"Push them back, destroy them all! But first find Gavera, he willl assist you and take Calum with you, she seems to be powerful in the arts of sorcery.

Sam

Sam and his men began to finish the enemies left in the trench.
"Form up! Heavy Weapons at the dug outs main infantry in the trench!" He ordered as he stud and looked over the horizon, he could see the enemy camps and he could just make out one banner it was a Khorne banner.
"Remain ready they will attack again!" He said walking back towards the ridge.

"As you wish, Syrath." Kaless flew off to find Gavera and Calam, flying high over the new camp to try to find either of them.

"I hope these fools get their gak together soon, or I'm going to have to deal with them with some stronger methods."

Syrath raised his massive talons, the ground shuddered as a throne of black stone sprouted up, he smirked as he sat in the massive throne and stared down on his new servants, cackling at the sight of his new Empire rising from his ancient fallen one....

"But there's no fun if it's done instantly, right?" asked a voice from the dragon's right side; followed by light laughter.

Standing there was a familiar figure; a somewhat ordinary looking woman, standing on the top of his new throne. She leapt off of the throne in order to stand in front of the beast. Her hair forming wings of sorts she hummed a slightly upbeat tune as she delicately glided to the floor.

Syrath's flaming eyes widened, this puny beings psychic might seemed to eclipse the others that he had surrounded himself with, his four heads moved down to study the 'child', as he called any human mortal he found during battle or any other situation for that matter;

"You have a point girl, may I ask of your name human?"

"Aria L'chanson", she bowed as she said this.

"Well, Aria, I am 'Syrath'. I have many a title, yet I am more interested in what you may have to say young one."

"What is there to say really? I only just got here after all"

Syrath was intrigued, a rare emotion for the Daemon to ever feel, he chuckled joyfully as he knelled down to become eye to eye with the girl;

"So why do you come here my little friend?"

"Not sure to tell the truth. I just sort of drift about and now I'm here."

"Ah drifter I see, quite an interesting part of the mortal folk I must say, so do you have any questions for good ol' Syrath? I'd be happy to answer any if you wish."

Lynessa was searching for gareva, power sword in one hand and a bolt of change in the other.
She jumped into a tent where there was an awful large amount of noise and saw gareva despoiling some slave and pleasuring himself. ''Alright now im done with you!'' She screamed as she pulled him out and gave him a kick in his stomach, she hurled him on her shoulders and teleported him towards the dragon. She threw him on the ground there and after kicking him some more bowed down before the daemon and made some distance.

"Well, Gavera you finally arrive, it's been quite some time before you showed up you lazy ass!"

"These your friends? This guy smells funny."

Gareva laughed as Lynessa walked away.
"Ha was that the best you could do? After all we've been through!" He said standing up readying his weapons
"Come on lets see how you do!" He said charging into Lynessa his lash clashed across her chest knocking her to the floor.
"Come on if you loss that child you defend will be mine!" Gareva taunted laughing at the end of the sentence.

"My apologies Aria, these fools are my allies, not friends, and now I'm beginning to regret hiring them!"

Syrath stood up from his throne and separate Lyensa and Garvea with his staff.

Suddenly Gareva was knocked to the side, Kaless giving him a kick that had 20 feet's worth of fall added to the power, and heard at least one of his ribs break. "Syrath, are we ready to leave now?"

"Yes, so stop the petty family squabbling and file for divorce! Tarkus, Calum I wish to speak with you privately, while Gavera, Lyensaa and Kaless can begin their assault on the Nurgle forces."

Aria began to hum, the three stopped in place holding their weapons to their throats.

"Listen to Syra at least before you kill each other" she laughed.

Gareva felt the pain.
"Oh that felt good. Did Lynessa made me who a am? Her idea of a perfect person. Now young one you will be mine for now I'll avoid you it is what the daemon wants."Gareva said smiling at the young woman standing next to Lynessa.

Syrath's eyes widened at the sight of the three choking due to the girls singing, and watched as they went deathly silent.....

"Good Aria, very, very good!"[

Lynessa felt the pain and through a psychic link said.
''Yes my lord'' before disappearing, she reappeared in the middle of the nurgle forces she let out a psychic scream, all those around her fell to the ground. Using sorcerours powers she began incinerating the fould daemons of the plague god.

Kaless followed her mother after an angry glance at Gareva, flying off towards the fight again. Hopefully she could actually get into the fight this time.

Aria was taken aback by the promise. "No thanks...".

"Ignore the foolish man my friend, now I wish to speak with you regarding your powers Aria, you are quite powerful."

"What do you wish, Syrath?"

Says Tarkus, turning away from the two arguing cultists.

