Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Imperious Corporalis

Ok, I just wrote up an invisible city. Not the most original idea, but here it is anyway. The city ended up becoming really very morbid and creepy, so read on if your into that. Don't worry, I am not a closet murderer despite what the article might suggest.

Eventual doom inhabits the devouring freeze of the intergalactic void. Peace is not afforded to the stillness of this oblivion. Here, peace is the ancient luxury of saints and fools.

Implacably stalking the monolithic void field is the ether strider known by some as the Imperious Corporalis. The bio crafted, space borne city has hunted the ageless millenia in brooding silence. Its mysteries were long ago submerged beneath myth by the heretical Termafex Seers. Travelling at sub-light speeds, the vessel is currently a momentary detail above the splinter planets of Thraxia Prime.

The enfleshed city is a bleeding jewel in the unspeakable vastness of the void. Pillars of bone grown by flesh magics developed in the Dark Age of the Krieg Mechanicus form the exoskeleton of the vessel. Gnarled, fleshy tendons descend from these pillars like spider limbs to chain the dread guardians forged in their thousands in the catacombs of the flesh smiths. These tortured citizens can always be heard moaning their nightmare catechisms to the emperor-in-flesh. The psychic chorus of their pain nourishes the psi-plastics of the craft's growth nodes, swelling the bone gardens. Eons of bloody cacophony have bloated the vessel's grisly halls and flooded its sinewed blood gutters like a ripe, privileged mosquito. Prepared for its next meal, the Corporalis directs its gaze toward the blue morsel below...


...The sun has left behind it a horizon of brilliant pink hue. A man watches as a pair of fighter jets scythe the view like two naked women sprinting through a flock of fleeing flamingos. He'd seen that on a cable show once. Never forgot it. He wondered about the fighter jets. This was the first time he'd seen any fly over Manitou Springs. He looked straight above him and saw the faint outline of some sort of... bizarre experimental aircraft. As it drew closer, he began to make out bone and tendons and sinew. He vomited. A drop of blood landed on the pavement in front of him. It had begun to rain...

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