My Life as A Death Guard (Warhammer 30K Male MC)

Nas knelt in silence upon the steps of the pyramid.

Djoseras was bowing his head, staring down at his Regent.

The body of the Necron King was taller than that of a typical Necron, made of flawless living metal that gleamed without blemish. The markings of the Necrons ran along his body, signifying his noble status.

But Nas knew that it was all over.

The long passage of time, abruptly ended slumber—together, they left Nas without hope.

And yet, he remained loyally kneeling there.

"Regent."

Djoseras's voice slowly drifted through the blackstone crypt, a dark, arid place devoid of life.

To Nas, that was a good sign—it meant the King's sanity might still remain.

Djoseras blinked slowly.

He was sitting in the observation seats above the military training grounds. Slaves poured him fine wine as he watched his younger brother, Oltyx. 

He's still too timid, he's too concerned with life—all forms of life.

Such concerns made his brother seem brutish, lacking in decorum.

The Necrontyr were meant only to bring death. Their fleeting lives had meaning only in embracing that end.

Djoseras would need to teach his brother a lesson.

He watched the warriors training on the grounds—these elites would form the backbone of the Necron army.

"Stop."

Djoseras said, the light of the star making his head spin a little.

Nas looked up in confusion, his gaze settling on the King who stood at the top of the crypt.

"Form a line in descending order based on the number of victories in duels you've had."

Nas took a moment to interpret the King's command, then passed the order to the royal guard behind him, instructing them to arrange themselves as directed.

The King descended the steps unhurriedly.

Djoseras calmly made his way to the front of the warrior line. He could see the stunned expression in his brother's eyes.

His brother still lacked proper decorum. They were royalty—anything they did to those beneath them was their right.

Oltyx needed to realize this quickly if he was to become a proper heir to the throne.

[No, no… they have already been exiled.]

Oltyx looked on in shock.

Nas followed silently behind the King. He knew all too well what the King was about to do.

Nas had survived countless such purges.

Countless of his peers had died, but Nas lived—and so he rose from slave to Regent, second only to the King.

Djoseras solemnly nodded, and then, every other soldier in the line—he raised his weapon to their heads and pulled the trigger.

The fallen Necrons would not rise again.

But the fallen Necron warriors would soon be reawakened under the resurrection protocols—the royal guard enjoyed a higher level of revival rights than regular Necron troops.

"I need you to understand two things,"

Djoseras declared with solemnity.

"First, the Necrontyr do not fear death. Death is merely an inevitable truth."

Every Necron would die—that was a curse buried deep within their very genes.

"Second, though you and I may be the second heirs of Unnas, in the face of death, we are no different than these warriors."

Djoseras deeply hoped his brother would become the ruler of their dynasty. After Unnas's death, they would lead a vast Necron empire.

It turned its head, intending to look its brother straight in the eyes, to seriously convey its intentions—even as the blood from the fallen Necron warriors began to seep toward its shoes.

Its brother stared back with hollow eyes.

"We can't die anymore, brother."

"There is no death."

The blood vanished.

Djoseras turned his head in confusion and saw his Regent, Nas.

"Why am I here? Why am I awake?"

Nas lowered his head, bowing deeply.

"Unnas exiled you. Just now, your crypt's sentries detected a suspected C'tan shard presence. The system awakened you ahead of schedule because of it."

Ah… Unnas. Unnas.

He could no longer die—so naturally, he no longer needed an heir.

Djoseras had been exiled, and after his brother at that.

He had once convinced himself that his brother had been exiled for being unworthy.

But when he was cast down from the upper levels of the pyramid, he wasn't even accompanied by guards of equal rank as his brother had been.

Unnas feared him—the very slaves he had slaughtered had handed Unnas enough blades to bring him down.

Djoseras knew he would return. The throne belonged to him and his brother—not to Unnas.

That ancient wretch.

He needed to build his strength and not alert Unnas prematurely. The cunning and cruel ruler would never allow him to raise his own army. Unnas would be watching them constantly.

But this early awakening... it gave him an opportunity.

Djoseras stared at Nas's bowed head, deep in thought.

The C'tan shard.

"Give me the information on those who disturb my peace."

Djoseras commanded. Nas complied.

The radiation source marked as the C'tan shard was quite vague. Djoseras felt a growing dissatisfaction—it might very well have been a false identification.

His brother smiled at him, as if hoping Djoseras would lead them both into ruling a dynasty.

He could not be careless.

"Prepare the ship."

"I'm going to see for myself."

Nas's circuits trembled—his duty was to protect the King, and clearly, in the King's current state, it was inappropriate for him to go personally.

Although nobles often preferred to lead from the frontlines, standing at the vanguard and guiding their armies forward...

Right now, Nas simply couldn't allow the King to do that.

"My King, please allow me to go in your stead."

Nas bowed even lower, nearly kissing the ground.

"Those wretched flesh-beings are not worth your concern."

At those words, Djoseras impatiently waved a hand. Though he had slain many Necron slaves, unlike his brother, he felt no emotion toward it.

So he didn't execute Nas on the spot.

"Then you go," Djoseras said arrogantly.

"But do not alert them—don't let Unnas notice."

"I want everything about that signal, that fleet—I want it intact."

"If it truly is a C'tan shard, do not startle it. They are cunning. Pretend to be another species."

"If it's not, I still want all the information."

If it was possible to forge the appearance of a C'tan signal, it could be a key tactic in a future war against Unnas.

Nas looked like he wanted to say something—but in the end, he said nothing. He gave the King a complicated look, turned, and left to prepare his fleet.

. . . . . .

Tn: 

For reverence, his brother, Oltyx, is the Twice-Dead King, he is a Necron Lord originally of the Ithakas Dynasty

His dad is Phaeron Unnas, the mad Phaeron of the Necrons' Ithakas Dynasty, ruling from the Crownworld of Antikef

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