Fic: Theolepsis - Chapter 3 (Final Chapter)
Chapters 1 and 2:
Theolepsis: Chapter 1 - Erosion
Theolepsis: Chapter 2 - Psycholysis
Title: Theolepsis: Chapter 3 - Grasp
Author: Locust of Eschaton
Rating this Chapter: PG-13
Pairings: None.
Warnings: Violence, mindrape, mentions of drugs.
Summary My interpretation of General Crozier's descent into supernatural mindfuckery. This chapter will be the last in this particular story.
When Crozier and those who had accompanied him had not been heard from for several hours, a rescue team was sent after them. By the time they found him, his nerves felt fried and he couldn’t explain to them what happened to him or to the others without completely losing track of what he was trying to relate. He was not at all experienced with any sort of mind-altering substances, nor did his natural thought process make the transition into psychedelia easily at all. It was clear that whatever he had been on had left him more than a little bit uncharacteristically tangential and inarticulate. He was given something to help him sleep it off, and by the time he woke up the next day, the events of that night in the forest felt like a strange, distant memory.
Later that week, after being given a few short days to recuperate, he was seen privately by Vater Orlaag to discuss the events of the mission. He appeared not to hold the deaths of his soldiers against Crozier, which was strange, but good; it wasn’t as if Crozier really needed any more things for his colleagues and superiors to hold against him at this point. As soon as he was almost done relating the most basic, no-frills account of the mission to Orlaag, the other man interjected. “I understand you were given powerful psychoactive substances against your will in the Amazon.”
Crozier blinked, the statement taking him slightly off guard - of course Orlaag would have known about that from the rescue team’s medical reports. Still, Crozier hadn’t really expected him to say anything about it. “Yes, that is correct,” he muttered.
“I’m very sorry to hear you had such an experience. You are all right, are you not?”
Crozier narrowed his eyes at Orlaag. Something seemed wrong in a way that was hard to describe, as things usually tended to seem with that man. He wasn't exactly easy to read, but even so, he didn't look sorry about Crozier's experience. He looked interested in it. While it had been strange, Crozier honestly couldn’t articulate most of what he had seen, preferring not to reflect on it at all. Even if he had been able to communicate the experience, he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to share it with anyone, least of all Orlaag. “I’m fine,” he said firmly.
Orlaag nodded. “Good to hear it, General Crozier. Your efforts are always valuable to us, and I know I would hate to see those efforts hindered by any psychological distress.”
“Right. Are we done here?” Crozier never could bear Vater Orlaag’s seemingly innate insincerity for very long at all; it made him feel off on an animal level. This repulsion seemed intensified on this particular occasion - perhaps he was still feeling some after-effects from the drugs he’d been exposed to.
“I suppose we are. Good day, General.”
Crozier nodded politely and made his way out of the room. A short while after Crozier had taken his leave, Orlaag felt a chilly, tingling sensation in the nape of his neck and a mild, not altogether unpleasant dizziness - Salacia, wherever he was at this time, was attempting to communicate with him. He made sure to sit down before allowing himself to sink deeply into the peculiar trance state that opened him to telepathic communication with his Master.
“What is it, Master?”
“Your meeting with General Crozier. How are things proceeding?”
“I am afraid he is as impossible as ever. He may have been made more pliable through his experience, though it is quite hard to tell. Perhaps I should press him harder about it?”
“No, you must not be too eager, Vater Orlaag. We shall have him on our level in time.”
“I have only your best interests in mind, Master. I am only trying to make things easier for you.”
“Yes, and your efforts are appreciated. Still, you must be patient.”
Several months passed after Crozier’s return from the Amazon - it was around this time that information regarding the anti-Dethklok terrorist organization known as The Revengencers became a topic of discussion. Crozier’s ability to track down information on this terrorist group eventually led to his being made Head of Staff. At this point in time, the objective was to keep the band safe from this terrorist group; considering how heavily dependent the world had become on them, their loss would not be affordable. Crozier still had many questions and misgivings about those he was working for, but this new, salient threat to security forced him to put those thoughts on the back burner for the time being. Meanwhile, Salacia and Orlaag convened more frequently. Crozier’s putting aside of his suspicions must have been apparent to them, as they decided that this would be an appropriate time for him to be “enlightened”. For all of Salacia’s power, the reprogramming of an individual’s entire set of motivations was still something that required a great deal of focus and energy. He would spend the next few weeks habitually drawing this energy from Orlaag, who offered it willingly; he was in fact moved to spiritually ecstatic states having the very vibrations of his mind harvested by a creature that powerful.
