Reason why is because it looks like a walnut
(T/N: 호턱 = wordplay of 호떡 (Hotteok; Korean sweet cake) and
턱 (Chin). One ingredient of Korean sweet cakes are walnuts, so he played with his name (Ho from Hoseok) and Teok from Chin, to say Hotteok and hint that his chin looks like walnut).
“I’ll give you the answer to the question “What is most
important to the heart of the Emperor?” The answer is, “To desire with
one’s very soul every second of every day to accomplish His aim.””
Created during the sixth founding of the Adeptus Astartes, the Black
Ronin have earned a reputation as courageous and just guardians of the
Imperium in the millennia since their inception. The Adeptus Mechanicus
birthed the nascent Chapter from the gene-legacy of the Iron Snakes, and
it is said that extra care was taken when selecting the progenoid
glands. No risk was taken for there assignment would be of the upmost
importance. Some within the Adepts Mechanicus have made unverifiable
claims that many usable progenoid glands were dispossed of in the effort
to create the purest chapter possible.
Founded to defend the Ouroborus stars from those that seek to harness
its energy to the detriment of the Imperium. The Ouroborus stars
consist of three Rubidium based white dwarfs stuck in a equilibrium
state with one another, constantly tearing material from one another.
The intrinsic forces between them breaks the universes rule of motion,
creating negative mass. While the Mechanicus has so far failed to
harness such energy, it was determined that the enemies of the Imperium
could not be allowed to try. For if they did, the fate of the universe
would lie in the balance.
The Chapter’s first Master was an Iron Snake by the name of Pheus. He
was known to his men as ‘the Blademaster’, and was possessed with
extraordinary skill and talent with the sword, an expert in using his
blade to defend the Imperium from those that seek to tear it down. When
given command of the nascent Chapter, he bestowed the name ‘Black Ronin’
upon it, inspired by the events that unfolded upon Otera during the
Horus Heresy. Hoping the name would inspire the same sacrifice and
honour in his warriors.
Forty Seven Blackshields “During one of the darkest parts of the Horus Heresy, Praetor Setesh
of the XVth Legion, one of Magnus’ highest military officials was
ordered to occupy the planet Otera, where they were tasked with locating
the Kawari Kabuto Helm, a mighty artefact capable to turning the tide
of the great events that were unfolding around them, an artefact Ahriman
himself had narrowed down to the planet. Setesh’s secondary objective
was to unravel the Ouroborus stars, and to determine the likelihood that
they could be harnessed.
Planetary governor Asano Naganori, the Daimyo of the Planet was
assigned in name only to assist the Praetor in any way possible. The
meagre gifts Asano Naganori had presented did very little to soften
Setesh presence in his lands. Asano Naganori had become deeply insulted
by this but what was he to do, for he could not stand up to the might of
these imposing giants clad in impenetrable armour, and capable of
turning rock into dust with just their hands. No matter Asano Naganori’s
approach, Setesh remained un-cooperative and scornful of Asano
On the day Setesh learned that Asano Naganori was the only inhabitant
to know of the whereabouts of the ancient helm they seeked, Asano
Naganori only response to being asked where they were to find it was
“You should have found out long ago, I am too busy to help you now.”
With his pride and his patience goaded beyond endurance, Setesh drew
his sword in anger, lashing out and scaring Asano Naganori across his
face before he restrained himself. For the crime of withholding
information Asano Naganori was condemned to torture before being
executing. However before Asano Naganori was able to be tortured, he
enacted seppuku, or ritual suicide. That very day he forfeited his life,
in belief it would be saving billions.
Whispers and gossip quickly carried the news of Asano Naganori’s
death and the great sacrifice he had made for the Emperor. The situation
was serious. Not only was their governor dead, but his lands and
holdings were overrun and controlled by the fifteenth legion. The local
inhabitants had lost all hope of this nightmare ending, with the little
of what remained being in the prayers that the emperor would deliver
them from evil. There prayers were not long answered.
An Imperial vessel carrying Legionnaires still loyal to the Emperor
crash landed on the planet. Setesh redeployed some of his troops under
his command from searching for the artefact to intercept the threat
these new arrivals posed.
Giants clad in adamantium, scorched in fire, these soldiers loyal to
the Emperor were outgunned, outnumber, and out positioned. There arrival
at first seemed nothing more than arriving for their death. While many
perished a small group managed to survive thanks to the bravery a
handful of natives acting upon the honour and death of Asano Naganori.
