--- The following is a passage taken from the journal of one Adrian Udetsky, Traitor Guardsman and Chaos cultist dedicated in favor to the Temple of Tzeentch.
It is meant for Inquisitorial eyes only, and unauthorized viewing is to result in immediate execution. ---
It is meant for Inquisitorial eyes only, and unauthorized viewing is to result in immediate execution. ---
June 21st, M41
Orpheus Prime, Eastern Fringe
Adrian Udetsky
I never wanted to be a cultist. I never wanted to feel the fear of being hunted by my own kind, chased like some sort of wild animal to be put down. I never wanted my friends, my family, my own damn planet to suffer because of my actions. And I sure as hell never wanted to be stuck on this godforsaken rock, freezing my nuts off in the a**-end of nowhere.
Ever since I was "conscripted" into this less-than reputable army of mutants and deviants, my eyes have endured horrors that would break most men on the spot; things that I will never mention again, yet will never be able to forget. I've done things; participated in acts of such a horrible nature that I will never be able to wash the accumulated guilt and self-disgust from my being. The "men" here, the women too, are all animals. They seem to delight in the pain they inflict, squealing with glee as they flay some poor soul's flesh, drinking in the screams of agony like some profane wine as they dig their knives deeper into their victim, wallowing in his crimson ochre. I can hear it now. We captured a small platoon of Elysians when we ambushed the 6th Regiment outside of Dukesh. They've been placed in temporary hold near the rear of the camp until they give in to interrogation, or are exectued. They're killing in order of rank, from highest to lowest, which means their Captain's up now.
I wish I could do something. I really do. But there really isn't much I would accomplish from intervening, other than dieing along with the man, in a rather terrible fashion might I add. I'm being relieved in a few minutes, and it's been made mandatory to watch these torture sessions, so I'll have to face the man anyways.
Emperor help us all.
Note to readers:
This is my first WH40k fiction ever. I implore you to comment. Please. If I receive positive feedback, I intend on making this a series, as well as the entries longer. Keep in mind that I am more than a bit scatterbrained when writing, and as such my entries may seem empty, or vague at times, though I try to keep my adjectives as rich and varied as possible. This is always posted first on my journal to be evaluated by friends. If you wish to help me "beta test" my stories, or just want to get to know me better, send me a friend request. I may be willing to collaborate with other authors in further installments if they find me deserving of their time. Thank you, and please try to enjoy.
