Chapter 58: Don't Come Over Here, Ahhhh...
Omega, drowsy after eating, thought to himself before falling asleep: That was a good meal. My body feels all warm and fuzzy...
Hoo... hah...
Hoo... hah...
"...Hmm... hah..."
Waking up, Omega stretched comfortably and muttered, "What a weird dream." He vaguely remembered turning into a black, spirally-patterned egg. A creature that looked like a Nurgle daemon was holding him, or rather, the "egg" was absorbing the daemon. The daemon was crying for its mother and father, unable to shake the egg off, and was finally eaten clean.
Although it wasn't a good dream, he had slept very well. Omega now felt a hundred times more energetic, his body full of vitality. "No wonder they say seven and eight are the ages even the dogs despise. I haven't really rested in almost four years. Just a few days of rest, and my body has recovered so much. I have so much energy!" Omega kicked his legs, swung his arms, and marveled at the resilience of a "young man's" body.
The traitor, who had not yet received the agreed-upon signal from the daemon, was fighting daemons on the city wall. It didn't work directly? No matter. It's all within expectations. Continue.
You daemons, can't you just slack off a bit? What's the point of fighting so hard? Let me show you the power of this relic I've collected. This was meant for Veyl!
The traitor was a true traitor, but he was also truly fighting the daemons, using all the tricks up his sleeve. If a transmigrator with a bit of literary flair had known the inside story, they would surely have composed a poem:
Title: The World Turned Upside Down
Genestealers guard the nation's gate, Greenskins die for the state.
Heretics purge the daemonic blight, the Imperium slays the loyal knight.
(The Emperor: I'm getting up right now to kill you!)
To vent his boundless energy, Omega was practicing the "Sixteen Forms of the Universal Divine Law" of the "Great Divine Mechanicus Sect."
"First Form of the Universal Divine Law: Life is directed motion, ha!"
"Second Form of the Universal Divine Law: Spirit is the fire of life, hey!"
"Third Form of the Universal Divine Law: Intellect is the ability to grasp the value of knowledge, ho!"
(I'll try not to pad the word count. I'll release the remaining forms when I have time.)
Tonight's dinner was the same as yesterday's. Omega had requested it. He thought last night's meal was particularly good and wanted to have it again. As a "second-generation heir," his request was naturally granted. However, the chef had thoughtfully replaced the decorative sculpture with a new one.
Omega picked up the sculpture and examined it before putting it down. It was a kind gesture, after all. To look at it was a sign of respect for the chef. He, Omega, had always been one to repay kindness with kindness. Having played the "hero" for a day, he hadn't quite gotten out of character.
After eating, he slept...
Hoo... hah...
Where am I? Why am I a "spiral black egg" again? The same dream? Oh, no, the daemon is different.
Heh heh, little one. You can scream your lungs out, but no daemon will come to save you.
Kul'wei? What a stupid name. And a "true name" at that. A daemon born from the "coronavirus" disease? You have successfully awakened some very unpleasant memories in me. You can just die.
Die! Die!
When Omega woke up, his face was pale. He realized something was wrong. The dream was wrong. He was wrong.
"Have I been targeted by Nurgle?"
"That's not right. What kind of daemon corrupts people by crying for its mother and father?"
"With that face, it's more likely to scare people into corruption."
"And what's with my body? I feel too good, too comfortable!"
"This feeling is so familiar..."
The "little brat power" swelling within him made Omega roll from the head of the bed to the foot, and back again... He needed to think quietly, but his body did not want to be quiet. As he rolled, he thought: When did I feel this way before...
The traitor Magos, who was "fighting daemons with all his might after turning to Chaos," had, of course, not received a success signal from the daemon. As he fought, he thought: It didn't work directly again? It seems the suppression on the daemons there is too great. But the daemons are no longer in the sculptures, and there have been no alarms. This means Omega has definitely been possessed, but the daemons are lying dormant. They need help.
I'll send the last sealed artifact. It would be best if it succeeds directly. If not, I'll just wait until the Archmagos lets his 'precious son' out...
Heh heh heh, I'm starting to look forward to what Veyl will say before he dies. Heh heh heh...
The "rolling and thinking" Omega finally remembered why this feeling of boundless energy was so familiar. It was the same feeling he had when he had first led the workers on a hunt! A feeling of inexhaustible vitality. The feeling had not been as strong then as it was now. At the time, he had thought it was because he was too excited. But now he saw that it wasn't that he was excited, but that his body had changed, and that was why he was excited. The relationship was reversed! And the timing also matched the "slowing down" of his body's growth.
