Chapter 52:

Chapter 52: Divinity is a Chain and Freedom that which can shatter it.


The Eldar have foreseen their doom, we've had it screaming and gloating at us for thousands of years and others have been aware of it for far longer. We've been plotting its demise for the insult for a lot longer than that and in the original timeline we were down to three plans after her birth as everything else failed.

Retribution, Quarantine, Reconciliation.

Retribution is the plan meant for the Craftworlds. They are worlds of fools and idiots who only have one admirable trait to them.

The idiots are good at adapting to existing issues, like insects trying to evolve to survive the chemical warfare of their kind. They were meant to do something so obviously simple that just by knowing it and thinking about them any Imperial Eldar would wish they were aware of what smacking your head to a wall repeatedly meant, for they would dearly wish to do it to deal with the idiocy. All that the craftworlders had to do was die in a suitably dramatic and glorious way, all at once or within a short time of the other while or after maybe making some colonies to serve as staging grounds once Slaanesh is dead so that we teach the galaxy again that we rule it. Ynnead would be born and it would serve as the sword that would kill the Eldar Divine part of Slaanesh, then regardless of whether or not Boredom was dead it would not longer be a part of our Divinity and thus no longer our problem to worry about.

The Emperor of Mankind conquered a world with the scrap swords that broke apart as he swung them that he called the Thunder Warriors. He then conquered a galaxy while wielding less than two million Simple swords he called Astartes spread across 20 legions while supported by the few military households that survived the Age of Strife that call themselves knight houses, near endless gun armies he calls the Imperial Army, a few thousands of what we would call songless princes he calls custodes, his Barbarian Prince Sons, light vehicles some insist are meant to be called tanks, transports and light Artillery pieces and a lot of half-working Engines of War made out of scrap metal the Mechanicum insists on calling Titans.

They aren't, for we remember that nonsense and if any still exist they'd be annoyed with the Emperor and the Priests of Mars for calling the scrap heaps the same as they used to be called. Titans were meant to conquer worlds and turn them into bastions of Mankind, they were not heaps of metal only good at shooting and taking a hit even if they were very good at that too. Calling them Commanders would have been more appropriate to my old sensibilities, but the Tyrants of Man did love their naming scheme of their favorite tools and did not like to bother with old fashioned military ranks.

The Eldar empire can call on more swords than humanity had members in the Imperial army of similar quality as most Crusade era Space Marines and we call them Conscripts and half-trained civilian volunteers, while 41st​ millennium Space Marines are about as trained as we expect a normal but young Eldar Warrior to be.

If the Craftworlders fully die and awaken their God of Death then every single dead Eldar eaten by Slaanesh will be free to reincarnate and clone armies in Commoragh will be born with souls that remember thousands if not tens of thousands of years of conflict and will make quick work of the half-beast armies of Vect's Princedom and that's also not taking into consideration the quintillions of still living Eldar whose mindless bodies were taken over by slaanesh so she can pretend she is loved, those that rest in Tombs like I did to trick Slaanesh, those that have gone to sleep to await for a few thousand years of sleep and the various clone vats hidden in select worlds. This numbers doesn't even account for Exodites suddenly having to deal with an influx of new births now that their fertility issues are solved.

The craftworlders would be remembered as tragic heroes and their reincarnations would see them live the lives they find most fulfilling if they only found the proper time to die and do it well enough, but craftworlders can't do that because they are failures that don't realize that Eldar don't stay dead after dying as long as we can sing and there is someone that remembers our song, for we are artists whose souls were reborn out of art and our enemies demise and if we can kill Slaanesh then all our immediate problems go away.

The Exodites are an attempt at Quarantine and waiting out Slaanesh if Retribution does not come as the Eldar will just wait for Slaanesh to get bored of being an Eldar Goddess and fully become a Chaos God as being an Eldar Goddess no longer appeals to her and if the Stubborn bastards succeed in defying both the Pantheon and the New Divine they will be celebrated for all time as the Triumph of Eldar Civilization over the Divine and serve as examples of all that we must be.

If that doesn't work either we'll admit Slaanesh won, get her a king to marry and love and agree to Reconciliation if she can make herself presentable by cleaning herself from Chaos in the name of that which she loves and will love her too.

If that doesn't work out we call in the locusts and strip this galaxy of life again, as that which humanity calls the Tyranid Swarm makes its third trip to our galaxy.

In the 42 Millennium our species proved to be a Disappointment of obscene levels.

The Craftworlders are getting their infinity circuits looted or eaten by locusts, Vect decided he'd rather not be a king but a Divine and the stubborn bastards in the Exodite Worlds can't outlast the locusts because the locusts were called when we saw that the Emperor would become a divine either by accident or because we arranged that specific event to happen when we realized Gork and Mork got their way and now humanity has a God they aren't likely to be killing and eating for some time.

