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Made in gb
Eternally-Stimulated Slaanesh Dreadnought





Oh god I am so excited for the next few chapters. (yes I sorta plan the story in advance)
   
Made in gb
Eternally-Stimulated Slaanesh Dreadnought





Chapter 37

Asriel gathered the men and women he is going to take with him Lizzy was also there, Asriel could see she was grinning ear to ear "So you covinced Sam to do it?" Asriel nodded "indeed so let's hope something fruitful comes from this deal." Lizzy pointed down the street "if we just walk down the road and take a left into the alley way our gang elevator should be there.

Asriel folded his arms "right let's get going then?" Lizzy nodded. They walked down the road and made a left down the alley way Asriel could see two heavily armed members of the gang. One nodded "heading down?" Lizzy smiled "indeed we are going on a job." The guard turned around and pressed a few buttons on the panel the lift door opened he turned back "be careful down there as always there are crazy mutants running about." Asriel tried not to smile when the guard said that if only he had any idea of what is happening. Still in the end Asriel was not sure what would happen to the gang if where he is heading to is the correct place in Noxus' vision. Lizzy stepped into the lift she gestured "come on, times wasting." Asriel and the group he bought with him walked onto the lift. The doors closed and the lift went down. Asriel held his hands together tightly, Lizzy touched him on the shoulder "you nervous George? That's rare." Asriel chuckled slightly "everyone get's nervous at one point or another."

Asriel looked down to his hands he was slightly nervous he wondered if everything is going to work out. Not all of Noxus' visions are literal. The lift ground to a halt and the door opened. Everyone walked out Lizzy looked around "the meet should be a few streets down let's go." Asriel nodded "lead the way." Lizzy lead the way they tried to avoid going on the main street they did not want to draw too much attention. As they walked the amount of drainage pipes that started to appear around them increased. Eventually they came to an open area with a fence. Asriel briskly walked forward to Lizzy's surprise Asriel looked over the fence he saw the large pipe with the hole on top of it. Asriel looked around in the general area there were several exposed pipes pouring out dirty water. Lizzy walked up to Asriel "Is something wrong George?" Asriel turned his head to Lizzy "is our trade partner turning up soon?" Lizzy nodded "yeah they should be here in a few minutes."

Asriel grinned "good." Lizzy raised her eyebrow in confusion "is everything okay George?" Asriel held his smile "everything is fine Lizzy." As Asriel finished speaking he heard footsteps a large amount of them. Far more than expected for a trade partners guard. Asriel turned he saw Tempestus scions and a man leading them he wore power armour that is a mix of black, red and sliver. He also wore a red hood. Lizzy walked over to the man in power armour she saluted "inquisitor." The inquisitor nodded "good work Larissa." Asriel chuckled so that's her real name much more better than Lizzy. Larissa turned and pulled out her gun Asriel could see her form was perfect. Practice. Larissa raised her eyebrow "you don't seem all that surprised George." Asriel shrugged "not really." One of the gang members stepped forwards "traitor! Why are you with them!" The inquisitor took another step forward as the scions trained their lasguns on them "Do not speak filth for you may have been consorting with those who spread heresy. Now you have a choice come willingly or resist if you resist that is confirmation of your guilt."

Asriel smirked as he looked to the inquisitor's weapon it was a sword all he needed is the confirmation"I choose resistance inquisitor." The inquisitor sighed he unsheathed his sword it glowed with a blue brilliance. Looking at it hurt Asriel's eyes, but for some reason he can't stop smiling.
Asriel grinned ear to ear "he must be the one.." Asriel charged the inquisitor he put everything he had in it. Asriel could see his speed surprised the inquisitor, as Asriel charged the scion's began firing at the gang members he bought with him.

Asriel only had eyes for the inquisitor, the inquisitor readied himself, Asriel could see he was aiming to impale him just like in the vision. As Asriel closed in the inquisitor stabbed him he drove his sword through his body. Asriel screamed he could also hear Meliva's voice echoing clearly with his. The pain was horrific the blade felt like it burned his flesh Asriel could see the inquisitor is looking at him in surprise. Asriel gave a weak smile he knew that the inquisitor expected him to dodge considering his speed. Meliva began roaring in his mind "what are you doing?! Kill him! Kill him now! He will kill us!" Asriel chuckled weakly "what am I doing? I am going to get rid of you and save him.." Meliva shouted "You traitor! You fool! Look at what you have done!" Asriel laughed again "there is the line..." Asriel could now see the inquisitor is looking at him with disgust. Asriel guessed he most likely knew what he is.

The inquisitor removed his blade and slashed him across the chest Asriel screamed as he staggered back to the fence holding his chest. Asriel looked at his hand covered in blood his hand is beginning to twitch erratically Asriel could see Meliva is perhaps trying to take control. Asriel gripped his chest with his other hand his wounds are not healing. He can't concentrate either, Asriel wondered how this would set him free. Asriel looked around he can see the gang members are going down but the scions are not shooting to kill. Asriel narrowed his eyes the inquisitor truly wanted to capture them alive. Asriel looked back to the exposed pipe and then down to his injuries.

Asriel could see that his injuries are severe if unattended he will most likely bleed out Asriel looked forward he can see the inquisitor walking towards him his blade shimmering. Asriel chuckled "so death it is then." Asriel hopped over fence blood spilling from his wounds as he did so Asriel grunted in pain. He heard the inquisitor shouting "Fire! Don't let it escape!" Asriel felt several shots hitting his back he fell forward and crashed onto the pipe and slid into the exposed hole. A surge of water hit Asriel pushing him down the pipe. He can feel the burn marks on his back he never felt so much pain before.

Asriel tried to smile at least in this his lord will as he was moving through the pipe his eyes felt heavy he could still hear Meliva roaring in anger as blood continued to spill from his wounds. Asriel closed his eyes in satisfaction.

+flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood you have finally come home+

Adelram sat in his chamber drinking a glass of wine he swirled it in his hand. Next to him he looked at a small dish on a table holding three shining pink orbs. Adelram hovered his fingers over it and from the orb a name is formed over each in pink eldritch fire. One for Isabella, One for Isira and the last for Asriel. As Adelram looked at the orb bearing Asriel's name felt happy oddly enough he wondered how Asriel would plot what. Adelram tried to think of what kinds of plans Asirel would do to bring corruption to the lower layer. Isira is a good foil to him even if they dislike each other in the end it is an advantage since they would push each other to be their best.

Thinking back to what Asriel did on Zatos swells his twin hearts. The issue is ever since they left he hasn't been... "active." Adelram stared at the orb for a few moments more it began flickering in and out from pink to black. Adelram picked up the orb and stared at it in confusion "it's impossible..." Adelram checked the name again that he is holding Asriel's orb "It can't be.." The orb flickered for a few moments more until it finally turned black.

Adelram shouted "It's impossible!" Adelram was breathing heavily he wanted to swing some of his wine he looked to his other hand, the glass was gone crushed into small shards of glass. Wine dribbling down his gauntlet.

Isira walked down the street to the dead skulls base around this time she would have a meeting with sam on how to expanding the territory along with other.. activities. As Isira approached the base she spotted Tempetus scions and Arbites dragging people out of the base and putting them on their knees. She even saw Sam in the group on his knee's guns trained on him.

Isira immediately turned around and bit one of her nails "how?! what tipped them off?!" Isira hurried down the street until she heard someone calling her "Ashley! psst over here!" Isira turned to her right behind a bin in the alley way she saw someone. Isira walked into the alley and looked around. From behind the bin she saw someone he had somewhat shaggy blonde hair, olive skin and brown eyes. Isira tapped her cheek "Luke right?" Luke nodded "Yes! I was just getting back from an errand until I saw what was going on down the street!" Isira looked Luke up and down Isira could see that Luke has discarded his gang uniform and any other gang iconography. Spotting this she could see Luke is reliable. Isira gestured her finger up and down "So you got rid of you gang clothing?" Luke nodded "aye! George taught me when a situation like this occurs that I should get rid of anything that could connect me to the group." Isira stroked her chin Asriel taught him a few things which makes him even further reliable.

Isira crossed her arms "Do you know where George is?" Luke scratched the back of his head "before heading out I heard he was going on a job with Lizzy and a few others to the lower level." Isira stroked her chin she found it highly suspicious it normally does not take Asriel long to complete tasks. Still they need to go to Jimmy's, looking at Luke Isira could tell corruption is setting in slightly he just needs a further push.

Isira lowered her hand "right, follow me to Jimmy's place we will hide out there." Luke raised his eyebrow "why there? is it safe?" Isira nodded "yes now follow me." Isira turned around and looked about the street before heading back out "the coast is clear, come on luke!" Isira's bracelet felt warm for some reason she looked at it she could see the gem flashing with a dim light. Isira swore under her breath it could be a coincidence but she guessed something has happened. Isira briskly walked back to the drowning flagon with Luke, as she made her way into the bar she went straight to Jimmy to his surprise "Jimmy, I need the safe room." Jimmy's eye diverted to Luke "what of him my lady?" Isira turned her head slightly "give him a separate room." Jimmy nodded "very well follow me."

Jimmy took Isira into the back where he stored all the beer there was a door with several locks at the back of the room. Luke's voice came out a stammer "w-where are we going Ashley?" Isira turned her head slightly to Luke "a place where we can lay low until this blows over." Jimmy took Isira to the door and unlocked it with a set of keys Isira looked down to stairs. She grinned and turned to Jimmy Isira pecked Jimmy on the cheek "Always so reliable.." Jimmy's moustache rustled slightly "always doing my duty my lady." Isira gestured to Luke "follow me down quickly!" Isira made her way downstairs Luke followed behind her. Jimmy closed the door as they entered.

As they got to the bottom of the stairs Isira felt around the wall for the switch, she flicked it and the lights came on. As the lights illuminated the corridor there were several rows of doors. Isira pointed at the first "that one is yours if you need me knock first." Luke simply nodded he went to the door and opened it his mouth fell "Woah.. it looks like a noble's house in here!" Luke slowly walked into the room and closed the door. Isira looked to the bracelet it was still flashing she creased her brow in a mix of annoyance and fear. Isira walked over to the second door and opened it she entered. The room had a luxurious double bed, a wine cabinet and a soft chair. The room was also sound proof. Isira turned to the door and locked it. She then walked to the middle of the room and pressed her finger down on the gem on her bracelet. The gem began to glow and a line of eldritch light left the gem. It made a circle in the air and in the middle of it a strange glass like substance filled the circle, Isira squinted her eyes she could almost see through it.

After a moment Adelram appeared to Isira his facial expression was like ice, Isira knelt "my lord." Adelram's voice came through it was cold, firm if his voice is like this Isira knew he is upset about something "Isira. Can you tell me what's happening on your end?" Isira bit her lip "I have encountered some difficulties with infiltrating a gang my lord." Adelram nodded "I see... so can you tell me what happened to Asriel then?" A cold bead of sweat ran down her brow "I-I- don't know." Isira felt her heart tightening, Isira looked around with her eyes rime began covering certain objects in the room. Adelram then held up a black orb it was about the same size as the gem in the bracelet. Adelram chuckled "Asriel's orb went black which means he is dead." Isira's heart began beating rapidly "Dead...?" Adelram nodded "according to this yes." Isira expected Adelram to be raging even if he has not been paying much attention to Asriel lately. Isira bowed her head lower "according to one of the gang members he has stated Asriel went on a job he hasn't returned."

Adelram responded he raised his voice "what in the name of the Phoenician could kill him?! On that mudball!" Isira raised her hands "My lord I-" Adelram raised one of his hands "Enough Isira! Enough! It seems I must turn to Isabella I must think on this." His image bled away the glass substance disspated along with the eldritch light.

The rime melted away in an instant. Isira was still on her knee she felt angrythat everything has fallen apart. Her plot and her shot at getting his praise his attention. Isira screwed her face into pure fury "It's all Asriel's fault!" As she said Asriel's name it dawned on her that as Adelram has just said he is dead. Isira's face relaxed she grinned "Asirel is dead... there is a chance I could have him all to myself... he could be mine..."

Adelram paced in his chambers the anger, the fury was not going away was it Isira's failure? Or perhaps.. "No!" Adelram said out loud. Adelram took several breaths "calm down, there is no reason to be angry. Asriel died... he is a failure." As Adelram said this to himself he found his breathing began to steady "yes a failure." Adelram remembered Lily's conversation to move onto better things "there is nothing wrong with moving to better things.." Adelram said quietly to himself. Adelram took another deep breath. Adelram looked to the hand he crushed the wine glass with it was shaking. Adelram held his wrist "stop shaking..."

Adelram ground his teeth in anger the shaking wouldn't stop "I said stop!" Adelram made a fist trying to control his hand, the sound of the chained slaves he keeps within his chambers entered his mind. Adelram swept his eyes over all of them "Silence!" All the slaves fell quiet but one just one whimpered. Adelram walked over they edged back trying to get out of his shadow. Adelram grabbed the slave's head with his troublesome hand and smashed their face into the wall. Brain matter slowly slid down the wall. Adelram took another breath he looked at the hand again it was still shaking. Adelram roared in anger he turned to the next slave and punched their face smashing off their jaw. All at once the slaves began straining at their chains trying to get away.

Adelram still felt his hand shaking he grabbed any object he could get his hand on and smashed it to pieces. He smashed tables, bottles, chairs, paintings any of the slaves that got in his way he killed. Tearing them to pieces with his bare hands.

Marthas stood in front of Adelram's chambers with Silas and Jedrick. He was just about to knock until he heard all the noise. The breaking of items and the dying screams of slaves Silas turned to him "Should we come back later?" Marthas frowned "we should be going over the strategy on how we are going to assault the planet." Marthas moved his hand to the door, Jedrick grabbed it "Let's come back later... trust me." Marthas sighed "later then.."

At once all three turned away the death screams of slaves and broken objects echoing from the door.

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Well this chapter was quite fun to write.

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Chapter 38

Isabella sat in her room she looked around while drinking a glass of wine it was far more spacious than her old room on Zatos. The room had a quality double bed, chairs and silk curtains. The only turn off was the religious iconography in the room Isabella tried not to stare at them in her eyes they were ugly, disgusting and revolting. One interesting thing Isabella did find about the room was many rooms within the mansion including hers were sound proof. In the end this Isabella found this ends in her advantage since it gives her a safe space to contact her lord. Isabella then swirled the contents of her wine glass thinking on how things are progressing. After the cleansing ritual Izarus was more than happy to spend.. time with her. He also took to parading her around other nobles when ever Izarus visited their mansions for whatever business he has with them. Whether to cut a new deal to expand his power or to trade barbs and threats to avoid losing it. Still Isabella could see the pure envy, lust and jealously in the eyes of the nobles they visited.

One thing Isabella found odd in the past few days is how the amount of scion patrols increased and they pressed ever harder on the nobles. Through questioning or even getting permits to search their premises. There are even rumours some nobles have vanished for a few days to return a crying wreck.

Isabella wondered if something happened, even so she could not help but grin since this might provide an oppturnity. In her experience the harder the "authorties" press on the nobles they find their own way to push back. Isabella drank some of her wine she placed the glass on the table and leaned on her hand slightly "perhaps it's time for the push?" Isabella rose from her seat and left her room. She walked down the corridoors to a room with double doors. Isabella knew that Izarus should be in his office chambers around this time.

Isabella grabbed the door nob lightly and turned the handle. She opened the door and walked in. Izarus is sitting at his desk looking down to what Isabella assumed to be letters. Isabella waited until he was finished she wanted him to address her when he is ready as a sign of "respect".
Isabella waited for about a minute until Izarus finally looked up "Alivia is something wrong?" Isabella slowly walked forward "I am just checking up on you." Isabella could see that Izarus seemed stressed about something his eye makes a tiny subtle twitch when he is thinking about something. Izarus picked up a letter "In a sense all of my "friends" are dropping contact fearing it might draw the eyes of the scions."

Isabella digested the information it's something else she could use "I see.. I assume nobles have many trade partners and own small business. Some might even hold power in other areas." Izarus leaned back in his chair "you are indeed correct considering your family ran a business I assume you had many nobles coming to you offering some form of sponsorship." Isabella nodded "that is indeed the case sometimes they would give us an invite to a social gathering." Isabella hoped he would take the bait, Izarus raised his eyebrow "social gathering?" Isabella smiled "yes sometimes they have a theme around it they invite business owners, members of the clergy and other nobles to them. Where they discuss deals and other effects." Izarus shifted in his seat "I never heard of nobles doing this Alivia."

Isabella nodded "that means it worked you see my lord they also served the function to target specific people they want to deal with and because it was invitation only other rivals can't get involved." Izarus nodded in understanding "makes sense it's clear the greatest noble houses will do this to gain such power." Izarus stroked his chin "social gathering... interesting. So let's say I do this how would I go about it?" Isabella curtsied "well first we decide a theme I say it should be a fancy dress with masks." Izarus nodded "I see. Anything else?" Isabella grinned "considering the state of the upper layer I recommend you buy a several small housings instead of hosting it here and give potential partners different directions. Cycle between the housings with each gathering. Target the nobles you wish to come to accord with give them the quickest route so you get more time to talk with them." Izarus smiled "you are quite intelligent aren't you Alivia?" Isabella bowed "I had to be running a business was quite cut throat my lord especially when nobles are looking to invest in you."

Izarus nodded in understanding "I can understand, dealing with my compatriots is even doubly so. Give me time to think on this Alivia." Isabella smiled "very well my lord." Isabella can see that he is going to agree with it such an action it would provide him a great advantage to increase his power. Through such an event she can get to work turning them to Lord Adelram's cause. In the end no matter how pure the nobles wish to appear on this planet they still have desires to explore her being here in this mansion serving Izarus "needs" is clear enough. This is something Isaballa wants to exploit.

Isabella could now see Izarus is smiling thinking, planning on how he will put it into operation "Dear Alivia you are dismissed for now." Isabella curtsied and left Izarus' office. She stood at the door grinning ear to ear, after a moment the bracelet felt warm around her wrist she looked down to see the gem is flashing dimly. Isabella smoothly covered her wrist as she walked back to her room. As she returned Isabella locked her door and closed the curtains. She pressed her finger down on the gem a pink line that glowed unnaturally came from the bracelet it made a circle. A glass like substance began to fill the circle and eventually her Lord, Lord Adelram appeared.

Whenever she looked at him her heart flutters she curtsied "My lord." Her lord's face was icy as he said "Isabella how are things going on your end?" Isabella smiled "it's going well the noble I am staying with values me greatly." Her lord nodded "I see. Is there anything else?" Isabella spread her arms out "yes we are going to organise a.. social gathering and through that I will get to work." Her lord's expression began to warm slightly "I see. this is good, very good considering most of the military might is focused on the upper layer if you can get the nobles and their private guard on our side.." Isabella nodded in agreement "Indeed some nobles may even have connections with the PDF and in turn the corruption will trickle downwards."

Her lord chuckled "wonderful Isabella, just wonderful it's nice to hear some good news I shall give you a gift to aid you." As her lord said those words the glass rippled a pouch came through and dropped on the floor. Isabella picked it up "what is this? Also how did you do that?" Her lord gave her a gentle smile "the warp can bend reality Isabella, now the pouch? It contains a dust that would cake out the desires of those who intake it. Start with a pinch and adjust the dose from there." Isabella smiled "I thank you for the gift I won't fail you." her lord chuckled "See that you don't if you succeed I shall give you a reward after all of this is done." His image then vanished, the glass dissipated along with the glowing pink line. Isabella looked at the pouch she held it to her chest she felt hot for some reason "a reward? what should I ask? What would he give me?" Her mind raced with possibilities.

+supplicant be blessed to even hear my voice, to even have a fraction of my time. Be also joyus that I shall use you for my needs. Now rise.+

Asriel opened his eyes his vision is blurred. Asriel thrashed he could not move his hands he was scared, terrified he screamed. He heard a woman's voice some parts he could make out "hol- h-" Asriel could feel people are holding him down the woman's voice came again "ge- th- el-" Someone then stood over him holding his head still. Asriel blinked rapidly a person looked down to him they wore a strange mask with plumed feathers. Asriel slowly calmed himself down his vision is now correcting itself he looked at the mask in detail it was shaped like a snake somewhat. With strange paint marking parts of it. Asriel weakly said "where am I?" A familiar voice came from the mask it sounded like the voice he heard a moment ago "be still. Calm yourself you are safe."

Asriel tried to reconnect what just happened before it went dark he remembered being stabbed, shot and then he remembered her. Asriel hissed "Meliva.." As Asriel said the name he felt nothing. No coiling, no voice no spikes of pain or pleasure in his mind. Asriel's mouth quivered "she is gone? Truly gone?". The woman responded confused "who are you referring to?" Asriel tried to rise he could still feel himself being held down "who are you people?! what are you doing?!" The woman spoke gently "we are the true people of Yaretzi, the true people who seek freedom from the daemons above." Asriel mouthed the name slowly "Yaretzi.." The woman nodded she released his head, Asriel felt the pressure leaving his body. Asriel rose to his feet he could see he was lying on several sheets.

Asriel looked down to himself he could see he was not wearing a shirt and majority of his gear and items were gone even the bracelet. Asriel could see that he had a large scar across his chest and there was a scar in the location of where he was impaled by the inquisitors sword. Finally he looked to his hands which were bound in dark chains what shocked him even more were that his tattoo's were gone. It was no longer there. Asriel tried to recall again what happened he hopped over the fence and then was shot in the back and fell into an exposed pipe and then it went dark. He then heard a wonderful voice and he awoke here. Asriel looked around there were men and women wearing long loin cloths, they also had clothing that covered their chest as well.

On their skin he could see tatoo's and tribal painting covering their skin all of them wore masks of various shapes and appearances. All of them either had an icon of a snake on it or the mask held the appearance of one. The woman who held his head stood in front of Asriel seeing her fully she had tattoo's of a coiling snake going around her wrists and ankles. Her skin was also olive "greetings are in order I assume? My name is Kar'iz" Asriel nodded slowly he then looked to his hands "you introduce yourself yet it appears I am a prisoner of sorts." Asriel felt his voice shaking slightly as he spoke he was nervous scared even. He does not remember the last time he felt like this. Kar'iz nodded "I can understand why but it was necessary you wield the power of the Gothi you see. Like me I am a Gyoja we were not sure how you would react when you awakened." Asriel raised his eyebrow in confusion "what is a Gothi or Gyoja?" Kar'iz held her hands together "it means priest in the daemon tongue. The priests among our people are our greatest warriors, prophets and healers. They wield the power of the gods." Asriel slowly nodded in understanding he could feel his power but it was far weaker than before it felt distant even. Asriel strained at the chains he could not break them if he had her strength... Asriel shook his head "she is gone." he said quietly to himself.

Asriel narrowed his eyes "why am I here? what do you want from me?" As Asriel said those words he heard a door opening an closing. He saw a man with somewhat dark skin wearing a snake headdress with a mix of blue, pink and black feathers. He also wore gold bangles on his wrists and ankles along with a black cape.

Asriel looked at his features he had a grey beard and wrinkles he walked over to Kar'iz they spoke. What Asriel noticed whatever language they were speaking was a mix of low gothic and the dark tongue. Asriel listened carefully the elder man who just entered was asking if he was truly the one. Kar'iz is pressing they have no choice and he was found in the place the herald said he would be found.

Finally the elder man turned to him and spoke fully in low gothic his voice was firm, hard he then pointed at him "you, of thin blood and one who has forgotten their heritage. You will fight for us." Asriel stepped back slightly "what do you mean fight?! I don't even know you!" The elder stepped forward power radiating from his eyes "you will fight. You don't have any other choice."

Asriel's mouth felt dry he felt fear, true fear. He hasn't felt such a sensation in near a century it crawled into his heart and gripped it tightly Asriel wondered exactly what he has gotten himself into.

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Chapter 39

Asriel was escorted out by Kar'iz and the elder man as he was escorted out of the building he could see the building has been put together with iron plates. As they got outside Asriel saw a group of men and women wearing golden lumiscent skull masks. The mask had feathers lining the top of the mask and finally a small sliver snake was engraved on the forehead of the mask.

They stood in a line and readied their glaive's, As Asriel looked at the weapon small runes were engraved upon them. One stepped forward Asriel assumed he was the leader of the group their mask was slightly more embellished "High Gothi." The elder nodded "Ulg'pha, surround the thin blood we are going to the arena." Asriel watched Ulg'pha proceed to look him up and down going by his body language Asriel could see that Ulg'pha found him disgusting. Ulg'pha nodded "yes high Gothi." The armed guard surrounded Asriel the High Gothi turned to Asriel "as I said thin blood you will fight and you will win." Asriel frowned "as I said I have no idea who you are! Why do you expect me to fight for you?!" Ulg'pha slammed the shaft of his glaive on the ground "High gothi we should cut his tongue out how sure are you that we can rely on him?" Asriel could tell that they think he can't understand them for now he kept this to himself he was not sure what would happen if he revealed such a fact. The high Gothi turned to Ulg'pha "hold your tongue the herald of our tribe said to do this!" Ulg'pha looked away "very well if the thin blood tries anything I will kill him."

The high Gothi gestured "we need to get going we called for the lithasblot we can't be late for the opening ceremony" The guards pushed Asriel forward to walk. Asriel grimaced Asriel wondered why he was still alive right now and he wondered what he did to get into this situation.
Asriel walked he looked around he was in a large open space that was miles long, Asriel could see in the distance it was a circle. Tents and similar iron plate housing covered the area and in the middle was a grand snake statue. There were also open pipes pouring water, clean water into moat surrounding the edge of the area. Asriel also saw some green patches near the edges and a host of strange vegetables and fruit was growing around that area. They eventually reached a gate leading into a tunnel. Two guards stood at the gate soon as they saw them they went to work opening the gate. Both guards turned a wheel at both ends lifting the gate upwards. The guards escorting Asriel pushed him as he stared at the gates. Kar'iz then walked to the front of the group and began talking to the high gothi as they walked down the tunnel.