"Alright then"

I pause at the daemons request before walking forward into his gaze.
"You called? So do you want to speak to us seperatley or will together be fine?" I say glancing first at Tarkus, then at the other female psyker. Her powers seem to be way beyond mine and that unerves me.

Gareva looked at the Daemon.
"Hmmmmm the Nurgle forces you want killed was it? One request that young woman in chains and then you can have my eternal service." Gareva said as his wings burst from his back and he flew to the Nurgle camp. He landed the Nurgle troops did not know why he was here. Before they would know Gareva's lash decapitated a entire group around him.
"Ha this is going to be fun" he said as he walked through the camp destroying everything.

"My three friends, I have called with you to speak with me on the subject of who will be my next second in command, while Tarkus posses martial skills beyond most mortals and some Daemon Princes, he may not be the grandest commander on the planet. Aria, you are one of the most powerful sorcerers I have ever met, but I'd rather you as a friend than a commander and now we come to Calum. You posses great power but you simply wish to be left alone, not part of my schemes, so who's up to the task as my second in command?"

"I don't think I'd make a good commander. What's wrong with that other one touched by Tzeentch?"

Gareva stud on a pile of the dead Nurgle Warriors.
"Oh this was fun." Gareva said, his wings burst from his back and he flew over to the Imperial Lines he looked down and saw each position. Darkness began to fall across the planet.
"Hmmmm my new talent might be fun here." He said landing on a mountain and looked down onto the Imperial lines. His mind reached into the warp and back to reality clawing into the minds of the Guardsmen below, projecting images of pleasure and death into the minds of the troop's asleep.

Ve'Carr looked out, but he knew the fight was lost. He called up to the flagship," Cancel Exterminatus, I have a new plan......" Ve'Carr finished his order, finding Howlett, shocked he was still alive. He said, " Howlett, get the women and children out of the city, load the vehicles up and get them to the rendevous." Howlett told him no, saying the order was pointless. Ve'Carr picked the man up, looking him in the eye," You WILL do what I say or I will crush you." With his order given out, the women and children were leaving. Ve'Carr donned his helmet, flamer and thunder hammer. He turned to his troops, giving a mighty speech, " Men, you have followed me into the depths of hell and back, and I ask it of you once more. Here we make our final stand. In years to come, tales will be told of the Salamanders brave and heroic fight to save the planet. So I bid you stand, men of Nocturne. INTO THE FIRES OF BATTLE, UNTO THE ANVIL OF WAR!!!" Every marine chanted the phrase as the Marines rushed into combat. Slaying any form of Chaos in their path. But the numbers were too great, and the Salamanders soon fell. All but Ve'Carr were dead. Ve'Carr fought bravely, many wounds in he still fought bravely. But he succumbed, falling onto a pile of his men. With his dying thoughts he knew the women and children made it away. He laid his head to rest, knowing his job was done.

Kaless strode into the medical center of the salamanders. One apothecary was tending to injured space marines. One less apothecary would mean less astartes to fight in the future. He came at her quickly, some kind of gauntlet including a chainsword was swung at her, but she stepped out of the way before pushing him over, using his momentum against him, then putting her bolt pistol against his head before finishing it. Then she bound the patients. They may be astartes, but while they're injured they're just another load of sacrifices to slaanesh. Then she moved on, ready to attack the astartes from behind, crushing them against the nurgle daemons before going on to kill them, her former allies.

Gareva broke his link to the humans bellow, he though to himself about that young Slaanesh female and how he could get to her without Lynessa knowing or try and get her out of the way. Then he knew they had the deal with the Daemon and it could contact them, his wings spread and he flew to the last place he saw the beast.
"Syrath show yourself!" Gareva yelled standing in the ash wastes.

"What Gavera? I tire of your pleasure seeking and strange whims of a Slannesh nature, I will not use my powers to enslave some mortals for your petty pleasure."

"I don't want that!" Gareva said his lash shot from his hand and wrapped around the Daemons neck.
"I want Lynessa! Summon her!" Gareva growled before removing his lash from the beast's neck.

Syrath sent a jolt of energy through Gavera, sending him flying back as he rose from his obsidian throne and sends another wave of energy which leaves Gavera shuddering and screaming as Syrath cackles madly, Syrath's mark and gifts disappear as the Daemon tears the contract in two.....

Lynessa was cutting down wave after wave of nurglitch daemons, when the salamanders struck she incinerated the first two before the another one hit her. With her power sword she parried the astartes with a strike from her powersword she decapitated the astartes. She was being overwhelmed from both sides now, she teleported away on the outskirts to fight the daemons in the back where there where no astartes.

A squad of Sisters of Battle had made the mistake of fighting her. She used all her tricks. First she appeared to them nearly normal, and they fired at the image of her, before one was killed from above and she showed herself as the living devil. Then she had sonic blaster'd three, before they charged and were whipped to death. Their leader had given a little resistance, but nothing really. She felt sick that she had once been as weak as this.

