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 Dayknight wrote:

Another fantastic chapter, i like how you handled eidolons response. couple questions though

-what happened to the hellbrute during all this time?
-Why has Asriel never been into the sexy times?
-Why are you such a good writer?




I am going to get to our hellbrute the problem is he sleeps a lot and Asriel? Well he was until the church event and you know being torn apart by Fulgrim such things don't really do it for him anymore. a part of him finds it frustrating actually in the past when Adelram first changed back on zatos but since Adelram went to the palace and slaanesh "fixed" him sex does not "really" register on his mind anymore. Think about it sex is like the third circle while more sophisticated stuff is beyond that in slaaneshi's realm. In the end his sex drive is pretty dead he is not attracted to humans anymore Meliva saw to that.

Now the third? A part of me thinks I am not actually that good I got a long way to go but I really do like how both you and Illiu are enjoying the story and commenting. Plus writing is fun to me really fun so I thank you for your words.

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Shorter chapter today a longer one will come on the weekend!

Chapter 20
Izel sat on the command throne of his ship he looked at his now clear orbs searching for a way to restore them to restore his brothers. Just like Ahriman in a sense he share’s in his mistake, his sin since he was a supporter of the ritual and aided Ahriman gladly to stop the flesh change. In the eight years of the orbs clearing he could put his entire attention upon this task now that it seemed the threat of him being devoured by darkness has been averted. He bought his vision over to the rubric marines standing like statues on the bridge it still pained him to look at them but in the end that’s why he is travelling the galaxy for their sake. Izel folded his arms he bought his vision back to the orbs he searched for any signs or sources of power. He looked for signs that might lead to a cure or power since if he could gather enough of it he could reverse the ritual.

At times both he and Ahriman exchange notes if they cross paths out of everyone he was the ringleader of the ritual so in a sense he feels the most responsibility out of all of them. Izel sighed “all the legions squander brotherhood… they easily threw it to the wind. We were different… we tried to save it…” Izel pointed his staff at an orb moving it to one side. It’s been the same nothing, he can’t find anything of note.

Izel leaned back into his chair grumbling in annoyance “still nothing… what can I do?” He stared at the orbs intently then suddenly one turned dark. Izel sat upright “what? Why?” Another orb was consumed in darkness as the words passed his lips until eventually all of them were consumed by the colour of the void. Izel’s eyes went wide he leaned forward and grasped the arms of his command throne.

He shook his head in disbelief “why now!? What is happening!?” Izel bought an orb close he looked at it he could not see a thing no matter how he changed or infused the orb with power it still bore the colour of darkness. Izel ground his teeth “maybe he is still alive? I-” At once the orbs all began to distort and twist collapsing in on itself it then rapidly expanded and burst into small shiny purple shards that glistened.

The crew looked at the pieces falling to floor some looked in awe at the lights. Izel pointed at them “focus on your stations!” The crew flicked to attention and looked at their consoles. Izel creased his brow in frustration what just happened is a terrible omen and more than anything he feels he has to prepare for the worst. Since something far more terrible than the void itself might be coming for him.

Adelram stretched as he walked back onto the ship with everyone he yawned “see that wasn’t so bad was it?” Silas shook his head in disbelief “it seems Eidolon is okay with what has occured…” Adelram looked to Silas he smiled “don’t worry Silas I will take you to very interesting places...” Silas in response grunted clearly annoyed “I am never going to hear the end of this am I?”

Adelram chuckled “No you won’t, oh and Silas?” Silas faced him the blue eyes of his helm gazing into his own. “What is my lord?” Adelram stroked his chin “you don’t have to call me my lord just call me Adelram.” Silas shifted in response he shook his head “I see… I thank you for the kindness my lord.” Adelram inclined his head to Silas he looked over to everyone else. Tarkhan is at the ready he bowed slightly “I wish to go and meditate my lord.” Adelram smirked at his words “image training again? You like to keep yourself sharp don’t you?” Tarkhan rose “yes, almost everyone else on the ship would make poor sparring partners so I have to settle with this.” Marthas took offence to his words he frowned “what do you mean poor!? You dare!” Adelram frowned at Marthas’ words Silas seems to have taken his place at his side but Marthas is still resisting in his own way. He seeks uniform, reason to chaos but in the end there is no reason, no understanding just want. “Marthas he would easily kill any of those that have been trained by you.”

