…Subject is under condition of observation by a proof witnessing of Black Rage during combat .Discovery isolated to possible possession of chaos power, dismissed by proof from hibernation and biological scan. Behavior is cooperative, action: standby...
“What was the inspiration that the Emperor gave for you to be here this day?”
“I am here for I am under suspicion by many who chose to be my own antagonist”
“There are those who think me as a heretic and those who rain cries of a saint”
“I myself is a natural enemy, to me greed and selfishness would only bring my own demise. The power I weld is the same power given that stand beside me.”
Quotes from my confession, and inauguration of the Ecclesiarchy. I was forced to be there as a child, to be monitored. It was easy for them to understand in the Emperor’s presence and an excuse so the Inquisition is closer on my own back. It was ironically progress in an iron cage. In what little freedom the reward gives in turn of my successes I am forever a tool to purge without commends.
I knew one apothecary accidentally blurted that I was a psyker. I would wonder if the curse I currently have was avoidable and non-existent. Also I would wonder if the power inside me was fake or real. Does the Emperor bless me for my plight that I must live my life?
I keep going, even so with hollow respect and honor. It is nothing of a meal for my empty stomach for love, a flavor I would not taste.
Then I dream of my own nightmares, the things that I fear. I see them, the people that die in my eyes. Enemies, comrades, and those who dared to duel with my life. I began to make sense to both who battle among themselves.
They never stop fighting.
Then the duel contender would find me in a fury of close combat, to test their own strength. They would be the enemies I personally felled. I defeat them every night. Till a point when courage alone does not work without feeling. I wanted to converse with my foe in my dreams, to learn and for why. They are all in my dreams, so I began to befriend them. Even so to the point I begged for them to stop I still met a doom to my own second life in my sleep.
I was scared.
There would only be the place I would favorably go to. But it would not be present till I expire.
I would live in this glory but die like a dog.
“Temos, we are here for a witch hunt” Joan explained
“A witch you say?” he got out of his land fall gaze.
“Do you know of witches, sorcerers?
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