Atris had risen. She shut and closed her eyes slowly, focusing her diluted eyes. Her body began to awake. She began to move her mouth.

"Why... Why did you do this Tarkus?"

She plodded slowly towards him.

"I thought you loved me..."

Noticing that Atris had finaly awoken, Tarkus turns away from the dragon-like form of Syrath and the others, to face her.

"I do, Atris. Why else why I have sworn servitude to a daemon, and give up my freedom to resurrect you?"

"Quite a touching reunion it seems" Aria said with a slightly dejected tone.

"I was free, Tarkus, but you had to imprison me..."

Atris staggered. She had been overwhelmed by the events of today. She began to fall, only to be caught by Tarkus.

"Quaint, but petty emotions are not of my concern Aria, let them reunite, but I must return to my plotting and scheming while they talk with each other on whatever topic they wish."

Syrath circled the blood pit, watching as bones of the dead floated in the red mercury of the pit, he dipped his talon into the bubbling liquid and observed it slid down his fingers.....

"What's with the goop?"

"This is my pit of sacrifice, mutation and the gift of life, but it is a hard tool to master, and not all are willing to take it's gifts such as this mortal."

"I loved you Atris, I truly did. But I see you no longer feel the same. The Atris I knew died long ago."

He says quietly. With a blank face, he turns again to the dragonic form of Syrath.

"Syrath. Undo what you have done. NOW. We still have a deal, and I shall honour that agreement, you did what you promiced..."

Turning back to Atris, he mutters

"..Even if it didn't work out."

"You want me too take my essence from her?"

Syrath kneels down to properly come eye to eye with Tarkus;

"It will be her decision I believe, she could be useful Tarkus."

"No... Keep me..."

Atris fainted in Tarkus' arms, unaware of the negotiations that were emerging.

"Maybe its not her that died..." I mutter quietly, but loud enough that Tarkus can hear it.

"So it seems she does want to live? Awake her, if she wishes to live, then I will not take that gift from her."

Gareva stud up his gifts from that daemon had gone but he was free of its control, he was now a target for the others. He walked through the ash wastes for hours no sign of anything, collapsed and heard a chuckle his dark god was watching him. Gareva though this would finally be Slaanesh coming to claim his soul but instead a portal ripped open and from it a horde of Daemonettes walked out.
"Has Slaanesh gave me command?" Gareva said looking at the first one that entered reality, it nodded calling its fellows to enter this world. Gareva saw a strange beast come out and stop in front of him it was a Steed of Slaanesh. Gareva was now ready to lead the attacks and recruit his warriors.

"Good."

He says quietly, getting to his feet slowly. With a snarl, he turns to Calamity, the fires that had remained dead across his form, again blazing into life.

"Be silent worm, if I were dead, I would not be able to burn you alive, something I can do with a casual thought. If anything, I'm more alive."

Aria figured she'd only annoy the creature by questioning the pit further. With nothing more to do she walked away from the others a bit. Once she thought she was in an out of the way corner her eyes lit up and her hair flit around. Cracks formed on the ground in front of her, blue and pink flames flicking out from within them. Slowly they crept up to form a piano. As was usual when she was unsure of what to do next she began to play; always the same song formed from her memories. It helped her to think.

"Hopefully, she won't mind hearing my thoughts, or me hearing hers. Anyway, let her be at peace, we must regain our advantage over our rising goes, Tarkus, find Blood Reaper. Calum, stay with me, I require you for a ritural."

I'm laughing now as I jump from my perch, walking towards him.
"More alive Tark? But what did that cost you? Your humanity? I'm sure the man that she used to know is dead. You gave in to your daemons, your theres now. Their plaything. They've changed you"

"I'm still who I was, Calamity. Just better. Being alone in an ash waste, with only hostile guard and crazed chaotic forces as company for who knows how long would vhange anyone."

Turning to Syrath, he asks.

"Of course Syrath. What should I do once I locate him?"

Gareva marched and he found his first target it was the Tzeentch camp full of fouls who think they know everything.
"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL FOR SLAANESH!" Gareva roared charging in on his beast his lash clashes against flesh tearing it from the bone or shattering bone. before the cultists could ready themselves Daemonettes leapt into them tearing flesh to shreds Gareva sat on his mount in the middle of the carnage.
"This will show that witch!" He laughed over the screams of death.

"Tell my loyal servant his games are at an end for now, he and his Bloodletters willl gladly follow you once they see your mark of Syrath back to me."

"It will be done."

Says Tarkus, walking away from the clearing and towards where he knew Blood Reaper to be located.

"Maybe Tark, maybe. But, at the moment you don't even seem to be the person I first met" I turn my attention from Tarkus back to the daemon "A ritual?" I say slightly caustiously "What do you want me to do?"