Their survival drastically improved when news came through that the
XVth legion was to withdraw and redeploy. While a blessing in disguise,
from that news it was clear that Setesh had found the Helm and was
preparing to deliver it right into the hands of Magnus himself.
This is where the remaining survivors of the crash, all forty seven
of them prepared to lay down their lives to continue to give what
remained of the Imperium a fighting chance to survive and repel the
traitors they once called brothers. As snow sifted down on the evening
before Setesh’s departure, the forty-seven Legionairres clad in armour
as black as smoke met outside Tengu, then Oteras capital, and prepared
for their attack. With information gathered from the native servants and
artisans that had spied on Setesh.
Setesh garrisoned inside the Ninna-ji temple, the largest in the
city. The black marines made their way through the city under the cover
of darkness. Encountering very little resistance, the made their way up
the temple until they finally made it to Setesh’s chamber. The marines
clad in black made light work of Seteshs personal guard waiting outside
his room. Inside Setesh unprepared to face any challenger in combat was
still no easy challenge. One blackshield stepped forward and bought his
sword down upon him for him to only parry it away with his strength and
speed. The dual raged on between these two wrecking the room and
destroying what would be now priceless relics. It was only when the two
were held even with their blades was the Black Legionnaire able to grab
Asano Naganori’s seppuku blade with their free hand and slice Seteshs
throat. The Tyrant of Otera was slain
By the time of Setesh’s timely demise, Legionnaires under his
command had organised and begun to repel the assault. Knowing there was
no way of survival forty six Legionairres prepared to lay down their
lives so one of their own could make it out of the city with the Helm,
and hide it somewhere no one could possibly find it. It is said that one
Legionnaire walked for thousands of miles to defend the Imperium. The
XVth legion never found the surviving blackshield, nor the helm but it
was not long without an established command, they received orders to
leave. No Legionnaire loyal to Horus ever stepped foot on Otera ever
Otera, homeworld of the Black Ronin is classified as a ? or feudal
world in the Ouroborus system of the Ultima Segmentum. A small and
impoverished world the primitive human population live on and cultivate
small hilly areas. Upon the founding of the Black Ronin, the Oterans had
only just begun to utilise black powder weaponry.
Otera’s settlements are surrounded by a sea of forests that are home
to terrifying Wyrms. These beasts frequently descend upon and raze these
villages to the ground. As a result Otera’s feudal nobility is heavily
militarised. The warrior nobility that rules the planet have remained
firmly traditionalist and prefer to engage in combat with their finely
crafted curved, single-edged blades with a circular or squared guard and
long grip to accommodate two hands. In fact many of the elders’ tales
spoke of great soldiers slaying the Wyrms with those very blades. What
they knew though is that these Wyrms were nothing in comparison to the
Wyrms that roam the Scorch.
Otera was located in Orbit around the Ouroborus stars. The Ouroborus
stars are three Rubidium based white dwarfs stuck in a equilibrium state
with one another, constantly tearing material from one another. The
extreme gravitational energy being constantly released between them as
long since prevented Otera from spinning on its Axis. Unlike its dark
side, which is covered in vibrant forests, and snow-capped mountains,
the side of the planet constantly exposed to the Ouroborus stars would
be classified as a Death World, rightly referred to as the Scorch. An
Arid landscape with sun baked earth, and no living organism apart from
the Mighty Fire Wyrms.
The Ronins Fortress Monastery Tengu is built on top of and into the
largest mountain on the planet; a stratovolcano that on a clear day can
be seen from across the entire planet. For the natives Tengu’s mountain
is the third and final holy mountain. Upon being selected to join the
Ronin, an initiate’s very first test before they may enter the hallowed
halls of the Ronin, one must climb the mountain.
Records suggest that Otera has only ever raised one regiment for
the Astra Militarium. The 1st Oteran Light Infantry Regiment, known as
the Ashigaru for there light of foot. The data banks on Terra reference
only one campaign the regiment was involved in, the Coral Heights
campaign. The Light Infantry managed to climb the mountainous passes on
Ghof to secure a foothold for the siege regiments to use as a platform
before the final assault. It is assumed that after the succesful
reclaiming of Coral Heights for the Imperium, the 1st Oteran’s were
folded into another regiment.
