NationStates Jolt Archive


Demons of their own(Semi-closed)

Azaha
27-09-2005, 20:26
A warm damp wind swept across the barren plain of the god-forsaken hive world. Right at the nothern most pole, a area of brown dirt was left untouched, for reasons unknown, not event he Queen was quite sure, but now she had made use of it.

Etched into the sandy ground, sigils and runes were placed into the ground, large symbols. The entire markings spread for several miles in either direction. The Queen herself was making these markings, using massive claws to dig up the lines and make the runes required for the ritual.

Near the center of the giant circle-like configuration, exactly one thousand of the swarm stood, the strongest of all breeds were present. One thousand, no more, no less. They stood silently, not gnashing teeth, twitching, or even breathing it seemed.

Finally, after weeks of work, the Queen had completed the giant sacraficial circle. She screamed an order, and the one thousand creatures spread themselves out on key points, and stood, arms down, defensless. Soon they had gotten to their spots.

With a bloody roar, the queen went in a blood craze, berzerk. She rushed to one of her brood after another, ripping them piece to piece, sending their parts and blood flying all over the general area. It took her several hours to spill all the blood she wanted in the circle.

She returned to the center, and looked up at the sky, and pushed her arms up, towards the sky. With a gigantic scream, she called out. She called out as loud as she could do the denizens of chaos, screamed bloody murder, her mind putting together incantations, and sending them out across space with her mind.

Tzeentch.. Khorne.. Nurgle.. Slaanesh.. hear me... bless us with your mights...