What had caused his growth to slow down? The dream! The black egg! The daemons!
The dream was real! Omega realized. The egg was his system! No! The eggshell was his system, and inside was "me"! My soul! The spiral-patterned eggshell could give me "knowledge," "protection." This also explained my high psychic resistance.
And now the "eggshell" had a new ability: to absorb daemons and feed me the "nutrients" from them. The nutrients came from the absorbed daemons. The three main characteristics of Nurgle are life, death, and decay. His daemons naturally inherited his characteristics. It seems the "eggshell" can also separate the "nutrients," not just feeding me everything at once. The "eggshell" is for "nurturing" me, not "killing" me. And my soul has been given the psychic power of "life" by the eggshell. My body, which is interdependent with my soul, has naturally changed, becoming healthier, more energetic, with faster recovery, and a longer life...
Omega had figured out the relationship between the daemons, the black egg, and his body. He smiled. "Hahaha, I laugh at the four in the warp! The red one, a mindless brute; the blue one, a cowardly rat; the green one, a bag of bones; the purple one, a debauched slut! Of all the heroes in the galaxy, there are only me and the Emperor! Hahaha..."
(The Emperor: Hey, brat, don't scare your uncle! Be normal! Let's talk this over! Don't be so rash! Do you hear me? Hey?)
As he laughed, Omega began to cry. " Sob, now no one will tell me the truth. How many years will it take for me to become an adult? The reason I was crying last time wasn't just because I wasn't growing. Sob... I was a virgin before, and now I have to be a child in this life too. Before, it was just a delay of a few decades. Now I don't know how many years I'll have to live to reach puberty... sob... why couldn't I have met a Nurgle daemon after I was an adult? Why did you have to come so early... I'm not like the Emperor, who's been both a man and a woman. I'm still young... sob..."
(The Emperor: Heh heh heh, don't cry. Uncle will give you the chair in the future!!!)
Omega, heartbroken over his "two ounces of flesh," was depressed all day. He only emerged from his gloom as dinner approached. The meal was the same as the past two days. He hadn't said to change it, so the person in charge had assumed he wanted to eat it again.
"Sigh, haven't I lived like this for the past few years? It's just a few more decades. It can't be a few hundred... sob..." Wounding himself again, Omega had no appetite for dinner. He just listlessly poked at his food with his utensils.
He sat there in front of his food. The daemon in the sealed artifact, though suppressed by the anti-psyker materials of the room, was not completely unaware of the outside world. Seeing Omega's state, the daemon assumed it was the result of the corruption of its already-possessed comrades. But Omega was not touching the sculpture, so it couldn't join in.
Here! Here! Come! Touch this sculpture! Touch it and you will forget all your troubles! Come... The daemon, carefully, pushing against the suppression, used its psychic power to influence Omega. The effect? A stone sinking into the sea, casting pearls before swine.
"Forget it, I'm not eating. Have the servitor take the food away."
Hearing Omega's words, the daemon knew it could wait no longer. It had to take a gamble. It didn't care about the consequences of failure. It only cared about whether it had a part in the gift to be offered to the Allfather.
A yellow-green mist rose from the sculpture, forming the vague shape of a daemon, and rushed towards Omega's face. The moment he saw it, Omega knew something was wrong. He had been wracking his brain all day trying to figure out how the daemons had found him. He really didn't understand psykers. Now he understood, but it was too late...
Don't come over here, ahhhh...
The thought had barely formed in his mind when the daemon was upon him.
The warp energy detector monitoring the quarantine room instantly peaked, and then instantly dropped to zero.
Omega, his heart burning with rage at the further postponement of his "little brother's" working time, roared in his mind at the "eggshell": Eggshell, eat slower this time! Savor it, bit by bit! Torture this daemon! Ravage this daemon! Play with this daemon! Make him repent!!!
But the "eggshell" ignored him, as always.
Omega, his soul having already eaten two "green spirit pills," did not need to be asleep this time to see the daemon being absorbed by the "eggshell." The moment the thought arose, his consciousness was in the warp. As expected, having arrived early, the daemon he saw was much more energetic than the previous two. But it wouldn't be for long.
Because Omega could feel that the "eggshell" had grown stronger. It seemed that the "eggshell," as the vessel of his soul, was one with him. As his soul grew stronger, the "eggshell" would also grow stronger. In other words, Omega's soul was an "egg."