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A ball of fire burst into reality, in the center of the Chaos Camp, a symbol of Khorne was burnt into the ground as a group of twelve Bloodletters were spawned, clad in black and brass armour, each beast bore a scaly thick red hide and a leering satanic face. With flaming red eyes, the Bloodletters of Khorne formed two ranks as they bore their weapons and shields before a leering Syrath who smiled as the hulking leader of the Bloodletters left the ranks and bowed before it's master. Blood Reaper, Champion of Khorne, and supreme servant of the Saint of Chaos. He closed his flaming eyes as he spoke in a voice spiked with venom and hate;

"My lord, it has been too long, we searched for many moons in hopes of finding you, and since that fateful night, many of our number have fallen, but we remain eternally loyal to your holiness my saint and master, what is thy command great Syrath?"

Syrath's leering face both smiled as gestured for Reaper to rise, the Daemon of Khorne still keeping a semi bowing stance as he faced the Greater Daemon;

"Kill, Butcher, and Slaughter. Your same three goals which you pledged to do when we first met, my dear Reaper, slayer of kings."

"I shall die fighting for my Emperor. I killed them to save platoons of men."

Atris was shackled and marched to the Penal Asylum. Her clothes were stripped. Bottles were taken away from her. The custodians tore away every possession of hers, including her picture. She was kicked into her cell.

"Now this I'm more used to."

Kaless flicked her wings, and was amazed that she was swept from her feet, landing face first in the dirt. I'll learn, I suppose, she thought as she picked herself up again. Then she tried out the other power she had found: The ability to craft holograms with her mind, in a similar way to how she used her mind with her whip. Combining the two, she hid her wings, walked forwards, then in a blur spread her wings and changed her features slightly to look far more demonic. Yes, that could work, she thought. Then she was back at work on trying to fly.

The Bloodletters set to work, in nearby refugee camps, the blood thirsty Daemons tore apart the innocents of the Imperium as they coward under the leering Daemons while their dark master watched from over head, unleashing bolts of energy to seal the petty mortals in the chamber, and like rats they where trapped as the Bloodletters took their toll on the populace of the world. Barking orders, Blood Reaper watched as the armoured Daemons dragged the corpses to a newly dug pit and threw the bodies in as Syrath set the flesh alight while the Khornate Daemons chanted words of murder and slaughter....

Gareva stud up to see Lynessa's apprentice flying, he looked over and saw Lynessa weeping with her back to him.
"Why do you weep?" Gareva said walking up to Lynessa, she turn and embraced him. Gareva lifted his head and saw the Daemon talking to Khorne's slaves, Gareva let go of Lynessa and his Lash shot from his arm and wrapped around the Leader of the Khorne Daemons throat and dragged him to his face.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SCUM?!" Gareva growled.

Blood Reaper kicked the boy back and waved his blade in a deadly weave of defensive strikes, going into a direct strike which knocked Gareva back as Blood Reaper raised his shield and bared his black teeth and roared, Syrath dropped down between the two and snarled, each head facing both figures;

"You fight like children, Gareva, this is my most loyal of servants, Blood Reaper, and Reaper, this is Gavera a new ally. So stop your pitiful fighting, Reaper return to your duties and Gavera, do not attack my servants!"

Daston was standing with his plasma-bolter pointing at two Battle Sisters, surrounded by bits of Guardsmen and a lot of blood. The Battle Sisters had dropped their weapons and where attempting to reason with the Blood Angel, but to no avail. The Black Rage was rampaging through his mind, ravaging all his senses and his judgement. Daston had shot the Guardsmen that had not been foolish enough to attempt to melee him with chainswords. Only three of them were still alive, and unfortunately they all had Meltaguns. The Sisters were talking to Daston, frantically trying to calm the Blood Angel before he killed them. It had worked, for the moment, and Daston was arguing with them at this particular moment.
“You are a traitor, Angel!” screamed one of them.
“What do you know, Sororita! I have been fighting the Emperor’s enemies since before the turning of the century!” roared Daston.
The other Sister bristled and loosed two bolt shells at the Blood Angel, both of them pinging harmlessly off his Power Armour. Enraged, Daston fired full auto across the clearing, the first Sister diving to the side but the second got caught in the hail of rounds along with the Meltagunners, her head exploding like a frag grenade, but with more blood.
“Lily!” screamed the first Sister. She swung out from her hiding place as soon as Daston’s clip was empty. She squared up on Daston’s helmetless head. She didn’t need to pull the trigger.

