The Tale of Cystus the Malignant Part 2: The Children of Rot

From 2d4chan
Jump to navigation Jump to search

Cystus The Malignant sighed, his bulbous form heaving itself onto a broken pillar, watching as another world slowly decayed thanks to his gifts. Of course, he always made sure he had one to speak to at the end, just so he could gloat for a while. This one, though, was an oddity. Not only had he taken three souls as his audience, one was an Ogryn, large and stupid, yet oh so formidable, broken by the rot eating away at his spinal cord, the other was one of those suicidal Kriegsman, so eager to meet their demise, yet this one, barely even old enough to have hair on his chin, clung desperately to the mighty Ogryn’s arm, begging him not to let him die. The final one though, was the only that was meant to live, a commissar, so proud and righteous of his devotion to the rotting corpse who so defiantly refused to accept his own entropy. Yet Cystus spared three lives, the hulking corpse finally growing bored of the violence.

“WHYZ ‘E NOT KILLIN’ UZ BOZZ?” The Ogryn questioned, his deep voice still ringing strong, even as his lower body began to turn to mush. “I know not, Rig, but do not let your faith in the emperor falter. If he wills it, then we shall live. 517, have you anything useful to do beyond making a mockery of yourself?” The commissar barked. The Ogryn, Rig as it would seem, stiffened, muttering a simplistic prayer to himself. The Kriegsman, or rather boy, designated the number 517 stopped crying for a moment, the mucus still heavily running from his nose, boils beginning to rim his orifices. “M-my name is not 517, Kalex, it’s Cedric Inagrus. To hell with being faceless, I want to live damnit and the emperor has abandoned us!”

The last sound Cystus heard before sliding away from his perch was the commissar’s hand slapping across the boy’s face, probably bursting the giant pustules. “YOU SHALL WATCH YOUR TONGUE, BOY. THE EMPEROR-Has abandoned you, child.” The commissar froze as the monolithic shadow of The Malignant one shrouded him. “Calm thy voice, child of the stubborn corpse. You shall not die until I will it so, none of you will.” Cystus sat, the ground slightly sizzling from the fluids excreting from his slick skin.

Cystus clutched both sides of his helmet, fused to his skin. Ripping it away, he revealed the horrific face he owned. Three bulging black eyes, solid in color and endless in depth gazed into their very souls, a nurgling swimming within the topmost eye. His mouth had split into three distinct parts, tongues slathering out of each cheek, yet he spoke clearly nonetheless. “I have heard your names. You, powerful Ogryn, you go by Rig, no?” “Yezzir, daz muh name dat I did giv to mesef.” The Ogryn chimed brightly, as if forgetting that this man did this to them. “Be quiet you thick skulled meat shield! Can you not see that he is trying to taint us further with his chaos ma-“ A squelching slap from Cystus shut the noisy commissar up. Nurgle help him why did he decide on a commissar of all people. “Very good…a strong name for an undoubtedly strong warrior.” Rig grinned from ear to ear, splitting open his cheeks in the process.

“And you, young Kriegsman, you’re first designation numbers are 517?” The boy let go of Rig’s arm, it would appear these two had been friends for some time. “Death Korps of Krieg unit 517-88704-126, is my official name designation, but I said I prefer Cedric Inagrus.” Cystus softly stroked the boy’s chin with one of the claws of Syphilius, his power gauntlet permanently fused as his left hand. Where it would normally rot away anything at its touch, it retracted his ailments. “You shake as you speak, begging for answers, Cedric, yet you yourself have no identity to fear beyond a name. You truly are an oddity, but a brave one. Not many would ask of me anything, let alone speak of their chosen name… but for you, I grant you this wish. Now, cast aside your worries, you have felt not what your companions feel, the rot in you is slow, and painless. Rest easy for now, young oddity.” Cedric hesitated, yet calmed, leaning again on Rigs slab-like arm, his physical ailments receding, as were Rig’s.

“And you, you are- “I AM COMMISSAR KALEX, AND YOU WILL NOT ADDRESS ME AS SUCH. MY NAME WILL NOT GRACE YOUR PUTRID LIPS YOU SCUM SUCKING BLOA-“ Cystus shoved his right hand into the commissar’s mouth, loose, slimy skin slaking off, making him gag as it assaulted his tastes. Of course, he also screamed when his jaw broke from the size of his hand, and when his illnesses sped up rapidly, sores ripping open, revealing maggots and worms, pustules swelling then bursting. “You should learn to be more silent, Kalex. I have not even directly harmed any of you save for yourself, and I only hurt you so that you stop disturbing the tranquil silence of this world.”

