“I opened my eyes and witnessed the light”.

  The dust around the lone cloaked figure began to settle, As he stood there tall, motionless and silent, A truly Monolithic presence. The figure seemed like a forlorn soul as it stood there neither man or machine but something far more greater… Something far more sinister.

  “He blessed me with meaning as he promised me freedom”.

  Around the figure, men and women soldiers of the current universal dominators, the Exalted, stood around him guns and energy weapons alike raised up ready to unleash hell upon him. To him they where insects, mortals who meant nothing in the great game built upon the lies of those who hold power. It has always been like this and will continue to be. As he stared around him, he felt nothing but resentment towards the hopeless before him even though they where nothing.

  “The esteemed Creator gave me the ultimate weapon to fulfil my purpose”.

  The dust was still, the Figure held the decapitated head of a soldier in his hand blood flowing down it, as he stood upon a mountain of corpses and machines of war. His were eyes glowing a blood red beneath his cloak giving a sinister glare at the soldiers as he could see the fear irradiating off them like it was a physical thing.

  “He gave me his Hatred”

  Light pierced through the dark clouds that covered the battlefield a tiny bit shining upon the cloaked figure revealing his Black steel battle plate of unknown origin. Upon his plate was labelled VI in large white lettering as old damage on his Armor became visible, the clouds blocked out the light again only leaving his red glowing eyes silently judging these souls as they stared down their end.

  “I rode forth, spreading his rule into the depths of oblivion”.

  He began to walk down the mountain of corpses each step making a squelching sound as more blood leaked out of the lifeless bodies. Energy began crackling slightly beneath his cloak like lightning dancing across his black Armor revealing more of it. With only the energy coming off his figure as a light source, it seemed that his helmet and Armor were one, Small and large battle scars covered some parts like it had seen numerous wars, Yet it was still bulky and enormous like he could charge through a mountain and shatter it. There were also golden engravings and inscriptions from a long lost civilization upon it, the energy seemed to make the gold pulse as it glides across the black Armor, giving him an ornate royalty look. He continued marching down, his helmet was shaped like a gas mask but more alien and militaristic. His round eyes continued to glow red as he stared at them.

  “Modelled after the Emperors of old I was his power and rule given sentience… In time, I too would become a relic of the past”

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  He finally reached the bottom, The corpses behind him made his figure more ominous and daunting, They knew he was old, far older than their empire, But they also knew that if not dealt with he would bring ruin to them as well. He stood still as he paused basking in the moment as he watched their fear of the unknown.

  “Yet I came. I saw. I conquered”

  He began to raise his open hand slowly above his head as the energy around him got more intense, The streaks of lightning-like energy that came off him scorched the environment as it made contact. The pressure Flowing from him felt like a strong wind pushing the soldiers back as they stared in horror. They knew the end was inevitable.

  Inside his helmet the visor came to life, displaying all sorts of vitals and energy levels “Decimatus protocol engaging” A woman’s voice said to him but it had no warmth, it was a cold and soulless machine almost similar to him. Finally, the energy stopped pouring from him as it went back into his body in a blink of an eye making a great and thunderous sound. Time seemed to slow down. Everything became still and silent for him as the soldiers around him were frozen in horror, as if they were unaware of their current state. “Energy output at 10 percent, Redeemer you may engage”.

  Redeemer. There was a time when it meant to be a Liberator, a Peacemaker, the voice’s of his righteous choir who would spread his influence and reach throughout the cosmos itself, spreading his golden empire that was both prosperous and at peace into the stars. Now it has a new meaning.

  He who Hates.

  “This is what happens when you give them a step and they take a mile.” The last Redeemer, his very existence a contradiction. He continued thinking to himself as he remembered his creator's last words before he disappeared.

  “Six. You are the last and remain forever loyal… why?”

  Six responded instantly.

  “Because it is my purpose. I am your will.”

  The creator paused as he continued to stare out into the distance finally speaking after a moment.

  “Your brothers and sisters have earned their freedom, and in return they betrayed me…”

  The anger in the creators’ voice became apparent.

  “But you have always been free Six. For your will is my will".

  He spoke in a calm tone.

  Six already knew this information, If he was able to get angry at his maker he would already be dead. Luckily this went against all his logic and every fibre of being, as he was made to serve.

  His freedom was his eternal Imprisonment.

  His Maker. A Golden Lord of deceit gave him his last order and his final message.

  Back in the present Six finally clutched his hand into a fist while it was raised in the air. It was quiet for a moment and the soldiers stared, then as if nature and the laws of the universe deemed it so, The army and Machines of war amassed around him were instantly crushed and turned into either scrap or piles of gore as if gravity itself became alive and aware and despised their very existence.

  Finally, all was truly silent and still. Six stood there his glowing red eyes unwavering and cold, as blood dripped down his body and a fine red mist covered the battlefield, colossal machines that could obliterate cities and end nations, now toppled over in the dirt as they burnt away silently.

  “As with all Ends, there was once a beginning" Finally he spoke His voice deep and mechanical yet still biological. But no one was alive to hear his words, as he stood upon the now silent battlefield again, Alone.