Now we don't have to wait for the failures to relearn that they are Eldar and that their song is a vital part of who they are as opposed to 'part of their culture'. If I hear one fool say that nonsense I am going to crack their skull and put dirt in it to see if that stops them from thinking retarded thoughts again, because after I've seen on the World of Clashing Blades I have come to the realization that craftworlders aren't incapable of thinking. No, the Craftworlders are perfectly capable of thinking normally, they are just thinking the wrong things and we need to stop them from thinking if we want them to do anything right.

Song is how and why we live as Civilized individuals and not animals. Song is not a part of anything, civilization is a part of song and subordinate to it and most Eldar outside the Empire forgot this before Cegorach had the chance to even try to make them forget, because they're morons that can't even work together or die right without a priest to handhold them.

I am not here to bother with the idiots, I am here to make sure the chance at Reconciliation remains open and possible as I might not be able to act after Slaanesh's birth, as the only True Priests of the Pantheon that would normally be able to continue acting are those of Khaine, the damned of Isha and those of Cegorach and I am not either.

I am here to deal with their failures and see if I can find out why Vect, when faced with a choice he had before him a thousand times refused to take it and he did not seize the moment and instead had his actions set a narrative that had him plan the death of his enemies from beyond his grave and thus prove to Commoragh that he stands, if not above the Divine that constantly sups from their souls, then at the very least as equal to it as his soul did not go to Slaanesh on death despite losing all safeguards that would prevent it and by doing so turned himself into a part of Eldar society, a force of nature that decides the Destiny of a Divine Princedom as he stands beyond mortal issues and it is up to others to write their stories upon that which he had built and become, for he had become part of the Narrative of Commoragh and no longer that which acts in it.

In the 42 Millennium he is no longer someone around which action takes place by his own design, but something priests seek to beseech for favor in the hopes of partaking of his boons or spreading them to the populace and thus his crown was aborted and instead wasted on divinity.

And speaking of Divinity and wasted chances, I thank the greedy lady for being greedy in my soul as I finished healing the last of those of this household I can safely do so to and provided protection. I do so for she chose Greed over Safety. She chose to be free and for me to claim them as family and I can easily do so and not have to stay and look after them.

I am jumping a few thousand years ahead of time with founding them like this as opposed to letting them form naturally, but I can just turn this family into a lordly organization descended from us like the Troupes of Cegorach, only instead of them being priests like their siblings, the Cult of Strife will be composed out of lords and ladies.

I am pretty sure I am burning the souls of the family their leader was cloned from anyway as they certainly look similar enough from what I can remember. Red hair, very determined and good at getting her way and a lovely voice do seem to fit what you would expect from Lelith Hesperax's genetic donors. My slave's only adult daughter that is now free from the disease has just finished undressing me.

"Please keep to your promise, we all wish to meet the founder of our home as we have not met her and the only one that can still remember her is our mother." She spoke softly as her and her sister's souls sang.

There are three daughters that have no started wasting out of four, and two of them also had Chaos in their souls while the other two only Boredom.

"I will do so, for to fail is to die." I replied just as softly.

I went and gently touched Ghela Eimmar and slowly sang to her as her spirit was burned clean of the disease.

"The Divine have decided on a change of plans, and it is only thanks to your daughter's ability that we will get off lightly and you still get to return to your family earlier than I wished for. Your family will be turned into a daughter organization of my order and within your mission parameters you will be free to be and do as you wish. All I need of you is to accept my Love and as you remember it sing of your daughters and mother and grandparents when it is required for the rest of your family sing of them now." I sang to her.

She looked a mix of relieved and saddened but her heart and soul seemed to harden and prepared itself for Love and then she all but froze when what I said registered and realized I said that she is to sing of her mother and grandmother. Reluctant acceptance turned into joy in less time than one can blink and by the final steps to their bed it was her that was taking me into their bed and not me.

Love is the one concept where that which Eldar call such and what the Old Ones did almost matches even if the way it is expressed does not lead one to this opinion and they are not the same thing, for Love means to us both 'the manipulation and molding of another to their benefit as you teach them what you know to be good and useful, for you mean them well and you know they need it'. It is not quite the same between the two species, for Eldar's love require informing those you do so to before you start and the Old One's concept of Love did not require such considerations, but it is close enough to help us form mental models of each other and how we think.

It was the one thing that allowed ourselves to build bridges between our civilizations before the War In Heaven and the one thing we forgot or did not wish to think about as we accepted their deal that turned us into what we are.

The Old Ones also take it a lot further than we do as it is far less restrained than what we do consider love and Eldar already have few restrictions on what we are unwilling to do, which made the Old Ones's Love terrifying to all that received it and what would make any think that the two have little in common.