The three men looked at him like he was mad, chaos and tranquility? It seemed impossible. “No…in truth, if I could spread Nurgle’s gifts as painlessly as possible, I would. I wish not to harm any of you, Nurgle’s gift is one of peace and painlessness, not of strife and agony.” The Chaos lord looked to all three men, only one truly rotting away. “Nurgle’s love is the truest thing in this universe. He promises you an end to your suffering! He gives you the realization that every moment is a joyous occasion worth laughing to…when you acknowledge that all meaning points towards entropy, and that you are always growing closer to decay, how could you not be happier? You’re very existence will fill the meaning of the universe with no effort! You can live in a perpetual state of contentedness, barely even awake. All that Grandfather asks of you is to not change, ever, and to accept your past anguishes, to allow your former blights to come back with more force, and allow his new gifts to accompany them. In time, you will notice you cannot even feel those pains any longer. That is Nurgle’s test. To withstand all of your past troubles all at once…only to realize they don’t hurt, you’ve felt his loving embrace…can your God Emperor give you the same?”

Rig’s face scrunched up, trying to find any argument, yet a life with no pain, no worries, never having to change for no stinkin’ commysar, it was so appealing “You’z right, big man. Nurgel’z got da only real luv in da world.” Cedric took in both Rig and Cystus’ words. All his life he was nobody, all his life being nobody meant he could be abused with no repercussion, just another designation number to forget about. “I…I want to feel happy…I wanna be loved by someone.” Cystus smiled at the pair, they would do nicely.

“COWARDS! THE LOT OF YOU. EMPEROR PROTECTS EVEN IN TIMES LIKE THESE. I…I WILL NOT FALTER AGAINST EVEN…EVEN THE MOST….comforting of offers... no more paperwork…no more idiot conscripts…I could finally relax…” Cystus smirked, the commissar was foolish to think he would be given the same treatment, especially when his reasoning was so shallow. “Foolish mortal, you only embrace Grandfather’s love to escape petty troubles, and in doing so, you leave others to suffer in your place. May your soul find no respite in Nurgle’s wondrous garden, and may you find yourself wedged within the cavernous arsehole of a great unclean one!” The commissar blanched as his entire body swelled outward with rot and gas. “Y-YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I EMBRACED HIM, THAT MEANS I GET OFF EASY!” Cystus bellowed with laughter that sprayed forth great chunks of phlegm. “YOU EMBRACE NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN SELFISH DESIRES! NOW PERISH, SOUL UNFIT FOR GRANDFATHER’S LOVE!” Kalex’ body swelled once more, hair falling out in gelatinous clumps as blood vessels burst, great geysers spewing from his paper thin skin. With one last scream as his eyes bubbled and putrefied to nothingness, the avaricious, greedy Commissar Kalex toppled forward, his body bursting, any sort of fluid sizzling away before splattering on the two new apprentices of Cystus. Kalex’ bloated, broken body bubbled and dissolved to a slurry of bone and viscera before Cystus’ feet.

“Now…my children, will you embrace my gesture of good will towards you both, and join me in spreading Grandfather Nurgle’s greatest blessing?” Both Rig and Cedric heartily agreed with a resounding yes, their bodies still only turning slightly paler, bulging forth with sores hardly sprouting on them “Whaz da big oideuh Bozz? Why ain’t we getting’ all big’n goopy likez yazelfz?” Cystus took both of them by the hand, ushering them towards a ritual circle he prepared for himself to be teleported back to his personal quarters within the great Necrophagia” “Oh children, you must start with small injuries, in due time, you’re forms will be blessed by Grandfather’s gifts, and you will gain your own beautiful new bodies.” With that, the ritual circle engulfed them in flies, sending them to the Plague Lord’s ship. On the planet below, the final living soul was gone, and another message was sent to Terra: “Cystus’ children of rot have been found. Our love will spread even farther now.” The high lords looked to one another with true fear, finally deciding that they could no longer ignore him and continue their petty squabbles. They were going to send their last possible trump cards.

They were going to send the entire Ultramarine Chapter to finish off Cystus The Malignant.

Cystus' Saga[edit | edit source]

Retrieved from "http://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=The_Tale_of_Cystus_the_Malignant_Part_2:_The_Children_of_Rot&oldid=493297"