New Black Ronin initiates are recruited from the warrior nobility of
the native humans on Otera. Apothecaries wonder from Tengu from time to
time to immerse themselves amongst the inhabitants of their feudal
world. Challenging the nobles children sword duels. Invariably, of
course, the gene-enhanced Ronin will emerge victorious. Those that
display the virtues of the Black Ronin will be taken as their prize,
back to the halls of Tengu; a great honour for the nobles of Otera. As a
sign of respect between the Oterans and the Ronin, the young noble
shall present their sword as gift out of respect between the bond they
already share. From there they will undertake the many gruelling trials
to become an Astartes.
The Apothecaries keep an ever vigilant and watchful eye over Otera,
for if a native was to ever slay a Wyrm, the Ronin shall descend to
collect the warrior, and deliver him from death by giving him the chance
to serve the chapter.
Once an initiate has passed all of the preliminary trials, and prior
to starting hypnotherapy as part of their transformation into a weapon
of the Emperor, they are required to undertake the Test of Honour. If
they return to Tengu successful, they are accepted into the ranks of the
Black Ronin with open arms, and the remaining procedures are undergone
to turn the recruit into a fully-fledged warrior of the Emperor.
The Test of Honour is is a unique undetaking by Black Ronin
initiates. With their family sword returned to them having been
reinforced by the Chapters artificers, they a thrown into the wilderness
of Otera tasked with saving a village from a deadly Wyrm. To defeat the
Wyrm the Black Ronin believe at their stage of transformation they must
display the five qualities; loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and
honour. How an Initiate slays the Wyrm is entirely individual, some
inspire a cohort of Ashigaru to assist them, whilst some are inspired by
feats of great martial prowess. Whatever happens the Apothecaries are
always watching. Those that slay the Wyrm without exhibiting the
qualities, are assigned to the tenth clan to become the chapters scouts.
Black Ronin have continued in the style of their first SeiiTaisho,
preferring close combat over ranged warfare. This is further emphasised
by the fanaticism of the Aonisaibushi, whose righteous ferver makes them
impulsive and headstrong.
When making war, the Ronin will focus on one of two forms of combat.
The first is orbital assault; where the Clan will use its drop pods and
Thunderhawk gunships to perform a mass-landing in the wake of a heavy
orbital bombardment. If resistance is still strong after this, the Ronin
will land their heavy armour and launch an armoured spearhead against
the weakest link in the enemy’s defensive line, using a multitude of
Land Raider patterns.
As part of their dedication to the Emperor and their mission, the
Black Ronin swear fell oaths of faith and protection. Before a battle,
it is considered customary to renew one of these oaths, the particular
vow serving as a focus on the particular aspect of their duties
considered to be necessary to ensure success.
The Chapter’s armoury was noted to consist mostly of older-style
suits of Power Armor and weaponary, a majority of which has proven
particularly difficult to identify. What can be said is that each piece
is increbibly ornate, the Ronin claimed they rivalled the works of art
produced by the Salamanders chapter. Some reports even spoke of some
nobles on Otera possessing a suit of armour worn by one of the original
forty seven blackshields in the hope that one day one of their family
will be selected to join the ranks of the Astartes and don their ancient
The Black Ronin have a unique structure that is notably different
from a standard Codex Chapter. Rather than 10 companies of 100 marines,
the Ronin consist of 10 Clans of varying strengths. Each Clan is based
in Tengu, the Ronin’s Fortress-monastery and is led by a Daimyo, who
answers only to the Seii Taisho.
Each Clan is a fully self-contained army, with all the troops,
vehicles and equipment necessary to make war, as well as the spacecraft
necessary to transport itself. They each have their own forges and
customs. The size of each Clan is unknown but the Black Ronin is said to
be one of the smaller Astartes chapters. As each Clan serves as an
independent army, they maintain a much greater number of troops as
opposed to codex companies.
Each Clan is made of a number of Space Marine squads just as it is
laid out in the codex. However, their tactical usage varies greatly.
Each squad is unique in that it rarely, if ever, will receive
reinforcements, making the higher-level squads smaller in number
compared to the lowest Aonisaibushi pack. Many Aonisaibushi squads could
start with as many as fifteen marines. However, losses take their toll,
and by the time a Aonisaibushi squad reaches the level of Chukanbushi,
normally only 9 or 10 are left. This promotion is arguably the most
important the Ronin will ever receive because it also welcomes him into
the folds of the Brotherhood. As they age, further losses limit the
squad sizes of Seieibushi down to just five or less.