A green Power Sword had been driven through the Blood Angel, causing him to spit blood and drop his Bolter. His breathing to become short and ragged. The unmistakable sound of a Plasma gun energising came from behind him, and Daston knew he was doomed. He cursed himself for taking his Jump Pack off, he could have escaped easily with that on. Then a massive cloud of blood and explosive energy erupted from the Blood Angel’s chest, extinguishing his life.

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Caldrek pulled his blade from the remains of the marine and let it fall forward, landing among the contents of it’s chest. The Battle Sister turned and fled, running as fast as she could. Caldrek withdrew the blade into the pistol, and then holstered the pistol. Another Necron walked up and picked up the fallen Plasma-Bolter, of his own design.
“We just gonna let her get away?” asked Rephosus, rifling through the marine’s ammo and looting it all.
“No point in killing her really, is there?” replied Caldrek. “After all, we are here to scout the area and see if we can find the entrance to the Tomb beneath.” He picked up the marine’s Power Swords, handing one to Rephosus. Then they moved on, Gravity Packs humming slightly as they took to the skies and two of the the three Triarch Praetorians that had accompanied them closed back in around them as they went, the third beeing shot down.

''Alright everyone i am done with that stupid arguing of you!'' Lynessa screamed as she easily formed a chain to pull gareva back. (he likes it because he is slaaneshi remember sensation is still pleasure) ''Now all of you follow your master or ill whip you to fething death!''

Ve'Carr watched his men train, occasionally jumping in, to see how they fare against their commander. Non could beat him. But one thing that he wanted was more men, they were good, but not enough men to fight the forces of chaos. That is why he sent for more men. Later that night, more men would come. more vehicles, and more skill. The Chaos forces would be crushed by the power of the Imperium. They thought they could betray the Emperor and get away with it. The sound of gunfire in the distance let him know the traitor was dead.

The Bloodletters pulled back, forming into ranks as Syrath sent them back to their deluded slaughter, before floating over to Lynesssa and landing before moving his heads down do he was face to face with her and smiled;

"I think I've found my second in command."

''My lord that is a gift to great but i will accept it but my chosen still need to be marked by your power'' Lynessa said as her four chosen appeared they all bowed down ready to receive their mark.

Each Chosen convulsed and wretched as burning green energy was emitted from their eye sockets and joints, before staring still and bowing before both Syrath and Lynessa, while the daemon cackled....

Alphonsine had ran to take cover, they would have to leave their fallen sister for now. She ducked out from around the corner and fired her plasma pistol three times.She was pissed and clearly the Emperor was guiding her through this. Two blasts hit one of the Necrons in the shoulder, the third hitting the power source on the heretic's weapon causing it to detonate. The second flew off.

Alphonsine walked up to the fallen Necron and fired until there was nothing left then kept firing. She turned to her fallen sister her fist clenched. "Take her... and him..." she said solemnly. Two of her accompanying celestians picked up the fallen sister and the remaining guardsmen began moving the traitor. The group moved for the camp, they had both good news but more bad news.

It was a stench that emptied a populace's stomach contents time and time again. It was a sight that stole a man's heart and utterly crushed it. From beyond the heavy walls of the fortress, a green miasmic cloud trudged forward. At the forefront of this hazy fog were the marching daemons of the Plague God, their misshapen and bloated forms disgusting to behold. They sang songs of death and decay, of the love that Nurgle provided for them all, and the promise of that love to be given freely to all members of this side of reality. The constant buzz of flies accompanied their music-making, growing ever louder until men with weaker wills were slowly driven mad. But the worst ever was the gargantuan Greater Daemon who led this merry-making band. Ulgot towered over them all, ever-grinning with blackened gums and worn-down teeth. If there was any hope of driving away the newly arrived warband from the Maelstrom, that hope had diminished to dust with the arrival of Nurgle's forces.

"Leave me."

Muttered Morgoth to the two elite astartes guard at his door, a humming blastmaster in each's hands. With a slight nod, the two power armoured forms leave the tent, the only things inside him and the Wych in the corner. Moving to the middle of the room, Morgoth sits down crosslegged, the room illuminated in a strange, dim blue light. After servral minutes of silence, the light grew in brightness, the bright light washing though the tent. His eyes were cloudy white and unfocussed now, his vision fixed on the glowing orb a metre or so in front of him. The thing glowed with ethereal light, strange, almost inadudible whisperings coming from it's swirling depths.