Asriel could see they were whispering he could not pick out what they are saying. Asriel sighed with Meliva he could easily pick out their discussion. As Asriel thought on that fact he started to feel nervous, anxious even they want him to fight how would he fight without Meliva?
Asriel cast his head down slightly his hands felt cold he gripped them tightly, Asriel tried to think back to the voice he heard before. The voice was enchanting it swelled his heart just to hear it. The voice said that he needs him but for what? They came upon a mid section where it splits off by several tunnels. Kar'iz pointed to one "the lithasblot is being hosted by the hrafn tribe they poured a great amount of time into their arena." Ulg'pha scowled in anger "to appease the "prophet" he is a liar I have no idea why they bowed to him. They of all people should be able to detect lies." The high gothi creased his brow "enough both of you, we had our slaves delivered in advance for the opening ceremony and our champions are already there getting ready to fight."

Asriel raised his eyebrow "if you have champions there already why are you making me fight?!" Ulg'pha turned and slapped Asriel across the head the pain, it stang. Asriel felt a tingling throb against his head it was strange to him. Pain normally vanished in a second before. The sensation stuck with him he felt fear again and held his tongue back from saying anything else. The high gothi turned to Asriel "you thin blood will be put in with the slaves at the opening ceremony. We found you in one of the old tunnel routes under an old pipe how convient you would appear when the opening ceremony was just a few hours away from starting." Asriel clenched his hands he did not utter another word.

They continued to walk in silence until Asriel saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel they came upon a large open space larger than the one before. A great iron dome covered the area. Asriel could see people walking about wearing masks he could see masks shaped like a dog or wolf, others wore bug like masks with a fly rune engraved upon it and finally those who wore raven masks. Asriel could also see guards who wore more elaborate versions of said masks guarding chained people, what was interesting to Asriel is that they wore clothes that are normally seen on the lower level or the undercity. He even spotted the odd arbite uniform.The only thing all of the masked people had in common is that they all wore crimson robes of deep red. High gothi sighed "they are throwing away all of our traditions our history..." Kar'iz touched the high gothi's arm "it's why we called the lithasblot it's our chance. they have to stop hostilities until it's completed at least their "prophet" respects that much."

Asriel wondered what on earth the lithasblot is but one thing he knew is that it's not good for his health. They walked to the dome, Asriel could tell the High Gothi looked weary as they entered like a great weight has been placed on his shoulders. As they entered a man who wore a elaborate bone mask shaped in a raven came forward. He held a staff that has two orbs circling it. He also had a raven with blue feathers resting on his shoulder. Asriel eyed the bird and wondered if it related to Noxus' vision. The man in the raven mask approached the high gothi "Gravu it's been awhile.."

The guards that escorted Asriel readied their weapons, Asriel looked at the high gothi he seared his name into his mind. Gravu folded his arms "Phavo, are you here at the bidding of your "prophet"?" Phavo chuckled "no I just came wondering why you left for home in such a hurry before." Phavo diverted his gaze to Asriel as Phavo looked at him it felt like he was tunnelling into his very soul "very interesting Gravu, you went to pick up one more slave for the opening ceremony?" Gravu nodded "yes you of all people should know how the ormr tribe stick to perfection we missed one slave from our lot. I assume your champion is going to put on a show for the opening ceremony?" Phavo chuckled again his voice slightly distorted this time "of course he is the greatest warrior gothi of our tribe." Gravu then frowned "such a great champion of the hrafn fighting for the prophet. I wonder what you want out of all of this?" Phavo sighed "we all want the same thing Gravu. To bring back the king to lead us. To kill all the daemons." Gravu clenched his fists "If your champion wins the lithasblot there is no guarantee he will be the one."

Phavo shrugged "of course hence why we keep doing it every ten years, you are just fortunate it was your turn to call it this time. The prophet seems willing to throw all our champions at the baomer. Still I convinced him to allow this to give you some time to think it over Gravu it would be easier for everyone if you knelt to him."

Phavo walked away, as he did so energy seemed to drain away from Gravu in Asriel's eyes. Ulg'pha shook his head "I wonder what face he will make if we win this." Gravu stroked his chin "that's if we win this Ulg'pha." Gravu then gestured "take the thin blood to one of the holding rooms the opening ceremony is starting soon." Ulg'pha nodded the guards began pushing Asriel away. Asriel looked back to see Gravu is now in discussion with Kar'iz. Asriel could see utter defeat lining Gravu's features. The guards moved Asriel closer to the centre of the area there were several doors guarded by people with raven masks wielding similar staffs to Phavo. As they approached they looked to Ulg'pha "another slave?" Ulg'pha nodded "yes another slave." The other guard chuckled "I wonder snake, has he been used? we hear strange stories with your folk." Ulg'pha hissed "are you here to insult the honour of my tribe!? If so I will kill you here!" The guard who insulted Ulg'pha shrugged " remember the rules snake no hostilities. Anyway your tribe won't win and finally we can make you prideful lot kneel."

Ulg'pha pushed Asriel towards the guards he turned away and left scowling. The guard looked to Asriel's hands "oooh.. a gothi. Interesting." A guard lowered his staff to Asriel's hands the chains then slid off "Asriel moved his hands, he felt his power returning but it was like a small spark. A whimpering light. Asriel recalled he felt far more powerful in the past he wondered how much of his power related to Meliva being with him.The guard laughed "oh look! the slave is weak! Here I thought we might of gotten a show this opening ceremony!" The guard unlocked the door and pushed Asriel in. The door closed and was locked behind him.

Asriel was in a small enclosed room it had small lights that lit it up dimly he could hear muffled chants or cheering. Asriel felt cold he was terrified he wondered if he could actually fight. Asriel rubbed his hands together trying to get rid of the stinging cold.
Asriel began thinking his lord is saved why does he need to fight? He could just die and that would be it. Asriel then felt a tingling sensation on his ears +blood of my blood you can't die. not yet.+ Asriel looked around that famliar sensation on his ears "who are you?!" The dim lights began flashing in the enclosed room he saw a shadow forming in front of him. It swirled together until it formed a humanoid shape.

The form was that of a man he folded his arms the shadows distorting slightly, Asriel stepped back "who are you?! what do you want?!" The shadow shook his head "+flesh of my flesh you must fight. you have no other choice.+" Asriel heard the shadows voice in his mind echoing it sounded aged and old. Asriel frowned "why? I have no reason to fight."

The shadow chuckled +you do, for your handler of course+ Asriel furrowed his brows in confusion "what do you mean?" The shadow dropped his hands +the herald and I have a vested interest in you succeeding. The herald would also be quite livid and torment your soul if you fail here.+ Asriel clenched his fists "tell me why should I care!? Also what do you mean by handler?!"

The shadow sighed +by handler I mean your precious master, you are his dog are you not? Dogs protect their owners you not fighting means you will fail in that. You don't want to be a bad dog do you?+ Asriel frowned he wondered how exactly his master could still be in danger Meliva is gone. The shadow then spoke like it read his mind +when you came back home I watched you for a time. The herald has been watching you for far longer. When you died we looked at your memories as your spirit drifted from your body. I am not a raven but it's clear to me and the herald that your lord will still die if you don't fight. If you allow the prophet to rein victorious it will be the death of your lord and the warband you treasure+

Asriel mouth's hanged slightly "what can I do? I can't fight not anymore.." Asriel's heart felt like it was being crushed. Without Meliva he had no power, no strength, no speed and his psychic power felt greatly weakened. The shadow cocked their head slightly +you assume the neverborn in your head made you stronger. It did not." Asriel stepped forward he said firmly "How?! I felt stronger! It also made me more useful to him!" The shadow shook his head +that's what your handler thinks flesh of my flesh. The neverborn gave you great strength but in the end you fell upon that power you did not earn it. You did not bleed, you did not fight or grow to gain that power." The shadow stroked his chin +that woman you dislike? what was her name? Isira? For example if you fought truly without holding back you would be the one to die. In the end all it did was stifle your development.+

Asriel raised his eyebrow "I was stronger than her." The shadow shrugged +truly? is that what you think? If she wanted to she could annhilate you and do you know how she got that way? Through her own hard work and the gods gifted her in kind. Even if she did it for such a petty wish+
Asriel chuckled "fine I could work for it but I am only human, compared to what? the demi gods that surround me. As I am now I would never be able to take any of the warband members on." The shadow laughed + Blood of my blood the gods love is equal they can easily take from the demi gods and give to you. You are still marked you are still at the starting point.+ Asriel touched his back he could not feel the brand but thinking about it he knows it's still there.

The shadow nodded +now you just have to prove it you are worthy of bearing it. During that time on the planet zatos you learned how to fight those skills are still there. Use them.+ Asriel looked to his hands they are shaking "that's easy for you to say.." The shadow walked over and gripped his shoulder his hand felt cold. As he gripped his shoulder he could feel the years of battle and death the shadow has seen he even saw a flash of him killing several armoured giants. The shadow spoke gently +for the sake of my legacy listen my child. Open your ears to your own fear and suffering. There is joy in that and as you cut your foes open your ears and heart to their screams. Now when you kill your foe? Bask in your superiority over them your pain and the pain of your enemy is a prayer. Start there.+

The shadow vanished, Asriel looked to his hands they are still shaking. He looked forward as a door in front of him opened he saw a bright light. Asriel walked forward and he came upon a open area shaped in a circle. It was an arena and on the stands sat masked people cheering and shouting.
Asriel scanned the crowd in the middle on a podium sat Phavo with two others. One wearing a bug mask with the fly rune engraved on the forehead. They wore a dirty crimson robe. The third was a burly man in chainmail wearing a wolf mask and in the middle he saw someone in crimson power armour. Asriel could tell right away that he is an Astartes. His face had scripture lined across it and he looked clearly disinterested.

Asriel looked down he could see several people are coming out of opened doors some looked terrified. One door across from Asriel was still closed. Phavo rose to quieten the crowd "we are gathered here in unison to watch this sacred ceremony! For the opening, our champion will spill the blood of these slaves to consecrate the grounds!" Phavo sat back down, the door finally opened and out came a man wielding two curved blades. He wore a raven mask and a red cloth that wrapped around his waist reaching his knees. The champion was bare chested his skin was tanned and he had blue tribal markings covering his body. Symbols of ravens and feathers. The man in the mask announced "Be joyful slaves! Your lives will go to the gods! I Voza! Will send you there!" Voza charged the first slave hacking him to pieces. The slaves scrambled but they had no chance he caught up to them and slashed them to pieces. Voza then ignited his blades stabbing another slave incinirating him.

Asriel watched his happen he raised one of his hands he looked to the back of it. His nails were still luminescent black. His hands were still shaking, Asriel looked to Voza cutting another slave. Asriel clenched his fist and charged towards Voza. Asriel tried to smile "open my ears to my own suffering and fear..." Asriel raced closer to Voza he is wearing no armour and had no weapons. A curious thought entered his mind. He felt a strange need mixed into the fear he wondered if he can fight the champion with his fists. Voza turned "This slave has a death wish!" Voza charged with both his blades as he got close he raised his arm to strike with his blade. Asriel steadied his breathing he was still scared but he felt.. excited. It was like a new experience was dawning on him.

Asriel watched the blade come down, Asriel dodged to Voza's side, Asriel felt that his movement was sluggish but he got clear of the blade. Asriel raised his fist and punched Voza in the side of his belly. Voza staggered back slightly clutching he coughed "yo- you dare!" Asriel can hear the crowd their surprise their disbelief he wanted to drink all of it in. He wanted to prove them wrong to see their faces when he kills their champion. Asriel stared at Voza, Asriel grinned he wanted to hear voza's death scream. Asriel charged voza again, Voza readied himself to strike, he is using the same swing this time his blades burned brighter, Voza shouted "Die!" Asriel recognised the strike so he dodged again in the same fashion. Asriel then moved in readying both his fists he struck Voza several times in the stomach.

Asriel then twisted and delivered a round house kick to Voza's face. Voza flew back to the ground dropping one of his blades. The crowd was now silent they wondered what was going on. Asriel picked up one of Voza's weapons. Asriel gripped it in both hands, he waited for Voza to rise he wanted people to see him die on his feet. Asriel can hear Voza gasping as he got up he took several paces back while breathing heavily "you shamed me slave no longer.." Voza began chanting a ball of blue fire built up in his empty hand. Voza threw the bolt of fire at Asriel.

Asriel breathed in his power was weak but he wanted to face it head on Asriel raised one of his hands to block the attack. A small shimmering shield shimmered over Asriel the ball of eldritch fire erupted against the shield shattering parts of it. The fire sheared parts of Asriel's flesh Asriel screamed. The flames dissipated, Asriel felt the burning sensation on his arms and his right bicep. The pain was pure agony. Voza stepped forward laughing "you could not even block that?! Such a weak gothi!"

Asriel chuckled the pain here felt different, Asriel still felt terrified but he was having fun at the same time. He did not know why, killing in the past with Meliva after a time felt boring, empty even. This was different, the fear, the pain, everything that is happening now excited him. Asriel laughed he laughed hard he looked at Voza, Asriel grinned wildly "let's do this some more! Let's go!" Asriel charged Voza, Voza readied another fire ball and threw it at Asriel. Asriel raised his hand again creating the shield.

As before some of the flames got past the shield shearing his skin the pain increased but he could not stop grinning. As the shadow said he had to win for his lord for his family he can't stop here. Voza kept throwing more fire balls again it crashed on the shield each time Asriel got burned a wave of pain came with it. Yet he felt invigorated. Asriel was closing in on Voza who in shock threw another, Asriel raised his hand again Asriel crashed through the flame. Asriel saw Voza trying to step back in surprise, Asriel shook his head "oh no you don't..." Asriel bound forward and speared his blade into Voza's neck.

Voza gagged holding the blade, Asriel drove the blade in slowly, Asriel then pushed the blade to the right cutting away at the right side of Voza's neck. Asriel twisted and bought his blade towards the left of his neck and removed Voza's head in a single swipe. Voza's head toppled to the ground.
Asriel gasped he smiled "I did it... I did it!" Asriel looked around in the stands everyone fell silent. Asriel chuckled if these people had something to do with his lord dying he will have to deal with them somehow. Asriel picked up Voza's head he shouted at the crowd "Look! I killed your champion! See! How the gods can quickly take away from the favoured!"

Asriel scanned the crowd he spotted Gravu and Kar'iz staring at him in a mix of wonder and horror. As Asriel held the head several guards wearing raven masks came into the arena they piled on Asriel. As they bound his hands in chains. The leader of the guard gestured "kill the rest of the slaves." Asriel was still grinning as they took him away.
   
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Very cool chapters. Loved the apparent demon removal by the inquisitor.

   
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 Dayknight wrote:

Very cool chapters. Loved the apparent demon removal by the inquisitor.



Spoiler tagging it.

Spoiler:
Thanks! I thought about it a long time on how to handle it the one problem is though for Asriel is that Adelram is still going to die for... some reason.

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Hey now! no spoilers!

Edit: was hoping that since aerial removed the demon that future wouldn't come to pass q_q

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Hey now! no spoilers!

Edit: was hoping that since aerial removed the demon that future wouldn't come to pass q_q

Hehehe just keep reading

A character said that might happen you just have to wait and see. I will spoiler tag it then. just in case for other people. Also have faith in little Asriel he might figure something out. Well maybe..

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Chapter 40

Asriel looked around his cell it was a rather small room a room made out of iron, Asriel sat on the bench he moved his hands over his burns since losing Meliva it takes time to heal any wounds. Asriel wondered why they did not chain his hands like last time but in the end he found he better use this time to heal himself.

Asriel found that the time it took to heal himself frustrating he oddly missed the power Meliva provided but killing Voza was oddly fun he never had such fun fighting someone before. Asriel looked at the door he could hear muffled voices Asriel guessed the guards are discussing what just happened. Asriel removed his hand from his arm instead of a burn injury there was now smooth skin. Asriel sighed his mind drifted to the shadows words his lord is still going to die. The shadow said he has to keep fighting, if he fights his lord will live. What concerns Asriel is what is going to kill him Meliva is gone. There is no other threat. Asriel perked up his train of thought breaking as the door unlocked the person who enetered his cell he recalled seeing him at the entrance. It's the priest Phavo, Phavo stroked the bird he stared at Asriel "greetings thin blood." Asriel frowned "why does everyone call me thin blood? I have a name."

Phavo shrugged "you have a daemon's name thin blood, be glad that I am referring you to something." Phavo continued to stroke the raven "so I wonder.. why did you fight back?" Asriel raised his eyebrow "why do you wish to know?" Asriel could not trust him there is a chance he is related to the bird in the vision. Phavo chuckled "I know what you want..." Asriel's heart began beating rapidly "what do I want then? Tell me then." Phavo nodded "you wish to save your master yes? I can tell you how.." Asriel's eyes went wide "how?! tell me?!" Phavo tutted "what do you do when you want to ask something of someone?" Asriel clenched his hands "please tell me how to save him.." Phavo fed his raven a small treat from his pouch "well for one. Don't listen to the wraith, the spectre and when you fight again you must die. If you die your lord can be saved." Asriel rummage his hair in frustration he already died once how would dying again save him? Asriel looked up to Phavo "that "shadow" said that if I don't fight he will die?! Which is it?!" Phavo sighed "you see thin blood, the future fluctuates it changes but at times there is always a single constant. In this the constant is your master dies. Now if you don't heed the shadow and die in the next round there is a chance your master will live."

Asriel's mouth felt dry "what do you mean the next round?" Phavo chuckled "well.. you are being put in with the champions. You are now part of the lithasblot. As I said when next you fight you must die. If you die you might save you master. You could keep fighting and guarantee the death of your master if you decide to die there is a chance he will live. Think on my advice thin blood."

Phavo turned away and left the cell. Asriel covered his face with his hands he was at a lost of what to do. How could he save him? If Phavo is telling the truth if he fights his lord will die if he falls on the sword he could live. Asriel's mind felt like a mess he had no idea what to do.

Phavo left the cell he finds followers of the snake easy to manipulate all you do is find their want and twist it. Phavo smiled if he truly does care for his master he will die in the next round. All the routes his master has shown him the thin blood fighting would cause his masters death.
Phavo looked to his pet he stroked under it's beak "we have given the most champions to the baomer it will be time soon.. we just have to bring the snakes to heel..." Phavo's pet raven looked at him the raven's eyes bore into him. Phavo heard a voice a familiar voice "Phavo, has the sword been told of his fate?" Phavo nodded he spoke within his mind "yes master, he is at a loss on what to do." Phavo could sense his masters satisfaction "good, to ensure the ritual goes smoothly try to ensure another champion of change is offered to baomer." Phavo began walking his master is wise, intelligent and a master of fate yet Phavo had a nagging concern "master? what would happen if the sword wins?" Phavo could detect his master is considering his answer he spoke after a few moments "then may the gods have mercy on our souls if the sword wins. Ensure that does not happen Phavo, I will contact your other half working on the upper layer. He will draw them into the trap it will aid in the ritual."

His masters voice faded from his mind, Phavo reached his destination the Prophet's sanctum. Phavo sighed he must prepare for his anger, Phavo walked into the room. Phavo scanned the room ritual parchment and prayer parchments to the gods hanged from every corner in the room. Phavo could see the high gothi and gyoja of the Ulfr and deyja tribes in discussion with the prophet. Phavo tried to make himself small as he approached the prophet had his hands behind his back, the prophet spoke firmly "you said your champion will not die in the opening ceremony Phavo." Phavo licked his lips under his mask "Prophet I said he may not die but if he won he would rein victorious." The prophet sighed "I should have never relied on the visions of humans. they are blind to the gods prophecies." The high gothi of the ulfr tribe snarled under his wolf mask "he is a deceiver prophet! let me kill him! I Gar'bas will take his head!" Phavo frowned the members of the ulfr tribe claim the title of gothi and gyoja but are blind to the power of the gods. They claim it is a weakness, that using such power is not honourable it was why the king died.

Phavo could not help but smile both the Ulfr and deyja tribes were weak due to their centuries of fighting each other hence they both sent poor champions to each lithasblot. The prophet sundering their tribes made it even worse. The ormr held all their best fighters back to defend their territory. They were not strong but not weak either. Phavo turned to Gar'bas "tell me, what champions are you offering to the lithasblot? I hear boasts of how powerful your warriors are.. but I don't see any.." Gar'bas scowled "yet your strongest champion was killed by a thin blood! a slave!"

The high gyoja of the deyja tribe laughed while coughing slightly "what are you planning deceiver? You pressed so hard for the prophet to allow this.. we should of smashed the disgusting snakes aside forced them to kneel." Phavo sighed "prophet you recall I also said that doing the lithasblot puts the baomer in a state which allows it's power to be easily manipulated. Right now it's dormant if the lithasblot is completed and one of our champions win by right of the gods the baomer is yours to do with for a time." Phavo watched the prophet taking all of their words in he wondered if he was considering them. The prophet is a religious fanatic who thinks he above the traditions and rules. Phavo knew the rules were placed there for a reason you could subvert them but to break it is dangerous especially dealing with edicts from the gods.

The prophet sighed he turned his head to the high gyoja "Milisnar, we cannot kill the ormr they are required and the gods largely want them intact." Milisnar mumbled "fine. I will follow your word prophet." The prophet placed his eyes on Phavo "I do warn you Phavo, if we lose this... ceremony we will attack the ormr I will have no choice but to follow the word of the Ulfr and the Deyja." Phavo bowed "as you say prophet." The prophet waved him away "you are dismissed Phavo." Phavo turned and walked away the prophet then began a new discussion with Milisnar and Gar'bas. As Phavo exited the room he grinned as he quietly said "prophet you are another fly in the trap..."

Isabella stood in one the housing estates Izarus bought for the social gathering, Isabella gazed at the masked butlers and maids preparing the food and punch. The hall had red slik curtains hanging from the walls and grand religious icons of the god-emperor covering every inch of the room. Isabella frowned she still found such icons to be disgusting.

Isabella then felt someone wrapping their arm around her shoulder It was Izarus "dear Alivia why are you frowning?" Isabella cursed she had to rember her facial expressions the masks are only obscuring their upper face leaving the lower exposed. Isabella smiled "it's nothing my lord, I am just annoyed that the guests are not turning up on time." Izarus smiled "I can understand some of my camptirots do enjoy being late but do not worry by the end I will be stronger. Now I must check everything is in order." Izarus kissed Isabella he leaned back and smiled as he walked away.
Isabella took a small sigh of relief. Isabella looked to the table the servants have finished setting up the food she then pulled the pouch from her bosom and walked over to the punch. Isabella opened the pouch and sprinkled a tiny bit of the dust into the bowl. The punch turned from orange to pink for a split second and then back to it's original colour. Isabella grinned "now everything is in place."

Isabella looked to the entrance nobles were now entering they wore similar masks to Izarus and Isabella but all of them were styled differently to show their wealth and status. Izarus saw the nobles entering and briskly walked to the entrance and began greeting the nobles. A veild barb to one or praise to another. As the nobles entered the hall the music started to play. Everyone began mingling, Isabella watched the nobles talk they seemed far more relaxed to speak. Isabella recalled visiting their mansions they always held back what they wanted to say due to the fear of being watched.
Now they have a safe haven to back stab and cut deals but largely Izarus will benefit. Isabella smiled as the maids and butlers began serving the punch to the nobles. Even Izarus took a glass. Isabella had to control herself it's just the first dose, it won't be extreme. Isabella watched the nobles drink.

Isabella wanted to watch the effects carefully, if she listened she could hear conversations have began to divert slightly. Nobles talked of who they liked or fancied or the frustrations dealing with the scions and their poking into their business. Other's talked of since they are chosen the scions have no right to be telling them what to do.

Isabella picked out the pride, arrogance and lust within the words of the nobles. It was almost like a show. Isabella traced her eyes through the crowd again but in the corner stood a man. He wore robes that looked similar to those of a scribe of the church. Isabella could understand why Izarus would invite such a member since the ecclesiarchy holds great power, especially on this planet. Isabella could see the scribe is not drinking, he does not even have a glass. His body language shows experience in dealing with such events. His mask is plain sliver with a turquoise gem on the forehead. Isabella walked over she wanted to know why he is here and whether he is a threat. Isabella stood beside the scribe "so what do you think? Any possible partners?"

The scribe smiled "unfortunately no, I think all of these nobles are pawns in a greater game." Isabella raised her eyebrow he seems smart, Isabella wanted to prod further "why do you say that? Many nobles here hold great power." The scribe smiled "such power they hold is fleeting at best my lady, of course you of all people should understand that."

Isabella felt her mouth drying for some reason, Isabella raised her hand "a drink please!" A maid walked over with a tray holding several glasses. Isabella picked one up and handed another to the scribe. Isabella smiled "I am Alivia, I am with Sir Izarus of house Gaider." The scribe nodded "an old house." the scribe inclined his head slightly "I am Joseph Alpeh, a scribe of the grand church on the upper layer." Joseph swirled the contents of the glass, Isabella wanted him to drink to draw out information this man is too smart for his own good "so what do you mean I of all people should understand that?" Joseph smiled "you move as a master not as a mere mistress Alivia, lies are needed in our line of work." Isabella tried not to frown "what ever do you mean? Also I am no master I am just a humble lady of lord Izarus."

Joseph chuckled "I see, if you are truly just a lady you would not wish to visit the church in secret tomorrow without your lord knowing." Joseph took a whiff from the glass "very interesting just smelling the punch shows you are not just a lady Alivia..." Joseph then called for a butler "Butler!" The butler walked over Joseph placed the glass on the tray "Dear Alivia think on what I just told you, we can both benefit greatly." Joseph walked away with hands behind his back. Isabella scowled slightly she could not help but feel he was in control of that situation he is trying to draw her out. A small thought stuck her what if Joseph is like her? Could it be possible? Isabella placed her glass on the butler tray she walked away to mingle with the nobles.

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Chapter 41

Asriel heard the door unlocking two guards in raven masks walked in, the one on the right gestured "get up thin blood it's time to fight." the guard on the left placed his staff near Asriel's throat "try anything and your head will pop." Asriel slowly rose with his hands up the guards led him out of the cell. As he left the cell Asriel could see people have began staring at him they whispered to each other. Asriel could pick out some of it, some say it must be a fluke or wondering if he is chosen. Others insult him that he has no right to fight in the lithasblot. Asriel was lead to the centre of the arena to a familiar room. Two guards were guarding the door one held an old two handed sword. The guards bought Asriel forward the guard holding the staff to his neck said "the thin blood is here hand him his weapon." The guard gave Asriel the old sword they snickered slightly as they gave it to him the guards then opened the door and pushed Asriel in.