Blood Reaper stood atop a broken statue, cackling madly as he held up the head of an Imperial Guardsman Sergent, he swung again to kill off another one of the mortal rats before jumping down and screaming at the retreating Guard as his Bloodletters chased after them but a figure in the must caught his eye.

"Calam, I need you to summon reinforcements from the warp, we have achieved a good number of sacrafices, and enough to bring forth a cohort of Juggernauts from the Realm of Chaos to assist in battle."

"You there, Blood Reaper, Syrath calls. Bring your forces, follow me."

Tarkus shouts over to the Daemon, lifting up his arm to show the mark burnt into his flesh.

Blood Reaper see's the new comers mark and quickly sprints forward, followed by his Bloodletter cohort as he approaches Tarkus and bows before the Chaos Warrior before following him to Syrath, dragging his burning blade along...

My eyes open wide at what Syrath is asking me to do. "Summon more daemons, how am I supposed to do that?"

Syrath carefully plucks Calam from the ground and places her atop a spiked podioum and places a large, gem studded book before here, across it's ancient pages lay hundreds of Chaotic symbols and diagrams, the massive being flicks through several pages before pointing to a spesific paragraph and nods to the girl;

"Read from here."

Lynessa teleported towards the dragon, my lord i have shed blood amongst the ranks of nurgle but i can't fight an army on my own. I am ready to serve whatever whim you have but i can't do it alone.

"Once we have our reinforcements, we can properly begin our raids again, but wait till I have given the commands."[i]

I handle the book like it is dangerous, trying to keep it at arms length. I read from the passage slowly, trying carefully not to make any mistakes. I glance upwards when I'm finised and wait to see the results.

The sound of a thud and a bang causes Syrath's eyes to turn to a rip in reality, several streaks of lightning slam into the ground as the pit bubbles and realities shield against the warp is broken. Several massive objects appear, made of steel and brass, and ridden by snarling and leering Bloodletters, Syrath cackles as they ride towards him and bow their heads, the Greater Daemon turns and pats a now pale Calam on with his mighty claw and sniggers as she pulls back from his touch.

''Ah this girl has potential my lord i advice you protect her well from the warp spawn they will see her as a treasure.''

"Lyenssa, that would be Calam'a own decision, not yours, now return to your duties and await my command, I must speak with Calam, she has proved herself quite worthy."

"They are here, Syrath."

Says Tarkus, returning to the clearing, a horde of bloodletters led by Blood Reaper behind him.

Atris was deep in her subconscience, images of memories flitting by.

"Do not be afraid Atris. I won't hurt you."

Syrath's booming voice echoed throughout the dreamscape, startling Atris.

"What do you want?!"

]"I am part of you, mind, body and soul. You are an extension of my essence and power, we share a bond Atris, but remember of Tarkus, do not disappoint him, he is a valued warrior and can led my forces with great martial prowess and I can gift you with whatever you wish so wake, wake up Atris and smell the ashes."

Syrath looked down on the Juggernaut and the arriving Bloodletters, Blood Reaper and Tarkus bowed to him as they arrived while the Greater Daemon cackled and approached the rising Tarkus with a smirk on his face;

"Tarkus, you have done well, prepare to attack Gavera , leave that treacherousness wreck broken, in every form of mind body and soul, I will attend to your dear Atris, and will make sure she is, OK."

Gareva watched the Tzeentch camp burn to the ground everything lay in ash, Daemonettes danced around the flames laughing. Gareva sat on his mount and began to think about Lynessa....... her jealousy stopping him from doing what his god wanted, in rage Gareva wrapped his lash around on of the Daemonettes and crushed its head.
"We move out to kill the rest of them!" Gareva yelled marching his army to the next camp each of them will feel the squeeze.

"Of course Syrath, it will be done."

Says Tarkus, before breaking into a spring out of the clearing, jagged axe in burning hand.

"Before you leave Tarkus, I have a small gift for you, it's nothing much."

From the bubbling pit, the bones of several creatures joined together, the blood overcoming the bones as it began to form into flesh, a pair of flaming eyes much like Syrath's own coming into existence as a massive Daemonic being began to form and breath, it was massive, the size of a Juggernaut and had the form of a bear, it's form burning with an ethereal magical fire as it roared and ran towards Tarkus....

"My thanks Syrath."

Says Tarkus, leaping to jump onto the back of the newly-formed mount, before again charging off to battle.

Lynessa

Lynessa walked up towards the dragon. ''My lord the shield between the warp and the material world is shattering at some places, i can feel the powers of slaanesh seeping through, i think that gareva is not alone.''

