominations and then destroying worlds, such a mess."
"Propagation and Destruction, who'd had thought those two could have mixed."
"Prevention and quarantine is all we can do at this point." Jade turned to Aventurine as she spoke. "Tell me, which one are you willing to bet they'll target next?" The man in front her studied the planets keenly. Then he pointed to the odd colored one.
"Tertric-7, its a major trade planet and it connects to every other one." And it was a major hub of slave trade. Not that many knew that, of course. Of the eighty or so planets that have been destroyed, nearly all of them were notorious for slave trading and breeding. If he had to bet, that would be the next target. It would be within the boundries, hidden as it may be. Ah, might as well say the quiet part out loud.
"It would make sense. It is a major route on the slave trade, and if this emanator is targetting those routes like it has previously, it would go for that one." He shrugged at the look Sugilite gave him. It was true, and since he's a gambling man, his money was there. He was probably right anyway.
"He does hold a point. If I were that emanator with a grudge like that, I'd hit were it hurts too." Obsidian giggled. Then it was decided, the set of planets sorrounding Tertric would be quarantined.
"Two stonehearts are to go the chokepoints and make sure things run smoothly. These planets will be qurantined and it will be decided later what will happen to the remains." Diamond's words were final. Cut the infected limb off before it spreads.
The planet's populace was crumbling and mad. The deranged animals and insects that the people were turning into was rapidly destroying any hopes of escape. The city was collapsing and burning and you felt nothing but joy. A new home for your children and soon to be children. Freed from the pain of the gold cage of humanity.
"Not how I would have done it, but it was amusing watching them fight eachother." Phantylia's voice echoed nearby. You gazed up, face bare for the world to see. "Mmm, pity you ended it so soon, I had hoped to join in on the fun, but I suppose we can't win them all." Her glowing fire of a form floated above you. Of all Lord Ravagers, you and Phantylia had an understanding and respect for one another. It was rare, among the group.
"There are two planets I intend of bringing salvation to next. Do you wish to take one route for your own joy?"
"Depends."
"There is one of the western side which I've heard has major ties to the Xianzhou Alliance. I had planned in looking into that next, but if you wish to have it...." You trailed off.
"Oh, no need to butter me up. I have been lacking a challange lately, so, I will take your offer." She let out a laugh. "I'll be seeing you, Little Ravager." She dissappeared with a small puff.
A gurgling mess of limbs and chitin came crawling towards you, seeking comfort admist the agony. You cooed at the ugly gooey mess.
"Rest now little one, this one cares for you like no other has. You are freed from them."
The next year was filled with dull planning and spending time with your recently aquired children.
After arriving on the planet a month earlier, you finally had the comfort of knowing your friend's fate. You had seen him out of the corner of your eye and chased after him after looking again. You had to know if it was him, if he was free or still a slave.
"Kakashava?" Your voice echoed above the crowd. You saw him pause. The blonde paused as the crowd passed him, uncaring of his high status. He turned to your voice, unsure if he was hearing things or not. There you were, face bare for the world to see, one he thought long since lost admist the endless sea of slaves. How were you here?
You stood in front of him dressed in dark garbs that seemed to absorb any light and color. It was rare for Aventurine to be at a loss of words. Hands cupped his face a bit agressively. You scanned his face trying to memorize it. This was real, but why was he dressed like a maggot? It was too showey. Yet some buried part of you was unsurprised at his style. How very him. You let go of his face.
"Your part of the freed now, aren't you?" You asked. "Its obvious." You touched the top of his coat, feeling the plush fur against your fingertips. Expensive. "You make lots of money, you wear the coats the maggots do."
"And are you one of the freed?" He asked, ignoring your maggot comment. You gave a nod. "Then perhaps you wouldn't mind dining with me? We have quite a bit to catch up on. Too much to be standing on the street, anyway." Well, you weren't going to say no to free food.
"Do you have somewhere in mind?" He ended up taking you to some high end restrurant that made your skin crawl. The food was nice though. As you ate, the fresh wound on your wrist reopened. It wasn't an deep scratch, but one that was more than just small. One of your recent family members got too excited and, well, accidents happened. You hummed in annoyance as Kakashava seemed to continue on with his tale. You grabbed a napkin and covered the wound that gently weeped molten, gold blood. Kakashava took notice.
"Are you alright? Did you spill something gold?" He reached for your wrist but you jerked away from him. He seemed unbothered by your reaction, but pulled his hand back in understanding. Some things didn't need to be said.
"One of my family members got excited, and sometimes accidents happen. The gold is a gift from the one who freed me." The atmosphere seemed to tense, only one being had that ability. "A sign of my worthiness." The people around you continue to chatter amongst themselves, unaware of the dangerous beast they were near. Any wrong move and they would be doomed to die, Kakashava needed to play this right.
"So," He seemed to mull on your words and leaned back in his seat. "You must be the eighth Lord Ravager?" He questioned.
"If that is what you want to call me, then yes. But it is not ravaging, it is freeing. All join my family and this world will soon join. You can too, if you wanted. I would gladly have you by my side again." Time seemed to crawl. This planet was doomed before he even set foot on it. Damage control was his best option now.
"I am going to have to pass on that." You deflated and a small part of him still felt bad. "I want to make a bet with you."
"Oh?"
"If you can take the planet within 24 system hours, I will join your family." This was a gamble that made him uncomfortable. Throwing away lives like they nothing but toys was wrong, but they were doomed anyway. "But you must do it with minimal damage to the infrastructure. I've seen the damage you can cause, but can you do it without leveling a planet?"
You swirled your drink in comtemplation. He could rat you out to IPC he works for, but would they take his word seriously? A high rank he may be, only one of the ten stonehearts could really be an issue to your plan. You wanted him by your side, and surely it couldn't be that hard to keep the city in tact? But how much time did you have to prepare?
"And when does our timer start?" You set the drink down. His smile was borderline smug, as if he knew you would lose this bet. It was the same one that he wore when you played board games as children.
"Midnight." It was just enough time to get everything situated on his side. If he could keep the planet standing and worth something if the IPC could reclaim it, then he would win. It could be a frontline for this coming war.
"That is eight system hours to prepare. It would be enough time. Then you have a deal, Kakashava."
The game was set and the pieces were moving. All things considered, the reunion went well. A meal was shared and joy was shared amongst old friends.
The planet fell in less than 24 hours, but you could not keep your newly born children from rampaging and destroying major infrastructure. The bet was lost on your end, and you knew the smug smile your friend was wearing was going to make you smolder for days.
On Aventurine's end, things were going well. His influence established a frontline and did save some of the planet's important resources. It seemed you did try your best to keep things in tact. He ignored the bitter taste he had grown used to. Your fate and actions were something he did not like, but there was no use in crying over it now. He only hoped that you would come to your senses and allow the relationship bloom anew.
LOSS OF SOUTHEASTERN TRADING SECTORS TO AFFECT TRADE MARKETS
4 hrs ago
In the aftermath of the loss of the sectors, prices of technology and....
However, the planet of Tertric-7 has been considered salvagable from scans. While the loss of infastructure is great, the raw resources remained untouched. Unlike the planet....
CAN PATH CROSS?
2 hrs ago
As an eighth Lord Ravager is revealed to have been born, many in the scientific community have been left wondering if paths can cross fully. While research has remained....
Does this emanantor have combined paths of Propagation and Destruction?
