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T'tulaxis the Great
The mysterious T'tulaxis came from a distant world, far from the dark heart of nothing. His birth name has been purged from the annals of history; it’s been this way since his ascension all that time ago. He does not frequent idle conversation about his life before he embraced nothing, but what the records do show is a grand warrior whose thirst for blood drove him off his native planet and into the embrace of the tome (which enlightened him into why he found pleasure in delivering souls to the reaper).
He had committed a great crime against his people, a crime which delivered the souls of billions to noything; his sentence was exile for the fools of his world were a peaceful sort who ‘spared’ his life instead of sending him to hell. The strong leader emotionally collapsed, for months he stared into the abyss of space and thought of the pain, the suffering he had caused but found no remorse in his black heart, something which he could not understand.
Yet one day there was a man who took in the broken and now forgotten man, he heard his story and slowly indoctrinated him into the church. It was a weak entry, a pathetic excuse of a conversion but over time the illiterate man learnt the tome, book by book, slowly over a long duration of oral tutorship.
He came to ‘understand’ noythng.
He realized that he was not a criminal; he offered salvation to all those he slain for they ultimately were at peace, real, peace.
The accounts become hazy, but the next we hear of the man who became the great T’tulaxis was when he arrived on Necropolish on a pilgrimage to the Temple of the Alldestroyer. He found the world mesmerizing and could not bring himself to leave, not even at the behest of the planetary defense forces whom he slaughtered many of in his insubordination.
Hundreds were killed or injured as part of his soul which hid the great warriors essence emerged. It was said that the sensation was so strong, the effects so powerful that the remnants of the broken man evaporated leaving the great T’tulaxis in a confused and angry state.
The great saint was confused, unaware of his greatness and unable to use all of his power; at such an early stage and he found himself eventually being subdued at a heavy cost, with wounds that would of killed any mortal man.
He was to be sacrificed before a priest realized the markings of a great man (although the fool understood not the significance) and ordered him to be sent to the ghetto of Juratha to find his destiny.
The great Tu’tulaxis awoke in the deprived hellhole where noythng was near. He felt the fabric of society to be none existent and the core tenants of the faith to be followed to by the syllable or face a certain and a gruesome,death. The problem was that many factions misinterpreted the tome and excommunicated each other regularly so a state of civil war was constantly in effect, although many believed this was the epitome of noything.
Tu’tulaxis understood that this was the closest to noything that one could come to before death yet it was a waste, for the boundaries of Juratha might have been great, but they were ultimately insignificant in comparison to the Galaxy and in his great kindness, the saint swore to unite the rabble to further the aims of noything and to bring it across the Galaxy.
At this point he still knew not who he was, yet he knew his duty. He sought to purge the slums, slaughtering all those who stood in his way, he became a pseudo-legend amongst the people and they looked to him as a child looks to a star burning bright in the sky.
Eventually he created his own sect, a sect that focused predominantly on the teachings that he once dictated (although even still he did not understand that he was his own reincarnation [although many whispered such beliefs through hushed lips]) a military sect called the Militis fiducia which sought to spread noything through a disciplined war.
With time such beliefs started to spread into the planetary defense forces stationed outside of the slum, many converted and religious strife started to boil in the barracks. Tu’tulaxis was not one to sit idle while those who followed his creed were persecuted against, especially those whose existence should be dedicated to spreading the faith.
The situation became so dire that the hierarchy in the NPDF decided that it was best to transfer the garrison to a different location, as not to risk an internal conflict. A wise move, but an unfortunate one for the commander of the new forces, a very unfortunate move.
The saint was enraged with such a fire that he ordered over ten thousand ‘warriors’ to attack the compound to avenge this tragedy. The battle which ensued should have been lost, but the saint led from the front, slaughtering and wasting all those who stood in his way.
The garrison commander begged over the intercom for help, but his calls were unheeded for those on the other side prayed for Tu’tulaxis to succeed, to show that his creed was the ultimate creed.
The captured commander was mutilated, executed and sacrificed to nothing.
The NPDF could not believe it, nothing of this scale had ever happened and they fought hard to try and retake their barracks, wave after wave of soldiers attacked,
only to be repulsed; there was only so much that Tu’tulaxis’s men could do before dying from grievous wounds or exhaustion and eventually the line broke and the great warrior was encircled.
It seemed that this would be the end, the saint was prepared to enter noything when one of the marked (a messenger sent from Ahriman) signaled a cease in hostilities. It is unknown what was said, but the saint left for a conference with the first of the altar.
It is rumored that here he was enlightened about himself, told the truth and received many terrible gifts under the hand of the first. Many years passed before he was heard of again, but when he reemerged he was more powerful and terrifying than ever.
It is not known where he walks now, where he goes, or where his final destination is, all that is known is that he is an angry avatar of war, seeking discipline in an undisciplined world.