Special cases may be made in certain or even dire circumstances to
this process. In some situations reinforcements may be sent to current
campaigns as reinforcements. Likewise, if a Daimyo deems an individual
worthy and the rest of his squad is not he may elevate a an Astartes
from Aonisaibushi to Chukanbushi. Normally he will not act in such
manner without consulting both his first sergeant and the current
members of the unit he wishes to transfer his prospect to.
Apart from this, a Ronin may find himself under direction of a
Kodenbushi or a member of the Seii Taisho’s household. Some find
themselves inducted into the Chapter Priesthood, Scouts, Calvaries, or
should terrible wounds take their toll they may find themselves encased
within mighty Dreadnought armour.
One of the ten Clans is that of the Seii Taisho, the Black Ronin’s
Chapter Master. When the former Seii Taisho dies the new Master of the
Chapter is selected from the other nine remaining Daimyo. Upon selection
the new Seii Taisho, immediately embarks on retaking the Test of
Honour, this time though, in the Scorch. Upon a successful return the
new Seii Taisho’s Clan is expanded to include the household of the
Chapter’s, Librarians, Apothecaries, Scouts, Techmarines, Dreadnoughts,
and Chapter Relics.
Unlike a typical Codex Chapter, a Neophyte of the Ronin does not begin their service as a Scout.
Aonisaibushi are Neophyte Ronin who have just finished their most
basic training and initiation rites, including passing the Test of
Honour. They receive armament similar to Assault Squads in other
chapters – a close combat weapon and bolt pistol, but they do not
normally use jump packs. Instead of being assigned to a single Clan,
Aonisaibushi are instead assigned to any one of the Clans. Their role is
to charge headlong into battle, expending their youthful enthusiasm for
battle on the enemy and hopefully learning the lessons of war that will
enable them to survive.
Chukanbushi are comparable to Tactical Squad marines in other
chapters and comprise the majority of any Clan. These are Aonisaibushi
who have survived the trials on the field of battle, combat experience
having made them less impulsive and thus less suited as a force of pure
assault. In addition to their combat duties, the Chukanbushi’s role is
to watch over the Aonisaibushi, reining in the worst of their reckless
behaviour, and marking out those likely for advancement.
Seieibushi are the personal retinue and bodyguard of the Daimyo
commanding the Clan, roughly equivalent to the Veterans or Command Squad
units used by other chapters. Seieibushi are often the most senior and
experienced Ronin in the chapter, though a younger Ronin may win
elevation to the Seieibushi by performing an act of exceptional valour.
Seieibushi are often granted Terminator Honours, though they make less
use of them than the Veterans of other chapters.
The Ronin’s Scouts are Ronin that are recruited as neophyte’s who
successfully pass the Test of Honour but yet to display the five
qualities; loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, needed to
be a Black Ronin. As natural loners, they are ideally suited to work
alone behind enemy lines for long periods of time. Ronin’s Scouts are
not assigned to any of the Clans. They instead answer directly to the
Seii Taisho and are under their sole command unless assigned to a Daimyo
and his company on an as-needed basis.
Like everything having to do with the black Ronin, this hierarchy is
not rigid; the Ronin value loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and
honour, over seniority, and believe in advancing each warrior according
to their merits.
Seii Taisho: The Chapter Master of the Black Ronin, the Seii
Taisho is chosen from among the Daimyo, and leads his own Clan. It is
customary for the Seii Taisho to wield the bushikatagi, one of the
finest blades in the Imperium, that has a shard of Saint Asano
Naganori’s Seppuko blade inlaid into the hilt. The final Seii Taisho is
Sanada Yukimura who had held the position for only ten years.
Daimyo: each Clan has a commander (equivalent to a Captain in
other chapters), chosen from that clan’s Seieibushi. It is their duty to
organise their Clan, which adopts that Daimyo’s name and sigil, and
often changes its battle tactics to reflect their personality and
Chapter Cult and Belief System
The Black Ronin do not seem to venerate any Primarch above the
others, giving their devotion solely to the Emperor; Providing no
further evidence to the gene-seed heritage of the Iron Snakes, their
founding chapter. The preservation of their core values; loyalty,
courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, is the Chapters core belief.
