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The Honored One, Chapter 9

“You’ve actually seen this ship, right?” Satoru asked, raising a brow as he sat on a nearby chair on the other side of the room, as far away from the father and daughter duo as he could get. It was a good thing they noticed his discomfort and seated themselves equally farther, as well, to everyone’s advantage. They seemed oddly used to such treatment, Satoru noted. He wondered, then, if it was due to their unique interaction with Cursed Energy. Everyone, not just sorcerers, p...

The Honored One, Chapter 8

As it turned out, trying to absorb the ambient Cursed Energies was a lot like trying to fill a bucket without a bottom or trying to paint on air. Not impossible. But extremely difficult. It reminded him, somewhat, of Sukuna’s Malevolent Shrine, a barrier-less domain. Though impossible, until the King of Curses went and used it anyway. That was another thing Satoru had to figure out at some point. He’d seen the flow of Cursed Energy when Sukuna activated it. He understood the theo...

The Honored One, Chapter 7

Satoru grabbed another disc, after removing the last one, and placed it on the DVD player. Fortunately, he recognized the Latin Numerals on the discs and figured that, since the first one he’d plucked had the symbol for the number “6” on it, the others should be similarly labeled. Hopefully, whoever recorded these things bothered to actually organize their stuff, because it’d be very annoying if a disc that was labeled with the number “10” turned out to be the fifth log or somethi...

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A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 21

They were traitors and heretics – all of them. Hence, I didn’t feel particularly bad about desecrating their bodies. In truth, they should thank me; at the very least, by becoming my experimental test subjects, they’d be serving the Imperium of Mankind one last time. Was it not an honor to serve, even in death? Or was it rather presumptuous of me to think so? Whatever the case, I was going to make use of the remains, one way or another. There had to be at least a thousand kilograms’ w...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 20

The first thing I did was cut my own finger. And by that I meant I bit down and ripped it right off to produce a lot of blood. A clean slice didn’t produce the results that I wanted. It also helped that the holes in the Power Armor were just about large enough for me to fit my severed pointer finger through. It was painful and incredibly uncomfortable, but, considering I’d once been reduced to nothing more than brain and skull fragments, this really was nothing more than...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 19

“It’s not abandoned.” I stated the obvious, noting all the moving figures within the ruined fortress. Despite my enhanced senses, I couldn’t quite make out the details; so, I had absolutely no idea who the figures in there were. I wasn’t even sure just what they were doing. The most likely possibility was that they were heretics, setting up weapon emplacements. Unfortunately, given the rather steep climb, blindly rushing in, which – in all honesty – was what I wanted to do, woul...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 18

“I will do as you command, my lord.” I said.

And all the golden lights and flames and colors disappeared in a flash. I blinked and found myself amidst the company of the Astartes who’d been my enemies just moments ago. I knew who they were now, their true nature, and where their loyalties lied. I approached the one whose breastplate I’d shattered and bowed. I harmed a fellow servant of the Emperor. “Forgive me, lord Astartes; I mistook you for an enemy.”

The Astartes e...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 17

“Cease!”

The Astartes, every single one of them, fell to their knees and bowed their heads as a pillar of golden light erupted around us, accompanied by an overwhelmingly powerful presence that seemed to ring in my ears and cause the very air around us to distort, shuddering. My eyes widened as I turned and looked around me, only to see only gold and bright shimmering ghost lights. Even the Astartes had disappeared, gone as though they were never there. A trillion s...

Filum Maleficarum, Chapter 3

The whole world spun, rang, and rumbled. Gabriel was fairly certain that his right shoulder was dislocated and that a few of his ribs were fractured. He couldn’t feel his legs, but his eyes were fixed on them, and they appeared to still be capable of movement. Temporary damage to his ability to perceive his own body, perhaps, likely brought on by head trauma of some kind? That seemed likely. It was also one of the worst possibilities. Tsk, he’d detonated the bomb too early; he was too clo...

Filum Maleficarum, Chapter 2

“Has the water been fixed, Miss Jean?” The boy asked, smiling the same practiced smile he displayed every single time he wasn’t working – a skill he was proud of after years of honing. At times, he wasn’t even sure if he was still pretending; that’s how good he’d gotten with it.

Miss Jean was the elderly matron of the apartment building he chose to live in. It was a small, but well-kept place in the city of Manila’s uptown area, where the air was cleaner and the nearby s...

Filum Maleficarum, Chapter 1

Several weeks prior...

"Three kilometers," the boy whispered to himself, inhaling deeply as he observed his target through the binoculars pressed against his eyes. The subject of his scrutiny was Honda Nishiki, a Japanese businessman deeply embroiled in drug and organ trafficking, with ties extending to over a hundred syndicates across Southeast Asia. The man was old and overweight, his skin sagging over a face that seemed disproportionately large for his body. Nishiki, according to the...