Kaless was up against another of the wyches again. There weren't many left, so she'd been trying not to kill them when she beat them in combat. Spreading her wings, she flew as close to straight up as she could, then tried to hover, firing her sonic blaster that had been set on its lowest setting: Only She Who Thirsts would think to add a torture setting to her weapons. The shot was off target by only a few inches, yet that was plenty for a wych trying to dodge. The wych fired its splinter pistol in return, forcing Kaless to draw her wings in to avoid being hit, sending her nearly crashing to the ground before she could recover. This winged fighting was being difficult to learn.
Ok then, that needs a bit more practice, but let's try my other new trick. She landed, still a little more joltily than she would have liked, then let the wych come closer. Just as the wych was within striking distance, she unleashed a chain with her mind that wrapped itself around the wych, binding her arms and legs. Then she flicked her neural whip and knocked out the wych, before withdrawing the chains and throwing the wych back into the cell. Then she rose once again, determined to use her wings as a stable firing platform.

They arrived with the body of their fallen Sister and the traitor. Alphonsine simply walked out the front gate.

She only said one thing on the way past. "Ve'Carr, as a Salamander I know you'll have those on your ship... As much as it pains me to say, we'll probably need them... Ready or not we need to strike now. Prepare the Exterminatus so that even if we fall in this fight the Emperor's holy flame shall burn this taint from this world. I leave my Sisters in your command...".

Lynessa looked at kaless training with the wych, she felt she had to train a little too and ordered 3 wyches to be brought to her. When they arrived she walked towards them bare armed in normal robes she began speaking. ''I will give you an offer, if you manage to kill me you will gain your freedom but if i kill you your souls will be fed to the twin headed dragon!'' All three of them took combat positions and began rushing towards her. She stood still when the first one prepared to strike, lynessa unleashed warp fire around the wyches body she fell down burning and crying until nothing of her was left. The second wych tried to outsmart her and tried to stab her in the back but just when she wanted to strike lynessa dissapeared only to reappear again behind the wych, she simply kicked her down and with nothing more then a finger unleashed doombolts towards the wych. The black energy consumed her and lynessa could feel the wychs soul go towards the dragon. The last wych had some kind of spiked whip and tried to strangle lynessa with it but she never hit mark. Every time she struck lynessa disappeared only to reappear again. The wych was getting desperate now and rushed towards her, she formed a chain in her mind and the wych fell on the ground the chains of torment materializing, lynessa walked up to the wych and with a whisper said. ''I will spare you for my love so he can feast on your soul!''

Syrath watched as Blood Reaper and his Bloodletter cohorts dragged more bodies to the burning pit, screaming praise to Khorne before lobbing the bloody limp objects into the fire, Syarth sneered as bolts of lightning and energy tore reality apart above the pit, four large, arched pillars of burnt bone formed as the Warp and Reality mixed. Finally it happened, a streak and cascade of thunder revealed a group of Horrors of Tzeentch, their bodies a twisted mockery of reason, and as they stumbled, cackling and laughing from the rift in Reality, warp fire spouted up and a gust of Warp energy set the surrounding area alight while Syrath watched with devious joy. He would leave this world as a broken and ash filled hell hole.

Gareva felt the twin headed beast give him his power, that was the deal. Gareva fell to the floor he felt power flow through him, suddenly his mind began to see people sleeping the imperial forces resting, it seems that the power Dimensional Instability this would be fun but he also grow a pair of wings that he could tuck under if skin.
"Ahh this will be fun!" Gareva said walking towards the Slaanesh camp.

"I think this ones alive, sir"
"Is she one of them or one of us?"
I'm not sure sir, buts she's stirring. I guess we're about to find out."
I come to, four, no two figures stand before me. I can't make them out clearly as their images splits into four then six copies of themselves. Their features contort and twist into something barely recognisable as human. Then theirs that infernal ringing! I'm backing away now trying to escape this horror, this nightmare.
"Easy, easy." A hand reaches towards me, it mutates into two, as it stretches towards my shoulder. I shrink away, retreating further away from the daemons.
"Stay away from me, choas scum!" I spit at them as I work myself into a ball.
"Woah! We're Imperials" I come out slowly, the figures before me have now melted into two easily identible shapes, clearly human, clearly Imperial. An officer and a sergeant. There was other shapes around me to bodies wearing the same uniform as I am, the black flack vest and grey fatigues, thiers also the wreckage of a valkyrie imbedded in a building directrely above me. "You have a name?" The manstanding before me asks.
"Sergeant Calamity Cyrine. 301st Tracryn 40232188" I say with almost automan quality, its been drilled into me that well.
"Tracryn, I didn't know they were here" The officer replies "Well it seems what was of your unit has been decimated, so you may as well come with us, seargent" I follow, but I stumble and cry out as I put pressure on my left leg, as the world seems to go black. The sergeant moves to assist me just as I slip under unconsicionous once more.

