Lord of Incensia; The Highest Light

Arlow looked at the small squad of Necrons in front of him. He funneled the psychic fog into his eyes and the scene completely changed. From each Necron, a line extended outward and into the universe, retracing their origin and the entirety of their life. As he focused on the ethereal misty line that only he could see, he would see images and information enter his mind about every moment of their lives since their birth.

This was one of his most powerful abilities since his transformation and was only possible because of his understanding gained in the dream world's countless lives. He could no longer predict the future by using the energies of the Immaterium, instead he now had a direct view of causality where his eyes looked. No history was hidden from him and he could see a year into the future as if were already the present. 

This was a minor form of omniscience, and perhaps the only things outside of his sight were things that were not caused by his actions.

Arlow traced the entirety of each Necron's history before him one by one. His eyes stopped on the Cryptek and he was surprised to see the full circumstances of the Necrontyr who once was. A male Necrontyr that enjoyed Necrontyr-equivalent of chess and had a weak body even among his species, but he still dared to dream big. His life was spent in and out of Necrontyr coffin-like stasis pods, and he only spent about 7 years of his life off his life support. What a cruel joke that a person like this had become an empty shell that hated all life!

*ZZT* *ZZT* *ZZT* *ZZT* *ZZT*

The Necrons opened fire on him and Arlow merely waved his hand, creating a wall of stable quantum matter to deflect it with ease. The firing stopped minutes later, with Onomyr, bringing it to a halt. In the lull between firing, Arlow took his opportunity to speak.

"Onomyr, do you want to live again?" Arlow asked.

Onomyr in question, halted as his mental processors were going into overdrive. After a few seconds of silence, Onomyr finally spoke.

"The only way to do as you say... is to reverse the biotransference protocol. Is this what you ask?" Onomyr asked.

Onomyr didn't question why Arlow knew of his former name, the Necrons were used to Warp shenanigans from the Old One's, not to mention Crypteks, like himself, could manipulate time to some extent and peer into unknowable knowledge. He was more concerned with the immediate answer to the question that all Necron Crypteks were secretly looking for, a way to reverse the process that robbed them of the 'life' in themselves.

Arlow shook his head, before explaining.

"It's not possible to reverse it as you are thinking. " Arlow answered.

"But there is a solution, only I can offer that will give your people 'life' far more than any creature in this universe. For the sake of justice, I will offer it to the Necrons, first." Arlow said, finishing narrating his offer.

Onomyr was silent for over a minute until he finally answered.

"Who are you?" Onomyr asked, finally speaking.

Arlow was silent for a moment as he attempted to formulate a title for himself that people of this universe could remember him by. 

"I am the Lord of Incensia; The Highest Light," Arlow answered.

*RUMBLE*

*Crackle* *Crackle* *Crackle*

The fog surrounding the planet rumbled, as if in jubilation for the name of its ruler.

"I shall test you, Onomyr. I will test all the Necrons, as I will lead them against the tyrants that once enslaved them. And should I find that some of you worthy, I will ascend you into the Incensia." Arlow slowly stood up from his seat.

The fog around him curled around him and silver transparent fire seemed to originate like a dusting off his shoulders, rolling down like a cape full of silver sparks, behind him. He towered over the Necrons, as he was more than 5 times the tallest Necron in height. His aura emanated a conquering majesty only seen in the greatest leaders. The fog around him began to humm in an ordered chant as if singing a song of the coming war. 

A pipe organ sounded from the fog, low at first, but slowly rising. If beings with souls were in this room, they would be infected by the feelings of fighting against oppressors and taking back what was rightfully theirs.

"But even if you are deemed worthy in my eyes so that justice might be done, I will return to you the freedom you once lost. " Arlow said.

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

As if some restraint had been shifted in their minds, Arlow transmitted the command code from the prototype C'tan body he had been trapped in, into the Necrons before him. He had given them the order to recognize himself as a temporary highest in command. This command would then change after the defeat of all the C'tans, giving them a form of self-will that could choose their loyalties.

"Onomyr, tell me. Do you still dream?" Arlow asked, with a slight smile on his face.

Onomyr himself felt like the world was spinning as his computer tried to process the motives of the being in front of him. But no matter what he calculated, he couldn't come up with a reason. With these command codes, he could spread them among the Necrons and completely rebel against the C'tan that once enslaved them. 

"Why?" Onomyr asked, looking up at Arlow.

"Because it is who I am," Arlow stated.

"Why?" Onomyr repeated, like a broken record unable to accept the answer.

Arlow did not repeat himself and only looked at him silently.

"Do you pity us?" Onomyr asked.

"I do not pity you. I sympathize." Arlow said calmly.

"Come, let us meet Atep," Arlow walked passed the Necrons, with smoke billowing off him like a cloak.

Arlow left the cathedral he had built all these years ago, with a small squad of 40 Necrons following after him. Needless to say, Atep was confused when he saw this scene from inside the transport ship.

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