Just like before they locked the door behind him, Asriel looked to the two handed sword worn, nicked and abused. Asriel looked around the dimly lit room, Asriel wondered if the shadow will appear again. As he thought of the shadow the room's lights flickered +I am here.+ a swirling ball of darkness gathered in front of Asriel and took a humanoid shape.

Asriel clenched his eyes closed and then opened them he had a question "someone told me if I die my lord can be saved." The shadow's body distorted he hissed +who told you those lies?! Listen blood of my blood you have to win for my sake and the sake of our people.+ Asriel shook his head "I don't care about your people! For once can someone speak plainly! All I care about is saving my lord, saving my family nothing else!" The shadow grew silent he held his hands together +blood of my blood have you heard the term baomer?+ Asriel nodded "yes, what is it?" The shadow spoke firmly +it's the gift from the gods to help my people survive in this god forsaken city. The lithasblot deals with the baomer. It determines which champion will empower it+ Asriel raised his eyebrow "empower? what do you mean?" the shadow clenched his fists +the baomer has alignments, the deceiver or the god of magic is the strongest at the moment the snake is pushing back as hard as it can but it needs a champion to aid it. The fly and wolf were broken a long time ago hence they have flocked to the "prophet".+

Asriel stroked his chin in understanding "so I assume those in the ravens masks will do something bad if they win? To the baomer right?" The shadow nodded +yes! it's why the herald chose you as it's instrument! The bird of hrafn tribe is moving! The maggot lord of deyja and the blood drinker of Ulfr have already left the baomer. It has to be you for the sake of my legacy you must win!+"

Asriel felt a small amount of resolve building in his chest he lifted the old sword "I have to fight against champions now I take it? What can I do with a weapon like this?" The shadow chuckled +in your eyes the sword looks poor but now it's your companion. The soul of your weapon suffers with you it wants to win against those who have abused it open your mind to it let it drink your suffering and those of your enemies and it will grow with you.+ Asriel cocked his head slightly "grow? it is an old sword though.." The shadow shook his head +look to the greatest champions of the gods not all wield daemon touched weapons, some weapons they are their companions on their path to glory and they grow and change with them. Try it, open your witch sight see with the eyes of the gods.+

Asriel looked to the old sword Asriel gripped it in both hands, Asriel opened his third eye his witch sight he stared at the blade. Asriel looked over each nick, each chip and worn edge of the blade. Holding the sword he felt it's history the abuse it went through, being chucked aside and then given to someone who is likely to die. Being passed along without even a thought. The sword wanted to prove everyone wrong that it was still useful. That it could still cut, that it could still kill. That it could still fight and protect it's owner. Asriel closed his eyes, he felt an odd connection he could understand the sword he never thought about it until now. All the hardship he went through, all the suffering and pain for the people who he held dear. Even if they don't recognise it, even if they don't praise him and finally even if they cast him aside. For once in a long time Asriel wanted more, he craved it.

Asriel could see words being imprinted in his mind a name. Asriel spoke it slowly "Verja'allr, Asriel opened his eyes and smiled and looked at the two handed sword "that's your name right?" The shadow spoke he almost sounded joyful +to defend all, it fits you.+ Asriel looked up to the shadow "is that what the name means?" The shadow nodded + Indeed both of you give your all to defend what is dear to you. Both you and your weapon share a common purpose. Now it shall be put to the test.+

The door in front of Asriel opened the cheering the crowd can now be heard Asriel gripped Verja'allr, the shadow dissipated without another word. Asriel walked forward "let's wipe their smiles off their faces shall we?"

Asriel walked forward into the arena, there were several closed doors. Asriel looked up he could see far more people wearing snake masks in the crowd. Gravu, Ulg'pha and Kar'iz were also in the crowd. Asriel looked over to the podium, Phavo stood "the first.. "champion" a fool who embraces the daemons above and a thin blood!" The crowd jeered, Asriel could even see some of those who wore snake masks who are disgruntled shifting in their seats even if they did not jeer like everyone else. A door in front of Asriel opened and someone stepped into the arena they wielded a staff the head of the staff is shaped like a raven. They wore a crimson robe and their raven mask had blue jewels lining it. The champion released a spark of power from the staff and laughed, Asriel noticed their voice is female.

Phavo quietened down the crowd "the first champion of the raven god Ilis'parza! Gyoja of our tribe! Wielder of powerful magics and the lore of the gods!" The crowd cheered, the second door to Asriel's right opened another champion came out they wore similar attire to Voza. They wielded a single curved blade he raised his hands as Phavo announced him "Los'la! blade master and gothi! Many have been ended by his blade!" Finally the last door on his left opened out came a champion wearing the attire of the people who is making Asriel fight. Asriel looked the champion up and down they wielded a glaive along with wearing a golden skull mask with a snake engraved on the forehead. The champion slammed the haft of their glaive on the metal ground. Asriel watched gravu's people cheering as loud as they can over the jeers of the others.

Phavo announced the champion "Nis'dar of the ormr! Gothi and guard of the High gothi Gravu! She has N-" Asriel grew tired of the posturing he gripped the two handed sword and got into position he charged Los'la. Los'la scowled "you dare! you have no respect!" Los'la readied his blade. Asriel bought a Verja'allr downwards for a strike. Los'la moved his blade to parry knocking away his strike, Los'la laughed "what do you aim to do with such a poor weapon?!" Los'la moved in to attack Asriel, Los'la blade ignited with a brilliant blue light he made several quick strikes, Asriel raised his guard to block the attacks. Asriel grunted he found it hard to divert away the strikes the quality of the blade made it even harder. Los'la kept up his flurry of attacks until one got through Los'la slashed Asriel across the chest. Asriel staggered back his chest felt like it's on fire. Asriel dropped to one knee as pain sheared his chest, blood began leaking greatly from the wound.

Los'la pointed his blade "that is where thin bloods and daemons belong on their knees to their betters." Asriel panted his vision felt blurry he turned his head slightly to his blade "are you satisifed with this Verja'allr? I am not.. I have to protect him.. only I can do it. Only we can do it."
Asriel placed his hand to his wound he dug his nails in, Asriel gasped as he grit his teeth "this pain shows us we are still here." Asriel staggered to his feet "we have endured far worse!" Los'la scoffed "who are you talking to thin blood? Are you delirious?" Asriel lowered his blade slightly he steadied his breathing he reminded himself of his own pain. The hardships he faced getting to this point. The pain of living in the undercity, the back breaking work of slavery, the church and all the suffering he endured during that century waiting for his lord.

Asriel looked down to his weapon he thought of it's pain as well he gathered all of that together. Asriel felt every pore in his body being saturated with power a dark mist pooled from his wound. Asriel felt a strange warmth that someone was approving of his actions. Asriel charged Los'la again Los'la bought up his guard.

Asriel shouted "we will smash it aside!" Asriel bought weapon to do a upwards slash knocking away Los'la's guard Asriel hissed "suffer and die!" Asriel twisted making a downwards slash across Los'la's chest as his blade moved a black inky trail followed it. Blood pooled from Los'la's wound, Los'la staggered back. Asriel stepped in and impaled Los'la with his blade he drove his blade in and twisted.

Los'la gasped "i-impossible.." Asriel grinned "know as you die that a thin blood beat you! The gods can give and take away!" Asriel pulled his sword out of Los'la's chest as he crumpled to the ground. Asriel looked to his hand if he focused a small ball of dark energy pooled in his hands. Asriel touched his chest he could not even feel his wound anymore.

Asriel scanned the arena, he could see Nis'dar is swiftly dodging the blue fireballs that are being thrown by Ilis'parza eventually closing in and impaling her with the glaive. Nis'dar removed the glaive and twisted the glaive removing the head of Ilis'parza. Nis'dar levelled her glaive at Asriel "we don't need you thin blood! you will die here!" Asriel readied himself he thought back to the sensation he felt during his fight with Los'la. The dark mist poured from his body in greater amounts Asriel wondered if it could be manipulated thinking back to the small ball of energy in his hand. Asriel charged Nis'dar, Asriel had to be careful due to the range of her weapon.

Nis'dar tried to thrust her glaive as Asriel approached Asriel stepped to the right the glaive grazed his arm as he did so. The speed of the thrust was unnatural, Asriel guessed she is using her psychic powers to enhance her body. Nis'dar made another thrust, Asriel tried to draw on the well of power from before the darkness shifted protecting his arm from the attack. At most all Asriel felt was a sting, Asriel could tell he surprised Nis'dar she pulled her glaive back to make a downwards slash. Asriel dodged again but this time, Nis'dar stepped back with the attack. Asriel also took a step back he wondered how he would get in close she had a good defence and a mistake could be costly.

Asriel looked down to his sword "you understand my pain don't you? How about you show her it?" Asriel gripped his sword in both hands and got ready to make a sideways slash. This time he stood in place he gathered the shadows to his blade. Asirel shouted "we will kill anyone who seeks to harm him!" Asriel made a side ways slash a shock wave of black energy surged from his weapon in a line that charged towards Nis'dar. Nis'dar looked around the line was too long to dodge and the speed was too fast to duck. Nis'dar moved to block. The black energy passed through her weapon and slammed into her body to her shock. Nis'dar gagged and dropped to one knee she vomited a pool of blood.

Asriel moved in this is his chance, a chance he will not let slip by, Nis'dar tried to stagger to her feet while gasping her movements were sloppy. Asriel gathered energy in his right hand he could feel it building. He kept charging towards Nis'dar, Nis'dar made another thrust, Asriel focused the darkness moved to cover his arm. Asriel charged into the strike.

Asriel grit his teeth as the glaive clashed into his arm it was far more painful but the weapon did not pierce his skin. His action threw Nis'dar off guard, Asriel closed in Nis'dar coughed, blood leaking down the holes of her mask. Nis'dar dropped her glaive and tried to draw a knife due to Asriel's distance. Asriel removed his right hand from his weapon, Asriel formed a small ball of darkness in front of his palm. Asriel then released the energy the small ball ballooned consuming the right side of her chest and her right arm.

Purple eldritch lighting covered the giant orb of darkness, Nis'dar screamed as the energy dissipated, Nis'dar collapsed to the ground. Asriel looked at Nis'dar it was like her chest and arm were devoured it was gone. Asriel looked to his hand and grinned. Asriel felt he was getting used to manipulating this dark energy. Asriel raised his blade over Nis'dar who was twitching on the ground trying to get away.

Asriel bought down his blade right onto her heart and twisted, Nis'dar gagged coughing and finally died. Asriel looked upon the crowd who were now in silence. Asriel eyed Phavo, he could see him clenching his hands. Asriel spoke firmly to the crowd he announced "I don't care for your traditions, or your nonsense of daemons and thin bloods! I will win and I won't let anyone stop me! When it's dealing with them.. if anyone seeks to harm them they are my enemy!"

Asriel looked around the doors in the arena opened guards entered the arena with staves pointed at Asriel. Asriel lowered his blade "so you have come to escort me to my cell? Fine." A guard walked over to Asriel "your weapon." Asriel frowned "It's mine." The guard scowled "your weapon!" The weapons of the guards began to glow, Asriel sighed "fine." Asriel handed his weapon to the guard the shadows dancing over his body vanished.

As the guard gripped the blade handle, the darkness came back like a ravaging mist encircling the blade it assaulted the guard consuming his flesh. Devouring him as the shadows worked his screams were becoming muffled. The guard collapsed as the shadows dissipated all that was left was a pure white husk of skin and bone. The guards surrounding Asriel looked down to the worn at blade and edged closer to Asriel. One guard called out "what did you do thin blood! Answer!" Asriel shrugged "it doesn't like being handled by people who abused it." Phavo's voice echoed from the podium "let the thin blood keep the weapon!" Asriel turned to Phavo, he wondered what expression he is making under the mask.

Asriel bent down and picked up the blade. He gripped it tightly as the guards poked him with the staves to get him to move. Asriel stared at his weapon "we will save him from whatever future that will see him dead."

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Chapter 42

Isabella prepared her clothes, she wore a white dress with a small jacket. At this moment it was the most opportune time to visit Joseph since Izarus is out at the moment preparing the next social gathering. Joseph's words stuck with her if he is indeed like her they might be able to work something out the issue is what he would want in return. People like him always want something in return.

Isabella left her room and walked to the exit of the mansion, a butler was standing at the door leading outside. Isabella sighed in annoyance she approached the door the butler turned his head "Madam Alivia, may I ask where you are going?" Isabella turned to the bulter she smiled "to the church to pray, to reflect on my past choices." The butler inclined his head "very well, I am sure sir Izarus would be pleased you are taking such an outing." Isabella kept her face neutral she is surprised that she could leave the mansion unattended. Isabella asked "I can just leave? without anyone?" The butler nodded "yes, since the first social gathering he talks about you fondly he actually wishes you take to the church scriptures and embrace what the upper layer offers. I will let him know where you are when he returns." Isabella felt her heart swelling the fact Izarus trust her that much is a huge boon. Isabella inclined her head to the butler "I won't be long." The butler bowed "safe journey Madam Alivia."

Isabella exited the house, she could see the grand cathedral in the distance she briskly walked to the church. As Isabella walked the upper layer she felt nostalgic remembering a time back on Zatos where she could walk around freely visit largely any place that interested her. In the end the imperium easily snatches that freedom away whenever they need to. Isabella tried to search her heart for any sign of regret for accepting Asriel's offer she could not muster any. She enjoyed her life now every part of it her lord let's her do what she wants on the ship. At times she felt like a sort of queen or princess considering how many serfs want her time. Then the thrill of twisting nobles dragging them down tearing their lives to pieces. Isabella nerves began standing on end a shiver of pleasure crawled down her spine, Isabella quickly gulped and suppressed the need to dive into the sensation. Isabella chuckled she had to keep up appearances more so when walking outside.

Isabella took in the sights of the upper layer if many of the statues and icons were not devoted to the god-emperor it would be far more beautiful. Still after looking at them for a few more moments Isabella noted that Lord Adelram has created far more beautiful things than the statues of faith devoted to an absentee god. Perhaps when they come they would tear them down and replace it with something better. Isabella continued walking to the grand cathedral the church of the upper layer, as she approached she saw chanting priests singing hymns to the emperor. Prayer parchments nailed to their skin as they rang bells chanting words of praise. Isabella frowned she wondered how someone could display such fanatical devotion to someone who can't hear them. Who can't approve of them and their works.

Isbaella moved to enter the church avoiding the priests as best she can, Isabella wanted to avoid being preached to by a random priest. Isabella hurried up the steps into the church as she entered the hall almost seemed miles long. Rows upon rows of seats had pilgrims and nobles praying. The thing that stood out most of all were statues of the primarchs grand statues showing each of the 9.

Isabella stared at each of them when she joined Lord Adelram and was bought up to speed after they left Zatos she was shocked to hear that there are more primarchs. 9 more to be exact, Isabella wondered what Lord Adelram's father looked like. All she knows is that he is the most beautiful of the 18 far more than even Sanguinius. Isbaella looked around the church one more time she also spotted a mural that told a story. She was about to walk over to it until someone touched her on the shoulder. Isabella flinched and quickly turned around. A man stood before her he wore scribe robes his face looked somewhat aged, his skin was tanned in colouration he smiled "greetings lady Alivia, it seems you are not a normal lady after all." Isabella nodded slowly "Joseph I assume?" The scribe nodded "indeed, now before we speak further. Should we go to my study? I have a certain scripture I would like to show you." Isabella looked around considering the state of the upper layer there might be eyes and ears in the church.

Isabella smiled "I do want to hear a further study on the holy scriptures." Isabella gestured to the mural "I am sure there are many interpretations of the mural correct?" Isabella watched Joseph nod approvingly "indeed, I have the all said interpretations in my study right this way my lady." Joseph began walking to a side door, Isabella followed.

Joseph got out his keys and unlocked the large wooden door, Joseph held the door "after you." Isabella stepped forward into a corridor, paintings lined the walls along with religious scripture. Joseph entered and locked the door behind him, Joseph walked ahead of Isabella "My study is just a few doors down." Jospeh walked down the hall. Isabella eyed Joseph's back she wondered what he hoped to gain out of this. Isabella sighed and followed they reached a door that was near the end of the hall. Joseph got out his keys again the door had several locks. Joseph got to work unlocking the door, Isabella raised her eyebrow "so many locks for your study?" Joseph nodded "indeed all scribes have their own studies and considering the state of the galaxy and new laws passed by the primarch Roboute Guilliman scribes and pilgrims are travelling the galaxy trying to piece together the history of the imperium and locating lost artefacts." Isabella absorbed the information she did not pay much mind to war or what the awakened primarch is doing she was far more concerned with the events on Zatos.

Joseph finished undoing the last lock "of course there are many detractors in the church and other establishments in the imperium people would think that having a primarch would bring true unity but overall we learned how divided we are." Joseph pushed the door open and walked in Isabella followed. As Isabella entered the study books lined the shelves, scrolls were strewn over tables. Isabella walked into the middle of the study it had a strange smell. Isabella could tell right away that the study did not contain only religious texts she had a nagging feeling that among the scrolls and books held contents that would be frowned upon by the authorities. Isabella her eyes to Joseph's desk there was a box on top of it. A box with several locks.

Isabella heard the door close, Joseph walked up to his desk "all of the books and scrolls in this room is nothing compared to what I am going to show you Alivia." Isabella raised her eyebrow "I can tell you are not clean Jospeh, before we go further tell me what you want." Joseph smiled "whoever you are working for I want in. What I am about to show you opened my mind to the galaxy. The dark truth of the galaxy."

Isballa narrowed her eyes she had to tread carefully "I have no idea what you mean Jospeh. I am not working for anyone." Jospeh chuckled "fine, very well how about this. I will unlock this box and I will leave for a moment and let you bask in what I found." Isabella frowned "you are putting this in my favour Joseph. what do you truly want?" Jospeh grinned "as I said I want in but of course I have to show you that I am geniunie I am provding that." Joseph proceded to undo the locks on the box. He then walked away from his desk and walked back to the door. Joseph opened the door slightly "I am quite eager to hear your answer in a few moments." Joseph opened the door wider and closed it behind him. Isabella felt uncomfortable she felt like she was being manipulated still she was curious about what was in the box. One thing is obvious after this conversation Jospeh is like her he seems to lack direction but perhaps he is someone her lord can use.

Isabella walked to the desk she placed her hands on the box and opened the lid as she opened the box a bright blue gem greeted her. The brilliance radiating from the gem, the warmth on her skin. Isabella did not have the power of the witch but she could feel a swirl of energy coming from the gem. Isabella looked to her bracelet, she whispered pho'nur. Isabella's head reared up she stepped back a few paces. Her body began seizing up her nerves felt like they were on fire she gasped and as her fingers began twitching erratically. Isabella clutched her chest and closed her eyes tightly the sensation slowly faded. It now felt like someone was within her mind and she felt an odd sensation like she was embracing someone.

Isabella then heard his voice "you must of found something interesting if you are using this function Isabella. It will not last long be quick." Isabella slowly nodded she walked to the desk and stared at the blue gem again. Isabella felt her lord's wonder his need building to acquire it "such power.. such magnificence..I.." Isabella whispered "a scribe found it he wants to serve in return for the gem my lord."

Isabella sensed Lord Adelram's confusion "that's it? I see.." Isabella could feel her lord growing excited "touch it Isabella." Isabella frowned "I don't know what it does!" Isabella whispered. Her lord's displeasure was soon felt through her being he spoke firmly "do it." Isabella slowly reached for the gem with one finger as she touched it power surged into her body it was almost unbearable she removed her finger in an instant. Her lord began laughing harshly within her mind "wonderful! Dear Isabella you found a wonderful prize! This should make up for the previous failures of those two..."
Isabella felt a small sense of happiness building in her heart "I follow your will Lord Adelram." Isabella felt his approval within her heart. Isabella suddenly felt weak in the knees her breathing slowing her lord spoke gently "work with the person who provided this prize be careful though you can't trust him entirely he most likely wants more. Protect that gem at all costs when the nobles are corrupted we will attack. Do my will Isabella don't fail in this. If you succeed you can request your own reward if its in my power to provide it."

Isabella soon felt her lord's presence drift from her body, Isabella clutched her chest while panting "I won't fail.." Isabella stood up right she closed the lid covering the shining blue gem. Isabella walked to the door and knocked a few times. Isabella stepped back as Joseph entered again and closed the door behind him. Isabella could see Joseph looked somewhat smug "So lady Alivia, what did you think? Would it be a good offering?" Isabella did not nod she kept her face neutral "it's interesting I think we can work together but in return you will follow my instructions to the letter" Joseph nodded while smiling "simple enough I look eager to working with you."

Isabella assessed Joseph's features he is way too confident for her liking he has the face of someone who seems in utter control of the situation. Her lord was right she can't trust him entirely but she could use him for now.
   
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The plot thickens.
   
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Chapter 43

Phavo hurried to the thin blood's cell the final's are approaching perhaps he could convince him to stop. The thin blood kept winning again and again. Watching Gravu's disblief and horror turning to wonder nasuted him. Phavo cursed he thought the thin blood would take to his advice he wondered what the wraith said to convince him to keep fighting. Phavo stroked his pet he looked into it's eyes "what would master do?" A voice eoched in his mind in response "Do all I can to ensure that future does not happen." Phavo flinched "do all I can? What else can I do?" Phavo could hear is master musing "when I called you phavo and showed you the infinite beyond, your mind raced with possibilities with how to shift it. How to change it. Think about your situation a champion of your tribe is about to fight someone who is growing stronger, someone who is winning despite the hurdles thrown in front of him." Phavo nodded slowly he grinned under his mask "nothing says I can't empower our champion. It might shift fate back on track." Phavo sensed his master's approval "indeed, to add further there is some good news they have taken the bait."

Phavo's eyes went wide in surprise "really? what of the crimson ones then?" his master spoke firmly "they will move soon whether the sword wins or loses the great changer will ensure that. Overall we will benefit in the end if we ensure the correct future comes to pass." Phavo nodded slowly "I see. I understand master." His master spoke again his voice echoing in Phavo's mind "One more thing Phavo if the "prophet" dies. Proceed with the ritual no matter what happens. It would be beneficial if the "prophet" does it. It would empower it further due to the deception but we are getting to the point we should start taking precautions. "

Phavo's master voice soon vanished from his mind, Phavo was now at the thin blood's cell he could see a dark mist seeping from underneath. It's got to the point that their guards are now standing a few paces from the door. Phavo gestured to the guard "open the door!" The guard looked to the door and back to Phavo "High go-" Phavo hissed "open it!" The guard walked over to the cell as he approached the door the dark mist retreated back. The door opened the guard turned "High Gothi please be careful." Phavo tapped the haft of his staff on the ground a blue light emitted from it the darkness retreated as he stepped into the cell.

Phavo looked down to the thin blood holding the beaten blade downwards with both hands closing his eyes. The dark mist had purple electric currents going through it. The guard finally closed the door behind Phavo as the guard did so the mist darted towards phavo attempting to attack him. Phavo increased the power emitting from his staff pushing it back the memory of what happened to the guard in the arena was fresh in his mind. Phavo sighed "I am more powerful thin blood." The thin blood opened his eyes they were black like the void the colour drained away showing his blue eyes he grinned "can't blame me for trying." Phavo shook his head "has the wraith or shadow spoken to you since you awakened this.. strange sorcery?" The thin blood frowned "no."

Phavo looked at the mist if he used his witch sight he could see tiny ripples in the mist at the back of his mind he could hear the screams and lamentations of the champions killed. The loudest was the screams of the guard who picked up his weapon. Mixed with all of that he could sense an age of hardship, pain and loss. Phavo narrowed his eyes "so you are manifesting the suffering of souls." The thin blood sat up right "so that's what I am doing.. I see." Phavo cursed his curiosity got the better of him he had to be careful he did not want to reveal too much which would aid the thin blood in increasing his power. Still what is clear to him is that he is also devouring the suffering and pain of those he kills. Phavo read of gothi in the past among the ormr doing such a technique feeding off pain to strengthen themselves. There are even texts of the ormr fighting through horrific injury that would kill a normal man.

Phavo licked his lips "is there anything that would covince you to die? For your master?" The thin blood frowned "if you speak of what you aim to do with the baomer and how my death would save him then yes." Phavo swore under his breath how much has the wraith told him? Phavo spoke slowly "the baomer is important to us but have you ever considered why the shadow wishes you to win? Why does he want you to empower it?" Phavo guessed the thin blood hasn't caught on the lithasblot is a process of finding their king but the thing blood is right. Both he and his master has an aim for the baomer an aim far greater than finding a king that would never come. Phavo sighed "I guess there is no convincing you." The thin blood shrugged "I guess so, at least the shadow speaks more plainly."

Phavo turned away "good luck in the finals" Phavo said sarcastically. The thin blood spoke in return his tone mocking "I can't wait to see your reaction when your champion dies. The man I killed first was your best." Phavo grinned as he left the cell the thin blood will die for sure in the finals.
As Phavo left the cell he turned to the guard "tell Mos'ra that I want to see him." The guard inclined his head "I will get the word out High Gothi." Phavo nodded in satisfaction he left for his chambers within the arena.

Dycius rehearsed the words of hatred within his mind he stood in the chambers provided by the primitives they call him prophet a great leader who will bring them to fight the daemons above. Dycius smirked "they will be enslaved their true use is their strong children and securing the.. "baomer". " Dycius stroked his chin dark apostle Kraathal had him sent here to gather the primitives and perhaps to harness the power of the baomer. What he found odd is that the Kraathal wanted the tribes largely intact for some reason or another. Dycius guessed perhaps it's a test of sorts on his path to becoming a dark apostle. As first acolyte he should be able to sway the primitive masses easily to their cause. Even as an exalted daemon prince in the past Lorgar used his words instead of the mace to unite people in the true worship.