Marthas flicked towards him it looked like he was about to say something, Sebastian chuckled “Look at him biting his tongue in fear.” Sebastian shrugged “you think you know best as always. Our lord has seen things you would never have dreamed of compared to him you are but a child…” Marthas ground his teeth he looked ready to erupt. Tarkhan turned and inclined his head to Marthas “I meant no disrespect…” Marthas raised his hand at him “enough! I don’t want to hear it!” Marius gave a raspy laugh “look he is going to try and walk away and brood… accept it. Accept the will of our lord Marthas…”

Adelram looked at everyone ganging up on his wayward brother he tapped his chin the flowers should be ready Marthas is not going to be easily convinced by words. To be sure he looked at Asriel. “Tell me my second half what do you think of Marthas at the moment?” Asriel looked up at Marthas he folded his arms “Marthas be honest with your feelings just let it all out.” Adelram could see Marthas’ eyes going wide he suddenly looked weary and then his faced switched to anger he pointed shouting the top of his voice. “Tell me my lord! Tell me do you have plan with what you are doing!? Pushing the boundaries! Pressing your luck! You could of destroyed us! Eidolon could of ended us before we reached the station!” Adelram grinned “there it is the real you…” Marthas hissed at him he spat “the real me!? You ruined my work! You are doing it again! Now you are easily dragging everyone down with you! What makes it worse they are doing it with smiles on their faces!”

Marthas breathing became hoarse he lowered his hand and clenched his hands into fists “Y-you! You don’t care! You just don’t!” Adelram licked his lips in anticipation he wanted to press him more to reveal more about himself how he feels at his return. “I care, it’s why I am doing all of this for you.” Adelram said calmly. Marthas shook his head is disbelief “you lie! You are lying!” Silas came forward he raised his hand “Marth-” Marthas took a step back he pointed at Silas “you are meant to be the leader! The most perfect! The one I shaped! Molded! Yet you bowed so easily for him! You gave up!?” Silas clenched the hand he raised he looked at Adelram slightly “I… am not perfect. Far from it… I realise that now. There is more to being perfect than martial ability Marthas..” Marthas took another step back in shock “look at what he has done! This is what he does!” Adelram watched Marthas look at everyone and then finally at him. “You twist everything! You change corrupt and tear apart anything that doesn’t please you! Our Father made your servant perfect for you!” he pointed at Asriel who raised his eyebrow “yet you changed him back!? Who do you think you are!?”

Marthas began breathing heavily as he voice slowly died. Adelram could see everyone in the dock has frozen a deathly silence fell upon the docking bay area. Adelram casually shrugged in response “I didn’t like what father did so I went and changed it he is not perfect after all... That’s it to be honest still the dark prince’s realm is a fascinating place you should go sometime.” Marthas shook his head in utter shock he stormed away without another word. As Marthas left it confirmed to him that he has to use the flowers perhaps he will become more relaxed once he shares them. He looked over to everyone “right you can go about your business I have things to do.” Everyone gave a curt nod as they began walking away, Asriel stopped at his side. “Don’t kill him.” Adelram looked down at Asriel “you still like him don’t you?” Asriel slowly nodded they faced each other “yes he is most likely finding it difficult because he is still used to rigid structure. Even when the changes came to him on Zatos he tried to find his own way to resist it.”

Adelram folded his arms he smiled “I know, I expected he would be the most difficult out of all of them. Don’t worry I will deal with it.” Asriel smiled “good, one more thing before I go.” Adelram had some measure of what he is going to ask. Asriel scratched his head “so… why did you turn Isira into a daemonhost?” Adelram reached out his hand and grasped Asriel’s shoulder “for your sake than anything plus she rejected me. I didn’t like that.” Asriel placed his finger to his chin “I see..she makes a good sparring partner.” Adelram moved his hand away while shaking his head “have you done anything else with her?” Asriel blinked in confusion “like what?” Adelram poked his second half’s forehead, he rubbed it slightly in annoyance. “What was that for!?” Adelram sighed slightly in response “after I met her in the palace she spoke so fondly of you. Your innocence, your… caring nature. She also enjoyed watching your ruthlessness. She was so eager to meet you again don’t waste this please.” Asriel frowned “I have no idea what you are talking about. Also I have no interest.”

Adelram narrowed his eyes at him “in humans I should add.” Asriel gave a large frown “why are we having this conversation? I-” Adelram smiled “I drew your interest haven’t I? Go see her again and see..” Asriel clenched his hands in frustration “I...don’t care for such a thing.” Asriel briskly walked away without another word grumbling in annoyance. Adelram looked at Asriel leaving he then thought about his flowers again he needs to prepare them since they are an important part in renovating the ship.