The Ronin’s devotion to these values over millenia has made them
isolationists, scorning those who they believe are less pure or deviate
from the Codex. When a brother of the chapter falls in battle, they will
exhaust great lengths to retrieve the body, so that the lifetime of
loyalty, courage, veracity, compassion, and honour, the brother has
bestowed upon themselves and the chapter can be venerated and recorded
by the chapters Chaplains. They are also staunch traditionalists and
protectors of authority, and are quick to aid Imperial governors or
cardinals faced with rebellion.
The Ronin are also strongly influenced by their unique history as
guardians of the Ouroborus starsa and protectors of its human
population. Pheus founded a culture based on striving for the common
good, and the Ronin are proud to uphold these beliefs. Where other Space
Marines are aloof, and sometimes contemptuous of the Imperium’s
“lesser” mortals, most Black Ronin are used to working closely with
“ordinary” people on Otera and regard any human life, no matter how
seemingly insignificant, as sacred and worthy of protection.They are
also harshly intolerant when they encounter less altruistic behavior –
greed, selfishness, corruption – on other planets in the Imperium.
The Chapter is noted for the purity of geneseed tithes which is stems
from their belief in the purity of the physical and of the spiritual.
Partial records of an examination by the Inquisition and the Adeptus
Mechanicus Biologis claimed a purity rate of over ninety percent. The
only flagged raised was of a slightly underactive Cataelpsean Node. It
could be for this reason why the eventual Seii Taisho Sanada Yukimura so
easily succumbed to the manifestation of an Emperors aspect on their
second Test of Honour after five days without rest.
Notable Engagements and History
Over their long and illustrious existence the Black Ronin have
bestowed great honour and respect upon themselves, the Adeptus Astartes,
and the God Emperor himself.
Hive Fleet Rusalka
At the end of M38 the Black Ronin were called to protect the Scylla
system, from Tyranid Hive Fleet Rusalka. The Scylla system consisting of
numerous oceanic worlds vital to the supply of fish and fresh water for
vast areas of the Imperium, their loss could prove fatal to billions of
lives. Seii Taisho Hajime Masamune’s Clan of the White Tiger along with
Yasuke Hideyoshi’s Clan of the Jade Dragon were dispatched to intercept
and eradicate this Xenos threat. Hajime fatefully fell to the Tyranid
threat, however Yasuke Hideyoshi would earn much honour to be annointed
the Seii Taisho successor. Yasuke’s killing blow fell on the sea bed of
Sirens Prime, with orbital bombardment pushing the creatures to the sea
bed, their brothers engaged the beasts in combat, before retreating and
triggering the underwater volcano, incinerating the last of the Xenos
With the twelfth black crusade being fought so close to their system,
the Black Ronin could not help but become engulfed in the years of war
Abaddon and plunged the Imperium into. They were tested to the limit
when Abaddon ordered some of his commanders to attempt to harness the
Ouroborus stars with that of a Blackstone Fortress. Fortunately for the
Ronin the Blackstone Fortress never made it to them, for if they had, it
would have found the full might of the Ronins fleet lying in wait among
the wreckage of Abaddons fleets. The Ronin had deployed half of their
chapter to boarding the foul ships, the battle was only won when Seii
Taisho Yasuke decapitated Abaddons lieutenant with Bushikatagi in single
combat. As the Black Ronin disembarked from the ships, they programmed
the ships to fly directly into the centre of the Ouroborus stars, where
any hope of salvage was lost as their gravitational forces, to this day
continue to tear them apart.
“Pheu pheu, ti prosderkesthe m ommasin, tekna;” [[Alas, alas, why do you gaze at me with your eyes, my children.]]—Medea.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling so ? The old man may weep for his to-morrow Which is lost in Long Ago — The old tree is leafless in the forest — The old year is ending in the frost — The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest — The old hope is hardest to be lost : But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland ?
They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man’s grief abhorrent, draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy — “Your old earth,” they say, “is very dreary;” “Our young feet,” they say, “are very weak !” Few paces have we taken, yet are weary— Our grave-rest is very far to seek ! Ask the old why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold — And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old !“
"True,” say the children, “it may happen That we die before our time ! Little Alice died last year her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her — Was no room for any work in the close clay : From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying, ‘Get up, little Alice ! it is day.’ If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries ; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes ,— And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud, by the kirk-chime ! It is good when it happens,” say the children, "That we die before our time !“
Alas, the wretched children ! they are seeking Death in life, as best to have ! They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city — Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do — Pluck you handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through ! But they answer, ” Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine ? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine!