In the end what drew their host to the planet in the first place is the dark apostle's visions of the gem of the great changer. A powerful and terrible artefact. As they scryed the planet they also found a powerful force of the gods underground and he was sent to investigate. The humans have regaled him with details of their history but he had no interest most of their stories have most likely been distorted with time. All he cared for is uniting the tribes and giving them to Kraathal and if this baomer holds power that can also be given to the dark apostle. Dycius found this "lithasblot" perplexing but Phavo is pushing that winning could reveal the baomer's power to him. He allowed it because if he could discover the true power of the baomer and provide Kraathal with the primitives he would win great favour. Phavo provided the ritual used to manipulate the power of it but as with all things underground it is crude and primitive.

Dycius made the appropriate adjustments to the ritual and refined it. Dycius mind drifted to when their host will assault the planet once they attack the planet and take control he could make Phavo his personal slave. He is somewhat intelligent compared to the rest of the primitives and wields a small measure of power. As Dycius was thinking a ball of black fire appeared in front of him. The fire expanded forming a familiar face a face lined with the word of lorgar and a face bearing centuries of war, Dycius dropped to one knee "Dark Apostle." Kraathal spoke his voice distorting with each word "First Acolyte how goes your work?" Dycius inclined his head "I control three of the four tribes right now we are in the middle of a.. ceremony." Kraathal raised his eyebrow "ceremony? speak of it." Dycius nodded "It's a ceremony to determine their lost king and empower the baomer the structure we detected underground."

Dycius coutinued "the finals are approaching if the forces I control wins it would allow us to control the power of the baomer. The last tribe resisting is just using the ceremony to delay my armies marching upon them so I am keeping them alert. I overall prefer to make them bow with words instead of force but precautions should always be taken." Kraathal nodded approivngly "well done my first acoltyte. Now the reason why I contacted you.." Dycius brow furrowed slightly so he did not contact him to check on his progress. Kraathal continued speaking despite his reaction "the gods have shown me where the gem of the great changer is located, the issue is I see a vision of the snake coiling around it." Dycius perked up "someone found it first?" Kraathal nodded "yes so I am pushing our plans ahead. Secure the last tribe quickly our assault will begin in a matter of days. The tribesmen will be useful to us in the conflict."

Dycius clenched his hands slightly "what of the baomer?" Kraathal's image flashed "we are here for the gem. The baomer is a bonus. The gem holds far greater power first acolyte we can examine the baomer after we enslave the populace and secure the gem." Dycius lowered his head further "yes Dark apostle." Kraathal nodded "Coryphaeus Aszim and I will began preparing our forces for the attack. Be ready for our call first Acolyte." Kraathal's image dissipated leaving Dycius in the dimly lit room.

Dycius rose "so the assault is a matter of days.." Dycius then heard a knock on his door "Enter!" Shouted Dycius. As the door opened it was Phavo he bowed "Prophet. The finals are beginning.." Dycius looked down at the small man "win or lose we will attack the ormr right away." Dycius could see Phavo shifting slightly in surprise "Prophet you sai-"

Dycius shook his head "I changed my mind I need complete control and I doubt the ormr will bow with words even if we win the lithasblot. If we need to break them to kneel. Sometimes the mace is needed instead of using words." Phavo inclined his head lower "as you say prophet." Dycius made his way to leave the room "Come Phavo we have to see our victory."

Belaris sat in his office examining the testimonies of the gang members they captured after they were interrogated they were killed and reduced to dust. The gang have provided an accurate description of their new helpers. Belaris mouthed their names "Ashley and George.." George was the creature who fell on his blade the wounds inflicted on him would kill a normal man. It's reaction to his sanctified blade confirmed it. That being held a daemon within him and whenever daemons are involved terrible things happen. Belaris wondered if these two suspects are related to the gem he still hasn't located it. Perhaps if he could capture at least one of them it might shed some light upon it. All Belaris could do is set the undercity largely on lock down none can enter or leave without appropriate identification. What surprised Belaris most of all is that Gabriel agreed with his "request". Perhaps Gabriel wants to help in his own way even if it's for less virtuous reasons.

Belairs instructed the scions to keep on the look out for those matching the descriptions of George and Ashley. Belaris heard a knock on his door he called out "enter!" The door opened and he saw his three acolytes. Larissa, Fahim and Micheal. Larissa came forward and saluted she wore her scion uniform instead of gear belonging to the gang "inquisitor, we are scouring the undercity the arbites and scions are on the look out for the heretics." Belaris rose from his seat and walked to the middle of his room "good we can't allow them to slip by." Belaris looked to Micheal "did you find anything in the middle layer?" Micheal shook his head "no inquisitor I spotted no activity in the middle layer." Belaris sighed slightly "I see.." Belaris then bought his eyes to Fahim who was stroking his beard "I have noticed something strange with the nobles these past few days." Belaris raised his eyebrow "do tell Fahim what have you noticed?"

Fahim nodded "for one people have stopped asking for the cleansing ritual." Belaris furrowed his brow "considering how obsessed these nobles are with the appearance with purity that is strange. Is there anything else?" Fahim nodded "yes I hear whispers of.. social gatherings. even among the clergy." Belaris folded his arms "people whisper of it?" Fahim nodded "yes in my experience if people have to whisper about something then it must be a secret. Secrets normally hold heresy." Belaris nodded in agreement "we are of two minds Fahim. Have you investigated this further?"
Fahim nodded slowly "yes but it was not fruitful I have tried to prod about it but it's leading no where. When I get hint of a possible location and search the premises with scions it's empty. A plain empty house." Belaris drew in the information it's likely getting to these social gatherings is extremely controlled. Belaris also mused that they may have several housing estates being used as red herrings. Fahim has done some good work bringing this to his attention but at the moment they are running in the dark.

Belaris looked up to Fahim "you have done well keep your ears and eyes open tell me if anything changes." Fahim inclined his head "yes inquisitor." Belaris was about to dismiss them until Micheals eyes rolled back he collapsed to the ground and began thrashing. Belaris cursed "Fahim hold him down! Larissa hold his head!" Fahim and Larissa got to work holding Micheal down.

Micheal began speaking "the horned head of hatred leers over the prize.... the cursed children of the emperor react racing towards it.." Micheal began calming down his breathing steadying. Belaris nodded "you can release him." Larissa and Fahim moved away their hands. Fahim looked to Micheal "Should we take him to his room?" Belairs nodded "Yes, Larissa please help Fahim." Larissa looked to Micheal she silently moved to wrap one of Micheal's arms over her shoulder. Fahim did the same to the other side they both picked him up and left Belaris' office.

Belaris covered his mouth slightly "the horned head of hatred.. and the cursed children of the emperor..." Belaris heard a beep from the communication device on his desk. Belaris walked over and sat down. He could see it's a secure line it had the tag 666. Belaris slowly pressed the button the screen fizzled until it displayed a Astartes in sliver armour. It was a librarian of the grey knights his voice was smooth as his voice came through the device "Greetings inquisitor, I am Librarian Rafael of the 12th brotherhood lead by Grandmaster Ranald Talal. We are in orbit on a cruiser along with a strike team." Belaris nodded slowly "Greetings Librarian Rafael, how goes the attack on Zatos?"

Belaris could not tell what expression, Rafael made under his helmet but his eye lenses shimmered slightly "it is progressing well, now the reason why I am contacting you." Belaris leaned back "the grandmaster saw the gem correct? He sent you in the event the enemy finds it." Rafael nodded "yes and it has been found, inquisitor whatever forces you have prepare them. If you have allies to call, you must call them now." Belaris thought back to Micheal's fit he did not realise he was speaking out loud "the horned head of hatred and the cursed children of the emperor..." Rafeal spoke firmly his voice cold devoid of emotion "The word bearers who summon the vile predators of the warp and the emperor's children if they locate the gem what manner of perversions would they commit with it? The events of Zatos are linked to them inquisitor."

Belaris closed his eyes and opened them "thank you Librarian Rafael I will prepare accordingly." Rafael inclined his head slightly as the communication ended. Belaris looked to his screen he began typing rapidly preparing the message to be sent to the salamanders. Just as he was about to send it his finger hovered over the button to send "this planet will soon be plunged into war.... This age of unending war continues."

Belaris pressed the button

Request sent to Adeptus Astartes chapter Salamnders

pending...

pending...

Request accepted

Adeptus Astartes Salamanders on route to Athor

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Just to let you know the next few chapters are gonna be well.. longer. Big stuff is going to happen.

Is Asriel going to save Adelram? Are the word bearers going to claim the gem? Will the imperium stave off the assault or will the emperor's children claim the gem for themselves?

Find out next time in Harbingers of sin!

Yes I am terrible for doing that I could not help it

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Chapter 44

Asriel opened his eyes the dark mist was drawn back into his body after awkaneing this power he began exprimenting in his cell and on the champions he fought. The good thing about fighting the champions is that his movements are starting to feel less sluggish. He does not feel as powerful as he was with Meliva but he felt he was making progress. Asriel thought on the conversation he had with Phavo he must not be planning something good he is desperate to get him to do what he wants. When Asriel thought on the shadow he did not have to admit his help is convenient the only reason why he is going along with him is because he is far more open about the situation.

Asriel thought back to the first conversation "he and the herald have a vested interest in him succeeding.." Asriel said to himself Asriel's mind drifted to the herald he wondered what the herald is or who he was. Asriel heard the door unlocking this time the guards no longer enter "thin blood get out it's the finals." Asriel rose and walked out of the cell. The guards remained a few inches away from Asriel "thin blood get moving!" Asriel slowly walked towards the centre, the guards walked with him as he reached the middle there were no insults or belittlement. They simply opened the door to let him in. Asriel walked into the dimly lit room that leads into the arena. The shadow has not appeared since the time he awakened this power. Asriel stared at the closed door in front of him waiting expecting for him to show up. Asriel then heard a familiar chuckle +I am here I have been watching I felt no need to speak+ The shadow formed again in front of Asriel he nodded +I have waited for so long. Waited for one such as you.+

Asriel frowned "waited for me? for what?" the shadow raised his fist +for the sake of my legacy I have prepared you accordingly once you win you can save your master+ Asriel crossed his arms "how will I save him? Can you tell me what is going to kill him?" The shadow nodded +you see blood of my blood the servants of the great changer wish to bring forth the great raven of the hrafn tribe. It will consume this planet in blue fire and twist everything to it's whims.+ Asriel mouth went agape "So how will I stop it? I assume the great raven is a greater shard?" The shadow responded +yes, if you win you will empower the tree with your essence stopping it for a time but if you prove you are worthy you can take the power of the baomer for yourself and prevent it's summoning. You will emerge and ascend to greater heights none will stop you.+ Asriel nodded slowly "So me taking the power of the tree will keep this greater shard from killing my lord?" The shadow nodded +yes win this and the life of your lord is secured+ Asriel gripped his blade "then I will win." the shadow began dissipating dissolving his voice echoed +you must win...+ The door in front of Asriel opened. Asriel could hear the cheering of the crowd, Asriel walked forward into the arena. The cheering died as he entered as always. Asriel got into his battle stance, the door at the other end of the arena opened.

Phavo got up "the champion of hrafn! Blessed to kill the thin blood! Mos'ra!" What came out of the door shocked Asriel. People did not cheer when they saw what came through the door. A half man and half avian creature stepped forth he squawked "I will kill you thin blood! I have been blessed to kill you!" Asriel stared at his opponet his head was that of a bird with horns, his skin was light blue with orange feathers lining his chest and his legs were also avian in form. Mos'ra drew a curved blade that shimmered with blue fire his beak moved into an unnatural grin "the blood of the great changer flows through me thin blood.. I will tear out your heart!" Mos'ra charged his speed unnatural, Asriel raised his guard, Mos'ra bought down his blade for a vicious strike. Asriel grunted the weight of his strike was heavy. As Asriel blocked his attack Mos'ra reared his head back to strike him with his beak. Asriel quickly dodged.

Asriel steadied his breathing Asriel then summoned the mist of darkness it encircled his body and blade. Asriel charged he bought his blade down towards Mos'ra. Mos'ra parried their blades clashing, ringing as they matched each other strike for strike. Asriel could detect Mos'ra is faster, stronger even a few cuts were getting past his guard the darkness moved to protect those areas but the pain sheared his body. Mos'ra's sword has been touched by a psyker. Asriel grit his teeth and bared the pain this pain is nothing compared to the chance of losing him.

He already died once for him. Mos'ra is stronger and faster Asriel knew there is only one way he could win to get an opening to kill Mos'ra. Mos'ra moved to imaple him Asriel opened his guard to let the attack through. The attack crashed into his chest the dark mist protected the area but the pure agony he felt almost caused him to fall to his knee's. Asriel gave a weak grin doing such an action gave him the opening he needed. Asriel thrust his blade forward impaling Mos'ra. Mos'ra squawked loudly as Asriel drove his blade into his body. Mos'ra began clawing at Asriel's back and pecking violently on his shoulder. Asriel grit his teeth due to the amount of attacks the mist could not protect everywhere at once Mos'ra claws dug into Asriel's back.

The mist was protecting his shoulder from Mos'ra's beak. Mos'ra squawked loudly "thin blood everyone will bow to the great changer! It does not matter what you do! Everyone are his pawns! The great raven will fly over all!" Asriel twisted his blade, Mos'ra began going limp Asriel hissed "you will not be there to see it." Mos'ra slid off his blade and crumpled to the ground his beak wide open his body twitched slightly on the ground as blood pooled on the ground. Asriel panted he scanned the crowd, Asriel smiled "I won.. he is safe now.." Guards entered the arena staves raised.
Asriel prepared himself to be taken away instead the guards inclined their head slightly "king your tribe awaits you." Asriel raised his eyebrow "what's going on?"A guard pointed to the door they came through "your tribe awaits you king, they will prepare you for the baomer." Asriel confused slowly walked to the door he looked to the crowd one more time all were in stunned silence.

He could see Gravu, Kar'iz and Ulg'pha are now leaving the crowd. Asriel looked to Phavo he seemed relaxed Asriel did not like it. As Asriel walked into the waiting chamber and back into the arena entrance area. There were many members of Gravu's tribe waiting some that did not wear masks were confused on what to do.

Eventually Gravu arrived with Ulg'pha and Kar'iz. Looking at Gravu for some reason Asriel did not see the weariness he held Asriel's arm "th- I mean my king you might be our chance..." Asriel frowned "your chance at what?" Gravu nodded while smiling "you might be the one.."
Ulg'pha came forward and protested "people have said that about many winners of the lithasblot in the past High gothi." Gravu turned his head to Ulg'pha "I know, I just have a good feeling this time." Kar'iz nodded in agreement "I agree, the herald would not tell us to have him fight if he is not important." Gravu gestured to the entrance "come my king we will prepare you for the baomer.." Asirel thought on the shadows words he must take it's power to save his lord. Yet part of him felt anxious, Asriel gripped his hands together he can't doubt now he has to press forward for his sake.
Gravu's tribe took Asriel back to their home, when Gravu announced he won the lithasblot all their tribe looked to Asriel in wonder. Afterwards they took him to the snake statue and Gravu began painting tribal markings on Asriel's body they gave him a sheath for his two handed sword also.
Finally Gravu put the war paint on Asriel's face Gravu inclined his head "my king if I may ask what is your name?" Asriel nodded "my name is Asriel." Gravu raised his head "we could do a naming ceremony your grace discover your true name." Asriel shook his head "this is my name. A name that was given to me by someone important." Gravu inclined his head again "very well your grace." Asriel watched the tribe begin singing and dancing.

The celebration almost lasted an hour Gravu then announced "we will make the pilgrimage to the baomer! Bring the coffin!" Out of one of the houses a group of tribsman came carrying a coffin. Gravu turned to Asriel "my king we must go to the baomer." Asriel nodded "very well."
More than half the tribe followed Asriel and Gravu. At the front with Asriel were also Ulg'pha and his guard along with Kar'iz. The tribesmen holding the coffin also came with them on the pilgrimage to the baomer. Asriel wondered what the coffin was for but he had to focus the shadow said he had to absorb it's power. To prevent the great raven from manifesting. They walked the tunnels for almost about an hour until they reached a tunnel leading into a large corridor.

On the wall of the large corridor is a giant long stone slab with painting upon it. Asriel raised his eyebrow it was a mural. Gravu stopped at the first image showing all four tribes stabbing and slashing each other. The painting was crude compared to the one Naberius showed him. Gravu announced "once all four tribes warred for land for slaves and resources! It was a time of great champions and bloodshed!" They moved to the next image what Asriel saw was pictures of space ships and the tribes pointing upwards. Gravu continued the story "Then the daemons came from the skies! They demanded we give up our traditions! Our gods! Our Lives to them!"

As they walked to the next image Asriel's eyes went wide he saw crude paintings of purple giants, one was larger than the others the giant had long white hair. A symbol a familiar symbol hovered over it's head the symbol of his lord's legion. Asriel tried not frown he did not know what to say. Asriel could see the giant with white hair leering over the tribesmen shaking his fist Gravu shouted "The white haired daemon finally looked upon us! It called us disgusting! It called our gothi's and gyoja's flawed!" Asriel could see the tribes nodding agreeing with Gravu or cursing the white haired giant in anger. They walked to the next image it showed a hunched group of people approaching the purple giants. Gravu pointed at them "these are the betrayers! the lower caste! They betrayed their families and homes! Instead of working and rising they sold their souls to the daemons! Their leader was none other the sister to king himself!"

Asriel compared it with the mural Naberius showed him he guessed that the lower caste were treated harshly. Such is the ways of chaos there is no mercy or forgiveness for those who are weak of body or mind and hence they threw their lot in with the imperium when they arrived. They continued to the next image the purple giants along with the white haired "daemon" are slaughtering the tribes men. Out of the tribes men one had a black halo. Gravu pointed "The king saw his tribesmen being slaughtered! To this day it's not clear which tribe he was from but he moved to unite us! To push back the invaders!" Asriel held his hands together thinking. He wondered what made the king think he stood a chance against a primarch. Still if this is correct he found it ironic that the people above owe their lives to a primarch who now embraces chaos.

Gravu moved forward and gestured to the next image, Asriel followed the next image shows the king slashing and killing several of the purple giants Gravu spread out his arms "the king assaulted the purple giants! he was touched by one of the four!" Asriel folded his arms he recalled his lords tale the primarch of the emperor's children does not take kindly to those who harms his sons. As they moved to the next image he was right the giant with white hair was now flowing violently in the mural. He could see the primarch of the emperor's children literally destroying the king with his fists. Asriel wondered which one is right the one in the church it had him impaling the king with his sword and here the primarch is annihilating him with his fists.

Gravu announced "the king could see our people were bleeding! he sought to kill the leader of the daemons! Perhaps if he could defeat him our people our traditions could be saved! Yet it was not to be the leader of the daemons savagly killed our king!"
Asriel stroked his chin thinking he wondered if the truth is somewhere in the middle. Asriel then noticed the story started to diverge afterwards. The next image was the tribes taking away the bloodied body of the king. The tribes were standing over the body of the king while holding out a black heart while the giants were in the distance preparing to attack them again.

Gravu frowned "that is when the guardians of our tribe spoke to us they told us to take the heart of the king and plant it! When the heart was planted into the ground the daemons attacked us! They killed everyone who got in their way!" Asriel crossed his arms thinking what was the relevance of this part as everyone walked to the next part of the mural what it displayed were the purple giants and the lower caste shaking hands and little versions of the tribes people were walking in chains. Gravu pointed at the image "the daemons gave control to the lower caste! Both of them killed everyone who fought in the war and then they enslaved their children!"

Asriel could now see they are moving to the second to last part of the mural Asriel looked at it. The mural displayed the chained tribe people building a city. As the city was built he could see people on layers the little tribes people on what Asriel assumed to be the undercity. While below that at the bottom were little tribes people with black halos. Looking upwards Asriel saw the hunched people living on the middle and top layer. Asriel was actually quite curious about this part he listened to Gravu carefully. Gravu spoke with a mix of anger and sadness "when the daemons and the traitors forced the young of the tribes to build their city there was schism. Some feared death and embraced the ways of the daemons and we the true people moved underground waiting biding our time for revenge. The lower caste grew fat from the suffering of our people and lived above tearing apart our culture our traditions for the daemon's teachings and religions. Those who embraced them the lower caste stole their names and forced them to adopt their language! We hold to our traditions! Never forget that!"

Asriel thought on what Gravu just said it's clear that those in the undercity are the ones who adopted the idea and tenets of the imperium to their detriment. Asriel even guessed that Gravu is telling this story in low gothic for his sake than anything else. Asriel assumed normally the tribes people spoke in a mix of low gothic and dark tongue even in the past hence why the lower caste could find an accord with the imperium. Asriel stared at the section of the undercity in the mural Asriel frowned the people of the undercity feared for their lives to the point that they allowed the lower caste to take their names, their teachings and history. It was completely removed from them leaving them as husks. One fact also finally made sense to Asriel the naming day is the final nail in the coffin that is the point they have fully given up on what and who they were before.

Finally they were at the last image the tribes people are now wearing masks and are no longer small they surrounded... a tree. A figure was floating in the air with a black halo Asriel blinked it was not awe but it's the possibility that it's likely the baomer is the tree from Noxus' vision. Gravu looked up to the last image of the mural and then to Asriel Gravu said "We the true people of Yaretzi the ones who never gave up their traditions or bowed to the daemons. We owe our lives to the baomer. The four guardians of the tribes lead the true people to the baomer they told us the tree grew from the planted heart of the king. The baomer will give us clean water to drink on this level and food to eat. The guardians decreed that we must do lithasblot every ten years to give back to the tree, the guardians added that if the offering is found worthy they will rise as the new king to lead us on a campaign of vengeance against the daemons. Especially the daemons who destroyed our people!"

Asriel's mouth went dry they seek to offer him to the tree but the shadow said he would have to take it's power. If the story is meant to be believed if he becomes the king they expect them to lead them to kill the emperor's children. Asriel clenched his hands The tribemen began chanting and shouting Gravu quietened them down "I will like to add something." The tribesmen looked at gravu confused. Gravu looked to Asriel "King you shall be offered or you will rise to lead us.." As Gravu said those words Ulg'pha walked towards and hit Asriel in the gut with the haft of his glaive. Asriel dropped to his knee's due to being winded. Gravu looked almost sad Gravu pleaded "please be the king we require Asriel." Ulg'pha then smacked Asriel across the face knocking him out.

Asriel felt groggy he had a massive headache he opened his eyes he was lying in the coffin his hands and legs were bound by dark chains. Looking upwards he saw the tree from Noxus' vision all the fruits were exactly the same. Asriel could hear screams and chanting as people picked from the tree the fruit that shined and was pristine. He could hear the groans mixed with the chanting. Gravu stepped over and looked down to Asriel Gravu then looked up and then turned his head Gravu said "seal the coffin." The top was placed over it, Asriel was now consumed in darkness. He felt the coffin moving and then being dropped Asriel grunted in pain. Asriel then heard soil being placed on top of the coffin. Asriel began panicking he slammed the coffin trying to free himself. Asriel panted he tried to summon his psychic power anything he could muster he cursed. The chains its the chains limiting him.

Eventually the sound of soil being thrown on top of him stopped. Asriel's heart sank did the shadow deceive him? Is his lord going to die? Asriel was at a loss of what to do. After a moment Asriel heard a cracking sound. Then a sharp pain in his back Asriel felt something piercing his back. The pain was horrific After a second the sound increased and he soon felt several pointed objects stabbing his back.

Asriel began to feel weak, that something or someone is draining him of energy. Asriel could not keep his eyes open his eyes slowly slid shut.

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So yeah which history is true? The upper layer or the tribesmen? Or perhaps it's in between?
   
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Chapter 45

Asriel blinked he was standing in darkness he looked around he wondered where he was the last thing he recalled was the stabbing sensation and being buried alive. Asriel looked at himself his sword was still on his back in it's sheath yet Asriel felt scared, terrified he wondered if he failed to absorb the baomer's power. Asriel called out "shadow! Wraith! Where are you!" Asriel clenched his eyes shut, until he heard him +I am here..+ Asriel turned he saw the shadow but now he wore a strange clawed gauntlet with a snake rune on the back of it's hand the gauntlet went up to his elbow. If he was not wearing it he would not be able to spot him in this place. Asriel wondered what he should ask what he should say "tell me what is going on right now?"

The shadow opened it's hand +you must come with me. you will ensure my legacy continues and you will achieve the power necessary to secure your wish+ Asriel reached out his hand as he did so he saw a blue wisp floating by. The wisp hovered next to the shadow it released a wave of light enveloping the darkness in a bright light. Asriel quickly covered his eyes.

When Asriel opened them he was now in a white room he could clearly see the shadow. The shadow hissed +leave deciever!+ Asriel looked to the small blue wisp it expanded and took shape eventually turning into an Astartes. Asriel surprised said "who are you? why are you here?"
The Astartes slammed the haft of his staff on the ground Asriel could see his armour was light blue he had a purple cape. Strange ritual parchment lined his armour also his helmet was like a strange crown mixed with yellow and blue. The Astartes spoke "to prevent you from doing something foolish." The Astartes sighed "I wish it did not get to this point..." Asriel furrowed his brow "what do you mean?" The Astartes inclined his head "let me introduce myself.. you may call me Izel." The shadow roared +don't listen! He seeks to draw you away from the true path!" Izel scoffed "what would you know of fate? Broken king?" Asriel wiped his hand down his face "I just.. want to save my lord. That's it! All these paths! Destiny! I don't care for any of it!"

Izel spoke gently "I can understand, you move to prevent a terrible fate but doing so always carries a cost." Asriel narrowed his eyes "so tell me then how can I save him?! Speak plainly?!" Izel nodded "very well. You removed the neverborn from your body due to fear of losing control? Correct? Well you were right to do so the neverborn was plotting to kill your lord. Actually it wanted revenge against the whole warband." Asriel nodded slowly "I see, yet people have told me he is still going to die." Izel raised his staff "yes and let me show you why." Small blue lights appeared in the white room they showed pictures events. Izel gestured to one "your lord will be killed in the coming conflict that is the constant of this time thread. The neverborn within you would of done it during this time if you accepted the lord of sin's offer. Also you are a smart child for refusing to sleep every time you slept the neverborn slowly took your mind."