Swords do not need to agree or to be made aware of what they will become as they enter the forge or to know what they will become before then, but people do and the one near me agreed and welcomed it, for she had agreed to it beforehand and now she is glad that it will happen and her family will be made as whole and happy as I can make them.

The first to be fully healed will be the Lady of the House as she is the last source of Boredom in this home as I have separated it from the rest of the city, her sisters have been cleansed by me as was their mother and her grandmother and great-grandmother have nothing left to be corrupted and even if they did the Divine took it with them.

All four women were on the bed right now and they looked like sisters more than four generations of Eldar and were arranged in order of age with the youngest to the left and the oldest on the other side and all four of them were naked now. Red hair, soft features and lither bodies awaited me to take for myself as their souls awaited healing.

I looked down on the woman that was willing to subject the song of her Home to my own for the chance of freedom and gave her one final chance to choose Freedom and not the compromise between Safety and Freedom I will provide.

"Suil Drithis, the compromise between the two options you desired will not give you all that you desire and I promised to your mother, but only most of it and there will be catches. Do you still wish for what you have demanded or will you accept what I wish to grant you?" I asked softly.

There was no kindness in my eyes now, only intent.

She only opened her legs wider and looked into my eyes waiting for me.

I waited for four heartbeats as my sword became long as it awaited to mold four sheaths into its shape.

"Yes." Was her answer and a sword had found its sheath and it started to slowly get used to it.

My hands grabbed her body as my sword started to slowly explore her depths and my hands slowly adjusted her position as we started off slow and the song of her family started to hit her but it lacked the building blocks needed to build back her soul. Normally it would be the Divine that provide it, but now it is my duty to do so and so I do.

I inundate her soul with my love with the same gentleness our bodies merge and separate with only unlike the link between our bodies our soul do not have moments in which we are less merged, the merge only increases.

One pump, two pumps, three, and four and more follow them as we slowly become one and I can feel my love having an effect as she gasps as her memories and her old self returns and I can feel the issues, Boredom infects song too, but our souls are becoming one now and as I seize control over her song I do not feel even the least bit of resistance as the Dark Soul Pits enter her soul and her soul starts wishing to leave but Mine does not and mine can keep it showered in love for longer than it can resist it.

Minutes or hours pass and I am unsure of the passage of time as my soul is focused on getting its other half to accept all that it is. I do not notice as our bodies experience bliss again and again and yet do not stop for it is not our bodies that matter now but our souls and I can feel it.

The other soul had accepted it, she is now Immunized and as the realization came she once again experienced bliss and convulsed on the now very wet white bedsheets.

Her soul was a whole and immunized.

"Sing for me my songbird." I said softly as I pinched her left nipple to draw her attention and she gasped at attention as she realized what happened and that I did not stop.

I did not notice when her legs were locked behind my back either but I just noticed they were and she rose from the bed while they were and she kissed me as we continued copulating and molding her as she started to sing the song of her home and her family started to remember what it had forgotten, the little pieces that only she among her sisters ever heard and that now they learned about.

One heartbeat, two heartbeats and three, she accepted three of them into her heart and it started to strain and I stopped as I filled her depths again.

Isha blessed her with fertility I could feel, for she was already pregnant after only one day. It should have taken weeks at the very least, if not years but Isha loves making larger families and she will try to make them as fast as possible when it suits her.

We separated and I turned to her mother whose song was sputtering. She did not remember the entire song, there were gaps in it from the memories I had erased to heal her but they were slowly filling now as her own daughter directed her love to her and I started to do the same.

I couldn't just do it in soul, for the lady was greedy and wished for my body as well and so I entered into her mother and molded her as well.

This time there were two sources of love for the woman in question and another of song. The song was the song of motherhood.

He family sang of a mother raised among ashes and despair as her own home had already been infected when she was born. She was born in a loving but broken home for her own grandfather died early as when he found out he was infected with the Wasting Disease he killed himself hoping it would save his family from it. It gave them twenty-three years before the rest started to waste as well but in that time a girl had been born and her name was Ghela Eimmar and she was raised with love by her grandmother and parents which were welcomed after her own mother had married the son of the man which sacrificed himself in an attempt to give his family time. Both still called the same woman mother, for the man had no family of his left as he was Wildling from the seas down south who came and found himself into a home that would take him in and called the woman that did so mother.

The daughter started kissing her own mother as she dripped with fluids in an attempt to make love feel physical and increase the speed at which her mother remembered who she was and her song became complete.

Am amusing thought came as I showered both women in my soul and Love

"Wrong orientation." I chuckled to a daughter as I was deep in her mother.

She was with her behind in front of me as she stood above her mother to kiss her.

