"IMMORTALIS" || UNOFFICIAL WARHAMMER 40K AUDIO NARRATED BY A VOX IN THE VOID || DEATH COMPANY
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 19 ต.ค. 2024
- The Death of an Adeptus Astartes is not always the end.
Short story by Andy Smillie
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5-escape-the-dead
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Oh man that audio switch to the new voice :) gave me chills
I tried to make each incarnation different from each other. Thanks for listening!
You sure it's a good idea to put that guy who fell to the black rage into a dreadnought?
I'm sure it wouldn't be a good idea to not put the guy who fell into the black rage into a dreadnought. Better to use the emperors angels than discard them.
Yea what could go wrong?
Cassor the mad
You sure do know how to pick 'em. Nice take on an iconic unit. And very nicely crafted for our ears as ever.
Cheers David. Thanks once again for listening my friend
I wish there was a "like all" button cuz every upload is so damn good
After learning so much of the lore, to come back to this story is such a treat! The Mechanicus is so damned brutal 😭🤯🤪🤖
5:21 “We are the Imperium. Lower your shields, and surrender your ships and planets. We will add your economic and technological capabilities to our own. Your people and culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.” - Great Crusaders, probably.
You deliver the feels of it all this is so very well done and unique content, thank you
THIS IS EPIC!!! Another masterpiece!!
Thank you once again David! You've always got my back 🤘
Excellent!
Truly amazing quality! I hope this channel explodes it deserves to be heard by the millions!! Great work!
I am dying. But this is not my first death. I have died twice before. Blood. Blood was everywhere. It coated my armour like a second skin and hid the serrate symbol of my Chapter.
It clogged the blunted teeth of my chainsword, silencing its adamantium roar. My brothers’ weapons had fallen silent too, their wrath extinguished on the bodies of the enemy. The greenskins lay waist high, a torn wall of corpses heaped around gore-filled craters. They had met us head-on, braying like maddened hounds as their crude weapons barked in their hands. But they knew nothing of true fury. Nothing of the bloodlust that drives all sons of Sanguinius to war.
My own blood still thrummed in my veins, burning like the smouldering husks of the ork war-engines that studded the plain. A cloud of battle-rage hung over me, boiling my brain. Untempered anger wrenched a growl from my lips, demanding I kill again.
I obeyed without pause, slaying the nearest human in a heartbeat. The sodden plates of his carapace crumpled under a hammer blow of my sword. His body broke and tumbled. The pulse in my head quickened like a gleeful child as I slew another Guardsman. I killed another, then another and another. Humans die all too easily, I thirsted for righteous murder.
Discarding my weapons, I began to bludgeon the fleeing weaklings with my gauntleted fists. Ignoring the beads of desperate las-fire that stung my armour, I wrapped my fingers around a head and squeezed. The tang of blood was like ambrosia. I bathed in the smell, relishing death’s visceral facet. Something hard thundered into my helm. I felt my jaw snap. My vision swam. I stumbled, falling as I was struck again.
I had long believed that in death, darkness would claim me.
Instead, I awoke to find that I was the darkness.
Clad in night-black armour, I stood mag-locked in place, trapped in a plummeting drop pod. Red saltires daubed my pauldrons and greaves, marking me out as one of the damned. A polished Chapter symbol was the only sign that I had once stood among the Flesh Tearers. Nine of my new brothers were with me. Their optics slashed crimson holes in the gloom. They growled in sympathy with the rumbling drop pod. A vicious snarl guttered from my own throat, a bestial noise I did not recognise. I felt my muscles bulge beneath my armour, swelling with the urge to rend, to maim, to kill. The altimeter above my head spun down towards zero. For an instant I saw it spin in reverse, counting upwards. Faster and faster, it tallied the lives I had taken and those I surely would.
The pod shuddered as its ferrite petals slammed to the earth. Released from my bonds, I rushed forwards, driven by my thundering hearts, down the ramp and out into the jagged light of battle.
The enemy were everywhere. Lithe warriors in porcelain armour fought with swords that crackled with azure lightning. Others, in thicker, segmented battleplate as dark as my own, fired explosive volleys into the distance.
The porcelain aliens shrieked a battle-cry and charged towards us. I snarled, hatred bursting from my throat in rumbling waves. I could smell their fear, taste their dread at our arrival, and hear the weak thrum of their alien hearts. My sword arm rose and fell, rose and fell, possessed of its own murderous mind as I cut and hacked with a vigour I had never known. Orphaned limbs and broken torsos rained against me like a fleshy storm as I ripped through their ranks. My wrath was unceasing. They would all die. I would kill them. I-
Blood. Blood pooled in my mouth as a crackling sword speared my primary heart.
Darkness took me. Yet I was not dead. I was reborn, gifted a new life as death incarnate. Tortured fragments seared my mind as I awoke entombed. Nightmare remembrances of neural drills, bonesaws and sacs of bio-fluid that had hung above me like a puppet’s strings.
The Chapter’s Sanguinary Priests and Techmarines had interred me within the adamantium womb of a Dreadnought. A burning memory haunted me, the impotent horror I’d felt while strapped to their workbench.
