stevie667

I've litterally just copied these off from a couple of sheets of paper i filled up at some silly hour this morning when i woke up having to write stuff down. I would like to see what people think of the original before i start making changes and padding stuff out.
In a wider sense, its part of a book i'm writing in spurts of typing, though most is still in my head.

Be nice




Voices entered the void, from where he did not know. He could not see, or there was nothing to see, unsure of which he stood, or at least tried to stand. Collapsing down onto a hard cold floor waves of pain shot through his body, and the voices only grew louder.

He shouted out, but no sound emerged from his lips. What was this hole he was thrust in, and why could he not remember how he had found it. The pain in his body shot through every nerve like fire. His head felt like it was expanding, like an unrelenting pressure trying to escape. Gasping for air, every part of his body screaming out, nothing seemed to work. It was like he had been thrust into a vat of thick poison, with its indelible stinging agony seeping into his heart.

The voices grew louder, shouting into his ears, the pressure in his head pushed behind his eyes, he tried to scream again, and the stinging poison filled his lungs. He choked and writhed, then the pressure exploded.
Like being catapulted from the womb into the bright world he had come to depend on, the poison was suddenly gone and his eyes saw such wondrous colours. Immediately all memory of the dark pit left his mind. Awe filled him, and the voices took shape. Great angels, their silken white wings spread out behind them took his hands. Their sweet voices settled his heart, he gave himself to them completely, so content he had become.

Their majestic beauty was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. No words could describe them, anything a mortal man could comprehend was nothing compared to these. Great flowing white robes flowed over their bodies with golden hair draping softly over their backs, he could not tell if they were male or female, he did not care. In the faces, he saw nothing except brilliant splendour. Never had he even thought there could be a being so wondrous that merely gazing upon it would take all his woes away. No eyes lay in their places, instead replaced with shining jewels of light. The colour he could not guess, it was beyond his comprehension. When they spoke their lips parted in a way that made him grasp onto each tiny movement as if it were a story of ancient times that would be lost if he did not heed.

Flying through this new world of his he travelled over hill and vale, all his senses infused with such wonderment and the angels bringing him to where he felt he had always belonged. Great blue lakes with gently swaying trees lapping at their shores. No animals made themselves known, but a part of him sensed them calling out to him. This was not a place of the constraints of mere men, it was somewhere where thought and soul, mind and body all became one. Only things that would make one fall in love with everything around him existed here. True Elysium he had found. The place of his forbearers, the place where kings of old would have spent their lives in contemplation. Never had he felt so content, nor so understanding of the nature of his being. Every new second brought new realisation of his life, and each became intertwined with the last. If such a magical place could be shown to the peoples of the Imperium, he knew there would be peace and love. But lost were these thoughts, replaced by others, and his awe of the angels that carried him in such a way to be fit for the gods, and their ever radiant beauty shining into his heart.

For what seemed like hours, they journeyed, over land and sea, space and time. At times, he tried to ask a question, tried to think something, anything, but the angels would simple glance at him and smile. He would become sated, so at peace that he simply closed his eyes and felt the sweet breeze flow over him. Things carried in the air beyond description, thought, song, feeling, the wind carried around him and yet brushed only his face. The emotions of his happiest memories flooded his mind.

Where they landed, he did not know, his eyes opened and the angels had left, surrounding him stood a great congregation of people. No faces were revealed to him, just pure light shone from them. He knew they understood him in a way beyond saying, he was part of them, and they were part of him. Poetry of eternal writers would never begin to show even the humblest morsel of the smallest part of what lay before him.

One offered a hand and spoke a lyrical tongue that part of him responded to not in speech, but in thought. Whatever it was seemed to sense his question and turned, beckoning him to follow in a way that was not of thought or song but of eternal want. Standing up he felt his feet leave the ground, and two powerful wings beat behind him. Forward they took him, after this white light. The creature of light floated lightly across a vast ocean of gently simmering illumination that came from a place he could not know. He did not care anyway, he followed the creature, entranced by it’s simple elegance.

They came across a great balcony, two golden doors shutting behind them. Looking out across wide grass planes the spoke once again in its musical tongue. The grass shimmered and fled from view, leaving a starry expanse sitting before them. A great planet appeared, and another, a whole solar system emerging from nothing, yet everything.
The beauty of it took away any thought or emotion. Standing over the abyss his eyes absorbed the sight before them, etching the vision of beauty into his deepest memories.