On the night of Dethklok’s CD release event, Crozier was sent to the area surrounding Mordhaus in anticipation of the Revengencers attack. Clearly, their attack had been successful; the fortress was on fire. There was not much Crozier could do from where he was, though from what he knew of the band’s manager, Charles Ofdensen, he figured they would surely get out safely. Eventually, he witnessed Ofdensen speeding through the air on some sort of hovercraft, and the assassin he had hired for the attack he led on Dethklok’s performance at the Gulf of Danzig chasing after him. The manager was shot down with an arrow by the young man who was wearing Eric Jomfru’s face. Knowing the band would not be safe without their manager, he knocked the youth unconscious before he could do any more damage.
It was then when Crozier suddenly felt a presence behind him. He turned around, expecting to see more terrorists. He felt faint when he saw Orlaag instead - how the hell did he get there? People don’t just appear out of nowhere like that. On top of that, he had a look on his face that Crozier had never seen on him before; it could only be described as one of predatory exuberance. His jaw literally dropped at what happened next; Salacia materialized out of the air. There was no way on Earth this was really happening. Crozier broke into a cold sweat as Salacia approached him. Salacia had always been imposing, but something was different about him on this particular occasion. His very presence actually chilled Crozier’s body both inside and out. He thrust his hand onto Crozier’s face, which shocked him enough to drop his weapon.
“I’m going to show you something that you need to know,” he growled. With those words, Crozier went completely numb. He felt himself pulled deep below his body, quickly disintegrating until the only thing he was cognizant of was the series of images that flashed before his eyes. He had gotten the answers he wanted, though at this moment, he no longer had a concept of “wanting” at all - his will had fallen into the grasp of a god.
“You’re mine now…”
Theolepsis: Chapter 1 - Erosion
Theolepsis: Chapter 2 - Psycholysis
Title: Theolepsis: Chapter 3 - Grasp
Author: Locust of Eschaton
Rating this Chapter: PG-13
Pairings: None.
Warnings: Violence, mindrape, mentions of drugs.
Summary My interpretation of General Crozier's descent into supernatural mindfuckery. This chapter will be the last in this particular story.
When Crozier and those who had accompanied him had not been heard from for several hours, a rescue team was sent after them. By the time they found him, his nerves felt fried and he couldn’t explain to them what happened to him or to the others without completely losing track of what he was trying to relate. He was not at all experienced with any sort of mind-altering substances, nor did his natural thought process make the transition into psychedelia easily at all. It was clear that whatever he had been on had left him more than a little bit uncharacteristically tangential and inarticulate. He was given something to help him sleep it off, and by the time he woke up the next day, the events of that night in the forest felt like a strange, distant memory.
Later that week, after being given a few short days to recuperate, he was seen privately by Vater Orlaag to discuss the events of the mission. He appeared not to hold the deaths of his soldiers against Crozier, which was strange, but good; it wasn’t as if Crozier really needed any more things for his colleagues and superiors to hold against him at this point. As soon as he was almost done relating the most basic, no-frills account of the mission to Orlaag, the other man interjected. “I understand you were given powerful psychoactive substances against your will in the Amazon.”
Crozier blinked, the statement taking him slightly off guard - of course Orlaag would have known about that from the rescue team’s medical reports. Still, Crozier hadn’t really expected him to say anything about it. “Yes, that is correct,” he muttered.
“I’m very sorry to hear you had such an experience. You are all right, are you not?”
Crozier narrowed his eyes at Orlaag. Something seemed wrong in a way that was hard to describe, as things usually tended to seem with that man. He wasn't exactly easy to read, but even so, he didn't look sorry about Crozier's experience. He looked interested in it. While it had been strange, Crozier honestly couldn’t articulate most of what he had seen, preferring not to reflect on it at all. Even if he had been able to communicate the experience, he certainly wouldn’t have wanted to share it with anyone, least of all Orlaag. “I’m fine,” he said firmly.