Syrath sighs and looks down on the girl and snarls;

"I know Lyessa, I am a Daemon after all, do you not think I cannot feel my own brethren entering the material realm? That is why I have dispatched Tarkus with my Khornate Host, you may accompany him if you wish, while I must tend to my mutual friend..."

Atris awoke suddenly. She was held in a massive claw, suspended high over the ground. Syrath still talked in her head.

"You obey my command and you will have all the riches you could desire. But if you dare turn, you and Tarkus will die.

Atris stood up, eager to get back onto the ground. She was in plated armour, coated with the icons of Chaos.

"Have a present or two as well."

In Atris' hand a dagger made out of shimmering steel appeared. A mask wrapped around her delicate face, laced with the embodiments of emotion. Last, a brass and iron gauntlet was clasped about her left hand, with an otherwordly portal in the palm of it. Blue flames were flexed about as Atris exerted her psychic power upon the gauntlet.

"You will sabotauge the enemy's machines and plans. Within you beats the heart of terror, use it."

"Good Atris, you have embraced Chaos in it's all accepting glory, go now and wreak terror among the foe, bring me their severed heals and broken bodies so I can feed the hungry gods of Chaos."

''Yes my lord i will aid him to my fullest capacity.''

Lynessa turned to the pit, with ancient incatations she began conjuring a daemon a mount to be bound to her. It was a screamer of tzeentch it appeared its maw open screaming it landed next to her she jumped on it and teleported towards tarkus.

''Something to do friend?'' Lynessa asked flying next to tarkus.

"Care to let me down?"

"Oh, Lynessa, hello. I'm currently on my way to engage, and execute, the traitor Gareva, your Slaaneshi lover-boy with the oversized tongue if I recal correctly."

Says Tarkus turning his head to face the Tzeench cultist.

Syrath dropped the girl to the ground and chuckled darkly, turning his head to see if Lysenna was near, he smiled as he spoke to Atris through her mind;

"She will try to take him from you, I give you that message and warning my dear Atris, and she is trying to be my most loyal of servants so watch my back and I'll watch yours."

''Oh ill help i need to make sure i flow his blood for the fact that he betrayed me, hey mind handing me blade there?''

"If I must serve you, fine. What am I to do now?"

Atris clutched and fiddled with the blade on her fingertips. Her mask was morphing with colour, and flames were spilling through her gauntlet.

GAreva was on his teed walking with his forces, they came to the Khorne camp ha the fools would not stop this attack Gareva though to himself. He ordered the Daemonettes to assault the front while he went around to suprise, the plan work the Khorne warriors charged the Daemonettes not noticing Gareva sneaking up and assaulting them. The battle was soon over and the camp in flames.

"I want you to destroy my enemies, spy on my servants, and weed out the weak. I have doubts over Lyenssa and Kalless, while they where for some time a useful tool, their abbilities wane and pale now, watch them for weakness, if they weaken further, break them and watch Calam. She may be strong, but loyal she is not."

"I shall watch their every move."

Atris leaped across the dunes, almost like a silhouette dancing across the ash wastes. Her armour fit seamlessly, almost as if it had been forged into her own body.

"Oh, Lynessa... It will be fun meeting you again.."

Rephosus

Rephosus was preparing the reanimation projector on his knight it was prepared to allow the reanimation protocols to work on a faster rate and on a larger scale he prepared the lines standing next to the vargard. ''Oh brother it will be glorious like back when i saved your ass from the daemons.''

He ordered a small vanguard of tomb blades to recon the area.

Syrath's camp size had increased, several spires now surrounded the bubbling pit and the massive black, obsidian throne let him sit over his servants and watch over his body guard. His black staff in his right hand, and a black orb in the left, he smiled as Blood Reaper moved towards him and bowed;

"Sir, the ambush is ready."

Syrath's four heads cackled as he lay back on his throne, he waved his hand to signal Blood Reaper could leave and watched through his orb as his former servant Lyennsa was attacked by a group of ferocious Bloodletters and Hounds and turned his attention to Kaleess as harpy like daemons assaulted her flying forms. He lay back in his set dropping his orb as he placed his hands into a pyramid and smirked. 

Lynessa was moving with the force when suddenly the daemons attacked her. ''Oh you fething gakkers you will pay for this!'' She screamed as she decapitated three bloodletters. ''Oh you will feel the pain.'' Lynessa screamed as she hurled doombolts at the enemy shortly after disappearing.

Her chosen had survived the attack and she had teleported them towards her, she opened a phychic link towards kaless. ''Kaless my love come to me the dragon betrays us.''

A warp rift blue fires spreading she saw an herald on a disc fly out. ''Tzeentch favors you and will support your cause'' He said as dozens of horrors came out of the rift accompanied by flamers. Her mark of tzeentch was glowing and she felt the gifts of sorcery increase but she didn't succumb to spawndom this was the first step to daemonhood.