A hand draped across his shoulder, the brilliant white light had gone, but his wife stood next to him.
She smiled, and in a moment that could have been an eternity, she gently kissed his forehead. Her soft hand came down across his eyes, closing them. He tried to open them back up, to see her again. Something stirred from within him, the bliss that had held him slipped away. A panic spread through him, his breathing increased, he fought to open his eyes. His mind screamed out for him to open his eyes, every part of his will was focused on seeing her again.
Her voice caressed his ears, telling him sweet things that he would never remember. Calm took him and acceptance blanketed his heart. His eyelids parted with the merest movement, and the creature of light once again stood before him.
One word escaped his lips.
Why?
He felt the creature smile, rather than see it. It spoke softly things he could no longer understand, but knew the meaning. Once again, his eyes began to close, and weariness covered his thoughts. Sleep was upon him, and he entered into a gentle slumber.
Dreams came and went, taking with them the memories of her face, her touch, her smile. Never would he understand what had happened, but still an undeniable sorrow filled his soul.
He had lost her; he had lost his legacy, his love, his everything. A tear fell from his eye, though none could have ever seen it, for the darkness had taken him.



When he woke, the voices had returned, though none carried the meaning he yearned for. They faded in and out, before slowly settling into coherent patterns.
Light diffused through his eyelids, the world fell back into place around him, and senses began to feed information along his body. The back of his throat felt raw, his body ached. He lay there for minute after minute, trying to make sense of what had happened, where all these feelings within merely some strange dream, or was what he felt in his heart true?
It hit him like a giant wave, in a nanosecond everything flooded back to him, a thousand different emotions seared his thoughts at once, every part of him screamed out. A cold press of metal on his neck was the last thing he felt before submitting to the darkness yet again.

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Much much later in the timescale


The impenetrable anguish surrounded him; it pierced his heart and darkened the remains of the life within.
From not his land had prepared him for the strife that had consumed his world, nor the suffering of the echelons of hatred.
Began such things in his mind that would forsake the fallen, the tiredness gripped his eyes.
The images of the golden fields, of the silken lady and purest white thoughts, once so clear, but fading, swirled around the shards of his tears. Falling like great rivers from his soul, the betrayed emptiness that crumpled his being from within. A single breath escaped his parched lips. Only the faintest whisper, but more in an instant said than an eon of listening could comprehend.
The finger tightened around the trigger, and the swathes of darkness took him to their brow. Not a single sound heard, free was his spirit from the shackles of the pain he had caused for all he loved. A once strong man, reduced to the aches of old, the days of the imperia sighed, for time had turned against them.
He slipped to the floor, the ground almost catching his fall, a lifeless husk not fit for this world.

Into a time beyond her journeyed away from this place, into the glowing bosom of the warm embrace. Mistakes knew not him, and he know not of the evil that created him. Such beauty was not for his view, saved only for those who had left the great journey destined never to return. The pull of the tide grasped his hand, guiding him away from the blissful grasses that swayed softly in a sweet breeze.
Spoke not in thought but music; he was given the secrets of the world, the things that would not be to a mortal man.
The gods showed not their faces, he knew not if they saw him, or if they guessed his spirit. Only the tight caress of a falling star taking him away.

The lady and white smiled to him, she spoke in the softest tongues of angels into his weary soul, raising it within. Shimmering awe and radiance of legend strayed from her hair, a glade of golden brilliance draped across her shoulders.
Into the next he was not granted, his time was yet to come. The strings within rose from his depths, their weight drawing him from the Eden of the light.
Such drag upon the shifting sands was not for none to decide, taken was he, not the gods or eldest ones could change his path.

Falling through the great chasm, spinning through the over lands and tumbling through the lower. Justice was not his life, neither was peace. One purpose he is to serve, whispered into life.
Dark deeds and hatred reached from him, ever growing the strings clawed into him, pulling him harder towards their biddings.
He slipped and fell, and returned, cast down from the heavens, destined not for the silver lake, but the cold dread of the night.
Until his voyage ended, they would never grant him passage. He would stay until the end, of what it would not be told or known. Forsaken, or released, such things were not for those to decide.
The single breath, never leaving the world, spoke its glory and rushed back to its master. The eldest ones had commanded, the gods had ordered, and it had begun.



Kind of doom and gloom, heaven and hell, grandiose to the max stylee, but hey, first draft.

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