This is the final and permanent leader of the Necromongers Empire.
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction
- Spec’s
- Backstory
- History
- The Necromonger Faith
- Vaako and Auz
- Images
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Introduction:
The Necromongers are a group of humans in the Milky Way galaxy who started a breakaway civilization and religion based on wiping out all other humans from the rest of the Universe.
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Spec’s:
- 6’0″
- 205 lbs.
- complexion: Caucasian, pale/White
- hair: brown
- eyes: black
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Backstory:
- Riddick is born on Furya in 2553
- Pitch Black setting-year is 2578
- Riddick goes to Helion Prime in 2583, where he encounters the Necromongers.
- He ends up being their 7th top-leader, called a Lord Marshall, for the next 5 years.
Vaako, delayed more than half a decade by that (by Riddick accidentally becoming their leader), then ends up being the Lord Marshall like he and his wife had wanted for so long.
Necromonger Timeline:
- It started with the Brotherhood of Austeres using conventional-drive ships to make long Space-journeys, eventually colonizing a world they named Asylum.
- Eventually, one of their leaders/explorers made it to a nebula-enveloped region of Space they called the Threshold.
- After returning from inside it, even though only minutes had passed for those he left behind, he seemed older and much stronger, and claimed his family, whose corpses he had taken in there, had returned to life.
- He started the Necromonger order/empire, though it did not yet have that name.
- It would have 8 regimes/rulers, including Riddick.
The Necromonger Empire began roughly during the time of Inisfree’s Mapping Campaign.
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History:
TBA
Further details are here.
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The Necromonger Faith:
Normally, when someone dies… they end up going wherever others have held a vision/assumption of them going. Sometimes deity-level beings, such as The Norns, are involved, thus a much more powerful vision/will guarantees the given person goes to the realm their Maker/s intended them to end up in. Other times, their next-life / after-death destination is somewhat ‘up to chance’, as no vision was set for them at that point, and as they didn’t have a vision for themselves.
The Necromongers share/hold the vision of the people they kill… having their souls end up in a realm which is a region of Space they call The Underverse, as it is isolated/hidden from the rest of the Universe, the Necromongers considering it an entirely separate/different Universe –and one which only they have access to, having discovered long ago and guarded it in secret ever since. This combined focus/mind-power does, in fact, manifest the same result; those who die by their hands/blades/guns… almost always get ‘yanked’ over into that other part of Creation. This is what Necromongers mean when they say their main saying, “You keep what you kill.”
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Vaako and Auz:
With a goal as lofty as ridding the whole Universe of ‘fragmented’ mortal humans, given the trillions of humans who would end up living in New Eden alone, and all the millions of worlds they (humans) had spread to (such as in the Milky Way and the [Star Wars; unnamed] galaxy), also factoring in the speed at which the Necromonger fleet/s moved and purged worlds, it would take perhaps a million Earth-years or more just to wipe out the humans on every human-colonized/occupied world –assuming humanity stopped spreading entirely.
I (Auz) watched through the undetectable portals of my Star Fleet network… as the Necromongers purged world after human-corrupted/violated world, uncaring, for humans had been uncaring in so many ways, and deserved this, so it was good.
I wondered if the Reapers would have been able to wipe out the Necromongers, or if they would have regarded one another as sort-of allies.
I also wondered if cataclysms manifested due to how fragmented humans kept being… would help the Necromongers ‘catch up’; eventually wiping out the last of human civilization out there.
I had finished mapping all of Creation ~390 Earth-years before meeting the Necromongers.
~2190 A.D.: An ICV encountered/detected/heard of them.
~2590 A.D.: ICVs went to interact in person, always first, cleverly clandestinely ‘testing the waters’.
Those deployed ICVs confirmed our abilities instantly dominate/trump theirs (the Necromongers’), as is the case with all who are not us (Inisfreeans).
Then I (Auz) went to meet them (their leaders).
Our meeting was civil, they saying we are not human or divided, so they seek not to convert/dominate us, and I saying they greatly mitigate the pests/outbreak known as humans, so we are friends.
