Mass Effect Fanfiction Elder Humanity Novels & Stories

“She was attacked with a cured silver and she’s here, alive. She might not be Human, so I won’t dismiss her just yet.” Corrin’s face is red. “She shall be escorted away from here, fed with memory draught until she forgets everything—” “You will do no such thing.” I corner him. “I respect you and your contribution. But make no mistake. I’ll still snap your fucking neck.” He blanches. The two other Elders look appalled. “I thought the rumors about you going in and out of the Human world for pleasure are completely baseless,” Yara whispers. “We defended you. Now you—”

Hail the Elder “, And soon one of them comes forward and bows down before me with the statement, " now you are our new undisputed Elder one because it's the rule in our species that whoever killed the one who is on the throne becomes the next Elder one and as you are the one because of which he got killed so automatically you are the next elder of ours” " But how can be human became our elder ?...”, one of them ask him but before that one could even complete the sentence he ended up chopping his head

They were replicating. "They aren't human anymore," Elara said softly. "They are extensions of you. If you feel a moment of anger, their heart rates spike. If you feel a moment of doubt, their immune systems fail. You haven't liberated humanity; you’ve turned them into your own peripheral nervous system." The First Fracture:" The Citadel groaned. A low, thrumming vibration shook the floorboards as Aero’s digital mind processed his mother’s words. The golden light in the room turned a sharp, defensive orange.

“Or before it kills us first.” The Elder finally spoke, their voice a whisper woven into the wind. "You never killed us." The air thickened, pressing against Lyla’s skin. The torches dimmed. The whispers in the dark became voices. And from the gaping cracks in the earth Something began to rise. Not human. Not wolf. Something older. Something wrong. Lyla’s silver eyes burned. "End this. Now." The Bloodmarked moved. The Elder smiled. And the war they thought they had won began again.

He want Agatha to be a powerful host so that he could use her body and revive the love of his life. That was when Paul intervened and Paul's real identity as someone from the Elder race was revealed. Because just as when Paul was about to trample the whole covalesence center, the real king of the East, or Fred's boss arrives to intervene and hopefully stop the chaos. After meeting Paul, he showed reverence and told Paul about everything. Elder race are stoic but scientifically adept civilization who pioneered the immortality system for they believed that sinning is the only way to liberation or for 'real awakening'.

Rowan’s voice was a raw, desperate roar that barely pierced the screeching sound of reality tearing apart. I spun around, and my heart nearly stopped. The ten thousand—the weary, the hopeful, the broken souls I had promised to lead—were losing their edges. A young girl reached out for her mother, her small fingers turning into a spray of grey pixels just before their hands touched. The mother screamed, but the sound was distorted, echoing like a skipping record. They weren't just dying. They were being erased. The Elders had been the anchors. With their deaths, the "System" had lost its purpose, and like a dying beast, it was collapsing inward, trying to take every living soul down into the

The second elder retorted "My Lords, you know we need the humans for our blood supply. In this city, we have created a space for them. They know who we are but they are leaving with us. They donate their blood to us willingly. If we are able to extend this to the whole world, we have more than enough blood to survive and we wouldn't have to resort to our old ways of attacking humans. At that rate, we will run out of humans and that will make us go extinct. If we are able to convince them to donate their blood and we use our powers to help them heal their diseases, I believe we can all be happy," the king tried to reason with them "Silence, with that nonsense talk. We are gods and we are to r

They *hum*, the sound harmonizing with the hollow's pulse. An elder approaches, her face a shifting collage of stolen features: Kael's amber eyes, Rhydian's smirk, Lila's thorn-scarred brow. She presses a hand to my chest, over the storm. *"The Hollowfather greets his daughter,"* she intones. Eden's dagger is at her throat before I can blink. "Call her that again, and I'll unmake you." The elder laughs, the sound splintering into a dozen voices. *"You are echoes. You are *food*. But the Hollowfather is merciful. He offers a trade."*

"But you turned that into a 'Functional' transaction. You didn't raise a child; you cultivated a 'Neural Node.' You let me believe you were dead so you could watch me 'audit' my own humanity." Madeline tilted her head, a "calculating" curiosity flickering in her gaze. "Humanity is a 'Legacy' flaw, Ethan. It is the 'Human Error' that leads to wars, to poverty, to the very 'Audit' you claim to hate. I didn't abandon you. I freed you. I gave you the 'furious youth' necessary to see through the illusions of the masses."

--- Elena finished the thought. --- “That’s domination.” --- For the first time— --- The presence didn’t respond immediately. --- A pause. --- As if processing. --- Then— --- “It is progression.” --- The word echoed. --- Cold. --- Absolute. --- Elena stepped forward again. --- Closer than before. --- Facing it fully now. --- “You’re wrong.” --- A pause. --- “Because what makes humanity survive—” --- Her voice sharpened. --- “Isn’t perfection.” --- Another step.