Atris had ran quickly; she had almost caught up with her targets. She hid in the walls of some nearby ancient structure and began to observe them.

"What? Why are the Daemons attacking?"

"Lyneesa has failed to impress me in the form of warfare, you should continue to weaken her and her allies, and do not let your love for Tarkus blind you, I will not let him die to Slannesh filth."

"Very well, I shall do your bidding."

Atris ran closer. Daemonettes swarmed around her as they rolled over Lynessa like a great wave. A blue gate of warpfire opened up, and she was gone. Atris jumped through as the portal was closing. The Daemonettes began to flee, as the bloodied body of Tarkus crashed through.

"Hello Lynessa."

Atris began to focus on Lynessa's mind. They had hated each other since Alustdor, now she would settle it. THe battle ensued.

With a daemonic howl, Tarkus swept his great, jagged axe through the necks of four daemonettes, the disgusting creatures falling to the ground with a thud. His new mount was very useful, its flaming form crushed Slaaneshi's left and right, their multi-coloured ichor staining its grey fur. Turning to his elite, juggernought bodyguard, he roars backwards,

"SLAY THEM ALL, LEAVE NONE ALIVE."

''Oh little girl you still haven't learned haven't you?'' Lynessa said as she changed, disappeared and reappearing in another form confusing the enemy she lashed out into her mind. She began pulling at her soul she would rend her soul out of her body and sacrifice it to tzeentch.

Pain throbbed in Atris' head, but she still stood. Chaos began to run through her, she was part of Syrath now. She pushed once more.

"You haven't learned either."

She began to laugh manically, warping and vexing her mask. Her cackle was amplified and resonated inside the heads of every creature within earshot.

Gareva saw a Khorne Daemon smash into his force his force next to it was the fool Tarkus. Gareva hissed as he charged at the fool but the juggernought smashed into Gareva's mount crushing it. Gareva used his lash and wrapped it around the beast's neck and torn it's head off.
"It's just you and me! One question Where is Lynessa?" Gareva yelled as he circled Tarkus.

"No idea, scum."

Tarkus barks, spitting at the Slaaneshi's feet.

"I will cut you open, abomination, you cannot win here."

"...like when I saved your ass from the daemons"
A circuit inside Caldrek's head sizzled for a second, and a memory clip almost dating back to the Great Heresy showing within his head:
A Khornate Daemon Prince posed to strike with its massive axe, a weapon that would obliterate the Vargard entirely. Caldrek reached for his weapon, but to no avail. The axe began to swing down, but a crimson beam from Rephosus' Knight erupting from the Daemon's chest at the last minute
"Do me a favour, don't leave it so close again this time Reph" chuckled the Vargard.
"I wont" replied the Cryptek
An almost inaudible buzz faded into being, signifing the return of the Tomb Blades.
"Well?" asked Caldrek sharply.
"Three minutes away. 5 Ghost Arks and some Lychguard. That's it for wave one" replied the leader of the three Blades.
"Ok, return and attack them. Doom Scythe 2, support the Tomb Blades" the small buzz of the Tomb Blades was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the Doom Scythe's engines. It shot off to the side, and a bright green beam popped into being about 100 meters away. A large explosion glowed brightly for a moment, showing the unfortunate Ghost Ark's Warriors being thrown everywhere, and illuminating the Scythe as it sailed over the top of the collection of vehicles.
This is going to be fun thought Caldrek, jumping forward on his Grav Pack with Rephosus and twenty Triarch Praetorians, going for something squishy.

Aria landed on Syrath's back. "I don't think zombie girl's strong enough for this... Or was this your plan the whole time Syra?" she smiled at what that realisation would mean.

Suddenly, Syrath could hear the buzzing of flies, smell the stench of decay and rot. Then, he heard a plegm-like chuckling.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh... You thought you could assault my forces and leave without consequences?" It was Ulgot. "How foolish, how arrogant, to think one so above a child of Nurgle. I shall come for you and your pathetic Little Ones. And though you may send my army back to the warp, maybe even slay me in combat, I will make sure you are left with the parting gift of Nurgle's latest concoction. I promise to you that you will not die swiftly, and yet your form will be pock-marked, bristling with bubbles of pus and gangrene, bloated with building gasses, swelling with gout, and worse. When I am finished with you, you will be begging for Father Nurgle to end your life, yet death will not come to you. And when you are banished back from whence you came, Nurgle shall feast on your rotting soul." As the buzzing and the smell faded away, Syrath was given one last laugh from the Plague Lord before returning to reality.
Far off into the distance, a green tide was swelling, growing. For the last time on this doomed planet, the forces of Ulgot the Plague-Father marched to war.

