So here's the first real instalment in my series about my bad guy Lullaby from the roleplaying game
Black Crusade/Warhammer 40k. As I said in an update before I decided to write down all his adventures, and because he's gay and very sexual I thought that maybe they fit here. I have also tried out a new style of writing so you could say this is a experiment.
What do you think happens when an insane person who only knows hate is given a weapon and is taught to kill the ones he hates?
The world is set in the 41st millennium where humans live scattered around the universe in a so called Empire where a special emperor keeps the humanity alive with his own life power. Because The Emperor has grown so weak the human realm has started to fall apart. The humans live a very strict life and has to constantly fight for survival against different types of creatures and demons who lives in the universe, and also many times against them selves. The human world is very corrupted and here and there heretics are born from ordinary people who gets seduced by one of the four dark chaos gods and lives the life of evil and death. The heretics are constantly chased and the more infamous the heretic gets the more the Empire turns their eyes on him/her.
This is the story of my heretic Lullaby who is very self-confident but also very hurt and broken as a human. He's totally insane and knows nothing of what is right and wrong. Even if he's very innocent at heart in a way he's also very dangerous and corrupted, and the more the time went the more infamous he got. In the end the super little gay boy who could charm the pants off of a grown man became so known in universe he became a legend.
Do you dare to get to know him?
Me about Lullaby: He stands for a lot of stuff I won't support. He was created to be as far away from me as a person as possible, and in the beginning I felt pretty angry at him for being so "stupid". But the more I played him the more I began to love him, and now he's my baby and favorite character even if he's a horrible person in so many ways. In the end I also feel a lot in common with him. I guess some parts of him was created from my subconscious and at times I can really relate myself to him. I also love to play the evil guys in games, and I always root for the bad guys in movies and anime so he was really
REALLY entertaining to play! But because he was so complex even though he was very simple minded as a character I had a very hard time playing him. My brain was always turned into a goo. LOL! He needs a lot of my brain capacity and an enormous amount of energy to be played. Now he's removed from play though because he became so powerful that the Game Master didn't want to allow him as an active character. Lullaby's more or less an NPC (non playable character) now. I miss him so much... (T_T)
Warning!
This story is very dark. I have to warn sensitive people from reading it. His background is very horrible and I myself had a very hard time writing it. It contains a lot of provocative subjects.
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| Picture of Lullaby as demon god made by me. Before when he was a human
he didn't have the tail, horns and purple skin. His helmet wasn't
cracked either. Picture took 26 hours to make from scratch. |
When I look at people I feel disgusted. They are stupid and predictable, boring
and untrustworthy. The world of humans is a dark and gloomy place, and I have
been cursed by once being forced to live in that fucked up world as one of
these humans. Why do I hate humans? Because the humankind didn’t give a shit
about me and gave me nothing but hell.
I still ask – I don’t know who – what I did to deserve the hurt and deceit I
got from both my family and the old man. I still ask – I don’t know who – why
no one came when I cried for help during all these seventeen years filled with
neglect and abuse. You see – I have no one to ask, and I didn’t have anyone to
cry for. I have never had a name to call out for when I’m in need and even if I
had I was already too broken to call for them. The ones I should have been able
to call out and reach for were the ones who were guilty for making my life as
it was. Every day as a young boy I asked myself “Is this what my life is for, to waste in a world full of these bad
people?”
Six years. That’s all I have lived this far. It was right after my seventeenth
birthday that I got free from all the pain. Before that I wasn’t alive. Six
years ago I got the courage to grip the handle of freedom. Before that I was a
doll filled with chaotic emotions and bending to all the demands of other
people. When I got older I wanted to rise up and look my demons in the eyes to
tell them to piss off, but no matter how hard I tried they had a grip on me
that was tight enough to almost suffocate the life out of me. My little will to
stand straight crackled under the heaviness of other people’s greed and desires.
I had learned from my childhood that tears and begging didn’t help, so I just
did as told. Just cope with the pain. That was my first lesson in life.