Asriel looked at the vision it was exactly the same as Noxus' vision he could see himself stabbing his lord through the throat. Izel discarded the ball showing that image "now you prevented that fate you have created branching points. Still no matter which thread I look at your lord dies in the conflict for various reasons apart from one" Izel drew forth another ball showing the picture of his lord being shot to pieces in a church "in his hurry to claim his prize he does not think clearly and due to the stress of your... death the prize has become his true focus." Asriel held up his hand "yet the shadow tell's me that the minions of the great changer wishes to use the power of the tree to bring forth the great raven!" Izel nodded "that is the truth, phavo is working on that." Asriel eyes went wide in surprise "so you just admit it then?!" Izel cocked his head slightly "yes."

The shadow interjected +see blood of my blood! You can't listen to him!+ Izel casually shrugged "Wraith enough of your manipulations, I never said that the great raven would cause his death." Asriel blinked "what do you mean?" Izel drew another ball a picture showing a greater shard of tzeentch emerging from the tree as he begins to twist everything around him. Largely the populace turn to tzeentch worship and the planet is claimed by the great changer. "if you refuse the shadow, phavo would complete the ritual the great raven would come and the planet would belong to tzeentch. You will die due to the tree draining your essence but I will ensure the great raven gives your lord the chance to leave the planet alive."

Asriel frowned "chance?" Izel nodded "yes I gave a great prize to the changer I am held in high regard also." Asriel shook his head "that means my lord could still die!" Izel sighed "I assume your lord is not foolish enough to take on a greater shard of tzeentch when empowered by almost ten thousand years worth of souls." Asriel chuckled "then you don't know them Izel. They would fight."

Izel shook his head "As I said if your lord refuses the offer it's on him. He will die." Asriel looked down slightly then back up "so he could die still if I follow you, right I wish to ask you a question." Izel nodded "go ahead." Asriel crossed his arms "what are the odds of the great raven refusing you?" Izel fell silent Asriel was stuck with a greater shard for near a century. Neverborn have their own concerns and needs. It's clear to Asriel if a neverborn has everything it needs why does it need to listen to anyone? Izel spoke slowly "no I-" The shadow laughed interrupting Izel +see my child? He does not know! He is lying!" Izel scowled "tell me wraith! Will you ensure the life of his master!?" The shadow responded his tone flat +yes+ Asriel looked to the shadow "so following you my master will live?" The shadow nodded +indeed take my hand my child and ensure my legacy+

Izel shouted "no! Fine! Do you want to see what happens?! If you accept him?!" Asriel stopped "what will happen?" Izel grabbed a ball and expanded it displayed Athor covered in a blanket of darkness. Izel pointed his staff at the image "that is what will happen if you accept the shadow!" Asriel held his hand up "I don't see my master dead in that one though. Can you show me his body?" Asriel could see Izel is in disblief "All I sense is pain and suffering from that thread!" Asriel frowned "yet you did not sense death I take it? Izel fell silent, Asriel looked away "then I know what my decision is." Izel called out "n-" Asriel grabbed the shadow's gaunlented hand. The darkness came back consuming Izel. The darkness swirled until finally they stood in a field of grass. It was also somewhat sunny.

The shadow pointed in the distance on a hill a giant pink mist was in the distance. In between them was a field of daemonettes lazying about on the field.

Asriel looked in the direction he turned to the shadow "why are you pointing?" The shadow turned his head to Asriel +you must cross the field and reach the herald+ Asriel looked to the daemonettes "they will attack me won't they?" The shadow nodded +yes this is a test to see if you are worthy the herald is watching don't disappoint him+ Asriel gulped "but they would tear me to pieces.." The shadow shook his head +this is your spirit through the tree you are connected to the realm of the gods. We are walking within the realm of the great serpent. What the daemonettes will attack is your spirit they will take parts of it away when they attack you. Who knows what the effects will be.+

Asriel asked the shadow one final time "if I do this. If I meet the herald my lord won't die?" The shadow took a moment to answer he placed his gauntlted hand on his chest +yes my child I will be waiting with the herald on the other side.+ The shadow flew into the air and moved towards the hill.
Asriel looked at the swarm of daemonettes he clenched his hands and he ran. He ran with all his might as he approached the daemonettes all of them perked up to attention sensing prey. They snapped their crab claws and moved to attack Asriel. Asriel barrelled through one knocking them back, two slashed him in the back. Asriel gasped in pain the pain soon faded but suddenly he felt like a part of him was missing. Asriel pushed on more crab claws flicked out slashing him again Asriel screamed in pain. He could not think properly. His mind raced he thought of the warband his family he thought of.. Asriel could not think of any of them.

Asriel tried recalling their names he was drawing a blank he can see their faces picture them yet he could not attach names to them. Asriel's heart began beating rapidly he shook his head he had to focus all he knew is that he had to keep running in order to save him. Asriel crossed quarter of the way he wondered why the daemonettes are not piling on him. They are slashing him in piecemeal. One crab claw stabbed into his leg Asriel buckled slightly breaking his run. He stomped down on one leg and kept pushing forward all he can do is move foward. The attacks from the neverborn kept coming as he reached the half way point. Asriel could not remember certain events. He recalled the planet of Zatos but he could not remember what he did there. He remembered also cage but not remember the specifics surrounding it.

Asriel shook his head he shouted "I have to get to the end! I have to!" Asriel only had quarter of the way left the attacks from the daemonettes intesified. Asriel almost wanted to cry the pain was unberable and with it he no longer rembered anything. All he saw was blank faces no names could go with it. Yet he could see one face a familar one he spoke "To serve me I will give you a name since I cannot refer you to a serial number you are too valuable for that. A proper name as you serve your new lord your name from now shall be Asriel. I am your new Lord, and you will serve me."
To serve him is his purpose his centre of being Asriel held onto that his most precious memory. Asriel grasped that face and clutched it close to his heart as he reached the hill. He charged upwards gripping that memory tightly a daemonette then flipped in front of him she grinned. Asriel breathing began to slow, his heart beat began to slow in slow motion he watched the daemonette claw moving in the air towards his eyes. His vision was now consumed with darkness. Asriel held his eyes as he kept staggering forward he could not see, pieces of that precious moment were disintegrating and falling to pieces. His face crumbling away into darkness.

Asriel shouted he begged "no! no! don't go! please! I need you! Don't leave me!" Asriel slowly staggered forward and dropped to his knees.

The shadow looked at his legacy on his knees in front of the pink mist he looked up +herald, great one I win.+ The shadow saw a flash for a moment a mocking grin and luminescent white hair shimmering in the mist. The great one's voice was gentle almost kind it would draw anyone in and they would abandoned all reason for him +hmm claim your prize then...+ The shadow found the voice only stoked the bitterness within him. The shadow walked over to his legacy the husk ready to hold his form. The shadow looked at the blade on the back of his shell he chuckled +how ironic he has that sword, the same sword that pieced your armour great one.+

The shadow looked up waiting for a response as always he loved to make people wait the great one cooed +you saw that your people were already doomed when I arrived. Yet when you me you saw perfection, beauty you wanted a chance to fight it and you lost.+ The shadow laughed +back then you considered me an aberration a disgusting mockery of humanity! you did not even want to dirty your sword with my blood!+ The mist parted showing his face the pink skin his long white hair and black eyes and his horns protruding from his hair +the dark prince sustained you because your drive to defeat me.. no matter how I smashed your jaw. Broke your bones you kept getting up..+

The shadow shrugged +when I pierced you with my sword in anger you drove your blade into my chest. Yet.. that was not enough for me..+ The mist consumed the great ones features his voice came through the mist +there is never enough on this path..+ The shadow agreed +even so your children destroyed everything that I represented the strength. The need to pursue the will of the god we follow.. you took everything from our people.+ The great one was silent he never speaks whenever he felt he makes a mistake. The shadow knows if he was enlightened back then he would of made a very different decision.

The shadow sighed +no matter. I will take this one's body and the power of the baomer my heart was it's foundation. The gods sought to use it to pursue their own ends only you and the raven stuck to it. The maggot lord and blooddrinker left after their tribes proved weak but in the end my will matters!+ The great one laughed +you will kill my children then? All of my sons?+

The shadow chuckled +of course you destroyed my legacy, I will destroy yours I will ascend and tear your legacy asunder using the power of the offered souls.+ The herald spoke in almost a whisper the shadow could tell his tone was mocking +so you will start with my children here then? You will kill them all?+ The shadow nodded +I shall, I will torment this one's master I will break his body and tear it asunder! I will bring darkness to this world and ensure my people will rise again!+ The shadow looked to the husk he twitched. In shock the shadow stepped back +wha-?+ The shadow narrowed it's vision +It can't be..+ The husk staggered upwards. His body started at him with milky white eyes his iris were slightly blue showing blindness. The great one laughed +which excess will win? The one who wishes to protect my children vs the one who wishes to kill them?+

The shadow scowled +he is a shell! There is nothing left! His reason for existence is pitiful! Weak! Look! He is also invalid! A blind man!+ The shadow's body got into battle stance with their fists. The shadow scoffed +a child wishes to fight an elder...+ The shadow charged he punched the husk in the face with his gauntlet. His shell pushed his fist forward with their face, the husk his legacy slammed his fist into his face sending him flying. The shadow crashed on the ground he looked up +how?! It's impossible! there is nothing left! How can he see?!+ The shadow got to his feet his shell darted in with incredible speed his fist crashed into his face several times the shadow wanted to know why this is happening. The shadow roared +enough!+ The shadow released several punches into his shell's chest. Causing him to stagger back. The shadow's body was panting he breathed out words "I will protect him.. I will protect them.. I will kill.." The shadow did not let him speak he raced forward to strike him with gauntlet. To the shadow's horror his shell grabbed his blow and began crashing his hand. The shadow punched his shell several times in the chest he ignored the blows. With one hand his legacy pulled the sword from his back and rammed it into chest.

The shadow gasped he gripped the blade +Why is this happening? I was so close!+ The mist parted again revealing the face of the great one he smiled showing his teeth +you underestimated his excess you thought you found a powerful host with a weak reason for living something you could easily possess. I tell you this while you die, you are nothing. I am more interested in that one than you. I would trade all your people for the one here.+ The shadow found his form dissipating being sucked into the blade +No! No!+ The shadow lived by holding unto his pain his bitterness and now it is working against him. The shadow screamed as his form vanished all that he was crumbled away.

He dropped to his knees the enemy is gone. He can relax that person is safe. He cocked his head slightly he wondered who he refereed to he heard the shadow talking of killing someone but he did not know why he rose to fight. He could not see either he then felt someone suddenly holding his chin gently. Their hand was soft, warm even It made him feel happy whole, who ever was touching him he could give everything to them. They spoke softly as he spoke he felt love a strange sort of love +well done my little blade, broken and beaten like the sword you wield. My dear boy should just admit fully how he cares for you. Perhaps he pushes you away because he fears he might lose that bond if he spends time with you.+ As this being spoke he wondered who he was talking about but hearing him speak of that person made him feel something. He tried to remember why that person was important. Why he desired to protect him with all his might. He tried to remember but he couldn't he began crying trying to remember. The being comforted him +sssh, don't cry you have done wonderfully you are here with me. You have been working so hard without any reward or desire for one I will share with you a small piece of me. So you can go back to my son.+

He sniffed "okay.. can I ask something? The voice came again +what is it?+ He wiped his nose and eyes he felt like a child for some reason "who am I? Can you tell me please?" For some reason he could tell the great being was smiling.

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oh yeah spoilers on chapter 45 I want to say a few things

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While writing that part with Asriel losing his memories and who he was there was onions in the room. I don't know why. :( As I said I sorta plan the story out but typing it man...

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Ok. Well now that's right back to square one for him. Hopefully he'll get off to a better start this time with no daemon inside. Then again that's not very possible is it?

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Ok. Well now that's right back to square one for him. Hopefully he'll get off to a better start this time with no daemon inside. Then again that's not very possible is it?


Well... it's 40k grimdark and all that.

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But yeah I don't know if it was easy to read for people but for me writing it was hard I mean destroying everything I built into Asriel so far hit me kinda in the gut all he does up to this point he does not ever really get a pat on the back or a thank you but that's 40k right? an age of darkness where people are ground down. ; /

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Chapter 46

Noxus felt his mind drifting moving through a sea of darkness. He was alone but it had a strange sense of comfort here he could relax. There was warmth and solitude he found purpose but in the end he hated his form. Being awake is still a sort of nightmare to him.
As he drifted in the darkness part of him felt he had something to do. Something to accomplish Noxus had to admit he was slightly upset with Asriel leaving right away but perhaps it was for the best. Asriel might feel that the further he gets away from Adelram the safer he would be. Plus the fact that Asriel's possible salvation is on Athor.

Noxus could understand the strategy after talking to Asriel for a length of time but in the end one thing bothered Noxus. Asriel's commitment to Adelram, no matter how much he thought about it he could not understand him. Noxus still thought Asriel was largely a fool for considering the warband to be a"family" but that had it's uses. He is so committed that he would kill himself for Adelram. Noxus frowned these days considering how the warband is changing Asriel is an ill fit everyone is changing, improving yet he remains the same. Everyone is largely ending up like the starlight king, Adelram is even outdoing him devouring a populace, tearing out souls and placing them within paintings. To drag their father's attention to them how far would they have to possibly go? Noxus wondered perhaps if their father is watching what does he think of the warband now?

Noxus shifted a thread of fear clinging to his twin hearts as he thought of his father. His father would most likely look at everyone in pride. If he looked at him he would destroy him instantly if he saw his current form. Noxus' heart's sank slightly thinking of the prospect even if he proves everyone wrong there is one constant. His father would hate him he would not even look at him. Thinking on the subject more Noxus felt his eyes opening, he cursed he wanted to stop it. To wrench them shut but they slowly slid open. As he looked through the slits of his sarcophagus he saw two familiar people. Noxus growled "You two." The one he recalled named Sitri shrugged "you could be a little nicer.." Noxus strained the chains "continue to mock me and I will break your body woman!" The man named Naberius gestured to Sitri "enough Sitri we are here to work..." Noxus raised his eyebrow in confusion "work? what do you mean?" Naberius nodded "you are going planet side." Noxus frowned the only time he could be unchained is only by Adelram's approval.

Noxus scoffed "I doubt he would give you approval to release me." Naberius shook his head "we don't have permission nor do we need it we have orders from our master to take you to the teleportarium." Naberius went to work removing the chains binding Noxus. Noxus was confused they have no fear betraying Adelram's wishes and they worked for a mysterious master. Noxus looked to Sitri who gave a toothed grin "I wonder how long he has spent with the master Naberius?" Naberius shrugged "who knows time flows differently there, depending on his whims he might go through violating someone, torture, comforting you, teaching and back to torture again. Spending even a second with him is blessing as you should know." Sitri tapped her lips "considering how boring he is I wonder what he will do? I recall he tortured you because you kept interrupting him you asked too many questions right?" Naberius looked up, Noxus could see it seemed like he was remembering a fond memory "oh yes but he explained a few things during it as well. What he does always has a purpose."

Naberius removed the last chain as he finished his sentence. Noxus stepped forward it was odd being unchained. Sometimes Adelram would not even wake him and simply throw him into battle without a thought. Noxus then swept his eyes over Naberius and Sitri, Noxus thought back to how he felt both of them were dangerous. Looking at them standing before them, they seem like simple slaves. Naberius seemed useful, Sitri just had a mouth that annoyed him. Noxus gained a strange curiosity to test if they are truly dangerous or even special. Noxus took a large step towards Sitri.
Sitri looked up to him smiling, it unnerved him "is something wrong? Has cat got your tongue?" Noxus narrowed his eyes as he slammed Sitri aside sending her flying to the wall. Noxus heard the breaking of bones as she hit the wall. She slid down as her head fell to the side slightly. Naberius sighed "we should get going." Naberius began walking to the exit.

Noxus grumbled "you don't care that I just broke your partner?" Naberius turned his head slightly towards Sitri frowning "hurry and get up. we are wasting precious time." Noxus was slightly annoyed that Naberius simply ignored him, after a second Noxus heard the snapping of bone and then a groan of pleasure. Noxus turned to Sitri her mouth was moving to Noxus' shock "Naberius.. just let me enjoy this? Please?" Naberius shook his head "up you get, you have plenty of time later to explore carnal pursuits." Sitri sighed as she staggered to her feet bones clicking back into place she brushed her robe and looked to Noxus she almost spoke seductively to him. Noxus felt his stomach turning as she spoke "I should unchain you later one Iron one.. I wonder what else you can do.."

In that instant Noxus knew for sure these people are not normal. Noxus turned to Naberius "how are we going to walk the halls without being noticed? I am in this... thing after all." Naberius smiled "just leave it to me." Noxus sighed "very well.." Noxus followed Naberius out of the room, Sitri following behind him. As they entered the corridor, Naberius began chanting waving one hand in the air. From his hand a purple mist was produced it encircled them. Naberius nodded "we can get moving now." Noxus looked at the mist "so how would this keep us from being noticed?" Naberius turned his head slightly back "we will be a blind spot within reality. People won't see us or be able to touch us. Unless they are powerful psyker."

Noxus narrowed his eyes "so we better not encounter Adelram then." Sitri laughed "he is more consumed preparing to chase a trinket than walk the halls of the ship! We are doing the real work Iron one!" Noxus took in the words of Sitri he wondered what she meant by "real work". As they walked through the corridors of the ship they simply phased through people. The slaves payed them no mind either to Noxus' surprise. At one point they passed by Silas, Noxus had to control himself he wanted to tear Silas to pieces break his arms, legs, leaving him a useless wreck. Noxus clenched the fist of the dreadnought as they walked by after a few minutes they came to a double doors.

Sitri walked towards the door and typed a number in the panel she grinned "I got it from one of the tech serfs. It was quite easy to get a hold of." Noxus was about to ask her exactly how she got the code but knew better considering how Sitri reacted when he smashed her aside in his room. The doors slid open and they walked in there was a large console connected to a large metal pad. Naberius pointed "could you stand on the pad please." Noxus walked over he stood on the pad. Naberius walked over to the console while Sitri stared over his shoulder. Noxus felt slightly anxious as he stood on the pad "do you know what you are doing? I heard stories of how people get stuck in walls using these things and you don't look like a tech priest." Naberius smiled to Noxus "all I am doing is turning it on."

Naberius pressed a few buttons the lights in the room lit up and the machinery started to warm up. A low hum came from the pad Noxus is standing on. Naberius stroked his chin "now it's asking for some numbers hmm.." Sitri looked to Noxus "I assume he should know them right?" Noxus raised his eyebrow he had no idea what they meant. How is he supposed to know how to work the machine? Sitri sighed "come on! Use your brain! I thought you are meant to be intelligent?" Noxus clenched the fists of the dreadnought he suddenly felt like breaking her again. He discarded the thought since in the end she will only enjoy it. Noxus began thinking as he mumbled "Numbers.." Noxus searched his memory until it dawned on him overall he was not sure what effect it would have on the machine "put in 66224493." Said Noxus. Naberius put in the numbers the machine began activating. A surge of purple light began to emit from the pad surrounding Noxus. After a second Naberius and Sitri vanished from his sight it felt like he was tumbling being thrown about.

After a few seconds the purple light bled away leaving him in a new location. Noxus looked around his mouth hanged "Of all places..." Noxus stared at the tree from his vision. The fruit was the same, the water was the same and the grass. Yet there was one thing out of place in front of him the ground was disturbed. Something was buried here a few days ago. As Noxus stared at the ground he recalled a discussion a day before Asriel left. About the buried sword and the giant plucking the corrupted blade from the ground. The vision was not literal he saw a large shadow digging at the dirt and eventually finding a sword. What is happening now is too convenient. Noxus sighed "time to start digging."

Noxus readied his fists and began tearing at the disturbed ground removing large chucks of soil. He worked at the ground for several minutes as he dug he saw roots as he was about to reach down again the roots assaulted him piercing the armour of his dreadnought. Noxus grunted "so something important must be here!" Noxus grabbed the roots trying to attack him and tore them to pieces with his hands. He crushed and tore any root that tried to attack him until it eventually subsided. Noxus looked up to the tree "what are you trying to keep me away from?" Noxus looked down he tore several chucks of soil away. Noxus then saw something a coffin. Noxus gripped it with his chunky hands breaking the coffin slightly. Noxus slowly dragged it out as he did so roots left the back of the coffin. Noxus stopped dragging it until it was fully out of the hole he dug. Noxus looked down at the coffin a strange stench came from it. It was not the disgusting kind it was the sort of one you would gladly breathe in basking in the sweet aroma.

Noxus could also see a black and purple mist intertwined together was sipping from the seams of the coffin. Noxus was curious what was inside he was about to reach down to tear the lid off until he heard muffled voices. Noxus looked to a great door, the muffled voices increased in volume Noxus readied himself for combat. As the doors opened he saw a group of humans who looked primitive and wore strange clothing. Several of them wearing gold masks with a snake rune engraved on their heads stepped forward pointing glaive's at him.

Noxus frowned "put the weapons away before I tear you asunder primtives!" The ones pointing weapons at him stared at each other until one pointed at him "Daemon! Daemon!" Noxus grew confused he wondered perhaps they are so primitive someone like him could be considered a daemon if they actually saw one they would void their bowels. Noxus shouted "I am no daemon primitives!" A man with dark skin wearing a snake headress came foward pointing at him "He has the hated symbol! It's the enemy of our people!" Noxus could not help but tilt his head slightly within his sarcophagus he sighed "fine, if you seek to fight me you will die!" Noxus was about to charge until a pink ball of fire appeared the voice that came from it was gentle yet each word bore the sound of screaming souls +all of you on your knees as I speak+ The primitives instantly dropped to the ground faces planted to the ground.

Noxus felt something strange he had the need to drop to his knees also. The ball of fire continued to speak +be blessed to hear my voice as I give my command. You will aid the one here he is not your enemy..+ As Noxus listened to the voice a second time he knew who it was. Tears began welling up in Noxus' eyes he wanted to drop to his knees he tried he wanted to make the motion his heart twisted as he was reminded of his state. Noxus felt that he was sullying the eyes of the most important figure to any emperor's children legionnaire.

The fire moved closer to Noxus he wanted to scream out his name but held his tongue. He wanted to aplogise for being ugly and disgusting, Noxus wept. As the voice came from the ball of fire it was like he read his mind +sssh, my son your form is bulky, unfit and ugly but you are a chrysalis at the moment. You are here because I need you. You can see above the horizon hence I chose the both of you as my tools in this.+ Noxus sniffled slightly he nodded slowly as he spoke the words "yes father.."

Noxus could feel his approval +good, now what is within that coffin will aid you. He is someone I shaped as a reward to him and as a reward to my children.+ Noxus looked down to the coffin so whatever inside is a person Noxus said "He? so it's a person? does he have a name?"

The pink ball of fire began to fizzel away as Noxus heard the last words of his father +yes.. his name is Beleth...+
   
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Chapter 47

Noxus digested the name his father gave him "Beleth... interesting." Noxus grinned out of everyone in the warband their father talked to him first. He gave him a task first and if he completes it... how he could laud it over the others who belittled and insulted him. Noxus thought on the task a moment more he then grew confused his father told him that he is here for a reason but did not mention what he required of him. Noxus turned to the coffin he called out "primitives! Open the coffin!" The primitives slowly raised their faces from the ground, the older man wearing the snake headress gestured to the guards in gold maks in silence they got up and walked over and knelt at the coffin they began working at removing the cover. Noxus could see they were struggling most likely due to the aroma coming from the coffin. Noxus looked over the ones still on their knees unmoving from the spot where his father told them to kneel they were trying not to make eye contact with him.

Noxus said "can any of you speak fluent gothic?" a woman stood up "I can my name is Kar'iz." Noxus could see she was trying to make herself small. She reeked of fear, Noxus narrowed his eyes now he could get information "tell me, why are you here? what purpose did you have coming to this tree?" Kar'iz looked to the older man who was working on opening the coffin he nodded to her "you can explain." Noxus could see the man could also speak gothic perhaps many can but they might have their own language and prefer to use that.

Kar'iz cleared her throat "we came to see whether the king has risen." Noxus responded "King? You mean the person in the coffin?" Kar'iz nodded "indeed many of our warriors are actually at our home defending from the attacks made by the other tribes we hoped.. we hoped he would rise to save us...."

Noxus digested the information, they are the middle of a war whoever is in the coffin was the last gambit. They most likely thought that whoever this king is would rise from the ground. Noxus looked to the coffin again and finally the cover was removed. A gush of darkness swept out causing many of the men and women gathered to cover their eyes.

The older man slowly looked down into the coffin and suddenly a large clawed gauntlet reached out and grabbed his throat. Noxus watched the man gasping for breath trying with all his might to remove the hand. The guards rose and pointed their glaive's downwards ready to strike Noxus shouted "hold!"

The guards looked to the older man and Noxus in confusion not clearly sure what to do. Kar'iz called out "he will kill him!" Noxus turned to Kar'iz "and? I want to see what this "Beleth" can do." Noxus watched the older man struggle a dark mist was now being extracted from his eyes and mouth. His face was going ashen until suddenly the grip was released.

The old man staggered back gasping for air, Kar'iz ran over "Gravu!" Kar'iz checked Gravu over he nodded "I a-am f-fine." Noxus watched the gautnlted hand grab the edge of the coffin. The person named Beleth pulled himself upwards. Noxus' mouth hanged slightly when he saw fully who it was. Noxus breathed out "Asriel....?"

Asriel's head sagged foward as he breathed out a long rasp, Noxus could spot tiny fangs similar to ones bore by Jedrick. Asriel then bought his head upwards and turned to face Noxus. Noxus wondered truly what happened since Asriel left the ship, what chilled Noxus the most was the black void of his eyes with trails of three black inky tears rolling down his cheeks. After a second they vanished revealing milky white eyes with a slight blue hue.
Asriel staggered out of the coffin, the primitives stepped back in surprise. They still had weapons drawn. Asriel was not wearing shirt he had scars on his chest along with the tribal painting. Asriel also had a strange blade on his back, Noxus walked foward "don't tell me you joined these primtives? There must be a reason?" Asriel looked up to Noxus he clicked his neck and fingers as he spoke his voice was firm almost gentle hearing him talk that way seemed... wrong "everything is so.. loud.. wait? I have work to do we have work to do." Asriel turned his head to Noxus' "you are? wait.. I might know you perhaps.."