I let them sample the ICVs, whom they adored –and marveled at, I having made them (the ICVs) immune to pain not that dissimilarly to how the Necromongers were immune to it.
They let me sample all of their females I fancied, whom performed well for me, I felt.
“Do you ask anything of us?” their latest Lord Marshall, Vaako, politely inquired to me.
“I would enjoy going with you to the Underverse, if you wished to invite me to your holy-land,” I politely replied.
He thought for a moment, statuesque as ever, then nodded once, a bowing of his head to me.
“I know it must be kept a secret,” I added.
“We have a common enemy,” Vaako said; “I have no doubt you will keep it from them.”
“They wouldn’t stand a chance against you, anyway, but, yes, I, of course, shall,” I said.
The ghost of a smirk could barely be seen on the features of one side of his face, he appreciating that recognition -and knowing, from experience, it to be true.
“You have offered fine services to us,” Vaako likewise acknowledged.
“I shall continue to -especially after each of your conquests,” I revealed his fleet/civilization/race would be rewarded by me for every human-plagued world they cleansed/pressganged.
“And if ever the Necromongers need or wish for Inisfreean aid, it will come,” I offered.
Again, Vaako nodded solemnly, appreciating that. “I don’t suppose your kind expect to ever need help from us,” he wondered aloud.
“We are invincible,” I admitted; we would not.
“Gods?” he asked.
“Now,” I nodded once; “self-made.”
“How?” he asked, frowning slightly, interested.
“Many upsetting experiences with the humans, and many experiments, learning the hard way, forced to continue adapting until, one day, it started to happen.”
That was a little too vague for his liking, his face told me.
“What worked for me and my kind might not work for you and yours; your nature is to reunite fragmented humanity in the young dark region of Space, from whence it came, and which has always called it, if ever so quietly, home; that purpose of yours is a big part of what keeps you going, thus your own form of immortality.”
He considered my viewpoint, eventually finding it must be correct.
“I truly believe different beings have different ways of maintaining their immortality or invincibility, or of discovering those things.”
He could tell I was being honest.
“As gods, do you ask anything of us?” he wondered.
“Only what you are willing to give us, and we usually only ever want loving interaction with compatible people.”
“Sex, then?” he clarified, not concerned either way.
“I and the males of my civilization prefer females who are bi or pan-sexual, and, of course, beautiful -elven, if you will; fit-skinny like models, and of bilateral faces of a certain form.”
He understood, still listening, quiet for now.
“Compersion and polyamory are also part of our nature, so wives, girlfriends, and daughters who meet those criteria are preferred, though we rarely ask, capturing or liberating them only from lesser beings such as humans, never from impressive people such as yourself,” I further explained.
“You wish to sleep with my wife?” he wondered.
“Only if both you and she would enjoy me doing that,” I said, as emotionless and matter-of-fact as he tended to be, or was trained to be.
Vaako thought about that for a moment, picturing how it might look at the start, and what he might feel. He had been evolved so that he, like his forces, no longer felt pain -even the emotional kind.
“I shall speak with her about this,” he decided, offering.
I nodded once, thanking him.
“You only seek loving interaction with people such as us?” he, having had a life of only interstellar military campaigns, somewhat struggled to fully believe, though my tone and vibe were irreproachable, convincing.
“Such were banned on my world for decades, and wars were fought just to begin experiencing them without nightmarish bullying and reprisals,” I revealed more of the past considered somewhat ancient to his generation.
When he showed me the way to the Threshold, and as we flew into the portal the first Lord Marshall had had placed there, he regarded me, somewhat surprised I was not moved by the wondrous views there and ahead inside.
“My people explored all of Space centuries ago, including this place,” I revealed, looking to him with only peace and manners in my eyes; my usual demeanor, at least around good men such as him.
“I see; already gods, you did not need its resurrection effect; it was just another colorful volume of the void to you.” He looked back out the window-wall in front of us, seeing where our ship was going.