I screamed. 😱🙀
A metallic roar sounded in place of my voice. My mortal form was shattered, my vocal cords long since atrophied. My world had been reduced to snatches of data bundles, fed to my brain through the sarcophagus’s sensoria. My actions were left to the interpretation of consecrated machine-levers and voxamplifiers.
I screamed again, smiling as I listened to the distorted roar!
I was steel and I was wrath, and nothing more.
A thousand klaxons wailed. Their incessant screeching roused my ire, drawing me from my slumber 💤😴 to a vaulted corridor. The broken bodies of Flesh Tearers and the savaged remains of human auxiliaries coated the floor in a sickly flesh-paste.
Weapons fire thundered from every possible direction. I growled in response, slamming the massive power fists attached to my adamantium torso into the wall. I powered into an adjoining corridor, crushing the protruding vertebrae of a dozen creatures beneath the ridged plates of my feet. I roared, elated, as my audio-receptors replayed the snap of xenos spines, looping the sound into my cortex.
A fresh horde of creatures leapt towards me. I caught one in my fist and pulped it with a thought, while flame spat from my other, washing away the rest of the brood and cleansing the corridor of their sickening taint.
A growl sounded from behind me. I turned, though not quickly enough. A monstrous creature, its mouth dripping acid-fire, barrelled into me. It mewled in pain as my fist struck its face, but continued to press me into the wall.
Its claws, each as long as I was tall, tore into me. Yet I felt no pain as it pulled back from the embrace, bisecting me in one fluid twist. My sarcophagus thudded to the floor, like the spent shells of some mighty siege cannon.
My power cell is damaged. My brain function will soon cease. I shall not awaken from this final death....
And I...
Am glad. 😸😁😇🥳⁰
"Orphaned limbs" wow. Use of words provoking thought and feelings!
You and Oculus are the lore masters of u tube.
what a compliment. Thank you brother
Thank you. It has been quite a long day. Your artful content has accompanied through it. You are very talented. Thank you. I look forward to enjoying more of your narrations.
Fantastic recording! ⚔
Oh man, that final line, oof.
This is legendary!
That was great!
Truely awsome
Captivating... and invigorating!
Excellent.
This is pretty metal.
Iv got 2comment cos I liked that, I love some ov the black library short stories some are just as good as the books and novel's I highly recommend em 2 any1p. Big up 2ur team it was very good work
Cheers Lee, I find some of the older, out of print compendium of short stories to be amongst the best of BL.
Great content as always
Many thanks Chris! Thank you for listening!
@@AVoxintheVoid No problem keep up the great work
This is one of your best
Mate, this is such an awesome video. The VO on it is superb and really conveys what’s going on for the Flesh Tearer at every moment of the story.
There are times where it’s gory and horrific, but it gives an amazing insight into someone who fights for good, but ultimately isn’t capable of being good. That contrast and the ultimate conclusion is an incredible piece of writing.
Thankyou Sam! Glad you got something from this video. I'm really proud of it and I'm honoured by your comment sir!
@@AVoxintheVoid - You deserve all the plaudits my friend. I hope you take this as far as you can!
amazing
😮 dude your content is amazing
Thank you Jesse! Means the world to me to receive messages like this 🤘
As a BA player, this will be a very biased take, but i think this is among the best work on this channel.
A great story! The metamorphosis of the protagonist is amazing and well done!
Wow! Again!
best one yet!
THIS IS EPIC EPIC EPIC !!! Another masterpiece. Love the Voice & The Epic Music The Fucking Music !!!! A true Fucking Masterpiece !!! More Brother More !!!! 😆😁😀
You're too kind! I'm going to be working on a new one this weekend 😎
For the algorithm...
My guy can't catch a break
A life well lived
This is so badass
Thankyou so much! I feel like certain narrations of mine don't tend to get the attention I hoped for, this being one of them! All the best my friend
@@AVoxintheVoid Shame because I stand by this being one of your best :)
Just thank you...
My pleasure Petr
What killed him at the end? a carnifex maybe?
😊
I love Andy Smilie. A great listen 👏
Many thanks, this was a really fun read!
What does he become after his first death, like I know what a dreadnought is but what is he before it?
(kinda late but whatevs) He is reborn as a member of the Death Company. These are the Flesh Tearers who's minds have been completely consumed by the Black Rage. The Death Company will kill anything that doesn't share the same armor as their own. Making them a wise first choice for suicide missions. This in turn helps the generic Flesh Tearers to maintain focus on greater things... like reaching 500 subs. :)
Artist?
www.deviantart.com/pierreloyvet/art/Warhammer-40k-Death-Company-Blood-Angels-Tribute-430158381
@@AVoxintheVoid thank you. I love you brother!
@@jason.larsenthedanishgreek1226 💪
Even on the 40th rewatch this still amazing
Thankyou for the continued support my man!
@@AVoxintheVoid It's videos like this that help me to, if not silence at least overtone my own thoughts. I'm glad to keep supporting you
Goliaths squared 🤣🤣