"My dear Aria, Astris will be quite victorious, she does not even have to kill the wretch, just send a message. Don't mess with Syrath the Immortal, and I believe that message will soon become clear Aria, these fools think I'm some sort of joke, a petty fool, but I am no such rumors are true. If these insects want a fight, I shall give them one, Aria. But you have a point, Lynessa, Kalees and Gavera where only tempory assistants, and now when they where so close, and so splintered and hating of eachother, now weak and easy for the kill.

"A shame really, they seemed sort of useful"

"When one serves Chaos, or is the product of it, sacrafices and pain are neseccery parts of it's worship."

The scream that should have immobilized her was just shrugged of. ''Do you think some petty fabricated spell like that can hurt me? Its not even yours!''
Lynessa saw that illusion wasn't the path to go she hurled a bolt of change at her but she evaded
''You know i could just turn to slaanesh and ravage you right here'' Lynessa said as she suddenly disappeared reappearing behind her
''Or i could turn to khorne and just chop your head off'' As a blade made of illusion went through her neck
''Or i could stay loyal to tzeentch and just change you in colorful mutated spawn''
she wasn't really anywhere now she knew the womens mind couldn't fight chaos pure chaos only those gadgets gave her magical power it wasn't hers she duplicated disappeared but didn't strike
''Oh this would be fun'' she thought to herself

She knew of the pain too well, instead she just quietly nodded.

"I suppose it's like a game. Trading away and hoping not to lose something too important".

Watching the fight she started mouthing words silently. Her hand stretched out, words began to form in flame and flow from her palm; in a language only a few could understand or even see.

They floated from her hand towards Atris. At first surrounding, then embedding themselves in her body.


"Though you may not like it Syra, but sometimes we just need to even the odds just a little".

Syrath watched the events unfolding before his flamming eyes, burning bright with devious joy as he felt Aria's magic empower Astris, through his bound he could feel the power;

"Yes....yes, more glorious power!"

Atris dropped to the ground laughing. The space around her was warping and changing with every movement, and she was powerless to stop it. Syrath had taken a hold of her. She screamed, the power rushing through her burning from the inside, consuming her, but it was soon muffled by the sounds of laughter. She could feel runes embedding themselves in her body.

"DID YOU THINK THAT WAS MY ONLY TRICK?!"

The voice was not Atris'', it was daemonic. The planet was forming to her divine image.

"I NEED TO DELIVER A MESSAGE, FOOL, BUT MY LORD HAS NO QUALMS WITH ENDING YOU!"

Her mask was broadcasting the most torturous sounds and thoughts that she could muster, burning and tearing at the minds of anything that could hear.

"It's only temporary though. Figured she could use a confidence boost. If it also flowed into you I'd say make use of it as if should fade away by the end of that fight".

"That is fine my dear Aria, you have proven yourself a glorious assistance, please ask me for anything, and I will give it to you for free."

The Daemon's multiple heads smiled down on the powerful psycher.....

"I learnt a long time ago never to ask of something from a Daemon" she smiled.

"Good choice my dear, very, very good choice. We don't want such a pretty flower stained by Chaos any further do we?"

Lynessa felt the power of others flow through the women, she was a mere vessel now plaything for the dragon, an empty husk.
Lynessa saw that the tzeentchian daemons where all out of the portal, her work was done now she would move with her warhost to prepare the execution of that damned dragon.
emptyness...
Reappearance...
Lynessa was a a couple of kilometers away from the fight now, she ordered a dozen of screamers to aid kaless and bring her here while the rest of the daemons began preparing the sacrificial circle that was needed for lynessa to ascend.

"Yeah..." her memory causing her smile to fade.

"Yes, RUN WHELP! Know now that Tzeentch cannot help you worm! I will take your daughter and break her over my alter, and then, reap your soul! Beware Leysnna! Doom is upon you!"

Atris slumped over. She began to burn. The power that had rushed through her unprepared frame had taken it's toll.

"I... Wh..."

She fell unconscious, and she began to turn to ash.

The runes lifted from Atris' unconscious body then flowed back towards Aria. She held out her hand with a solemn face and they crept back into her palm; cringing as it happened.

Flying from the battle, Kaless realised what had happened to her, what she had done, serving this false chaos thing. She focused her mind into the mark of her master on her chin, and began to speak.

"Oh, my dear, lord, the Dark Prince, She Who Thirsts, greatest yet youngest, the lord of pleasure, the great Slaanesh, I have been a fool. Forgive me, I served Tzeench in his quest against the plague father. That Syrath, he is a trickster, a plotter, a cunning killer, but could we not work against him, master? I shall desert him. A contract can be broken from either side. I shall join Gareva. I shall join the Great Unclean One against a common enemy. My Prince, grant me the powers formerly given by him, and he shall be defeated. Send your best warriors, and you shall be paid in the souls of the Tzeenchi. My soul is already yours, now allow me to serve you."


