Escalation
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commonplaceNotes: shipwreck_light requested a story with Chenek remembering his favorite kill.
Experimenting on the humans was more of a hobby than a serious study by then, but Chenek and the others needed to do something to keep themselves occupied, didn't they? They were entitled to it. And it wasn't as if the humans mattered. It was just something to do while they waited for the planes to align so they could make their exits. Then their servants and children could have what was left of the place and that would be the end of it.
But someone got impatient. Or perhaps self-righteous. Chenek couldn't be bothered to pay enough attention to differentiate. He only knew that he had walked in on Wodinaz standing over Tzymir with the blade while Wiljon and Wehaz held him down. Chenek hadn't been fond of his brother, exactly, but this sort of thing from their creations? It could not be tolerated.
He waited patiently for his revenge. He let them take their humans away from the Mu base, use Tzymir's stolen blood and bone and magic to build civilizations that they called Atlantis and Lemuria.
Chenek walked among them, then, disguised as a man. He brought his sisters, Kaana and Oc Ha and Takin, and they spoke to those their creations cared about. It took years, but they had missed their window to leave thanks to Wodinaz and the others. Chenek had time to push the humans just a bit, this way and that, an illness here and a lust for power there.
And he had time to savor it when civilizations collapsed, when Wodinaz was exiled to wander by his own pets, when Wehaz was bound for his troubles, when Wiljon was taken prisoner. He sat with his sisters and toasted the destruction of everything their creations had worked for, and they laughed and thought their brother avenged.
Of course, it was more complicated than that, but though the centuries, very little else would feel as satisfying. Killing one man or even a hundred didn't compare to killing civilizations.
shipwreck_light requested a story with Chenek remembering his favorite kill.Experimenting on the humans was more of a hobby than a serious study by then, but Chenek and the others needed to do something to keep themselves occupied, didn't they? They were entitled to it. And it wasn't as if the humans mattered. It was just something to do while they waited for the planes to align so they could make their exits. Then their servants and children could have what was left of the place and that would be the end of it.
But someone got impatient. Or perhaps self-righteous. Chenek couldn't be bothered to pay enough attention to differentiate. He only knew that he had walked in on Wodinaz standing over Tzymir with the blade while Wiljon and Wehaz held him down. Chenek hadn't been fond of his brother, exactly, but this sort of thing from their creations? It could not be tolerated.
He waited patiently for his revenge. He let them take their humans away from the Mu base, use Tzymir's stolen blood and bone and magic to build civilizations that they called Atlantis and Lemuria.
Chenek walked among them, then, disguised as a man. He brought his sisters, Kaana and Oc Ha and Takin, and they spoke to those their creations cared about. It took years, but they had missed their window to leave thanks to Wodinaz and the others. Chenek had time to push the humans just a bit, this way and that, an illness here and a lust for power there.
And he had time to savor it when civilizations collapsed, when Wodinaz was exiled to wander by his own pets, when Wehaz was bound for his troubles, when Wiljon was taken prisoner. He sat with his sisters and toasted the destruction of everything their creations had worked for, and they laughed and thought their brother avenged.
Of course, it was more complicated than that, but though the centuries, very little else would feel as satisfying. Killing one man or even a hundred didn't compare to killing civilizations.