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 shinros wrote:
 Dayknight wrote:

Another fantastic chapter, i like how you handled eidolons response. couple questions though

-what happened to the hellbrute during all this time?
-Why has Asriel never been into the sexy times?
-Why are you such a good writer?




I am going to get to our hellbrute the problem is he sleeps a lot and Asriel? Well he was until the church event and you know being torn apart by Fulgrim such things don't really do it for him anymore. a part of him finds it frustrating actually in the past when Adelram first changed back on zatos but since Adelram went to the palace and slaanesh "fixed" him sex does not "really" register on his mind anymore. Think about it sex is like the third circle while more sophisticated stuff is beyond that in slaaneshi's realm. In the end his sex drive is pretty dead he is not attracted to humans anymore Meliva saw to that.

Now the third? A part of me thinks I am not actually that good I got a long way to go but I really do like how both you and Illiu are enjoying the story and commenting. Plus writing is fun to me really fun so I thank you for your words.



As our dark prince would say, enjoying it is half the battle! And trust us you are a fantastic writer and you have noticeably improved with each chapter. The obit reason you might not see me commenting often is because I legit try to stay away from here so I can come back to a nice juicy read. You make it damn hard though! I probably check this thread eagerly every 2 days at this point.
   
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Chapter 21
Adelram made his way to his chambers he has to get everything ready, the flowers should be ready he has already thought of a possible means to share them with everyone on the ship but just in case he will make some adjustments so it would not affect the young. Adelram smiled “just in case everyone dies…” he tugged a small strand of his hair that covered his brow in the end what is important if they die is that they will experience something wonderful before passing away. Only those whose faith is not found wanting will survive.

He could not help but smile at such a prospect his brothers, everyone on the ship will become wonderful. He chuckled to himself he upped his pace Adelram felt excitement gripping his hearts the emptiness ebbing away. Yet he stopped when he reached a set of doors he stared at the crude painting covering it. “Father spoke to me first…” he mouthed. He looked at the panel he could see the dust lining it. Right away he could tell it has not been touched in years. Adelram shook his head sighing “Silas can be so childish…” he pushed in the numbers to open the door it clicked open. As he stepped in what greeted him is his brother Noxus his frame covered in a host of dust. The room itself almost every inch of the room bore a thick layer of dust.

Adelram called out “Noxus! Are you awake?” He did not get any response he wondered how long he has been sleeping for. He called out again “wake up! I wish to speak to you!” Adelram stood tapping his feet he could sense that he is still alive but is in a deep slumber most likely self-induced. He tapped his chin thinking he clicked his fingers as an idea spawned within his mind “He will awaken for him. I know it!” Adelram hummed as he left the room closing the door behind him he diverted his route to Asriel’s room.

Asriel scratched his head annoyance he wondered why Adelram moved to such a conversation he holds no interest in Isira especially. Asriel opened his door he got his blade ready just in case of an ambush. He slowly walked in and what greeted him is his room is now consumed in a pink mist he could not see anything. The door of his room closed behind him he remained on guard. He licked his lips wondering what angle she is going to attack from. He took slow steps until suddenly hands shot out of the mist, Asriel tried to unsheathed his blade but was far too slow. The arms wrapped themselves around him Asriel smiled “you got me this time.” Out of the mist Isira came forward her hair was now pink and her eyes were now like his. It was like she was floating in the air, her dress is also blending in with the mist she leaned in close while still holding him.

Asriel frowned “what is it?” when she spoke her voice was just how he remembered it in his dreams from the past. She tapped his nose with one finger as she said “why do you call me the name of my host? She is a mere prisoner.” Asriel shrugged “don’t know, if you want me to call you Seasha I will.” She smiled softly “I would like you to refer me by my name…” Asriel nodded “right Seasha, can you let go of me now please?” Seasha furrowed her brow “I thought you wanted something. It was such a small thought…” Asriel grunted in annoyance the neverborn of slaanesh want to grant desire’s that is what they are. They can’t help it.

Asriel frowned “I am not interested I was just thinking about the conversation I had with Adelram nothing more.” Asriel stared into her eyes it’s clear she wanted him to say yes what they love more than anything if you give into excess of your own volition. They may push slightly but in the end they would prefer you to take the plunge yourself.

