Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Sin of Weakness and the Death of Fatherhood.


I have long since believed that people do not appreciate the gift that having parents is. I do not speak merely of the gift of birth, for that is a gift few individuals that find themselves scorning will posses for long, but the gift of having someone raise you in love and with care. To have someone to guide you that wishes you nothing but your success due to your very existence being part of their legacy is not something I was blessed with in my second life in this cursed existence.

The first moments of my second life were spent in an orgy, my own mother giving birth to me while in the midst of her profane revelry, perhaps hoping that my birth would bring her to greater heights of extasy and pleasure. I do not know if she succeeded, nor do I care for I still remember the first thing that passed my lips to offer 'sustenance' and it was not milk despite sharing the same color.

To be born an Aeldari would have been considered a boon by many, a long life with Immortality within reach, great power and a legacy that has seen stars be born and the same stars die of old age. I did not get to bask in it for all that is my birthright are its ecstatic death throes, and I suppose a chance at life once more.

I am thankful of the Maton, out robotic servants, and of the Patriarch of the Orphanage that found me in the pile of fluids and objects of which the least disgusting were blood and rotten flesh. Without them my life would have ended by my 4th​ horrible sunrise.

As it is, today I turn 3 years old, old enough to be given a name by the Maton that now looks after me after the last eldar worker looking over us died of old age, the poor man's crystallization finally catching him while eating with us. His hands were still held in prayer to the Gods which have abandoned us, his face the wrinkled and scarred visage I have come to give the title of 'Father'.

He was the last man to look over the last orphanage of the 'World of shimmering lakes and Third most Beautiful Sunrise'.

There are five orphans left. Me, three other nameless and our oldest sister, a prodigious 12 years old girl I had to stop from committing suicide just today or at least try to.

"Elder sister, please do not leave us alone." I pleaded for the second time with the only source of guidance me and the triplets had left.

I was the only one capable of giving this plea, for the three other soon to be damned souls did not yet know how to physically speak or walk, or do anything but cry and wait for sustenance to come.

The girl looked at me, her eyes hollow of all things but the actual physical orbs she could look at us with. Her dark hair was short and done in a pixie cut that did a lot to frame her lovely grey eyes and beautiful face. Her cheeks were full and despite the hollowness of her eyes, her face and body were the picture of perfect Eldar health thanks to our Maton caretakers.

It is truly a pity that a face so young and pretty had none of the joy being such an age should be accompanied by.

"I know what awaits you and me, what awaits us, I wish to try again for another life, one free of this madness." She replied.

Her voice held less emotion than her eyes did, something I did not believe was possible before I heard her speak.

I looked at her, dressed in the same white garments of a loose white blouse and pants that I wore but made to fit her stature.

She was an old soul, someone which has gone through many reincarnations before. She told me a year ago that her last twenty lives were cut short or so miserable she herself put an end to them to try again to relive something approaching a good life without giving in to the pleasure cults, but all she received for it was the continued horror of existence in the Empire of Ten Million Stars.

"You have been trying for twenty lives sister…" I tried to reply but she interrupted me, the barest ember of fury coloring her voice.

"I am not your sister." She replied vehemently, her voice filled with more emotion than I've ever heard from her.

"We are siblings, if not by blood, then by our upbringing at the feet of the man that tried to give us a life worth living."

My voice was not trembling, it had not wavered or lost any of its strength. Unlike hers my voice was still filled with emotion, with sadness and depression still, but it yet had emotion and something resembling conviction.

She just nodded at it, a motion so mechanical I am certain I have seen a Maton with more emotion in it than her movements.

"I do not believe so, the Patriarch tried, Isha and Asur bless his soul, but we are not siblings. Any chance at it died with him." Was her reply to my statement, she no longer looked at me.

And that was that, I was now the oldest sibling to triplets, two boys and a girl who only had me and three Maton work-forms to look after them.

She left us then, moving from the dining table made out of exquisite red wood and the chairs made out of a material I learned to know as Wraithbone.

She moved from the room to the hallway, her stride swiftly followed by the barest whisper of the wind.

" Dirt and unsanitary fluids detected, proceeding with cleaning operations." was the reply of the Maton work-form nearest to me, the other two being busy with feeding the triplets.

She, for she took a form vaguely resembling the feminine Eldar form but headless, left the room and followed the steps of my former sister to clean her corpse from the pristine hallway.

I was now the head of the family, a family of Nameless with only the Maton to look over us.

" Maton I have reached the age of childhood, I require a name." I asked the returning form, the cleaning of the corpse of our former sister done.

" Bessar Agail* is an appropriate name, do you accept it? "The robotic form replied after less than a second's thought. Her voice was monotone but still felt like it had more warmth than that of my now deceased former sister.

'Sharp and Valorous' was a good name for a sword, not for an orphan, but it would do. All I needed was for someone to grant me one as is tradition, the actual name far less important than having being given a name to use.

"I do." I replied blandly and proceeded to trying to finish my meal, the meal which was interrupted by the deaths of the 2 beings older than me that were supposed to look over me.

"I suppose it's my job as the eldest sibling to look over the 3 of you now." I said after finishing the false meat provided by the Maton.

I looked at my 3 siblings that had themselves finished eating before me some time ago.

My mind opened like a flower in full bloom and connected with theirs. The three welcomed me like they always did.

My soul whispered to them in the tunes of the funeral dirge, one that sang for the deaths that had occurred and might occur next.

"I am the only one left to look after you, as such it is left to me to ask you this. You have heard our sister, so you too understand what is about to come. Thus, I ask you this, do you wish to roll the dice as our sister did?"

"We need to discuss among ourselves." Was their reply, delivered by the firstborn brother, it came with similar tones as the one I had sent.

It is a sad day indeed that the answer was not an immediate no. I wish I could have anyone but the tools near me to keep me company, I craved for anything resembling human or eldar interaction and did not wish to face this existence alone even if it would probably be a kinder fate for them to follow in the footsteps of our former sibling.

"I do not wish for it myself so if you choose to try and find meaning in this life I will help as your older brother." I told the triplets, my thoughts filled with hope.

They were not old souls, but new ones made out on the same day they were born two months ago. This should make them more likely to take me on my offer.

"We will consider it in our deliberations… brother." was their reply.

The bloom of my mind finished my mind closed to the world around me.

"Maton, please take my siblings to their room, they need rest after their meal."

I instructed the Maton. The guardians of my younger siblings took them to their room, their androgynous forms and blank faces moving without a word or acknowledgement, merely fulfilling the order they were given.

The female looking Maton left to her duties as well. It was only me left at the now empty table.

'I have to go about making some runes' I thought to myself.

I still could not use the raw power that was meant to be my birthright, my form too young and my skills to undeveloped to do so safely but I could create runes of my own making in order to do anything more than use telepathy.

It was the only thing I could do.

I did not think about how my siblings did not cry at the death of our father in all but blood or that of the sister that used to tell us stories from her past lives. I was too busy trying to keep my mind busy to not think about how tomorrow I might be left fully and truly alone.



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Author note:
* Bessar Agail = Berach Gal to keep with the pseudo-celtic naming convention of the eldar.

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