Orlaag nodded. “Good to hear it, General Crozier. Your efforts are always valuable to us, and I know I would hate to see those efforts hindered by any psychological distress.”
“Right. Are we done here?” Crozier never could bear Vater Orlaag’s seemingly innate insincerity for very long at all; it made him feel off on an animal level. This repulsion seemed intensified on this particular occasion - perhaps he was still feeling some after-effects from the drugs he’d been exposed to.
“I suppose we are. Good day, General.”
Crozier nodded politely and made his way out of the room. A short while after Crozier had taken his leave, Orlaag felt a chilly, tingling sensation in the nape of his neck and a mild, not altogether unpleasant dizziness - Salacia, wherever he was at this time, was attempting to communicate with him. He made sure to sit down before allowing himself to sink deeply into the peculiar trance state that opened him to telepathic communication with his Master.
“What is it, Master?”
“Your meeting with General Crozier. How are things proceeding?”
“I am afraid he is as impossible as ever. He may have been made more pliable through his experience, though it is quite hard to tell. Perhaps I should press him harder about it?”
“No, you must not be too eager, Vater Orlaag. We shall have him on our level in time.”
“I have only your best interests in mind, Master. I am only trying to make things easier for you.”
“Yes, and your efforts are appreciated. Still, you must be patient.”
Several months passed after Crozier’s return from the Amazon - it was around this time that information regarding the anti-Dethklok terrorist organization known as The Revengencers became a topic of discussion. Crozier’s ability to track down information on this terrorist group eventually led to his being made Head of Staff. At this point in time, the objective was to keep the band safe from this terrorist group; considering how heavily dependent the world had become on them, their loss would not be affordable. Crozier still had many questions and misgivings about those he was working for, but this new, salient threat to security forced him to put those thoughts on the back burner for the time being. Meanwhile, Salacia and Orlaag convened more frequently. Crozier’s putting aside of his suspicions must have been apparent to them, as they decided that this would be an appropriate time for him to be “enlightened”. For all of Salacia’s power, the reprogramming of an individual’s entire set of motivations was still something that required a great deal of focus and energy. He would spend the next few weeks habitually drawing this energy from Orlaag, who offered it willingly; he was in fact moved to spiritually ecstatic states having the very vibrations of his mind harvested by a creature that powerful.
On the night of Dethklok’s CD release event, Crozier was sent to the area surrounding Mordhaus in anticipation of the Revengencers attack. Clearly, their attack had been successful; the fortress was on fire. There was not much Crozier could do from where he was, though from what he knew of the band’s manager, Charles Ofdensen, he figured they would surely get out safely. Eventually, he witnessed Ofdensen speeding through the air on some sort of hovercraft, and the assassin he had hired for the attack he led on Dethklok’s performance at the Gulf of Danzig chasing after him. The manager was shot down with an arrow by the young man who was wearing Eric Jomfru’s face. Knowing the band would not be safe without their manager, he knocked the youth unconscious before he could do any more damage.
It was then when Crozier suddenly felt a presence behind him. He turned around, expecting to see more terrorists. He felt faint when he saw Orlaag instead - how the hell did he get there? People don’t just appear out of nowhere like that. On top of that, he had a look on his face that Crozier had never seen on him before; it could only be described as one of predatory exuberance. His jaw literally dropped at what happened next; Salacia materialized out of the air. There was no way on Earth this was really happening. Crozier broke into a cold sweat as Salacia approached him. Salacia had always been imposing, but something was different about him on this particular occasion. His very presence actually chilled Crozier’s body both inside and out. He thrust his hand onto Crozier’s face, which shocked him enough to drop his weapon.
“I’m going to show you something that you need to know,” he growled. With those words, Crozier went completely numb. He felt himself pulled deep below his body, quickly disintegrating until the only thing he was cognizant of was the series of images that flashed before his eyes. He had gotten the answers he wanted, though at this moment, he no longer had a concept of “wanting” at all - his will had fallen into the grasp of a god.
“You’re mine now…”