810.M30, Pacific Segmentum, Sabbat Worlds, Verghast planet
Jorren Nox, now 10 years old, is working at the guild factory, going about his day like any other. What is different though is the voice that has plagued him for so many years has gone silent.
With the continuous purges he has been doing the amount of corruption within his soul has reduced to the point he believes he would be able to complete his purge very soon.
The only thing left to do now is to go into the under hive and complete the final purge. The anticipation was great on his part.
–Supervisor, i am done with my repair quota for the day i will be leaving,-- he made hand signs to the supervisor
"Quota met? The Guild isn't a charity, boy, stay for the surplus-chits. The Factorum-Master is watching the tallies."
the supervisor had gotten used to seeing Jorren's hand signs that now he knew what he was saying
–That will not be necessary, My tithe to the guild is paid-- Jorren waved his hand as he dismissed him and walked out of the room before anymore talks with the supervisor.
"Tch…young ones do not appreciate the work they are given. A technician's eye costs more than a week's rations….Useless." The supervisor was not happy with that.
His benefits would have increased if only he could get Jorren to work more. Jorren was one of the few that did their job with speed and precision. He will now have to get a technician to do evaluations again, which will further cut into his bonus.
Jorren completing extra quotas would have allowed him to offset the cost of the technician.
Jorren meanwhile was already on his way towards the under hive. His parents worked in the processing factories as supervisors, which is close to the exit from this level.
"The cycle demands four rotations! You'd see us all in the protein-vats for a single missed tally? Incompetent!" Father Nox was screaming at one of the staff.
"It cannot be done, you are trying to cut our rations because of something like this"
"Why not, when i was working here i could complete it every 3 rotations and now you tell me this is the level of work you can do…useless" Mr. Nox now fuming said
"If any of you ruin my allocation this cycle will not even be allowed to work here again."
Saying this he turned to walk away, while the staff were grumbling about the excessive ways of their supervisor. Mr. Nox on the other hand just went towards his office as a hint of blueish light passed through his eyes.
Jorren was waiting in his fathers office through this and did not see any of this.
"Jorren, what brings you here my boy."
–Completed my quota and I am planning to finish some of my studies now.-- Joren still signing with his hands, spoke to his father.
"Completed quota!! That's my boy, but why did you not continue work, you could have gotten a chance from the guild for more resources."
–Father, you remember I am working towards senior technician, so I cannot work for the full hour count. I told you this weeks ago, have you forgotten?--
"Yes, I remember now. Okay go about your business, I will inform your mother when I return to our quarters."
Jorren left soon after a few minutes of chit chat with his father. Making his way through the bending corridors of the hive city, under level. Jorren noted the increasingly stale air present in every junction.
Breathing is not easy in these parts, toxic wastes from the guilds factories are pumped here to be disposed of to the outside. Although most guilds claim they treat the toxins first, it is more of a gesture than an actual treatment.
Jorren finds a secluded location in one of the abandoned waste pipes. He sat on the floor once again ready to complete his final purge.
"Shekk Malvorak, Lemunathan….Piskervision….Cosevornisee" his voice is now high pitched and sounding very grainy.
Years of limited speaking affected the development of his vocal cords.
This time instead of just a pulse a fractal projection appeared in the air. Symbols rotating around it until it shatters. Jorren feels like a part of his soul has been destroyed.
His head jerks back in agony.
Blood vessels burst on his forehead. His eyes. All over his body.
Blood begins to flood out of his body, pooling around him. Then the silver wave hits him, usually a source of comfort, but he has fear in his eyes as it approaches him.
ZZUPP
It enters his body, the missing part of his soul heals a little. Then the pain comes once again.
Arkh…A sound like grinding glass, the air around him frosts with psychic static
He vomits blood this time. The blood is not red as it should be, it has a slight tint of blue in it. As it fell into the blood pooled at his feet and around him, it began to absorb the blood.
Jorren, experiencing his own hell had no time to notice these things. His mind and soul show signs of shattering, with cracks running all around his soul, arggghhhh!!! … he screams at the top of his lungs in pain.
He receives no respite in fainting, he must endure the pain. His soul held together by all his power is cracking further, then out of nowhere…
A silver radiance washes over his soul.
He feels a familiarity with this radiance. Caspian had unconsciously given him aid at this moment. It did not alleviate the pain but the radiance was healing the soul that was about to shatter.
Meanwhile the blood on the ground had completely disappeared. No indication of where it went.
Meanwhile Jorren who was suffering with pain to his mind and soul was also experiencing a transformation. The fractal star on his back began to fill out, slowly it reached close to 50% and stayed there.
Then out of nowhere it immediately passed the 50% mark rushing to complete itself like it has a mind of his own.
BOOOOOMMM!!!
An explosion went off in his mind. He sees the sea of souls, not like others. He sees it more like a substance that could be used to rewrite the very foundations of the world.
It is present in everything, yet exists in nothing. It is constantly moving yet still. It is a massive place yet very small. Time doesn't function there, existence itself is both true and untrue.
His tattoo fill up to 100%. He now understands his abilities given by the tattoo. Reality is his to bend, while with his connection to the sea of souls, his psychic potential has no limits to growth.
"Fuscilanito, Melanatico, Carverlaso….Drevinolian" his voice sounding like a screech echoed out in this empty pipe, as his mind was once again transported into an unknown location.
He saw an Astartes, one he had seen before, when the voice tried to show him the fall of the Imperium. But today he understands who this Astartes is, he is one of his brothers, a fragment of the great father King.
His development will be slow, which will put Father King in danger if this continues.
Things standing as ectoplasm attack the King and his guards could do nothing to protect him. He needs to aid the Astartes to complete his awakening faster.
Jorren stood up, still looking like a child.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Joints, ligaments, bones, and muscles began expanding.
Very quickly Jorren Nox went from a 10 year old boy to a full grown man.