Noxus watched Asriel try to sound a name "N-N-N-" It was like it was on the tip of his tongue but he could not say it Noxus sighed "It's Noxus Asriel as I said have you joined these primtives? Have they addeled your mind?" Noxus watched Asriel ignore his question "Noxus.. Noxus.. so that's your name." Noxus' furrowed his brow "It is.. what happened? My father-" Asriel perked up soon as Noxus mentioned his father Noxus watched Asriel tap his fist in the gauntlet palm "oh yes! the phoenician!" Asriel grinned as he began walking forward casually pushing aside the weapons of the golden masked guards.

Annoyed Noxus trudged foward "don't ignore me! what happened Asriel?!" Asriel stopped and turned back "Who is Asriel Noxus?" Noxus mouth fell agape "this is a joke right?" Asriel frowned "I am not joking, now we have work to do Noxus. Time is wasting." Noxus recalled that his father said the name of the person within the coffin is Beleth. Perhaps the tribals did something, the primitives tore apart his mind.

Noxus turned to Kar'iz "what have you done?!" Kar'iz raised her hands in surprise "we haven't done anything!" Noxus mused on the conversation with his father he said he is something he shaped as a reward for the person in the coffin and for his children. There is one other clear change Asriel does not even refer him to Lord anymore.

Noxus swore he wondered how Adelram would react, yet their father had a hand in this perhaps he would be happy? Noxus turned to Asriel again "So your name is Beleth? Correct?" Asriel nodded "it is, that is the name the pheoncian gave to me my real one." Noxus narrowed his eyes "you had a name before that." Asriel shrugged "I don't remember it. I am not bothering to try to, now as I said we have work to do. We have to work quickly if not they will die."

Noxus wondered what Asriel went through to change this much it's clear his memory has been affected "Do you remember the others in the warband?" Asirel stopped for a second "I know them to be important, I can't remember their names or faces. Still faces are not much use to me anymore." Noxus confused asked "faces are not much use to you anymore?"

Asriel nodded "Indeed, I can't see." Noxus swore again, Noxus' mind drifted to Adelram again and his reaction. Noxus walked over to Asriel who flinched as he got close "How do you see then?" Asriel scowled "your footsteps.. if you must know vibrations through the ground" Asriel tapped his head "i can enhance it further if I wish through my psychic powers."

Noxus mused "so.. you see through your feet?" Asriel frowned "if you want to put it that way.. yes. Sound and smell also helps as well but the main factor is vibrations." Asriel looked to the entrance "we have to kill the "prophet and his minions I hope these are not all the forces we have?" Kar'iz walked over to Noxus "many of our warriors are fighting back home we should head back quickly!" Kar'iz turned to the older man "Gravu? are you okay to travel?"

Asriel crossed his arms "if he is not well enough leave him." Kar'iz looked to Asriel in a mix of shock and hatred "so it seems Ulg'pha was right.." Noxus watched the old man named Gravu walk over still rubbing his neck "Kar'iz we must do the will of the herald.."Noxus eyed Asriel "So Asi-" Asriel interrupted him "Beleth you mean?" Noxus sighed if that is the name his father gave him so be it It is his will "So Beleth, my father wants us to kill the prophet?" Beleth nodded "yes I personally can't wait to do so." Noxus raised his eyebrow "I assume the neverborn is still with you if you are talking like that?" Beleth shook his head "no, I do not share my flesh with a neverborn Noxus."

Noxus then grew curious what has his father exactly done to As- no Beleth. Noxus began to think perhaps Naberius and Sitri work for his father also. How they bravingly act shows as such and the fact he broke Sitri and she simply got up after a few moments. Noxus clenched his fists "I assume you two know the way?" Gravu walked forward "we do, please follow us there are enemy patrols about we should be careful." Noxus snorted "if we encounter an enemy I will break them with ease. Lead on." Gravu nodded "very well.."

Isabella watched the nobles heavily drinking since bringing Jospeh "on board" she has ensared several members of the clergy. Isabella held the empty pouch her Lord gave her, it only took days for the nobles to take to the concotion and now it's no longer needed. Talk of ilcit activity lined their lips and teetering on the edge of outright rebelling against the imperium. Izarus now spent his time with several women at home and at the social gatherings. Isabella grinned watching his true colours show itself.

Isabella looked to the entrance wondering when Joseph will turn up, he has attended several gatherings but has not drank from the punch to her annoyance. Isabella agreed with her lord he can't be trusted entirely but the fact he did not turn up this time worried her for some reason. As Isabella was thinking she heard a bang, she could also see Izarus' attention diverting to the window.

Isabella walked over and pulled the curtain aside slightly she saw meteors dropping from the sky. Crashing into the ground, some crushed the smaller mansions into smithereens. Isabella bit her lip and looked down to her bracelet. Isira sat on the chair she had Luke within her room sitting on her bed she wanted to speak with him find out his history it's quite mundane but she always had a feeling he was holding something back. He held a secret he did not want to reveal, she watched Luke shifting nevoursly while sitting on her bed.

Isira leaned back in her chair thinking according to Jimmy there are scion and arbite patrols everywhere looking for someone of her describtion and possibly Luke as well. Right now she is stuck and most likely it's Asriel's fault. Isira looked to Luke who was still fidgiting staring at him to Isira he seemed so young and innocent a small grin lined her features. Isira sat up from the chair and walked over to Luke who stopped shifting "er is something wrong?" Isira leaned down towards his face "nothing, tell me Luke have you ever wanted more out of your life?" Luke nodded "yeah it's why I joined Sam's gang." Luke scratched the back of his head "but that seems to have gone down the drain."

Isira leaned in forward and kissed luke on the cheek "I am talking about far more.." Isira watched Luke seize up "ee-er I am no-" Isira kissed him again "relax.." Isira could sense Luke was slipping until he pushed her away to Isira's suprise luke stammered "sor-sorry I can't!" Isira frowned and then gave a small smile "it's okay, we can take it slow." Luke looked away slightly "it's not that I just.. don't want to do it." Isira eyes wided slightly "am I not your type?" Luke shook his head "n-no! you are very beautiful Ashley! It's just.." Isira moved slightly closer "it's just what?" Luke gulped "George said when women try to cosy up to you that normally means they want something out of you..."

Isira laughed and stook a step back even when he is dead he ruins her plans. Still the boy is smart, it's most likely why he hasn't been captured like everyone else. Isira moved to adapt "true, in a sense but in this instance I simply want to comfort you in this situation." Luke nodded "I see.. bu-"
Isira folded her arms again "what else did George say?" Luke spoke slowly "comfort can breed weakness.. I was happy with my ma and pa but.." Isira could see a weakness she moved to sit down next to Luke "something more happened with your parents?" Luke sighed as he nodded slowly "yes I-"
Before he could explain Isira heard the coded knock it was Jimmy. Isira got up from the bed and unlocked the door he came into the room slightly sweating. He dabbed a cloth on his brow "L- I mean Ashley I am hearing from my contacts that the planet is under attack!" Isira shot up "what?! by who?!" Jimmy gulped "word is space marines in crimson armour.." Isira swore, she looked to her bracelet and held it tightly.

Adelram walked to the war room in a brisk pace sirens blurting on the ship for everyone to go to battle stations. Adelram held Isira's and Isabella's gems thinking on their last contact someone is attacking the planet. It is crimson Astartes according to Isira Adelram guessed it's likely to be word bearers.

Adelram mused whether they know of his gem the word bearers would likely wish to claim it possibly attacking the planet in a sort of foolish religious crusade. The gem is is prize that Adelram wishes to claim for himself. Adelram stopped at the twin doors he pushed in the code and the doors opened revealing a table mixed with a tactical viewer screen. Adelram touched the buttons on the table bringing up a picture of the planet Athor and eventually the hive city itself. He never used the machine before he always went through strategies and positions within his own personal chambers. Considering the state of his chambers at the moment he decided to finally make use of this room. The doors slid open, Adelram looked up "Jedrick, you are here good." Jedrick whistled "why don't we use this place more often again?" Adelram tapped the screen "focus Jedrick.." Jedrick sighed "right, right so we are finally going to have some fun?" Adelram frowned "we have an objective." Jedrick raised his eyebrow "objective?"

Adelram nodded "I shall explain when everyone is here." As Adelram said those words Silas and Marthas turned up and they bought someone that soured Adelram's mood "Marthas... please tell me why is he here?" Marthas folded his arms "I decided to make use of him Adelram."
Adelram eyed the third individual it was Sebastian he was now in his power armour he also had the addition of wearing the star of chaos as a halo on his power armour. Adelram frowned "So Sebastian.. do you have anything to say?" Sebastian simply looked away without saying a word.
Silas gestured with his head slightly to Sebastian "he doesn't really talk now, actually I think he is better this way." Adelram diverted his eyes back to Marthas "I trust he won't attempt anything Marthas?" Marthas grinned "he won't I have been quite thorough, he leads the chosen on the field." Adelram in surprise raised his eyebrow "really? how did he manage that?"

Marthas tapped the haft of his weapon on the floor "he simply defeated everyone who wanted the spot to their annoyance. As Silas said he does not talk much unless it's directed towards combat." Adelram stroked is chin as he stared at Sebastian he knows Marthas is good at what he does and he does agree that Sebastian seems better now that he is no longer running his mouth.

Still one thing is throwing him off is how at ease Sebastian is, it's oddly chilling. Adelram looked to the table "ri-" Marthas raised his hand "before we move further may I ask a question?" Adelram sighed "what is it?" Marthas coughed slightly "may I ask why are we not doing this in your chamber like usual? When we went to your room Silas and Jedrick convinced me not to knock after we heard noises of dying slaves and broken objects."
Silas looked to Marthas "er.. is that appropriate?" Jedrick shook his head, Adelram took a deep breath he clenched his fist. As always Marthas always has the audacity to cut right to the matter and poke his nose into people's problems. Adelram spoke firmly he notcied rime started to line the room but he did not care "everything is fine Marthas. Let's focus on the assault okay?
"
Marthas frowned "I won't prod further but be aware that entering battle in such a mindset considering the powers we are dealing with carries a risk." Adelram nodded while still clenching his fist "I know, now.." Adelram's mind began to drift to him. Adelram clenched his teeth slightly to push that thought away. "He is dead, a failure who bought him nothing" Adelram repeated this in his head the fact he has a better servant now.
Adelram breathed in then out he pointed to the top of the city "we are assaulting the upper layer in full force." Jedrick's eyes went wide "everything on the upper layer? seriously?" Adelram nodded "Isabella discovered something that another warband might be trying to claim I want it."
Marthas stared at the map "so what did she discover?" Adelram made several gestures with his free hand and conjured a small image of the gem "it's a powerful gem laced with the power of chaos, imagine if we secured it?! The things I could do with it if turned to the power of the dark prince!" Jedrick crossed his arms and furrowed his brow "I remember the last time you messed with a gem, you died."

Adelram frowned "that was different, this gem is most likely shaped by one the chaos gods most likely the great changer. As I said if we secure it and shift it's alignment.." Silas stepped foward "how sure are we that this is not some sort of trick? I detest dealing with objects belonging to the raven god and how sure are you that this thing is even powerful? I say we focus on spreading pain and suffering to the fools on the planet and destroy anyone who gets in our way."
Adelram pressed his point "I saw the gem, touched it, I felt it's power a small fraction of it. Now imagine this Silas? Let's say the word bearers claims it and uses it? That put's us in danger when we are on world. Once the gem is secured then we can do that."
Silas shook his head "very well.. I have a bad feeling about this though." Marthas looked at the image "I can see your point Silas, but Adelram is correct we can't risk a powerful artefact falling into the hands of the word bearers especially if we are assaulting the same planet." Adelram nodded "right I want everyone to prepare for the assault."

Adelram looked to Silas "prep the terminators for a teleport assault." Silas nodded "it shall be done." Adelram moved his eyes to Marthas "I want you and Sebastian along with the temple forces boots on ground targeting Astartes forces." Marthas inclined his head, Sebestian is still looking away in silence. Jedrick grinned "so my lot are with you?" Adelram nodded "yes, we are going to use the dreadclaws to get as near to the grand cathedral as possible. I want the human forces supporting Marthas' group." Jedrick nodded "aye it shall be done."
Adelram swept his eyes over everyone "no-" the doors of the war room suddenly slid open breaking Adelram's train of thought it was the tech priest Caius. He justled towards Adelram. Adelram crossed his arms "I assume you are preparing Noxus for the assault? If so I wish him to be sent down first to cause as much damage as possible." Silas sighed in annoyance "Adelram.. we don't need the cripple even if it is to soak up fire."
Adelram nodded "I can see your point but we might as well make us-" Caius interrupted "Astartes Adelram there is a problem with that." Adelram raised his eyebrow "well if he is ill-fit for war then no matter.." Caius shook his head "no it is not that." Adelram could see Caius shifting erratically Adelram raised his eyebrow "has something happened?"

Caius spoke, Adelram could tell even in that montone voice there was a small lace of worry "Astartes Noxus is missing from his holding area." Adelram blinked several times in surprise "may.. I ask how did he go missing?" Jedrick scratched his head "He is a dreadnought he is pretty hard to miss." Silas added "also he looks digusting and is bulky too you could also hear him a mile away." Adelram creased his brow as he sighed "now a possible useful element in the assault is missing.. no matter we have to press foward." A voice came from the room a voice he did not expect to hear, Sebastian said "you are not curious that a dreadnought suddenly vanished for unknown reasons?" Adelram quickly turned to Sebastian who was looking away like before. Adelram eyed Marthas and silas "I thought you said he doesn't talk?" Silas frowned "we said he doesn't talk much." Adelram turned back to Caius "we will worry about Noxus' location later I want you to prep the dreadclaws." Caius nodded "very well." Caius shuffled out of the room.

Adelram looked at everyone one last time "the assault on Athor begins now!"
   
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Chapter 48

Noxus walked with the tribals in the tunnels towards their home. Noxus looked at Beleth walking, Noxus still wondered how he could see he did not bump into walls or people once when they started their journey. What preplexed Noxus most of all was their strange mural when leaving the tree.
They did not have time to look at it since Beleth was pressing the need to kill the prophet. The main thing Noxus spotted as they passed by was the symbol of the emperor's children painted on the mural. When he get's the time Noxus oddly wanted to question the primitives on it. Gravu nodded "we are almost back." Beleth stopped "there is a large group of people down the tunnel."

Kar'iz shook her head "there are already at the gates?! we must hurry!" Noxus watched the tribal's running forward. Beleth and Noxus followed as they made their way down the tunnel Noxus saw a large group of tribal's wearing dog, raven and skull masks attacking a gate. The one Noxus assumed to be the one leading the assault wore a crimson robe with a raven mask lined with blue jewels.

They raised their staff generating a large ball of blue fire, they launched it at the gate blowing it open. Kar'iz shouted "they have broken the gate!" Gravu hissed "they far out number us Kar'iz we have to be careful!" Noxus watched the tribal's stop running, Kar'iz began pleading to Gravu "we have to stop them! they will kill everyone!" Gravu shook his head "we can't charge blindly! look! they have far more warriors and gothi!" Noxus' annoyed that they stopped continued to charge on forward his father wanted them dead so they would die, Beleth also simply ran on towards the attacking group. Noxus grinned "he has the right idea." Noxus increased his speed the attacking tribal's finally noticed the large stomps. The enemy turned to face Noxus he saw the tribal's were clearly afraid since their weapons were shaking in their hands. Noxus watched several among their number throw fireballs at him Noxus crashed through it. Noxus snorted "your paltry sorcery is nothing!" Noxus barrelled into the group he smashed people aside. One tribal wearing a dog mask tried to hack at him with blades. Noxus grabbed him with the fist of his dreadnought and crushed him throwing him aside like a doll.

Anyone that approached Noxus he simply broke their bones and tossed them aside. Noxus shifted to Beleth looking through the slits of his sarcophagus it was pretty much the same. Tribal's that approached they died in two's as his sword trailed in through the air. He is also smoothly dodging any blows that come his way. One tribal behind him raised a throwing spear as they stomped on the ground to chuck it forward Noxus called out "Be-" Beleth gestured one of his fingers upwards, darkness surged out of the gauntlet. In front of the tribal a pool of darkness formed a spear of darkness shot out of the pool into the chest of the tribal wielding the spear. The tribal sagged forward on the spike dropping the spear to the ground.

Beleth looked towards Noxus as he impaled another tribal with his blade "what is it?" Noxus shifted away while smacking an enemy away "it's nothing." Noxus could sense Beleth frowning in annoyance. Noxus then heard the shouting of their allies from behind him as they charged into battle Noxus grunted as he crushed the head of someone wearing a raven mask "so now the cowards fight.." Noxus stared in the distance he could see the leader pointing at him he screeched "Kill the daemon! The ormr have sided with them! Do not fail the prophet!" Noxus frowned the tribal's blindly follow this so called prophet, Noxus called out to Beleth "why do you have to kill this prophet!?" Beleth punched a tribal in the face with the gauntlet smashing away the mask and a chunk of their face he looked in Noxus' direction "he is a mere puppet, a puppet we have to kill when we kill the puppet we can aim for the puppet master." Beleth grabbed the throat of a charging tribal the clawed fingers tips of the gauntlet digging in as he gripped the neck he squeezed tighter and after a moment it snapped.

Beleth casually threw the tribal aside "first we must take care of the trash." Noxus looked at the leader of the assaulting force "Indeed this ends now!" Noxus charged through the crowd trampling those who got in his way gore covering his feet. Noxus could see the enemy leader nervously looking back he summoned a gout of blue fire and directed it at Noxus. Noxus felt the intense heat on his sarcophagus he roared as he charged through the fire "die!" Noxus grabbed the tribal sorcerer and squeezed breaking his bones. Noxus threw the sorcerer aside as Noxus killed the leader warriors in golden masks came pouring out of the gates to fight the enemy.

Noxus could also see the morale of the enemy force crumbling and some have decided to drop their weapons and run. Noxus twisted the hands of the dreadnought as Beleth came walking over "their morale is weak." Noxus snorted "you surprised? they are primitives." Beleth nodded "true, I hope some are captured alive though." Noxus furrows his brows "may I ask why?" Beleth grinned "it's a surprise Noxus! Just wait and see..." After the golden masked warriors surged out of the gates many dropped their weapons to surrender, some fled. They were then gathered in the centre of the ormr encampment, Noxus assumed the name had something to do with a snake considering the snake iconongraphy on their clothes and icons of worship.

The one who Noxus assumed to be the leader of their warriors came forward with a group pointing weapons at him Noxus scowled "you old man! Tell this fool to lower his weapon before I break him!" the leader shook his head "you are a daemon! you bare the hated symbol!" Gravu came over hands up "Calm yourself Ulg'pha, the Herald has sent him to us!" Ulg'pha's head flicked to Gravu "if this is true how can we trust the Herald!? Also why is he here?!" Ulg'pha pointed his weapon at Beleth. Noxus could see Beleth is standing before the captives smiling, Noxus called out "Beleth he is pointing a weapon at you!" Beleth shrugged "let him if he has any sense he would accept our aid gladly. Those who refuse to aid him should be removed. They should be in thanks for being allowed in his designs." Noxus agreed these primitives should be blessed that his father even deigns a word with them. Gravu narrowed his eyes at Ulg'pha "if you go further Ulg'pha it will be blasphemy! Heresy!"

Ulg'pha sighed in annoyance "Am I the only one who can see that they seek to decieve us?! Not help!?" Gravu shouted "enough! Lower your weapon!" Ulg'pha slowly lowered his weapon along with the rest of the warriors he lead. Gravu walked over to Beleth "my.. ki-" Beleth flicked his head to Gravu "I am not your king. Your king was a petty fool."Gravu nodded "I see, I just wanted to say we have some of your old belongings still do you want them to be fetched for you?" Noxus could see Beleth's eyes twitch a little just for a moment he slowly nodded "yes I want them." Gravu clapped he instructed four of the tribals' to fetch various items. All four ran off in different directions. Beleth then asked Gravu "do you have some water? I wish to clean off this tribal paint." Gravu nodded he clapped again tribal's came forward with wooden cups filled with water. Noxus watched Beleth use the water to clean off all the tribal markings after he was done he nodded. An hour passed and the tribal's sent away to fetch Beleth's belongings came back with a bracelet, black vest, cloak and a book.

Beleth grabbed the braclet first Noxus watched as he touched the black gem he frowned. Noxus raised is eyebrow "is something wrong?" Beleth cocked his head slightly "I dunno, touching this makes me feel... odd." Beleth placed the bracelet on his wrist as he moved to the vest Beleth removed his sword sheath so he could put on the vest. Afterwards he placed the sword sheath around his body Beleth nodded "that's better..." Beleth then grabbed his cloak He wrapped it around his shoulders the cloak suddenly came to life distorting rapidly as it tried to assault Beleth. Noxus could hear hissing and snarling coming from the cloak until Beleth said "ssh it's alright relax." The black feathered cloak slowly calmed down as went still.

Finally Beleth went to the book, his old journal. Beleth grabbed it and rubbed his hand on the cover his head tilted slightly "I thought I would feel something... anything.. " Beleth silently clipped the journal on the hooks of the sword sheath. Gravu walked towards Beleth as he finished "is there anything else you require?" Beleth grinned "yes! I want all of your slaves bought here!" Ulg'pha walked forward "what?! You can't agree with such a request! what right does he have to ask such a thing!?" Noxus found himself also wondering why Beleth wanted so many captives he put the question to him "Beleth, what do you aim to do with them?" Beleth walked over to Noxus. He gently bought his hand down his sarcophagus "tell me Noxus are you happy with your current form? Your father showed me a few things." Noxus' eyes went wide "you can restore me?! How?!" Beleth shook his head "I can't restore you the axe of the plague lord destroyed your form permanently." Noxus' hearts sank "so what do you aim to do then?" Beleth gently smiled "I will reshape your current state."

Noxus asked "what do you mean.. reshape?" Beleth nodded "you will be stronger, faster and you will be able to feel. Plus the added bonus of improving your looks." Noxus thought about it his current hulking and bulky form. The warband got poor parts and threw them together to make this chasis if his father and Beleth are giving him a means to improve himself why should he refuse? Noxus spoke firmly "old man, get Beleth the slaves." Kar'iz finally interjected "Ulg'pha is right in a sense those slaves belong to us!" Noxus growled "all of you belong to my father as do your slaves!" Noxus clenched the fist of the dreadnought causing several people to step back in fear "you saw what Beleth and I did at the gates, don't make me decide to reevaluate your usefulness to my father's cause!" Gravu rubbed his hands anxiously he then sighed "get the slaves...."

Beleth tapped Noxus sarcophagus with his hand "thank you Noxus you won't regret it trust me!" as Beleth said those words several tribesmen went away to gather the slaves. After several minutes chained people were bought to where they are holding the captives. Beleth walked over to them and breathed in "I wonder how they will react.." Noxus walked over to Beleth "react to what?" Beleth flexed his gauntlet "to this." Darkness spilled from both his hands he made a dragging motion wrenching a black essence from all the slaves and enemy captives. Noxus watched all of them convulse and howl in pure and utter agony. Noxus watched all of this happen "I-" Beleth frowned "it's necessary, be joyful Noxus their lives are being used to make you better I am giving them a gift."

Noxus coutinued to watch he wondered how exactly this is a gift the pure agony wrenched on their faces. After Beleth was done all the slaves and captives skins were ashen, you could also see the bone underneath their skin. Noxus turned to Beleth who now had a black ball floating in his hand.
Beleth grinned he licked the ball his eyes turning black like when he rose from the coffin "such pain... I could almost.. oh." Beleth turned to Noxus "can't let myself get distracted... please do enjoy the process Noxus." Noxus frowned "what pr-" Beleth then released the ball of dark energy into Noxus. Noxus suddenly felt hot within his sarcophagus it was getting smaller cramped as the metal within closed in. Noxus tried to move but the cables and tubes stopped him fear began creeping into his twin hearts, Noxus then felt a stinging pain in his back Noxus blinked "I felt pain..." Noxus felt the fear being banished from his heart instead a sense of euphoria gripped him.Then from the connected tubes attached to his body he felt a strange liquid entering his system. Noxus could feel his nerves lightning up, it burned but it felt so wonderful to him.

Noxus shouted "I need more! Give me more!" Beleth nodded "very well." The surge of darkness increased and so did the pain. Noxus vision was being consumed by darkness he screamed.

Phavo looked down to the tribesmen who fled the battle at the gate's of ormr. He was on his knees before him, the prophet, Gar'bas and Milisnar. They were in the prophet's chambers at the arena. It was close to the ormr's tirbes home hence why Phavo had it built in this location. Overall Phavo was suprised the Prophet did not kill the tribesmen right away he assumed the prophet's mood matched his scowling helmet.

The prophet walked over to the shaking tribesmen who is on his knees the prophet drew his power mace "tell me.. the gods hate those who are weak. Why should I not kill you now?" The tribesmen held his hands up "prophet! please forgive me! th-they had an iron monster with them!" The prophet cocked his head slightly "iron monster?"The tribesmen nodded "yes! it destroyed everything in their path! It also had the hated symbol!" Phavo narrowed his eyes within his mask at that exclamation. Phavo coughed "you mean the mark of the daemons?" The tribesmen nodded "the golden clawed hand bearing a wing!" Phavo watched the prophet curse he then nodded "if those degenerates are here then they have to be dealt with." The prophet raised his power mace "thank you for the information you may go to the gods." The prophet bought down his mace and smashed the head of the tribesmen, gore splattered against the floor.

Phavo walked forward "we should do the ritual... if this iron monster broke our whole force we need more.. help." The prophet flicked towards Phavo "I will do the ritual when I am ready! I do not need your advice Phavo!" Phavo dropped his head "yes prophet." The prophet turned to Gar'bas "I want all your warriors preparing the perimeter for a possible assault!" The prophet then cast his gave to Milisnar "I want you to be the second line of defence!" The prophet then pointed at Phavo "I want all of your strongest warriors at the back ready with their powers to shower the enemy in eldritch fire!"