I could feel the amusement of her soul as she did as I suggested and put the sheet I had filled with my seed to her mother to sup from as she begun leaning towards me and I kissed her. It didn't come only from the younger of the two but from the woman from where she came. She liked it and all three of us laughed as the woman remembered more and more of who she was and so did her daughters learn more of their own mother.

Hours passed as mother lapped at her daughter lower lips while the upper ones were plundered by the same man that plundered and still plunders both women of all their secrets and I once again realized that in the lust and love filled gaze I did not again notice that my body was not in the way I remembered it the last time I was cognizant.

My left hand certainly wasn't pleasuring a woman and I am pretty sure the one in front of me was on her back and not her front limbs moaning in pleasure as I slapped her rear with my left hand then tried to hold on them tight as a third set of hands came to join the two that carressed my body.

Left? The left was busy with another. Who… Who was kissing me and why can't I feel my limbs?

The song of two men that burned in flames to try and cleanse their families of the Waste echoed by. I do not remember hearing it in the first place.

Someone spoke her name and it was Gua Fiarra, but I did not know who it was for my lips still tasted of that of another and her name was Aine, no that was incomplete.

"Aine Shi, holy one." A sweet voice whispered.

I could not see where it came from as giggles surrounded me.

A pair of lips kissed my left cheek and another my lower regions. I am not on my knees anymore I am on my back, why is it so cold? No, there is warmth it is not near me.

I try to move but I cannot. I try to sing but I can't hear if I succeed.

My arms try to move but fail.

What was cold was now warm and what was warm and wet is now getting cold.

I reach towards it and Darkness took me to make my forget the numbness that hurt and did not.

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The priest I brought to heal us fell asleep in exhaustion and he was surrounded by four women who were family. Two of the women were not there in soul before but now they were.

Eldar are born and reborn of song, even if they don't fully remember it as long as they sing long enough they will remember and if they do not then the one they sing about will remind them of it as they return.

'The type of nonsense a priest would say.' I sang to my mother, grandmother and daughter.

'What master did you subject yourself to daughter.' My mother sang softly.

She remembered her final moments, when the wasting was complete and she knew her soul had finally rotted. Both herself and grandmother remembered it and shared it with us and how it hurt them.

They were manacled by order of the Pretender Priests of the New Divine in the hope that by keeping them like that for long enough Boredom itself would die and the Pantheon's songs would banish the Emptiness and bring back light mortal song.

It wasn't the pantheon that brought back light and song but the Damned Priest of Cegorach which had fallen on his bed from exhaustion after immunizing four women with ten heartbeats of his cure.

We all knew what he wished of his new concubines, to create a Cult of Strife and look over a boy whose soul was promised to that which failed to save us in an attempt at leaving Reconciliation on the table between the Pantheon and the New Divine.

"We all know what he desires of us, do any of you have any complaints about it?" My daughter and songstress of this home asked her family.

It is under her Love and Song that three older generations now live under, for it is her that tricked both divinity and priest into giving us all that we wanted and more.

Four women which were made whole looked at each other then down at the man they were gathered around with warm smiles.

"No." Three voices said as one.

The women once again looked at each other.

"Good, I will keep our new lord warm, the three of you go and meet your descendants, they still sing hoping you will return to them." The Lady of the House said.

My daughters sang the song of our home and were growing slightly agitated and hopeful now that no new notes had come had been coming from us. They still sang until told otherwise for they saw the power of their song.

"We joyfully obey my daughter." I sang as I hugged my own mother and grandmother and we rose slowly from the bed.

My master was not the only one that was tired, but unlike him we could still walk and stay awake.

All three of us went to hug our children and give them our love as we dripped with fluids. We would become presentable later, our family needs us more for now.

"Mama!" My three daughters sang as they rushed towards me

They also looked in wonder at their grandmother and great grandmother and at their bellies, for thanks to the blessing of the Divine, four women got pregnant in four days and by the same man despite all logic saying that it is not possible, for Eldar do not get pregnant in a single day of intimate dancing under soft lights.

But who cares for logic and reason in the face of the Love of the Divine?

We were proof that the Divine still loved our people, for they had given us health, they had given us another husband to love after our old ones died trying to save us, they gave us more children to love, they made those that still lived whole again, and most importantly they gave a family struggling to find purpose among a world filled with despair a purpose their souls shouted to all to hear that they adore, for it would serve the designs of the instrument that delivered these gifts from the Divine.

And the mortals that received it were not the ungrateful sort and will make sure they showed their gratitude very openly to the divine instrument in question.

AN:

Gua Fiarra= Guth Fíochmhar→ Fierce voice (grandmother)

Aine Shi= Aigne shlí→ Sly Mind (great grandmother)