He removed his hand from his blade, Seasha grasped his hand it felt oddly warm as she said “if you don’t like this form I can change it.” Asriel grimace he tried to push her away but she held him tightly she continued speaking. “You are afraid that you will feel nothing trust me… I know things…” she cooed. Asriel watched muscle beginning to line her arms, her skin changing in pigment and her face shifting slightly to that of a daemonette. “Dear Asriel you must experience everything… drink of all the bounties of galaxy...” Asriel considered her words he searched for any hint for desire a trace to cling to. As always he largely felt nothing. “No. I would rather spar actually that’s exciting at least when we try to murder one another.” he smiled.

Seasha did not return his smile she kissed her teeth in annoyance clearly showing her fangs “why not at least try for his sake? He wants you to be happy...” Asriel hissed at her in anger “don’t you dare bring him into this daemon!” Seasha looked away frowning. Asriel sighed watching her frown thinking for a moment he can’t spend all day fighting he will eventually get bored and if he does beat Seasha at some point who would he spar?

Asriel gave another heavy sigh “fine… show me what you can do then..” Her head flicked towards him she gave a large joyful grin. She bought her hand to his face he looked at her nails slowly changing into black talons. Seasha bought her claws down his cheek drawing blood as she quietly said “you will enjoy this.”

She then gave a light kiss, For a moment Asriel felt nothing like always he was about to push her way until he felt a rush of pain she gripped him tightly as the a wave of agony gripped his body.

Adelram walked to Asriel’s room he wondered what he was doing at the moment most likely he is training to keep himself sharp. As he got to the door he stopped in front of it he moved his hand to the panel to enter the override to open the door but for some reason it was rejecting the code.

Adelram stroked his chin “that is strange…” He pushed in the code again the same occured he then decided to knock. “Open the door Asriel.” yet nothing no answer and the door did not budge. He decided to bang on the door causing a slight dent “open the door.” Adelram repeated he then folded his arms waiting for a response. He wondered what he was doing, he decided to knock one more time before his fist reached the door it slowly opened.

Adelram sighed wondering what took him so long as he walked into the room the smell of blood, perfume and honey smashed into his nose. It reminded him somewhat of the dark prince’s realm it pleased him for a moment. Just for a moment. He looked around the room he eventually bought his eyes to the bed. Isira was sitting on the bed stroking Asriel’s head. Adelram could see Asriel wearing a t-shirt his arms and face baring fresh cuts. He looked over to Isira who put a finger to her lips “he is sleeping soundly I might add.”

Adelram looked at his face he almost seemed like a child a part of him did not want to disturb him but he needed him for something. “I need him up now.” Asriel opened his eyes suddenly “so noisy…” Adelram gave a small chuckle in response “well.. I need you to do something.” Asriel yawned he rubbed his eyes as he got up Isira moved slightly down the bed. “What is it?”

Adelram pointed at him “you need to clean Noxus’ room.” Asriel blinked he swore “Oh no… I forgot about him!” Asriel rushed out of the bed he quickly ran over to the closet and placed his gear on. What surprised Adelram is his reaction he never knew he was that fond of Noxus. Perhaps if he payed more attention to him in the past he might be feeling the same way at the moment.

Asriel cursed “the idiot most likely has slept the eight years away!” Isira eyed him running around the room “is there a problem with how long he sleeps for?” Asriel stopped “not exactly… but dreadnoughts should not sleep too long it messes with their heads.” Adelram inclined his head to Asriel “he is correct I tried to call out to him but there was no reaction. I think he largely prefers to speak to Asriel.”

Asriel quickly put on his boots, he rushed out the room pushing past him without another word. Adelram bought his eyes to Isira casually sitting on his bed “so… it happened?” Isira shrugged “in a manner of speaking yes but… there is a problem.” Adelram folded his arms “is there? May I ask what it is?” Isira tapped her lips thinking “Meliva was…thorough with dear Asriel. Most mortals would beg me to stay with them he liked it but…” Adelram nodded “I see you don’t need to say anymore. Honestly I am surprised he still cares for my brothers.” Isira chuckled “yes.. But he cares for you above all.”

Adelram turned away “I expect nothing less I trust him above everyone else.” Just before he left Isira called out “so is it ready?” Adelram could not help but grin “almost… how many do you think will survive?” Isira gave a cold laugh in response “I am sure the ones you care for will but you are essentially wiping the slate clean. You are aware yes?” Adelram closed his eyes he spoke softly “it’s only in the deepest abyss of hell that we can truly find ourselves… some of my brothers have not truly experienced hell yet. I will give it to them. So their true selves can burst forth..” Adelram could hear Isira licking her lips “I can’t wait.. don’t tarry… Master..” Adelram chuckled as he walked out of the room without another word passing his lips.

