Enjoy these excerpts that I haven't really put out in anyone's face yet.
An End to All Things
His majesty is awe inspiring. His power barely contained. His will unimaginable. His splendor unmatched. He sat on his vast throne, His golden plate armor crackling with divine control, Angels and Devils whispered into his ears pleas for help, begging for Him to turn His attention this way and that, the prayers of thousands flitted about His consciousness in a vast multitude, each syllable easily discerned and understood.
He is Lorgar, the Tyrant God of Law and His commands topple Kings, birth Empires, and shatter armies.
Edicts, laws, and decrees adorn his armored body like badges of honor, the graying black hair of His face and head close cropped and neatly taken care of, nothing out of place. Deep purple robes are visible beneath His golden plate and a large ornate broadsword stands driven into the ground next to His golden throne.
Something foreign beckoned His attention, and He cast His gaze to the world just beneath this heavenly place.
Something was not right.
Lorgar's attention was being directed to a girl, a small young thing, gifted with arcane strength, worshiped that drunkard Theodal, and...touched by Fate it seemed. He unfurled the multitude of paths she might take to understand what Fate had in store for her, and what He saw disturbed this God of Tyrants. A change was coming, to consume everything. For better or for worse. All choices and possibilities converged at a single point, and some of these choices would result in an end to all things. Oblivion.
He examined this girl's traveling companions each touched by one of Lorgar's Divine Siblings, an Inquisitor of His bookworm and weakling of a brother, an individual who appeared to be in the middle of being groomed as a champion of that battle-crazed, maniac Grudnam, and...
Lorgar peered closer.
At first glance she appeared as a follower of the MadGod, relishing in frivolities and violence and peace exactly like Rastillus (He certainly could see the two getting on quite nicely) but she carried a relic of Hrusia, the deceitful, conniving, bitch of a goddess. Her hand was in this, as was a great many of Lorgar's Siblings, but it was Hrusia that concerned Him the most. He would sooner embrace the threatened oblivion than allow Order to disappear from His realms.
Lorgar of the Law extended a tendril of His power forth.
...
The Order
Can I do this? Can I really do this? Thought Byron Samar, President and CEO of Horus Hydroponics, the most profitable and successful terraformation corporation in history, the man who stares down all of his opposition with a steely glare. For God's sake, he even locked eyes with the Genociders one year ago and didn't so much as whimper. Now, and only now, is he unsure of his actions. Is it worth the price that *must* be paid if humanity's survival is to be guaranteed? Could he ensure the deaths of countless millions, or even billions, so that these goals might be met? Could the ends possibly justify the means?
Byron was perpetually dressed like he was going into the office; his suit and tie neatly pressed and free of any wrinkle. His hairline was beginning to recede and his black hair graying; he was clean shaven. His eyes were large and predatory; used to spotting and exploiting weakness in an opponent. He always seemed calm and collected and unsurprised, but not tonight; no definitely not tonight.
Tonight was different, tonight begins a plan a year in the making. Tonight he and other like-minded individuals prepared for war, a war to topple those bureaucrats sucking the life out of the human race for their own greedy intentions. The room he stood in was sparsely decorated and roughly six hundred feet beneath the surface of Eden. It was dimly lit as if a high-class restaurant, except for a single lounge chair, computer, and food supply this room was completely empty. He stared at the computer screen for what felt like hours.
Input Command:_
the computer asked for confirmation on the order. The order he prepared to give seemed enough to damn him to hell for eternity. He funded an off-the-grid project to reassemble a portion of the genociders on seperate worlds; they worked to repair their most hated enemy so that they might spur the people into rebellion; to rise up and overthrow the slow behemoth bureaucracy of the UEC. This war would be a gamble and perhaps choke the life out of humanity entirely, but it was necessary. Byron Samar hardened his heart and girded himself. The Age of the Merchant was over; the Age of the Warrior was dawning. The universe is hostile and humanity must respond in kind.
Input Command: Evolve or Die_
and with that the great Byron Samar, President and CEO of Horus Hydroponics, the most profitable and successful terraformation corporation in history, the man who stares down all of his opposition with a steely glare wept bitterly for the unfathomable destruction he unleashed onto his fellow human beings for the greater good.
He would see justice brought to himself, he would ensure his death and with that he hoped that would serve as penance for this unforgivable act; he would never live in his new world. For now, however, he had a government to topple.
Down with the United Earth Confederation, long live the Empire of Terra.
God help us all.
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