Fiction:Realities Altered/Dysnomia/Black Son

The future for the i nthis dark time has never been bright, but as the years went by it fractured further, rebellions and uprisings splitting it. Tyrus Ultanos, one of the foul spawn of Uriel used these uprisings as a chance to show up his father. In 2925 he forcefully claimed a former province of the imperium as his own and quickly made himself comfortable, much to the dismay of the local populations.

Lessons to Worms
A dignitary from one of the province's outlying colonies had managed to gain an audience with the emperor. He was dressed in simple and largeyl unassuming gown. he walked down the hallways looking about, becoming unnerved as "veins" over the walls and floors of the corridor appeared to pulse as he walked through them, often he passed by Blood Dragons who looked at the dignitary with disdain, one intentionally shoving him out of their way, causing him to fall to the floor and scatter his papers everywhere.

The dignitary tidied himself up and gathered up his papers, as he was doing so another hand came down, picking up papers and handing them to him. As he looked up, he saw the body was of a young avian, feathers plucked and faded or damaged with several scars o nher body. She looked at the dignitary with horror before turning away, blubbering. THe dignitary sighed and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, triggering a response for her to look over to him, nicitating membranes flickering wildly as she chirped in panic. Looking at his face, she began to soothe herself before speaking.

Slave - ''I-i'm sorry my lord. I should not have intervened.'' Dignitary - Is it an offense to do so? Slave - ''Not its jsut that I am dirt in His eyes. I am unworthy of interacting with His guests.'' Dignitary - ''Who? The emperor?''

The slave nodded silently, her eyes screwing up. For a moment, the dignitary reached out to comfort her, but he retracted his hand and let out an uncomfortable sigh.

Dignitary - ''Can you direct me to his throme madam? Slave - ''He likes it hot, f-follow the heat. More Angels will indicate your closeness to him. I've said too much already I-- Excuse me.

The slave turned around and paced briskly away from the dignitary, keeping eye contact away from him.

Dignitary - I did not even catch your name!

Hearing this, the slave burst into weeping and paced faster away from him. The ignitary sighed and shook his head, continuing onwards.

The closer he got, the hotter he felt, but he knew this was the right direction. Looking around he saw it everywhere - paintings and statues of the emperor in all his glory, showing him posessing enormous wings and horns, brutal nails and a threatening face, with deep eyes and an ever-persistent scowl. THe dignitary felt chills as he looked at them, eventually reaching the doors to the throne chamber. He showed the BLood Angels standing at the doors his documentation, and he could have sworn one of them had given him an agitated huff as they both opened the way for him.

Stepping inside the dignitary looked about, confused as to where the emperor was. WItohut warning the dignitary tripped up and fell flat on his face, sliding on his stomach towads the throne, he shielded his eyes as jets of flame either side ignited in front of his eyes and he kept his head down.

??? - ''About time you got here. Did you get lost staring at my toys!?''

The dignitary looked up, the fisrt thing he saw as his gaze ascended was a toe almost as big as he was, his gaze ascended further, his eyes beset on a mutant draconis of titanic proportions with muscles bulging and highly visible, his head was adorned with a set of colossal horns, far larger in proportion than what should be possible among Draconis. In a set of powerful hands was what looked like an entire Udulov, roasted and held like a haunch of meat in his grip. Tyrus looked down, tilting his head to observe the insignificant speck before his feet, staring at the man with a look of nothing but disdain as he bit a chunk off the Udulov in his hand and ground it between a set of horrific and jagged teeth.

Dignitary - ''Toys? What d-do you mean my lord?'' Tyrus - ''The Angels tell me everything worm. One of my slaves took pity on you and helped you. Are you the same level as her, worm?'' Dignitary - Your grace I have a name.

Tyrus leaned forward and released a jet of hot sticky breath over the dignitary, growling at him. This blast caused the dignitary to reel in horror, a few tiny chunks of meat spraying over him.

Tyrus - ''Your name means nothing Unless I actually point it out, worm. I summoned you because I wanted to know if the soldiers in your sector have any worthy spoils t oreturn to me, as tribute.'' Dignitary - Y-your grace the region is barren...it's all ruins. Tyrus - 'Then find something. ANYTHING'''. Or would you rather I make an example of you...''

Tyrus clenched his unused fist as he gripped his armrest and the dignitary began coughing, collapsing as he felt his heart straining itself. Tyrus looked at him for a moment before opening out his palm and snarling.

Tyrus - ''I can do worse, worm. Now give me some good news.''

The dignitary stuttered as eh tried desperately to think. Tyrus however could see through him and stood up threateningly, beginning a slow, intimidating approach, causing the dignitary to step backwards before tripping over himself and scrabbling backwards, each moment becoming more panicked, his expression overtaken by terrified blubbering. Tyrus cricked his neck and rolled his head back, irritated. After several minutes, and as Tyrus rolled his head back, the dignitary's limbs spontaeously exploded i na shower of blood and gore, causing a scream to escape from the poor man's lungs, his mind overtaken with pain. HE could not think, he could not answer, all that was on his mind was the pain he suffered. Tyrus' hand reached down and wrapped itself around his bloodied torso, lifting him off the floor and towards those burning crimson eyes socketed into the emperor's skull, being lifted to mere inches form the end of Tyrus' snout.

Tyrus - ''Well? You have no good news do you? You decided to waste my time. You should know I hate worms wasting my time, and do you know what I like doing to worms that annoy me?''

The dignitary shook his head frantically and Tyrus opened his palm, causing the man to fall to the floor. He wriggled about, trying to feel liek he had some sense of control, momentarily looking up to see Tyrus' boot hovering over his form. His eyes widened and, looking past the black armoured boot he could have sworn he saw Tyrus grinning sadistically. He toyed with the dignitary's fears for but a moment before the foto came down, engulfing the dignitary's reality in darkness and crushing pain. With his spirit and mind no longer in his body, the demon emperor could not care less, and proceeded to thoroughly grind his victim's body into he coarse fabric of the carpet underneath them both with a satisfied grin plastered across his face.