He felt groggy for some reason he felt a need to wake up something has changed… no something has returned. He recalled his father words Silas will lead, he seeks perfection and is the best out of all of them and Adelram will soon fall. He did not want to gainsay his father for it’s not his place but he was not happy with Silas leading. He made that clear enough when he took control his words were thus “I do not need help of a disgusting cripple, no matter how you change no matter what you do all you will be is a broken Astartes stuck inside a coffin.”

He was used to hearing such words but it stung for some reason due to his father’s words that bounced within his mind. In the end it was because of his words that he did not crush him on the spot so instead he decided to sleep. To drift away into the recesses of his mind no more worry, no more killing, no more insults. All he had is sweet silence but at the back of his mind he heard a pestering noise. It annoyed him greatly but for some reason a small spec of him was happy. He needed to open his eyes to see, to see what is bothering him. He grunted in annoyance it was like his eyes were glued shut he kept trying the sound became louder and louder. He roared and flicked his eyes open what he saw is a young man coughing sweeping in his room. He blinked in surprise as his voice boomed. “You.”

The young man looked at him he smiled but he seems changed it’s clear enough by his eyes “It’s me Asriel. Do you remember Noxus?” Noxus tried to moved his hand he could tell it’s slightly rusted. “Asriel…. I remember. It’s not Beleth anymore? What happened?” Asriel puffed out his chest “Adelram fixed me I can also see again.” Noxus blinked in surprise he could not help but feel slightly happy at the prospect. “I see, by the way why are you cleaning my room?” Asriel frowned in the response “who else cleans it? I am the only person who regularly visits you. I clean the room when you are sleeping and I clean your frame when I have the time as well. I am surprised Caius doesn’t do it.” Noxus hissed when he heard the tech priests name “He is more eager to experiment on me than maintain me so I send him away.” Asriel stopped sweeping “I see so you prefer my company then? Is that it?”

Noxus narrowed his eyes he did not know what to say to Asriel the prospect pleased him that he is here but part of him did not want to gratify a human “no.” Noxus lied. Asriel raised his eyebrow “why are you lying?” Noxus cursed his voice boomed out his vox “go away then. Leave me to sleep.” Asriel chuckled in response “no, I am not leaving until the room is spotless and you have been through a proper maintenance.” Noxus grumbled he watched Asriel work the seconds went to minutes and then an hour. Eventually the whole room was spotless.

Asriel wiped his brow he placed a dirty cloth on the table as he made his way to the chassis. Noxus grunted “you don’t need to do this.” Asriel ignored his words he silently hovered his hand over a part of his body a soft purple glow emitted from it as he said “tell me Noxus why do you keep trying to push me away? You enjoy our talks, you enjoy when we play regicide now that I can see you don’t have to move my pieces anymore.”

Noxus hated when he spoke in such a fashion he recalled that he views the warband as family to him what he is doing now is like taking care of a abused member. Noxus did not know what to exactly think of that so he asked. “Do you still view this warband as a family Asriel?” He looked up at him and smiled “Of course that hasn’t changed.”

Noxus should've guessed that would still be the case hearing him say that he wanted to be honest with him for once. “You know I was just using you for my own gratification in the past? Yet you still think the same way?” Asriel nodded in response “ I know but remember Noxus gratification is part of following the dark prince. Even I want that sometimes.” Asriel moved away his hand “try moving.”

Noxus flexed his hand the servo’s moved smoothly whatever sorcery he has done it’s like the rust did not even exist. He stared at Asriel “you’ve changed.” Asriel raised his eyebrow “really in what way?” Noxus made his hand into a fist and released it “you smile more often for one. You were so serious before.”

Asriel scratched his head “thanks I guess? But I feel terrible most of the time.” Noxus moved his scourge slightly chuckling “to feel terrible, to feel inadequate and as you said to seek gratification shows us that we are truly alive. Don’t you think it’s strange how the most terrible things in our lives forever sticks with us? Scars us?” Asriel folded his arms “how we deal with those scars is what amuses the dark prince I guess?” Noxus activated the power field on his scourge the energy sparking in the air as he said. “our scars is what makes us who we are how we push past our failings is what brings joy to living. I thought my end would come being in this suit of iron but I rose high in the sky compared to those who insulted me.” Noxus thought of Silas chiefly he knows he must still get annoyed whenever he passes his door.