...It shall be done.

Kaless felt the power of her true deity surge through her, her wings being destroyed then remade in a far greater way, new speed flowing through her, heightened senses allowing her to feel everything. This would be war. And she had no intention of losing. She sped upwards, her improved eyes seeing reality tear below her and swarms of daemonettes and other creatures of the Dark Prince flowing out. She saw the message flowing through to the warriors of nurgle, understanding flowing into their thoughts. Her mind met Gareva's, and they understood now that together, in the name of She Who Thirsts, they would defeat the draconic monstrosity.

Time for war, she said.

The four Ghost Arks floated closer toward the edge of the Monolith's weapon range, one being split verticaly from behind as the Doom Scythe made another pass, Death Ray roaring. The Tomb Blades soon followed, thier weapons killing several of the sprawled Warriors.
"FIRE!" yelled Cardrek, pointing at the enemies with his stolen Power Sword. He was answered by the pulsing energy crackle of the Immortals' Guass Blasters and the high-pitched whine of the Monolith's Particle Whip charging. The fussilade of fire killed all the remaining Sautehk Warriors from within the two destroyed Ghost Arks, and a bright flash reduced the central surviving Ark to a pile of metal and a few warriors struggling to revive themselves. The Plasma Bolts from Rephosus' weapon quickly ended thier attempts, the Ghost Arks floating over them and turning sideways. The Guass Arrays discharged a load of shots, felling a couple of the Immortals. Caldrek ordered the Praetorians with him and Rephosus to split into two squads for a strike.

Though they were reduced in their numbers, Ulgot's forces were still able to carry the fight to whomever opposed them. Tonight, it was a Daemon of Tzeentch, Syrath. The plague-bearers did not sing songs this time, opting instead to shout insults and war-cries to the enemy. As they approached Syrath's forces, massive clouds of flies heralded their approach and began to harry the multi-headed one.

The battle was over. The Sautekh Necrons on this world had been crushed, repurposed and reanimated. Caldrek was busy overseeing the vehicles being loaded on to one of the Fleet's frigates. Rephosus had taken all of the Warriors from this planet & the Immortals from the Dynasty through the Monolith back to Skyhammer. The Triarch praetorians were assisting as best they could, organising the still-confused-from-the-reprogramming Ghost Ark pilots (which was most of them) into a space-saving Jigsaw within the Cargo hold, and killing the occasional Daemon.
They seem to be getting bigger thought Caldrek, as he beheaded a Juggernaught causing the Bloodletter to flip head over heels and land on it's face. One of the Praetorians walked over and stabbed it in the head and the daemon caught fire, burning to a crisp in seconds. The last Ark was loaded, and the frigate took off with the Triarch Praetorians on board and the Doom Scythe floating alongside it, keeping pace easily. Caldrek himself was on the ground still, preparing to Phase-Jump back to the Warship.

As he watched the frigate get gradually smaller in the distance, a massive roar rang over the area. Turning, Caldrek saw a massive Daemon Prince running at him full speed. Caldrek barely had time to draw his Power Sword and one of his pistols before the Daemon was upon him. Using his experimental Reality Slower, Caldrek immobilised the Daemon's claw moments before it would have decapitated him. Caldrek couldn't stop the entire Daemon, and it's momentum sent it careering forward, stumbling as a blow from the Power Sword opened up it's thigh as Caldrek dropped to one knee. The monster kept it's footing and turned around, so Caldrek stood and fired the pistol, the bizarre energy projectile flying gracefully into the daemon's left eye. Half of it's head exploded in a red & tattered mess, coating the Necron with blood. The Daemon swiped it's hand backwards, Caldrek being thrown into the air from behind by some sort of magic. The Necron landed heavily, cutting the input from his optics off momentarily. As they flickered back on, Caldrek saw the Daemon's foot being lifted up above his head. The foot began descending, and Caldrek acted upon instinct. Swiping the Power Sword diagonally through the air, and the Daemon Prince had it's foot sheared off. The colosal beast fell as it's injured leg gave out completely. Caldrek got up, ordered Skyhammer to Exterminate the planet immediately, and activated the Phase Jump. He was about to go when the Daemon punched him in the face, knocking his head clean off.

The next thing Caldrek was aware of was a rushing sound, and the frantic voice of Skyhammer's gunner in his head.
"...Caldrek, get out of there you've got ten seconds till that shell hits!"
A quick glance around showed that the deamon prince had gone. Caldrek stood and re-attempted the Phase Jump. Then, with half a second before effectively teleporting to safety, time seemed to slow down to the point it seemed Caldrek could see the particles that were decimating all along their firey path race through the air as the Cyclonic Warhead detonated a mile away, .

Then nothing.