I did not tell him that all the young and dark stars inside, now coming into view; the hidden constellation of/in the Underverse, were all like doors to me and my kind, so easily used if ever we pleased. Such information would be useless to him; his kind could never enter them; they’d be incinerated by the will of Heaven / the Sphere Beings long before they got anywhere close to their event-horizons. No one could go through them except me (including my extension/s; the ICVs and our ships) and the Arch Angels (the Sphere Being elders who were not bound to carry out the will of their respective parent-stars).
“The Underverse is still a wondrous place, and right for your people, and I am honored to be invited here. This is the kind of agreeable interaction I and mine always seek. Coming here on our own is interesting, but nowhere near as fulfilling as being invited, especially by the Necromongers.”
He finally smiled -as much as a Lord Marshall ever can or does.
That was a very big deal and good sign, I knew; I had been the one man/god who had made Shadow/Darkness/Hel Incarnate blush and ‘melt’, and now the only one who had gotten a Necromonger to show similar signs of happiness and pride.
“Do you seek anything other than loving interaction with my people while here?” he asked.
“Only if there is more mutually-agreeable things you and your people wish to share with me and mine,” I answered.
He, upon reaching the nearest planet in that ‘pocket’ of hidden Space, showed me to their temples, and let me witness some of their kind becoming reanimated there, and explained the time-distortion (which their first Lord Marshall had discovered; why minutes seemed to pass while he was in the Underverse, but to him it had been years), and even showed me where those slain during their purges appeared in this realm.
“Have you found evidence of humanity becoming un-fragmented here?” I asked, suspecting, ever hearing or otherwise sensing that conversation-steering helpful vibe/’whisper’/hunch.
He regarded me, impressed but not showing it much, and nodded once. “Far fewer than those we kill… appear here. We believe the power or god ruling this realm… reassembles them into whole beings here; individual humans outside the Underverse… are just pieces of a whole soul.”
I thought he must be right in that hypothesis, and gave him a look that said this.
“Fragmented out there… and mixed; jumbled up due to different bloodlines’ natures and focuses, and the effects upon and in them from the different constellations and atmosphere-densities, resulting in all the differences, misunderstandings, and fighting your kind and mine have been manifested and called to fix.”
He was again impressed, this time his eyes showing it more.
I kept using my beyond-distance mind-override / omni-interface technology/superpower/s to keep the existence of the Necromongers a myth, if not entirely covered up / erased from Outlander-human memories.
Vaako became the first immortal Lord Marshall, due to his recurring in-person conversing with me, and honored me in return; he never even let the sexiest royal females of his civilization know who and what I and my people really were.
Every time something stood a chance of overcoming the Necromongers, I clandestinely stepped in, often via deploying some of my Assassin Pods.
Every time a Necromonger fleet encountered females Vaako understood I would find attractive, he made sure to keep them alive long enough for me to deploy an ICV or more to scan and start flash-cloning them –if not acquire them into my Kajirae Training Program.
Centuries later, after an unbroken natural and easy peace between our two civilizations, the EVE Gate (to New Eden) would be opened; the Necromonger philosophy had shifted just a hair, allowing for the worst-fragmented/ing to be more deeply-incarcerated in The Abyss (Space/Hell) prison small-minded/brainwashed humans thought of as just lifeless Space.
There was little point in trying to kill them all, as some of them were of a force entirely based on chaos/fragmenting, never fragmented from whole beings in the distant past; they would only weaken and potentially bring cataclysm/damage to The Underverse if ever they got in.
Even after tricking those chaotic humans/beings over into New Eden, there were still enough of their self-destructive kind spreading through the Milky Way… that the interstellar wars of Dune, Warhammer, and Total Annihilation took place.
The Human Empire of Aorlie came about once all that had finally literally died back down, and largely thanks to the efforts of the janitor-like Necromongers –who’d stayed religiously active all those many millennia, picking up the slack where the Reapers had left off.
Many of the members of the Human Empire were the made-whole descendants of The Underverse, finally strong enough to come back out of that womb-like region of Space, the Chaos-beings/minions (humanimal Outlanders) no longer able to corrupt them into mixing/fragmenting their essences/bloodlines.
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