[spoiler]ok so I lay down at night reading all my thread replies, headphones in, listening to tool or something, making my phone read some of these stories to me aloud... Yours just now happened to be read with the song "46 and 2" and it fit -blam!-ing perfectly - forgive my foul language, but I found it incredible and it gave me goosebumps. You better stick around here and keep impressing people like that. I want to ask you to let me paste your work into the RoB vault - greatest hits - So what do you say we make this into a major plot ran by you for a chapter? I've been pretty busy with work lately and i don't have a whole lot of time to do my thing here, so it would be a chance to develop your story into something unforgettable. Get back to me in PM if you wanna make it happen. I've been moving and adjusting to a new area, so that's all. I'll be back more often soon. [/spoiler] [b][i]The darker one of the two of you tastes a new emotion in the air, lust, jealousy, and rage. Absolute fury. You have a strong urge to run, but can't quite look away from the scene beyond the door. [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/142575351/0/0[/spoiler] A winged demon is chained to the wall before you. Not a demon, a once champion of the Imperium whose affliction driven bloodlust burned across the stars for over 10,000 years. You instantly realize his persona is quite literally Jekyll - but Hyde is running the show. Sarris-Sanguine roars at you, eyes bulging, tearing at his restraints, tree trunk sized arms and damaged power armor covered in blood........ ..........blood of his own, but also that of the nearly dead warrior at his feet. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/149450321/0/0 Umbra's body is torn in half, his entrails wrapped around his exposed throat. Large, jagged bite marks connect to the empty space where Umbra's upper neck and lower jaw used to occupy, Primarch having clearly been in the throes of the thirst when he'd done this. Blood drops onto your shoulder... "This fight must have been brutal" you think to yourself as a flash of what actually happened dances before your mind's eyes. The sudden vision startles you as something horrifyingly irresistible clamps down on your consciousness. Another drop of blood lands on the top of your head, hissing as it settles into your scalp. You find you can't quite control your movements... You feel something taking hold. Another drop of blood lands on the front of your head, it runs down your face, boiling hot and scorching your flesh. You begin panic as you feel your soul being compressed by incomprehensible psychic assault. You realize every drop makes it worse, like you've fallen into a dream and are paralyzed. Terror grips your heart as you feel yourself being drawn in, drawn to the glowing crimson eyes beneath the black, soul binding cloth that covers his head - the runes pulse with blinding brilliance as the power they've imprisoned within threatens to tear free and immolate your soul, then consume your empty vessel as it twitches and spasms from misfiring nerves and liquifying flesh. Your attention is drawn to the resonating power swords driven into the swollen wrists of the chained Primarch, dangling in this most bazaare manner of sorcery snare. Red glowing chains inscribed with ancient runes of demonic power wrap from one side of of Sarris's severely injured chest to the other. Another drop of Sarris-Sanguine's blood lands on your face from his thrashing body above, the runes inscribed on the chains flashing as the power behind them begins breaking through. The blood in your veins runs hot as the frequency between your soul(s) and body grind(s) out of sync, haphazard and off kilter like a poorly tuned piano. Time recedes to slow motion for your consciousness as your mind begins to separate from your body. You notice a single drop of blood running down the tip of Sarris's nose, backlit by the raging inferno behind the cloth covering his head and eyes. The drop of blood falls for what feels like eternity... This is it. You have been caught by the most frightening predator imaginable, and will now receive the most painful and horrifying death ever imagined. The as the drop of blood lands in your open mouth, the psychic dampening runes of Sarris's restraints flare with unnatural energy, shattering like glass. Shards of hard shadow and solidified light cascade down around you as The dark mask of cloth bursts into flames, revealing the most frightening eyes... [spoiler]if you wish to know more about this next part, see the Journal of Sarris-Sanguine in Sarris's bio[/spoiler] At the instant your eyes lock on his, your vision is flooded with over 10,000 years of bloody campaigns that set the Galaxy to flames that will burn for eternity. The last image you see is of Sarris-Sanguine, barely over a century old, standing next to his brother (the Summoner) deep within a flooded fortress on a forgotten world. A world erased from all maps and invisible to the eyes of the warp. A world hidden by an ancient cabal who desperately sought to keep the secret of that fortress buried... A world that was chosen by the thirsting gods of chaos, destined for something both good and evil. The evil is now inside you. The darkest of the three of you senses a new presence. The cold, calculating presence of an inhuman mind. At once, you find yourself back inside your own body. Both of you. You see that Sarris has been locked inside of an energy dome, and that the nearly dead warrior that was at Sarris's feet has risen. Umbra flexes his newly repaired body. He glances at as something behind you, visibly shaken to the core. A flowing red light shines at your back. "Don't turn around..." Comes an inhuman whisper from behind you, resonating through the like something submerged under water. "My name is Lazarus." Says the voice. You witness Umbra removing his swords from the hands of the incapacitated Primarch. He ignites his twin plasma blades that both evaporate the blood caked along their monofilament edges. He then sheaths the swords, making a gesture to the being behind you before bursting into a cloud of mist and vanishing. "Some know me as the red man..." Begins Lazarus. "...but I am no man." It finishes in a low, sinister voice. Judging by the silhouette of your shadow, you can see that this being is levitating. "I am the wrath of the lost angel." Something thrashes within the energy dome, and then you wake up from your day dream. You find that you're standing before the place Sarris was hanging from, but no evidence of what just transpired is present. You can't remember if it actually happened........ ..........but then you realize that you are covered in oozing trails of coagulated blood........... ........Rivers of Blood. [/i][/b]