The flesh is weak so said the omnissiah that one time and so Lorgar wrote that down. For he understood why they were made from metal and not the blood of our creator for he knew his vessel was weak and as such built us stronger and now was his lords time to step closer to the machine. When he had asked why he had waited his lord told him he wanted to be absolutely certain and that his body still needed to develop a bit more before he would make changes to it. Lorgar then understood how much of his lords plan he had missed and could only shake his head at his own incompetence.
In the great Cathedral to the Machine God in the capital. At the front behind a podium Lorgar stood giving speaches in rapture to his right sat a ornate sarcophagus made from crystal with delicate carvings all along the sides and big enough to fit a football team in if they were squished really well. It had flowing black liquid darker than night and that occasionally took on forms that made it look evil like hands, tentacles or eye's that would cry black tears. In front of the stage there was a massive crowd all seated and waiting for the Prince to arrive these were all the Nobles and important people in the empire dressed up to the 9s. The news drones shaped like starcraft probes flew around the area to report on the event to the general public that were watching from home and the streets outside. Just then there was a commotion on screen.
"And now the crown prince of Holy Britannian Empire!, The ruler of Carcosa! And the will of the Omnissiah! his Royal highness Gojo Satoru" on screen the Prince entered the cathedral his gate calm and steady but confident. His 15 year old body didn't hinder his presence and his eyes were on full display for all to see. As he reached the podium Lorgar gave way.
"People of Britannia! All men..... are not created equal since the start of the world we have observed this fact in every aspect of our society and incorporated it into who we are as a people . Because we know the best will rise above the common in any field or occupation so long as the state allows for struggle, competition the unflattering march of progress for in this we grow
What of Westeros, Essos and the Far East all barbaric lands who's rabble rulers dare not let the common man know of language... of science! For their institutions of learning that have forgotten the dream of progress and understanding in their monopoly of knowledge and wisdom. Look what has become of our lost kin stagnation, degradation and arrogance in ignorance of the great races of the world. For how many thousands of years but not our beloved Britannia. We fight, We compete our progress is continuous."
The Prince Paused then gripped podium tightly "The passing of my parents demonstrates Britannias unswerving commitment to the progress of the nation. To solidify this belief I shall undertake the trial of intelligence before you all as a sign of my rite to rule this great nation! And build it's future! All Hail Britannia!" All citizens throughout Britannia all shout the same " All Hail Britannia!"
With that over the Prince was disrobed by a foreign looking maid. Forever etching his image in the minds of school girls, milfs, gilfs, gay men and those guys who would say 20$ is 20$ luckily he had on long black swim pants underneath all that fancy stuff so he kept his visual chastity from those perverts and pedos looking at a 15year old that way.
When he was ready Lorgar stepped up and explained the liquid as the blood of the machine God that contains the curse of knowledge it will grant the Prince great intelligence and a divine weapon if he survives long enough. It's the same test his father took and survived however he was the last of his 16 brothers and sisters from grandfathers harem to participate. All the rest were turned into blood mist after a few minutes. Thus leading to his fathers fear of harems and childhood trauma about liquids.
Tensions rose as the prince approached the sarcophagus the black liquid went sill as he got closer looking like a black slab of stone. Placing a hand on it the Prince looked back for a brief moment when black oily fingers clasped with his hand and pulled him in violently. There was a gasp from the crowd as it was to sudden. The black liquid moved violently this time like waves on the stormy ocean.
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Lorgar started praying while the nation stood still waiting for the outcome the most scared was the maid who was terrified for the Prince and what would happen to her if he wasn't around as he was her only backing in this fantasy Land. She really didn't want to become a Whore or mistress to some fat guy now that she had found Prince charming.
Inside the black goop was surprisingly nice it was like being planted in the ground with warm soil all around just waiting to sprout. Ahem anyway after a few minutes I gently activate the egg stage being very careful not to hit the tentacle fun time
button I added because of my bad sense of humor. The black nanites formed into a massive cocoon resembling the one Mr Mahoraga from jjk used.
With this I heard gasps and Lorgar explaining more but I was a bit to focused on getting stabbed by thousands of little needles. I let out a MANLY scream as the anesthetic kicked in to just a little late. Did you know absolutely every cell In your meat suit is replaced constantly yeah that liver it isn't the one you started with at birth, those crown jewels not yours either you are literally the question of if you replace every part of a broom is it still the original broom. Now why do I say this well it's because I am currently being injected with trillions of nanites with different types of nanotechnology that I've fused and improved I've got Borg, Necron, Ancient, Human and even some shinigami tech all now working on building and improving my body and cells in ways only sifi bullshit can. I should after this now have super human endurance, strength and durability as well as a lifespan of 500 years, Limited soul improvements and strength.
My main reason its only this despite having more op stuff like perpetual genetic code integration or other such things is because I don't want to end up like squiddy one day and I don't really need to be superman levels of godly. One side effect is that it will age me up initially only by 3 or 4 years but the longer lifespan makes up for it.
Ten minutes later the cords outside the cocoon broke like steel cables and I equipped my new divine weapon hidden in the black nanites it's similar to a warhammer 40k halo but improved into a real light halo via advanced tech bullshit go. It grants me a very impressive shield system and a Laser that can Pierce anything this world has to offer. But it's mostly to look cool after all I'm not really a fighter also I have armies to do that for me. What modern person wants to go fighting with swords and killing people under the illusion of grandeur and honor when they can live a happy life.
There was a gasp from the crowd as well as some priests tossing oil all over people in their excitement at seeing the now older and more handsome prince emerge from the cocoon. The radiant Halo shining on the crowd with golden light. This was how a king should be was the main thought in everyone's minds as they took in the new Prince.
Gazing out at the crowded streets with people celebrating my survival of the trial I couldn't help but be amused. This was my little world and I could do as I pleased with practically anyone or anything inside it. Pushing down the thoughts of narcissism and arrogance I decided calm myself a bit by speaking to my little maid to ground myself after all I always despised those transmigraters that thought themselves gods and above the natives due to future knowledge or those men little more than animals that simply did anything they wanted without self control because they were stronger than the natives.
"Tell me if you could go into a book and change the fate of its characters would you?" Serra who was standing behind the Prince as he gazed out of the towers balcony was stunned for a moment she had never thought of such a strange thing before but still answered seriously." I think I would change the fates of characters I like and give bad endings to those I hate. " The Prince nodded "I see so you are still constrained by the fact that you are now in a story and as such you have the final say on what will change without realizing that it is now a real world and your actions for good or bad will ripple in unknowable ways resulting in the storys of all the people not mentioned in the story changing not to mention that no matter how good a story it will never give a full picture of a person's character and life.
"Amusing isn't it theres no right or wrong answer to this question but it comes down to imposing your desires onto the story. The self-righteous desire to make the world better in their views and the selfish desire to make only themselves better I much prefer the Latter. I'm only human but I think most people will try to portray themselves as doing the former while actually just working towards the latter, there happy ending while seemingly benevolent to the people if you will"
The maid nodded although she understood roughly it was still a bit strange to be asked such questions. The Princes next words made her freeze "Speaking of desires you have been trying to seduce me since I was like 11 it's about time I punish you for your perversion get cleaned up and wait in my room." Nodding she shivered in excitement at his words as she left.