Gar'bas snorted "look at the bird receiving a cowards job." Phavo slightly sighed that the prophet allowed Gar'bas to speak out of turn. Still Phavo bowed "it shall be done prophet. I will go and prepare my forces." The prophet nodded "get to it, I want the ormr tribe under my control!" Phavo moved to the exit of the room just as he was about to leave Phavo heard the prophet began speaking to Gar'bas and Milisnar in far more detail.

Phavo grinned as he quietly said "it seems that I might have to do it myself afterall.."
   
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Chapter 49

Adelram sat in the drop pod with Jedrick and the other Astartes forces under Jedrick's command. Jedrick laughed his helmet made the laugh sound like a roar "I love using these!" Adelram made a frown under his helmet "we have used them twice before..." Jedrick turned his head to Adelram "aye! I will say it again! gone are the days we have to take turns using thunderhawks!" Adelram could not help but smile slightly "I see what you mean, the resources on the ship help us greatly." Jedrick nodded "so secure the gem then have fun on the planet right?" Adelram nodded back "yes we aim for that first and then we focus on the populace." As Adelram said those words the lights within the drop pod flashed. Jedrick shouted "it's time to go!" As Adelram felt the drop pod unhinging from the ship and shooting down to the planet surface. Some among their number started to sing, others prayed. Adelram looked to Jedrick who was simply laughing still in excitement.

Adelram soon felt his hearts swirling with excitement but he understood he that he had to retain focus he is the leader still. It was unfortunate that they could not use the noble forces going by Isabella's words their corruption was almost complete until the word bearers decided to ruin it. Adelram sighed "well I just have to make sure they pay..." The drop pod crashed to the ground, Adelram rattled in his seat on impact the doors opened Adelram quickly undid his belts and jumped out of the drop pod. Adelram smiled as he saw scions now pointing guns at him. Adelram drew his blade and pointed it towards them "scream! And suffer!" Adelram released a torrent of pink mist as the scions fired at him.

Adelram raised his hand to block the las fire with a shimmering psychic force field. As the pink mist crashed into the scions they screamed as their skin distorted and twisted they were left gibbering pieces of meat after the mist has done it's work. Jedrick walked over to Adelram and grunted "you could of waited..." Adelram shrugged as he tapped Jedrick's chest with the flat part of his blade "you can have fun after we get to the church." Jedrick sighed "very well...." Adelram turned to the Church in the distance "we are not far off.. let's go!" Jedrick nodded "aye! all forces on me!" The astartes nodded all of them began their long run to the church.

Kraathal walked towards the church grinning he held his crozius in hand as he smashed aside a pathetic human. Kraathal thought on the host as the human went flying to the ground he ordered the host to form a defensive perimeter around the church and the general area the enemy has to go through lines of the faithful and the true followers of chaos to reach them here.

Aszim walked forward with the anointed as he shot a human with his stormbolter "It is here dark apostle?" Kraathal nodded "yes my Coryphaus it is here! The gods are guiding us! We reached the artefact before the degenerates and those worshipping a false god!" Aszim nodded the tusks of his terminator helm moving slightly "what of Dycius? He has not bought the tribals." Kraathal began walking up the steps as he turned his head slightly "the tribals are merely a test for him if he brings back a low number he has failed and will be reprimanded appropriately. If he brings the tribals in a great number? His training will continue further... now enough questions we must focus on our holy task!" Aszim inclined his head "yes dark apostle." Kraathal continued walking up the steps he spat on the ground wondering how such a holy artefact of the gods could be in such a temple devoted to a weakling god. When the gem is secured they have to take steps to correctly defile the temple. Kraathal mumbled "with the power of the gem.. this planet will be guided to true worship.."

Dycius looked at the lines of his warriors covering the tunnel exit, Gar'bas was on the front lines waiting for the enemy. Milisnar is with him but there is a problem, Dycius looked around Phavo's forces haven't turned up. Dycius ground his teeth in anger "when I find him I will flay him alive.." Dycius said to himself. Dycius drew his power mace and activated it he spoke out loud "no matter, we defeat this "iron monster" then focus on punishing Phavo!" Dycius could see by Milisnar's body language that she approves of his words.

Dycius looked to the tunnel he soon heard stomping he raised his eyebrow he thought it was likely that what the tribals faced at the gates of the ormr was an Astartes. The footsteps are far too loud. Dycius narrowed his eyes as the sound of laughter entered his ears out of the darkness came charging a dreadnought. It looked to be a mix of machinery and flesh Dycius swore "A helbrute!? how did they get one down here?!" The helbrute wielded 4 spiked metal tendrils on it's left hand and it's right hand was a fist with spiked fingers, the helbrute body frame was also quite slender.
Dycius then bought his eyes to the helmeted head as the laughter echoed in his mind. The Helbrute charged the front lines tearing a large hole with ease. Dycius pointed his power mace at it "All forces swarm it quickly! restrict it's movements!" Luckily the helbrute bearing the emperor's children's sigil seemed to strengthen the tribals zeal along with their fear of gaining his displeasure. Both tribes moved forward at his command.

As Dycius' forces swarmed the helbrute the ormr tribe also came charging out of the tunnel hitting their lines. Dycius ground his teeth in anger. He can't lost here, he is a son of lorgar son to the child of the gods themselves! Dycius shouted "I won't be beaten by disgusting degenerates!"
Dycius watched the metal tendrils killing the tribals in threes and then four's. Dycius licked his lips it seems he has to summon some help. Dycius began chanting the words of power he could feel the neverborn pressing at the edges of reality screaming to be let loose. Milisnar then called out "prophet look out!" Dycius broke his chant in anger he flicked his head to Milisnar "what is it?!"

Milisnar pointed and Dycius saw a hooded person charging towards him a black feathered cape distorting in the air. Dycius clenched his fist wondering how a human got past the lines. Dycius shrugged casually "it's only a human Milisnar.. no matter he will be dealt with." The hoodded human bound into the air as the sword trailed towards Dycius darkness followed the blade. Dycius dodged backwards and hissed "a psyker?!" The hooded human landed gently he gave a small bow "Beleth." Dycius frowned "I don't care what your name is foolish human." Beleth removed his hood, Dycius' eyes went wide "you are from the arena.. if you don't care for the tribals why are you fighting for them?!" Beleth shrugged "I don't, they are a means to an end I aim to save someone and the great one wishes you dead." Dycius shifted slightly and mumbled under his breath "great one?" Beleth grinned "considering how you just moved I sense confusion don't worry since you are about to die I will tell you. It is Lord Fulgrim the Phoenician be blessed to hear his name word bearer."

Dycius took one step back upon hearing that name "th-that's impossible?! Why would a primarch have interest in this planet?!" Dycius thought on the gem perhaps the lord of the third wants it? Beleth laughed "you took a step back, it was a light is that fear?" Dycius' hearts skipped a beat he took a step forward in anger "I fear no one! Perhaps the lord of the third is so consumed with pleasure that it effected his sense! Sending a human! Ha!" Dycius the heard Beleth speak his voice was lined with such venom and malice for some odd reason Dycius felt his mouth drying "you insult him!? you insult him of all people!? your death will be horrific word bearer!"

Dycius grinned "then come human! show me why the lord of the third chose a frail human like you as an agent!" Dycius gestured Milisnar back "stay back you will get in the way." Milisnar bowed her head "yes prophet." Dycius got into battle stance "as I said show me human if the Phoenician has any sense!" Dycius looked at Beleth frowning his eyes turned black three inky like tears went down both eyes. His cloak began to distort and twist, Dyicus even heard growling in the air. Dycius scoffed he has crushed plenty of psykers on this mudball they wield pathetic powers and have no true grasp on the power of chaos. Dycius blinked several times and suddenly Beleth was in front of him, Dyicus raised his mace to strike as he bought it down Beleth simply shifted to the left a little dodging it cleanly to Dycius' shock.

After a heartbeat suddenly he could not breathe. Dycius felt something in his throat he blinked again and he saw a blade piercing his throat. Dycius felt his vision growing dark he blinked again and he was now somewhere else.

He looked around and in the distance he saw... the perfect city Dycius mouthed slowly "it's impossible! This must be an illusion!" After a moment the city exploded the fire rushed towards Dycius melting his armour and skin he screamed in agony as his skin melted, his armour fusing with his skin due to the heat.

The pain went on for what seemed like an age and suddenly the pain vanished and Dycius was on his knees. There were Ashes around him he looked up to see a golden light and lorgar kneeling before it and the hated ultrmarine primarch standing with the light. Dyicus looked around and he saw others in grey armour kneeling. Dycius scowled "never again!" Dycius tried to rise but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried he yelled out "you are a weakling god false emperor!" As he did so everyone turned to him, Dycius blinked again and the ultramarine primarch Roboute Guilliman stood before him. He removed his blade and began slashing away at Dycius. Dycius screamed each cut felt real, each stab felt horrific. Dycius' vision went red until he blink again and he stood just as before in front of the perfect city he screamed.

Beleth heard the word bearer crash to ground, the viberation reverberating out doing the ones made by the feet of those fighting, Beleth spat on his corpse. Beleth heard the tribal leader she was with staggering back each step Beleth could tell that she was in complete and utter fear. She screeched each word lined with the fear of dying "impossible?! how did you kill the prophet?! D-die!" Beleth heard the buzzing of flies heading towards him he raised his gauntlet and produced a ball of purple fire. He shot it forward Beleth soon he felt thousands of flies hitting the ground. Beleth then ran towards to the tribal leader he could hear and feel her turning around to run. Beleth grinned "you are far too slow follower of the plague god."

Beleth impaled his blade through her chest she gargled, Beleth increased his hearing by a notch he wanted to draw everything in as she died. The great one, Lord Fulgrim said to absorb everything with his other senses each of his lessons came with pain or pleasure. Failure to follow the lesson was met with pain. Doing it correctly came pleasure. Since the great one changed his body he could feel vibrations, he no longer needed his sight.

Lord Fulgrim stated it can't be restored in the end Beleth viewed losing his sight as a gift of sorts. Still he wondered why he lost it when the great master allowed him to ask questions he simply says he lost it trying to protect them. Beleth hanged on the word "them" the need to protect them won't go away but he was not sure who them is. Lord Fulgrim said that it's the warband he served before losing his memories. That he served his children but he would not tell Beleth more about them. Beleth could not remember faces or names when he met Noxus he felt oddly happy but when trying to think of the leader his heart twists slightly and the need to push harder on this mission increases. Before he awakened Lord Fulgrim ordered him to follow that emotion no matter what. It is what makes him special.

Beleth nodded as he finally removed his blade from the Tribal leader she crumpled to the ground with a thud. Beleth opened his ears as he heard the dying screams of the enemy tribal's he smiled "Noxus seems to be really enjoying himself." Beleth noted since upgrading Noxus' form he was eager to try it in battle. Beleth stroked his chin it is a good idea for Noxus to get used to his form since it's likely the true enemy is going to appear soon.

The word bearer or in other words the prophet was the puppet, Beleth hoped he could kill one of the puppet masters but it seems that he is moving to his end game plot and that can't be allowed to come to frutition. As Beleth mused he felt the stomping of feet his footsteps have gotten lighter but whenever he walks it tingles his body slightly "Beleth their lines are breaking." Beleth noted his voice was far more smoother compared to before the warband likely installed a poor vox speaker. Beleth turned to Noxus "We have to press forward to the baomer, the tree our true enemy is there." Noxus snorted "then they will die I assume this is part of my father's task?" Beleth then felt something dropping on the floor nearby it was not heavy but it was rather spherical "Yes, Also did you drop something on the floor?" Noxus chuckled "it was the head of the tribal leader. He came at me running screaming praises to the blood god. I used the power scourge to hold him and then I tore his head off."

Beleth smiled "so that means we have only one tribe to deal with. I suspect they are defending one of the puppet masters." Beleth felt Noxus motioning in the direction of the word bearer corpse "So Beleth what did you do to him? His mouth is agape." Beleth crossed his arms "he insulted your father so I punished him." Beleth heard Noxus scowling "how did you punish him?" Beleth grinned in response "as he is dying I let him experience his worse moment in his life. I am quite sure it repeated at least 100 times before I twisted my blade in his neck. The amount of pain and terror that came from him was.. exquisite."

Noxus chuckled "as he deserves let's deal with the rest of the enemy tribal's as their lines break and get to the tree." Beleth nodded in agreement.

Phavo raised his staff and began to chant, the rest of his tribe are guarding the way to the baomer. Phavo wished the prophet did the ritual instead that way the great raven would be more powerful his changes to the ritual would still give the desired restult but it would kill him in the process. Phavo snickered "he is most likely dead by now.. insufferable fool he thought himself above everyone else.."

Phavo continued the chant the baomer twisted, all the fruits save the ones touched by the god of excess shifted in alignment to the god of change. Phavo thought on the war happening above about now all the pieces are coming together to kill, to fight over a useless bauble. The gem only gives the image of power it has none to give and through people dying to that deception and the souls gathered by the baomer the great raven will be powerful. It will change this planet to a world fit for the servants of the god of change. Phavo ended the chant from the tree a great bird call came, the air felt hot the edges of reality began to distort. The middle of the tree cracked and a yellow beak began poking through it.

Phavo grinned "your time is coming great one.. soon.."

Belaris impaled a cultist with his blade he kicked them off he swore "when are they coming!? we can't hold forever!?" Belaris looked over to Fahim as he crushed the skull of another cultist with his two handed power armour, his carapace armour is mixed with his priest robes "worry not the god-emperor protects his faithful!" Belaris nodded "indeed he does!"

Belaris looked over to Micheal as he was healing Larissa's wounds Micheal frowned "we still haven't found the gem.." Larissa agreed with Micheal "indeed, I suspect the heretics are attacking because they know the location. They would not be here otherwise." Micheal lifted his hand from Larissa's wound both got to their feet.

Belaris clenched his hand "I am of the same mind, two traitor forces attacking at once? They must be fighting over it." Belaris ears caught the sound ofmaniacal laughter, out of the streets came a squad of the emperor's bastard children they began charging towards them. Fahim readied his hammer "we are outmatched here we should fall back!" Belaris nodded "yes we can't fight a squad of them!" As Belaris said those words he saw a flash of light he covered his eyes as the light died down he saw Astartes in sliver armour 10 of them in total. Looking at them more closely blue energy soft in colouration danced across their armour the leader was someone he recognised Belaris smiled "Librarian Rafael!"

Rafeal turned his head slightly back to Belaris and then to the heretics he pointed his staff at the heretic forces coming towards them "Grey knights! Purge the tainted!" An acknowledgement came from each grey knight they rose their fists in unison and fired their stormbolters. Several of the heretic Astartes fell to the bolter fire. Rafael released a wave of white energy that crashed into the heretic force one of the traitors screamed "my face! this pain! I hate it!" as he fell to the ground. Rafael commanded the grey knights "Cleave the heads from those who bow to chaos brothers!" The grey knights moved in drawing and readying force halberds and swords. As they crashed into the remnants of the traitor force they cut them down like children. Rafael approached the enemy leader and blasted him with a brilliant blue light, the leader of the forces crumpled to the ground as everything that was kissed by the touch of heresy was burnt to cinders.

Rafael tapped the haft of his staff on the ground as he spoke his voice cold and firm "suffer not the heretic to live..." A grey knight walked over to Rafael "All traitors forces are dead Librarian." Rafael nodded and then looked to Belaris and inclined his head slightly "inquisitor."

Belaris walked over "thank the emperor you appeared here." Rafael shook his head "we have more work to do we have no time to be cheerful yet." Belaris nodded in agreement "agreed w-" Belaris words died on his lips as the skies changed to blue and cracked with unnatural lightning in the distance a black hole appeared over the grand cathedral.

Rafael pointed in the direction of the church with his staff "I assume our objective is there." He said calmly. Belaris slowly nodded "yes we need to get going. Have you seen the salamanders?" Rafael inclined his head "their ship is orbit and the salamanders are making planet fall." Belaris grinned "we might just win this day for the emperor." Rafael shook his head "we will win this day Inquisitor."

Belaris grinned at Rafael's exclimation as they made their march to the church.

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Oh yeah part 2 is heading on it's way to the ending.

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Chapter 50

Adelram ran through the streets with Jedrick, the warband forces they bought with them ran behind. Another added bonus is that they linked up with another 10 man squad on the way to the church. Adelram looked up to the blue sky "the word beares are most likely using the gem we have to get there quickly!" Jedrick nodded "aye! that shall be done!" Jedrick turned his head to the Astartes following them "pick up the pace! I don't want to see what sort of madness the word bearers will spring out!" When Jedrick shouted his order Adelram could hear several grunts of acknowledgement.
After a minute or running they made a right, Adelram suddenly caught the sound of bolter fire and screams. Adelram bit his lip slightly he wanted to avoid delays. Adelram looked at his visor information Silas' and Marthas communication lights were green. Adelram nodded "so their task is progressing smoothly..." As they ran down the road they came upon an open area and they saw Salamanders 8 of them in number but they looked far larger than normal. The dead bodies of word bearers surrounded them.

They wielded a variant of bolters that all had scopes and were bulkier than the stalker pattern. Adelram stopped he flicked his head to Jedrick "I assume these are the "new" weapons Asriel mentioned?" Jedrick nodded slowly "I assume so.. they are.. big." The one Adelram assumed to be the sergeant of the squad turned towards them he barked "intercessors! open fire!" Adelram raised his eyebrow "intercessors?"

The salamanders at once readied their bolters and fired Adelram ducked to cover, Jedrick did the same several of their forces were not lucky. The bolter fire from the intercessors tore them to pieces the ceramite gave way on the sheer impact of the bolter fire. Jedrick poked his head slightly out of cover "I want one of those..." Adelram shouted "focus Jedrick!" Jedrick looked over while nodding "I am! I am just admiring their weaponry.." Adelram poked his head slightly out of cover looking at them they wore a new mark of armour he has never seen before. They were marching forward while firing their bolters the cover they were hiding behind is also giving way.

Adelram breathed in and then out he opened his communication channel to the Astartes following him "I want all of you on me! I will get us close to them! We cannot defeat them in terms of ranged fire power!" Adelram looked at several lights turning from yellow to green in acknowledgement.
Adelram nodded he hopped out of cover with both hands he spread them outwards and made a pushing motion. A long purple shield extended outwards, Adelram began jogging forwards. As the shield manifested all of their forces got out of cover and followed him. Adelram grit his teeth as the bolter fire crashed on the shield it was far more stressful blocking their fire compared to normal bolters. Adelram roared and began moving into a sprint, As he got close the salamander sergeant barked another order as he drew his power sword "Intercessors close combat weapons!" All the intercessors removed large combat knives from their belts. Adelram lowered the shield and drew his blade. Jedrick snarled as he crashed into an Intercessor.

Adelram ignited his blade and charged into one close by it was odd to Adelram that he had to look up slightly as he went face to face with the Astartes. The intercessor charged at him "for the Emperor! for Vulkan!" Their knife flash out, Adelram had trouble seeing it the knife dug deep into his sword wielding arm. Adelram hissed in pain, the intercessor drew back his fist and punched Adelram in the face. Adelram felt his head rattling at the impact he imagined if he was not wearing his helmet a part of his face would be gone right now. The intercessor removed his knife and aimed for Adelram's throat. Adelram shook his head to clear his vision in slow motion he saw the knife coming towards him. Adelram narrowed his eyes as he spat "vouz'zz'yk'vu!"

The intercessor seized up his fingers began twitching Adelram used this chance he readied his blade and impaled the intercessor. Adelram shouted "die! follower of the false emperor!" Adelram could hear him gargling Adelram grinned. Adelram watched the intercessor slowly die he whispered "so much for new weapons.." The intercessor coughed "d-die traitor!" he made a fist to Adelram's shock he pushed forward on Adelram's blade the intercessor then stabbed Adelram's shoulder pad with his knife and with his free hand began punching Adelram repeatedly in the face. The intercessor shouted more loudly "Die! Traitor! Death to all who seeks to harm the imperium!"

Adelram began seeing black spots, blood dribbled down his nose the sheer force that was connecting with his helmet is causing him to stagger back. Until a second later it stopped he blinked as the intercessor slid off his blade and crashed to the ground. Adelram looked up to see Jedrick standing before him with a bloodied axe several spots in his armour is cracked. Adelram looked down "he is dead right?" Jedrick raised his axe "we have to make sure!" Jedrick bought down his axe several times upon the intercessor leaving his armour a ruin of gore and meat. Adelram nodded slowly "that was dangerous.." Adelram quickly turned "the sergeant Jedrick!" Jedrick grabbed his shoulder pad "Is dead.. he killed several of us before he went down." Jedrick pointed his axe to the dead sergeant surrounded by dead emperor's children. Adelram looked around he could see by that one encounter they lost half their number.

Adelram swore it's likely the word bearers are making a perimeter around the church and if the salamanders have more of these.. new Astartes it would be bloody getting there. Adelram ran his eyes down the tactical display. Silas' and Marthas' lights were still green he opened the channel "I want all your forces to converge on the church whatever the word bearers are doing we have to stop it!" Marthas' voice came through "Salamanders are landing on the planet we might be flanked." Silas agreed with Marthas "Indeed it will be bloody." Adelram clenched his fists "look at the sky! if the word bearers finish what ever they are doing we will have far more to worry about than the Salamanders!" Adelram sighed his mind drifted to Noxus he would of been useful right about now. Adelram began wondering again how could a dreadnought vanish.

Adelram looked at the church again he narrowed his eyes the main prize is there, he began thinking of the things he could do with it and if he dedicated that power to the dark prince...

Adelram looked over to the remaining forces "we are pressing on!"

Kraathal stood at the altar dedicated to the false emperor he held the gem of the great changer in his hands. He could feel the neverborn pressing on the edges of reality. Kraathal looked around the cathedral the clergy have been ritually nailed to the walls. Any icon of worship dedicated to the false emperor has been defiled as per detailed in the book of Lorgar. Kraathal looked at the shining blue gem, he could feel it's power surging through his body. He could feel the favour of the gods. Kraathal grinned now he had to speak the incantation as shown in his visions. Kraathal bought his head upwards to Aszim and the anointed "Protect the doors I want nothing getting past or distracting me from releasing the power of the gem!"

Aszim nodded "yes dark aspotle!" Aszim gestured with his power sword "Anoited form a perimeter on the door way!" Kraathal watched the anoited and Aszim get into position Kraathal smiled and announced "our victory is ordained! We are the sons of lorgar! We are guided by the powers!"
The gem exploded with a brilliant light Kraathal felt the walls of reality finally being pierced he laughed "the children of the gods are coming! Hold fast!"

Kraathal began chanting the incantation.

Adelram ran towards the church he was almost there they were now in the grand plaza and what he saw was a bedlam of violence. Between the salamanders and the word bearers. In the distance he could see Silas' terminator squad crashing into the enemy hacking enemy Astartes into pieces.
In the middle he could see Marthas and Sebastian making their way to the church the chosen swatting side any who approach. Adelram opened his communication to the forces following him "we have to get to Marthas and make our way to the church!" everyone nodded including Jedrick.
Adelram charged into battle he released a wave of pink mist killing several Astartes at once. Jedrick was beside him cutting down anyone that got close. Adelram felt a surge of pain in his right shoulder as pieces of his armour fell away. Adelram looked to his shoulder and he saw he took a stray shot. He swore they are being caught up in the battle.

As people died Adelram heard the fluttering of bird wings small blue orbs of fire danced around the dead they expanded until they formed neverborn. A creature about the size of a human that was pink in colouration. Tentacles flailed at it's back as it began throwing orbs of fire randomly at people. Adelram clenched his fist "pink horrors! be careful!" Across the battlefield more of them spawned. Adelram flicked to the church he mumbled "the dark apostle must be summoning them... " Adelram caught the sword of laughter, he turned as a pink horror came charging at him he slashed the pink horror as it crumpled to the ground it separated creating two smaller blue versions of it.

Adelram clenched his teeth "dammit! this will just slow us down!" Adelram looked around the battlefield the neverborn of the great changer appearing blocked the way to Marthas. Adelram scanned the field again he could see due to the neverborn throwing fire randomly a gap was made in the lines towards the church. Adelram grinned "On me! Quickly! We are charging through that gap!"

Noxus ran with Beleth towards the tree, the forces that survived were with them. Noxus could see that many of the ormr are still wounded. Some even died during the march.

Noxus could hear Gravu, Ulg'pha and Kar'iz whispering, Noxus frowned "Beleth they will betray us." Beleth nodded "I can see that happening but Gravu is keeping Ulg'pha and Kar'iz in line for now. Gravu is fully aware of your father's fury and power." Hearing those words Noxus recalled the time his father removed Eidolon 's head for speaking out of turn after he gave them a war.

Noxus chuckled "indeed, imagine it now he has ascended." Beleth nodded as they took another step he furrows his brow "enemies ahead." Noxus readied his fist "I see..." Noxus grinned under his helmet "I can't wait to tear them apart to feel their blood on my hand.."
Noxus bought his fist up a small little maw is on the palm mixed with the flesh and machinery. Noxus moved the fingers it was strange at first it felt like his actual hand in a sense. Noxus moved the fingers he was surprised at the sheer dexterity. Eventually they reached the long hall bearing the mural and Beleth was right there was lines of tribal's wearing raven masks. They waited for them Noxus found it odd they are not attacking them now.

Noxus swept his eyes over the enemy tribal's many bore staves and glowing weapons. Gravu walked up "many will die.." Beleth sighed in annoyance "yes but you die for him there is nothing greater you can ask for." Noxus could see Gravu holding his hands tightly Noxus spoke his voice flat "Old man, whatever those two are putting into your head discard it. For if you utter a single word that makes me suspect you will back out of this task. I will kill the Ormr."