He had been walking for more hours now, well at least it seemed like that. 7 more guard dead, 9 more cultists and one more chaos astartes. Too easy. These humans had exeptionly bad night vision, and the marine had never heard him coming. In this part of the word it was pitch black, the dead of night. Ah, more guard. They had set up a couple of tents and some lights, three stood on watch. This would be easy. With a great daemonic roar he charges, closing in unnaturaly fast with the first man. Before he can react, his head is sent flying in a burst of blood with a casual backhand. This would be very easy.

"Alphonsine wait...." but she never turned around. Ve'Carr looked down the street to see more of his men landing. He thought to himself that he could stop this, but the Sisters words burned in his mind. He contacted the ship, "Prepare for Exterminatus, if I give the order you blow the planet sky high. If your ship is destroyed, make sure you drop the bombs with the ships dying breath." Ve'Carr got off the channel, his men running into the barracks. The vehicles going to the bay. Ve'Carr punched a hole in a wall. But then he smelled it, the stench, and could hear the flies. Nurgle. Without moving Ve'Carr shouted, "Prepare for battle Imperials."

After walking for a while she could see the front lines, guardsmen hiding in trenches and taking shots at cultists doing the same. She climbed up over the trench wall and ran right at the enemy. Shots from the cultist's weapons bounced harmlessly off of her armour before she jumped down into their trench. Running along she cut down cultist after cultist surrounded by a faint golden glow. The Rose's Thorn glew bright turquoise as the divine power of the Emperor surged through it.; effortlessly cutting through everything that stood in her path. A Leman Russ rolled slowly over the trenches heading for the guardsmen's lines. She ducked into the trench and waited for it to pass before standing back up and firing into its engines at the rear. At first it glew blue from the plasma, but soon it changed to a faint orange and a dull roar as its engines detonated.

She climbed out of the trench and continued to walk in the same direction.

Kaless was finally preparing for combat. She had trained much in the past day, and was more than ready to join the attack. Adding the power of the Dark Prince to her whip, and putting her sonic blaster to full power, she stretched her wings before hiding them with simple psychic power. This would be fun when she finally found the Sisters of Battle here for her.

Syrath's twin heads sneered at the sight of his marching troops, the beat of drums and sound of war horns echoing through his ears as his hosts once again railed to war. He watched as Blood Reaper raised a flaming banner, Syrath's twin skull symbol borne on the surface of the fluttering black parchment and several helms and skulls from defeated enemy leaders and champions, cracked and rusted. He chuckled as he turned away from his hosts as they marched towards their nearest target, Syrath materialised his staff and bore it aloft in the air and sent a crackling wave of energy and sparks into the air, a message to his allies to met with him as he prepared another ritual....

(Meaning you p_gray99, Templar and Admiral.)

Lynessa teleported towards kaless before she ever noticed lynessa grabbed her and teleported towards her tent, with a motherly voice she began speaking. ''Love are you alright? did the daemon hurt you? Ofcourse not your a big girl, but still prepare yourself you still need some experience when on the field my love i will be watching you very closely.'' Lynessa said as she disappeared again only to reappear next to the dragon

"Ah, the first to arrive, my loyal Lynessa, first in the line of many to not fail my expectations on first sight and in fact impress me with your skills at handling the troops. I'm sure your happy with our 'deal', and are ready to fulfill other parts of out bargain, though I remind you that love....ergh....should not cloud your vision on the line of duty and or effect your skills when I have you carry out my orders, though in no way are we not equal, but I have already sacrificed some of my 'essence' to allow you to properly mother the child."

Kaless was with the dragon soon after Lynessa, now well enough practiced with her wings to be able to fly at a speed far faster than running. She had her whip and bolt pistol ready, and would fight anything told to. Before the dragon started speaking, she said one thing. "The leader of the Sisters of Battle will be my kill. They will want one-on-one combat, and so do I, so that is what shall happen."

"As you wish Kaless, the Sisters of Battle are easy to mistake for simpletons, and should be countered with a good decapitating strike. I enjoyed hanging their skulls from my personal banner, so be free to decorate it with whatever you kill or slaughter, if you wish I will assist in reaping the souls of the Imperials and will give you some more assistance in the destruction of the Sisters of the false Emperor if you wish."