“For oh,” say the children, “we are weary, And we cannot run or leap — If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping — We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
"For all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall, — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all the day, and we with all ! — And all day, the iron wheels are droning ; And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,’ (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop ! be silent for to-day ! ’ ”
Ay ! be silent ! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment, mouth to mouth — Let them touch each other’s hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth ! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals — Let them prove their inward souls against the notion That they live in you, or under you, O wheels ! — Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, As if Fate in each were stark ; And the children’s souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.
Now tell the poor young children, O my brothers, To look up to Him and pray — So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, Will bless them another day. They answer, “ Who is God that He should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred ? When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word ! And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door : Is it likely God, with angels singing round Him, Hears our weeping any more ?
” Two words, indeed, of praying we remember ; And at midnight’s hour of harm, — 'Our Father,’ looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know no other words, except 'Our Father,’ And we think that, in some pause of angels’ song, God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, And hold both within His right hand which is strong. 'Our Father !’ If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child.’
“But, no !” say the children, weeping faster, " He is speechless as a stone ; And they tell us, of His image is the master Who commands us to work on. Go to ! “ say the children,—"up in Heaven, Dark, wheel-like, turning clouds are all we find ! Do not mock us ; grief has made us unbelieving — We look up for God, but tears have made us blind.” Do ye hear the children weeping and disproving, O my brothers, what ye preach ? For God’s possible is taught by His world’s loving — And the children doubt of each.
And well may the children weep before you ; They are weary ere they run ; They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory Which is brighter than the sun : They know the grief of man, without its wisdom ; They sink in the despair, without its calm — Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom, — Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm, — Are worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly No dear remembrance keep,— Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly : Let them weep ! let them weep !
They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For they think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity ;— “How long,” they say, “how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child’s heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O our tyrants, And your purple shews your path ; But the child’s sob curseth deeper in the silence Than the strong man in his wrath !”
When he pulled away
you could see the guilt, and trepidation in a sea of green. “I’m
sorry, for yelling at you. I get it, and I know you’re scared, trust
me I’ve been there. But I want you to know that however you decide to
play this, I’ve got your back.”
Just hearing his
support took the weight of a world off of your shoulders. You’d been
there when his time ran up and Lilith came for him, you could see the
fear masked with false bravery, You’d heard about him giving his life
for Sam’s without so much as a second thought. You cleared your
throat, the lump of words stuck, and aching.
“Dean… If I,”
you paused, forcing yourself to say the thing you’d been dreading for
what seemed like an eternity now. “If I do this, and I don’t make
“No, that’s not
an option, you’re going to make it.”
repeated, unwilling to put all of your faith in yourself. “If I
don’t pull through this, you have to promise me something.”
said, crouching at your side, grasping your hand, his rough hands
holding your gently, as if he might break you if he held you too
“You have to
promise that you won’t stop, not for a second, that you and Sam
figure out how to shut that bastard down, and you don’t give up until
it’s finished.” You demanded. You now knew how they felt about you,
and it killed you. You saw Sam in his aftermath of Dean’s death, you
saw Bobby’s constant drunken stupor, you’d felt your own endless
heart break. The image of his lifeless body torn to ribbons was an
image you’d never be able to shake from your brain. So you knew that
if something were to happen to you, the fallout wouldn’t be pretty,
you were a family, and that meant pushing through the pain.
You demanded. He hung his head in sorrow at the notion. “Promise
me!” you pleaded, your voice cracking, as tears threatened,
stinging your eyes, you gripped his hands tightly, forcing his
attention back to you in your desperation.
“I promise.” He
finally answered, you could practically taste the lie in his words,
but it would have to do. You’d do the same were the situation’s
promise me something too then.” He said, locking his eyes on you.
You nodded, anything he wanted you’d go to the ends of the earth to
“If you decide to
go through with this insane plan, then I’m gonna need you to be
strong, and I’m gonna need you to believe that you can do it. Because
if you think for a second that you can’t…” He fell silent, not
needing to finish. You leaned forward capturing his lips with yours
again, fingertips dragging slowly along his jaw line, as his tone
arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.