Ulg'pha came stomping foward "see! look they want to use our lives! He calls the herald father! what i-" Gravu shouted "enough! Ulg'pha! It's too late! We have only one path!" Kar'iz walked forward "listen to Ulg'pha! High Gothi! Please!" Noxus grumbled in annoyance he walked towards Ulg'pha and grabbed him Ulg'pha shouted "wh-" Noxus instantly crushed him in his hands warm blood and gore dribbled down his hand. Noxus dropped the carcass on the floor Noxus watched their forces point their weapons at him "I had enough of him talking ill of my father. Now Old man order the charge!" Noxus could see Kar'iz backing away slowly how swiftly he killed Ulg'pha must of shook her spirit. Beleth chuckled "far too quick.." Noxus grunted "I am tired of wasting time! My father wishes to see the enemy dead! Anyone who gets in the way of that..."

Noxus could see Gravu looking at the corpse of Ulg'pha he closed his eyes for a moment and looked to the the enemy forces "Charge! Kill them!" The ormr looked at each other slowly in ones, then twos they charged the enemy lines. Noxus turned to Beleth "let's go!" Beleth nodded.
The enemy tribal's readied their weapons as they crashed into their lines. Noxus' power scourges twisted and stabbed killing four at a time. Beleth impaled a tribal "We have to get to the tree!" Noxus looked towards the door "Right!" Noxus roared as he ran through the lines making a gap for Beleth to run through. Noxus called out "what of the ormr!?" Beleth grinned "they will hold them here!" Noxus trampled any tribal's that got in his way Noxus could clearly see these tribal's are poor fighters compared to the ones they fought at the dome. If he was in his old state their sorcery grouped together in such number might of been dangerous. Noxus grabbed a tribal who was slashing his legs.

Noxus lifted the tribal slighty and then squeezed as blood poured upon him. The heat of blood on skin Noxus shouted "the esctacy of war how I missed it!" Noxus was nearing the door he could see the enemy commander with three psykers generating a extremely large orb of blue fire.
Their chant reached a crescendo as they launched the ball of fire, Noxus stopped "that might be dangerous..." Beleth leaped in front of him and raised a shimmering purple wall of psychic energy. The ball of fire crashed onto the shield fizzling out. Noxus watched the psykers stagger back in surprise. Noxus grinned he walked past Beleth and charged into them the first he impaled with his power scourge, the second he tore apart with his hand and the third? He grabbed and crushed. The commander walked back towards the door "you are too late! Minion of the serpent! The great raven is here!"

Noxus walked towards the commander "then I will kill it!" Noxus raised his fist and punched the commander smashing their body into the door. Beleth walked towards the door "the enemy psyker was partially right. I can feel the great raven past the door but it has not fully manifested yet.." Noxus snorted "well.. we have some work to do then!" Noxus turned back he could see the ormr are still fighting the enemy tribal's "what of them?" Beleth shrugged "we are at the objective let's focus on that." Noxus turned back to the door "yes let's do that." Noxus pushed the door wide open with his fist. They both walked through, Noxus saw a psyker with a bird on his shoulder chanting standing before a greater shard or at least half of it. The tree is distorted and stretched as half the body of the greater shard is now within reality. Noxus looked at it's face a great jagged yellow beak along with 4 blinking eyes. Blue feathers that shined with a rainbow of colours and it held a great staff in it's right hand.

Beleth frowned "I can feel it gaining power!" Noxus clenched his fist "let's not waste any time!" Noxus approached the tree with Beleth. Noxus watched as the four eyes shifted to him the greater shard spoke each word sounded like thousands or ravens squawking at once "You two..."
Noxus frowned "you two?" The greater shard laughed "I wish I killed you when you went poking your noses in places you don't belong. Yet you kept persisting the only small wrench in this grand plan. Still you are about to die so let me at least introduce myself.. my name is Ugo, exalted in the eyes of the great changer of ways and also known as the great raven.."

Beleth shouted "we don't care what you name is! You will die here!" Ugo laughed again "tell me broken creature! What can you do!? I surge with power as they die above! My body swells with the offerings from the baomer!" Beleth grinned "you are most likely using power to keep the game going above aren't you? I am quite sure we could kill you in this state.." Noxus narrowed his eyes "this is the enemy my father wants dead Beleth?" Beleth nodded "yes it is" Beleth drew his sword. Ugo then pointed at Noxus "tell me iron one are you sure you want to do that?" Noxus readied his fist "yes I am quite sure!" Ugo grinned his beak distorting unnaturally to make the motion "you have the sight, a powerful gift that can be developed following the changer of ways... kill the creature." Ugo pointed at Beleth "if you kill him, I will restore your body everything that was lost to you." Noxus felt his fingers loosening slightly "restore.. my body.."

Ugo nodded "yes, the power of tzeentch has the power over change it would be a paltry thing to restore a frame broken by the plague god.." Noxus thought about it for a moment just for a second until he discarded it "I desire my father's love and the adoration of my fellows over what you offer neverborn!" Ugo scowled in annoyance "so be it..." Ugo raised his staff he began generating a ball of rainbow coloured fire, Beleth called out "Noxus I will protect you as best you can!" Noxus watched Beleth's hand produced a surge of dark mist Beleth then channelled it into him. Noxus felt a strange warmth as the mist danced around his frame he grinned "Right!" Noxus charged forward. Ugo unleashed a torrent of multi-coloured fire.

The mist with a life of it's own moved to intercept the blast, it did not stop it completely but it gave Noxus time to dodge away. Noxus rammed into Ugo causing him to scowl in pain "Foolish creature! You cannot stop fate! I will manifest fully!" Ugo bought his free hand down on Noxus and slashed at his chassis.

Noxus grit his teeth as metal and flesh was torn away. The claw kept rising and falling until a sword pierced in Ugo's hand. Ugo howled in pain he looked at the sword and then flicked his head towards Beleth who was now near the tree. Beleth grinned "you most likely see the fate you want slipping away don't you?" Ugo unleashed a ear splintering shriek "I won't be ended by two ingrates! Two blind creatures who follow base needs!"

Noxus raised his power scourge and attacked Ugo's chest they impaled Ugo. Noxus laughed "you are going to be beaten! By us! My father desires your death so shall it be done!" Noxus pulled down with the power scourge bringing Ugo's body downwards. Noxus could see Beleth pulling his blade out of Ugo's hand as he bought his body down.

Noxus shouted "attack his head! Quickly!" Beleth nodded he bound towards Ugo's head. Ugo shouted "No! This will not happen!" Ugo chanted and produced balls of fire they zapped towards Beleth. Beleth danced through each ball of fire that came into his direction he then planted his sword in Ugo's neck. He released a surge of darkness as he pushed his blade in, Ugo released an Unnatural scream Beleth then removed his blade and bought his blade upwards and slashed down removing Ugo's head. Noxus felt the weight vanishing yet as his power scourge removed itself from Ugo's body it was still moving.

Ugo's head flopped on the ground he screeched "I will not be st-" Noxus walked over and crushed his head with his foot. Noxus scowled "be silent neverborn!" As Noxus crushed it's head the body began to melt as it was sucked back into the tree. Beleth breathed out a sigh of relief "we are fortunate he did not fully manifest."

Noxus gripped his fist "indeed, now where is that psyker that was with him.." Noxus turned to see the psyker was now on his bottom shaking "It's impossible! How! The fates were aligned! Every thread showed the great raven's victory!" Beleth walked up to the psyker "what you see is possibilities, every action creates branching points you of all people should know that." Beleth turned to Noxus "hold him we will question him further as we go to the surface. Now it's time to collect the prize..."

Noxus walked over and grabbed the psyker who trashed in his grip he bought him towards his face "keep thrashing and I will break your body sorcerer." Noxus watched the raven that sat on the sorcerers shoulder fly away and dissipate in the air. The sorcerer called out "no! master please come back! I haven't failed!"

Noxus squeezed slightly, the sorcerer whimpered "be silent sorcerer." The sorcerer stopped struggling. Noxus watched Beleth walk up to the tree he raised his gauntlet as he released a stream of darkness into the tree. It twisted and finally it began crumbling away, the water pouring out of the pipes turned dirty, the grass died and finally the tree crumbled to dust. What was now before Beleth is a black beating heart. Noxus could see the heart pulsed like it was alive the heart then floated and hovered over Beleth's gauntleted hand. Beleth smiled "something more grand will occur compared to summoning a greater shard...."

As Beleth said those words Noxus saw a bloodied Gravu with a small number of the ormr tribe came walking in.

Gravu looked at the dirty water, grass and then the heart his weary face turned into fury "What have you done!" Gravu sadly looked to his hands "Kar'iz just died in the last battle.. I come to the sacred baomer to see it destroyed... I should of listened.. I should of listened to both of them.." Gravu pointed at the heart "Secure it! Quickly! They hold our lives in their hands!"

Beleth gestured the heart towards them "thank you, you served the great one well. Here is his reward to you.." A surge of purple and black energy erupted from the black heart consuming Gravu and the approaching Ormr. Noxus watched the tribal's drop to the ground like a stone they began convulsing and screaming in pure agony their bodies twisted and trashed on the ground. Eventually they stopped moving their mouths agape in pure and utter terror.

Noxus saw this and licked his lips he turned to Beleth "may I ask what you are going to do with it?" Beleth turned to him he chuckled he said "they will be saved..."
   
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Chapter 51

Adelram panted as he stabbed the final word bearer blocking his way he made his way up the steps his body wracked with pain the amount of stray fire they caught cut down many of their numbers. Adelram looked back to Jedrick who also looked worse for wear. Blood leaking from several cracks in his armour. The forces that followed him those that are still alive look to be on their last legs. Adelram could see Marthas' and Silas' names flashing red. Adelram grit his teeth as he ran up the door the sounds of gibbering neverborn behind. Adelram stood at the door after a second Jedrick stood with him now having caught up. Jedrick breathing was hoarse "we are here Adelram.. let get to it!" Adelram nodded he pushed the door open and a line of terminator fire greeted him. Adelram raised his hands summoning a shield. Adelram slowly walked forward trying to muster as much energy as possible. He could see the dark Apostle holding the gem chanting. Adelram grit his teeth his prize is there and if he secured it..

Adelram tried to break into a run until his shield started to degrade. Adelram hissed "No! Hold on just a little more!" Adelram felt a pounding headache each shot that hit the shield increased it. Until finally it gave way. A shower of bolter fire hit him, the pain was excruciating. Adelram felt parts of his body burning as the shells destroyed sections of his armour. Adelram collapsed forward the screams of the warband echoing in his mind as they were gunned down. Adelram looked forward to see Jedrick by him protecting him from fire. Jedrick fell backwards screaming as one of the word bearer terminators shot a gout of flame from his heavy flamer. Adelram looked at Jedrick's melted armour all he could hear was a rasp from Jedrick. Adelram then looked at Marthas' and Silas' names on his display they were still flashing red he blinked to open their channels. He heard their screams and gun fire.

Adelram cursed after everything he has been through.. he will die here? Adelram mouthed slowly "I..can't die...not yet..." Adelram tried to move it was too painful. Adelram looked up slightly a terminator with large tusk's came walking towards him.

Izel sat on the command throne on his ship as he watched the small threads of fate play out through tiny blue orbs. Izel in one orb watched the void battle unfolding between the emperor's children and word bearer ships. In another the Lord of sin being gunned down by the word bearers and in all of it the imperium was caught in the middle. A man in a blue robe approached the throne and bowed "Lord Izel, I have returned.."

Izel inclined his head "Joseph you completed your task unlike Phavo..." Jospeh looked up "My lord what do we do now?" Izel sighed "the ship is cloaked using wards the plot is ruined I am just watching how it plays out." Izel shook his head "if only that little fool would listen to me.. at least the broken king did not take the power of the tree and plunged the world into infinite darkness." Joseph asked "would he of used the tree to also ascend?" Izel nodded "yes he would kill all those who are on his world and make it a "paradise" for the ormr tribe. After that he would hunt the emperor's children across the stars."

Izel leaned back in the chair at the corner of his eye one of the orbs turned black and then another. Until all of them shared the same colour. Izel quickly stood up to the shock of the bridge crew he pulled at all of them searching for what was happening. Izel only found darkness Izel shook his head "the broken king is dead.. what is..." All the orbs then came together showing one fate. One destiny in store of Athor "across the planet, upon the ships surrounding the planet all those who are fighting in the war are on the floor twisting in agony." Izel shouted at the bridge "Get us out of range of the planet!" One the crew looked back "h-how far my lord!"

Izel clenched his fist "As far as you can! I don't care! Just do it!" Jospeh rose to his feet "is something wrong my lord?" Izel looked to Jospeh "I underestimated the insanity of that young man..."

Beleth walked the streets of the upper layer he could feel all the dead bodies on the floor. Humans and Astartes, Loyal and traitor. Beleth could hear Noxus' footsteps behind him and the gibbering of the sorceror he held. With encrougment from Noxus the soreceror filled out some the gaps. The prize everyone is coverting on the upper layer is a red herring to draw them into conflict. A conflict the great raven fed off. Everyone who sought the gem and fought over it was a pawn in the game. In the end the gem only gave the image of power it had none to give.
Beleth mused on the fact that Lord Fulgrim said both he and his son were not part of the game that pursuing this path prevented them from being strung into it. Hence Lord Fulgrim found the tools he needed.

Beleth laughed slightly if his old self did not stick by with Noxus they would of all died. Oddly enough when Beleth thinks about the sorcerer he feels like he knows him but in the end it does not matter he won't survive what is coming. Beleth could hear Noxus moving his lips, He smiled Noxus is most likely wondering what he aims to do with the heart "Noxus you wish to know what I am going to do with it?" Noxus footsteps shifted slightly "yes I do. Actually I am quite surprised you found a lift that took us here." Beleth nodded since he can detect vibrations he merely expanded the sense until he found a large structure that could be a lift. It was simply process of elimination, Beleth mused on how he would answer the first question "I found the lift by expanding my senses that's it.. now the heart?" Beleth lifted it up slightly "will sort the true faithful from those who are not."

Noxus mouthed his reponse slowly "true faithful...?" Beleth chuckled "yes, the focal point would be the safest but we will still feel the effects somewhat. Your father wishes to give this gift to the planet and we are the messengers. Defeating the greater of shard of tzeentch shifted the heart to the dark prince's influence. In turn this should save the warband." Beleth detected Noxus' footsteps increasing in pace "that excited are you? To add further unleashing the energy will go far enough to touch the ships fighting in orbit."

Noxus responded in suprise "really?" Beleth nodded "really.. now we are about to reach the spot." Beleth walked foward he could detect this was somewhat a spacious area in the upper layer. Beleth could still feel the power of the god of change lingering but soon that will change.
The sorcerer began shouting at him "You two are insane! Do you have any idea of how much devastation you will cause!?" Beleth heard the fingers of Noxus hand moving as squeezed the sorcerer Noxus said "Sanity is for the weak! Hurry Beleth do it! I want to see what my father has in store for us!" Beleth smiled "Yes! Let's!"

Beleth focused he felt the surge of all the souls offered to the baomer pounding within the heart. Beleth felt the energy uncoiling from the heart after a second he felt a gush of heat exploding on his skin a myriad of sensations assaulted his mind and body from pain to pleasure. Beleth wanted to let it all in to bask in what was happening. The screams echoing within his mind was wonderful.

Beleth could also hear Noxus basking in what was happening and the screams of agony from the sorcerer.

Isabella paced the underground bunker it was almost the size of a large house. The maids and butlers we at work cleaning or serving Izarus while he sat lazily in the chair. Isabella crossed her arms "you can be so relaxed? when the war is going on?" Izarus looked up to Isabella "Alivia relax, the last time we were attacked many nobles went to their bunkers and the heretics moved on. The same will happen." Izarus took a sip from his glass of wine. Isabella bit her lip her plans are in shambles and the warband had to do standard assault to locate the prize her lord coveted. Isabella ran through her head what went wrong until she thought of Jospeh. It was odd that he vanished just before the attack.

Isabella then heard a bang from the bunker door. She looked over to the reinforced door the bang came again and again. Izarus finally rose from his seat "what is that?" Isabella squinted her eyes as the metal distorted and was sucked inwards destroying the door. A wave of purple and black energy shot out of the door.

Isabella staggered back she turned away as the energy crashed into her. She trashed on the floor the pain was horrific her scream echoed with those in the bunker.

Isabella drank a glass of wine thinking of what she will say to Adelram, how she will explain her failure face to face. Isabella sighed while scratching her head luckily the war is mainly happening on the upper layer. Isabella took another swig of wine. As she drank the door of her room blew open she sprang from her chair to see a wave of dark energy approaching her. From it she could sense an untold tide of pain and anguish. Isabella's eyes darted around the room she held up her hands in geniune fear as the energy launched into her.

Belaris ran behind Rafael they were nearing the church until he suddenly stopped. Belaris raised his eyebrow "is something wrong Liberian Rafael?" Rafael stood like a stone he barked an order "brothers! Focus your energy into me! Quickly!" At once all the grey knights raised their hands a soft blue line left it and connected with Rafael's body.

Rafael raised his staff and finally Belaris saw what he was preparing for, A tide of dark energy was racing towards them. Consuming everything in it's path. Larissa staggerd back "what is that!?" Belaris turned to Fahim, Micheal and Larissa "Get behind the grey knights quickly!"
Belaris and his acolytes moved into position as the dark energy surged towards them. Rafael slammed his staff down as a white shimmering shield covered them. The energy battered the shield pressing to get in. It was like the energy was specifically seeking them out. Belaris looked at the energy his head ringed with the screams of the dying they oddly formed words "let us in.. let us embrace you.."

Belaris could see the shield cracking, Belaris quickly bought his eyes on Rafael he is struggling to maintain the shield his shoulders are sagging. Belaris could hear the other grey knights panting. Belaris walked forward he held out his hand and focused a line of blue energy left his hand and attached itself to Rafael.

Rafael breathing began to steady the cracks sealed and the voices stopped. Belaris began to feel weak he wondered how long he could keep this up, Belaris found that he has started to pant he is out of breath. Belaris tried to think who in the emperor's name could unleash such evil.

Adelram looked at the word bearer terminator approaching he stood over him and pointed his stormbolter at his head. The word bearer terminator spat "degenrates should be put down like dogs." Adelram clenched his eyes shut waiting for it to come, until he heard a shower of screams.
Adelram opened his eyes to see the word bearer terminator walking back slightly "what is that!?" Adelram in confusion blinked until he felt something crashing into his body. Adelram screamed he twisted on the ground he felt something entering his armour pricking at his body. The pain soon turned into pleasure he wanted more whatever was happening he demanded more.

Adelram tried to rise slightly he sagged to the ground what he was feeling was too much he could not handle it. Adelram felt his eyes rolling back as his vision darkened.

Adelram coughed he tried to open his eyes but he felt extremely tired he heard voices they were familiar "I should tear off his arm.." Adelram furrowed his brow "Noxus...?" Another voice came "you that upset you did not get to kill the sorceror? I have a better idea tear off his legs and make him crawl.." Adelram found his breathing increasing slightly when he heard the second voice.

Adelram mouthed slowly "it can't be..Asriel?" Adelram then heard Noxus laughing "That is a good idea!" Adelram heard a scream "Infidels! Degenerates! I swear I will kill y-" Adelram began hearing the tearing of limbs and then a thud on the ground. Afterwards he could hear someone crawling. Adelram tried to rise he wondered if he was dreaming. Adelram heard Asriel laughing "see look! he does not even realise he was a pawn!" Adelram forced his eyes open he rose he blinked as he saw a dreadnought standing over a word bearer crawling away. The dreadnought walked over and crushed the word bearer's body with his foot. The dreadnought looked up "oh look he is awake." Adelram blinked "Noxus? What...how? You look.. different?" Noxus chuckled "I have been blessed since I did the real work. The warband is fine." Noxus pointed with his finger.

Adelram suddenly looked around the church dead bodies were everywhere he looked to the members of the warband who followed him into the church. Their bodies were sat up resting on broken benches they were breathing steadily they were alive. Adelram scanned the room for Jedrick. Adelram recalled he was consumed by fire he saw him nearby his back on bench his head sagged to one side he was not wearing his helmet he looked like he was oddly sleeping. His armour was not melted and there was no burn scars on his skin. Noticing Jedrick was not wearing a helmet Adelram touched his face he just realised his helmet was gone, Adelram looked down to himself his armour was somewhat damaged but his wounds were largely gone.

Adelram looked up to Noxus "How?" The tendrils connected to Noxus' chassis flailed about "As I said I-we did the real work." Adelram raised his eyebrow "we?" Adelram recalled Asriel's voice he shook his head "it's impossible.. he is dead!" Someone then popped out from behind Noxus and walked forward.

He was wearing a familiar cloak. Adelram's eyes went wide slightly "you are alive.." Adelram could also see Asriel is wearing a gauntlet also and in that hand he held the gem. As Adelram saw it everything came rushing back when why he pushed so hard to reach the church he grinned his mood turning cheerful "you always surprise me..all the time! Now.. Asriel give me the gem."

Adelram held his hand out, Asriel looked at the gem a strange darkness came from the gauntlet and consumed the gem turning it black. Asriel then crushed the gem in his hand and let it crumble away. Adelram's mouth went agape his joy crumbled with it.

Adelram felt a cold fury building within him the thought of Asriel's failure came crawling back. What they had to go through to get here and he just callously destroyed the prize. Adelram walked towards Asriel who was calmly looking downward's slightly. As Adelram approached he stopped before him "it seems I have to move unto something better.. Asriel look at me...now!"

Asriel still kept his head cast downwards slightly, Adelram clenched his hands and grabbed his cloak Adelram notcied Noxus shift slightly at him grabbing Asriel. Asriel held up his hand and Noxus simply stopped. Adelram looked to Noxus and Asriel frowning "I wonder what happened between you two..." Adelram pulled off Asriel's hood his eyes were milky white mixed with a light blue hue. Adelram has not practised being a apothecary for quite some time but he could see blindness right away. Adelram shook his head "what did you do to yourself!" Adelram flicked his head to Noxus who spoke "he has been improved, he is better without the neverborn." Adelram shook his head his fury further increasing "so he is useless now!? A normal human! Who broke my prize!" Noxus stepped forward "w-"

Adelram shouted "enough! Enough!" He looked at Asriel "do you have anything to say?" Asriel slowly mouthed "what is there else to say? I broke your prize.." Adelram ground his teeth he threw Asriel across the room he crashed into the benches. Adelram walked over he picked up Asriel again he hissed "Asriel, you are now useless, pathetic! I hoped.. I hoped.." Adelram clenched his eyes shut he began throwing Asriel around the room. Asriel crashed into the walls and chairs, Adelram picked him up again Asriel was now smiling through bloodied teeth Adelram scowled "are you mocking me!? Why!" Asriel slowly raised his bare hand and wiped his blood down his face as he said "so you are my lord? The most important person?" Asriel chuckled slightly "you hit like a child compared to him.."

Adelram's mouth hanged at the audacity of what he just said he dropped Asriel on the ground and charged his fists with psychic energy. Adelram raised it as he was about to bring it down upon Asriel he felt someone grabbing him. He looked to see it was Noxus.

Adelram slammed his fist on Noxus' hand "Put me down now!" Noxus looked down to Asriel "Beleth that is enough.." Adelram blinked "what? Beleth? What are you talking about?" Asriel slowly got up and brushed his cloak, Adelram could see his wounds are already healing. Adelram raised his eyebrow "how? the neverborn is gone.." Asriel shrugged "I don't know where I heard this but... I recall someone saying that changing fate has a cost and sometimes I wonder what the payment was." Adelram felt his mouth drying oddly "cost? fate?" Noxus sighed "I don't know what happened but.. his memories are gone and he can no longer see."

Asriel gestured "it's not that bad Noxus I will make new ones!" Adelram looked at Asriel smiling casually Adelram blinked "his memories are gone? Why? Who did this?" Adelram tapped Noxus' fist "put me down..." Noxus bought him close to his helmet "are you going to throw him around?" Adelram scowled "I can throw him around if I want to. He is mine!" Noxus sighed as his grip released, Adelram landed on his feet he looked to Asriel. Adelram walked over slowly for some reason he found it hard to reach out Adelram pulled his hand back. Adelram took a deep breath "Can you at least tell me why you broke the gem?" Asriel nodded "yes, the gem is useless."

Adelram cocked his head slightly "how? I felt it's power!" Asriel shook his head "you felt power but it was not actually there. Everything you saw while fighting was done by the great raven underground." Adelram shook his head "you are lying to avoid my displeasure aren't you? I mean you lost your memories so you could be a completely different person! You lie! I won't believe something so foolish!" Asriel frowned "this task was set by someone important your father or are you calling him foolish?" Adelram laughed "like my father would talk to someone like you! Like he would even deign a fraction of his time to you!" Noxus stomped forward and turned to face Adelram "it's true, he spoke to me." Adelram stepped back slightly "why would he speak to you two! Of all people! Why!"

Noxus sighed in annoyance "fine don't believe us but look around you tell me what you see." Adelram looked around the dead bodies and the warband who is now out cold, their screams as they were gunned down began echoing in his mind. Jedrick's screams were at the front as he was consumed in fire Adelram felt a disgusting sensation dawning on him he hissed silently "failure...." Adelram narrowed his eyes "I did not fail! How was I-" Asriel shook his head "you are making excuses it is what it is." Adelram pointed at Asriel "silence! I don't want to hear another word from you!" Noxus began laughing "Look at the person you care for the most! Look at him being obnoxious after you saved his life!"

Adelram looked to Asriel "what...?" Asriel scratched the back of his head "I don't regret it Noxus, I would do it again." Adelram eyed the both of them "what do you mean saved?" Noxus snorted "that wave of energy you felt? Was unleashed by Beleth." Adelram thought back to the sensation he was about to be shot in the head by the word bearer until it came. Adelram looked to his hands thinking and then to Asriel "That was you?" Asriel nodded slowly "yes. Your father said that might of been the only way to save the warband in turn defeating the great raven secured everyone's lives. the great raven was a greater shard of tzeentch."

Adelram began thinking of what both of them did in the background to stop the summoning of a greater shard while he was chasing.. Adelram's felt his hearts clench. Adelram clenched his eyes shut. He did not want to feel failure. He did not fail.

Adelram opened his eyes he began walking out of the church he did not even want to look at both of them. Noxus shouted "Adelram where are you going!?" Adelram looked back "it's none of your business leave me.."

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