Asriel furrowed his brow “are you rambling Noxus?” Noxus deactivated his scourge he sighed heavily “I wish to merely thank you that’s all.” As he said those words a big grin lined Asriel’s face “I see.. Your welcome Noxus.” Noxus then pointed to a box in the corner “get the regicide box out let’s see how much you changed.” Asriel nodded “right, but don’t complain if I beat you too quickly!”

Noxus scoffed “we shall see…”

Adelram entered his chamber he saw Salvador sniffing at the flowers in full bloom. Walking over Salvador perked up in attention “master! Look!” he pointed at the flowers. Adelram bought his eyes to them all of them were multicoloured, they shimmered brilliantly in the room. He could also spot thorns constricting some of them. Adelram rubbed his hands in anticipation “right… let’s harvest some.” Salvador scratched his head in confusion as he began pulling flowers up from the soil he gathered a bunch in his hands. Once done he nodded “right that should be enough.” Adelram began walking towards a table in his chamber he turned his head slightly to Salvador “come with me Salvador.” Salvador bobbed his head in response, clearly excited with what he is possibly planning as he began following him.

Adelram set the flowers upon a table he opened the drawer and got out a bowel and a crusher he placed the flowers in the bowl and began grinding them down. Salvador looked over him “you are crushing them…” he said sadly. Adelram smiled to Salvador “not all of them I am only using a few. Trust me dear Salvador this will make sharing them more effective.” Salvador grumbled, Adelram considered that a fair response it’s his first time seeing such flowers any normal follower of the dark prince would be heartbroken to see them crushed in such a fashion.

Adelram worked them down until he was satisfied. He then hovered his hand over the flowers he bent their unnatural chemistry with his sorcery to avoid the young of the ship. Afterwards he moved his hand away and opened his pouch and bought out a large sealed vial he unscrewed the top and placed the ground flowers in. Adelram then went to his draw and pulled out a small bottle of water he poured it into the vial and sealed it. Adelram then gave the tube a good shake until the ground down flowers were mixed with the water. He then held it up to Salvador the water now baring the colour of the flowers “I will be sharing this with everyone on the ship!”

Salvador blinked “how? It’s not enough.” Adelram grinned “not if it’s distilled and mixed with the oxygen of the ship. Come with me...” Adelram moved to leave his chambers Salvador followed scratching his head in confusion. Adelram walked to one of the many rooms that bare oxygen tanks to pump breathable air into the ship. Salvador looked around “so what are we going to do next?” Adelram licked his lips and pointed at the main tank “I will connect this tube with the tank and I will heat it. The vapour will then mix with the oxygen and my gift will spread throughout the ship.” Salvador nodded in understanding “I see. So are you going to do it now?”

Adelram grinned “indeed I am.” he walked over to the main tank he connected the vial with the oxygen tank. He hovered his other hand over the vial and created a small flame he watched the water bubble and slowly turn to vapour. Adelram gave a dark chuckle “to hell you go my brothers…”

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 Dayknight wrote:
 shinros wrote:
 Dayknight wrote:

Another fantastic chapter, i like how you handled eidolons response. couple questions though

-what happened to the hellbrute during all this time?
-Why has Asriel never been into the sexy times?
-Why are you such a good writer?




I am going to get to our hellbrute the problem is he sleeps a lot and Asriel? Well he was until the church event and you know being torn apart by Fulgrim such things don't really do it for him anymore. a part of him finds it frustrating actually in the past when Adelram first changed back on zatos but since Adelram went to the palace and slaanesh "fixed" him sex does not "really" register on his mind anymore. Think about it sex is like the third circle while more sophisticated stuff is beyond that in slaaneshi's realm. In the end his sex drive is pretty dead he is not attracted to humans anymore Meliva saw to that.

Now the third? A part of me thinks I am not actually that good I got a long way to go but I really do like how both you and Illiu are enjoying the story and commenting. Plus writing is fun to me really fun so I thank you for your words.



As our dark prince would say, enjoying it is half the battle! And trust us you are a fantastic writer and you have noticeably improved with each chapter. The obit reason you might not see me commenting often is because I legit try to stay away from here so I can come back to a nice juicy read. You make it damn hard though! I probably check this thread eagerly every 2 days at this point.


Thanks I appreciate your words perhaps I should have more confidence in myself. Practice makes perfect! Also I know you like to read in chunks On that note... would you look at that! A new chapter!

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Toronto

Very nice! Now we know what the flowers are for. If Adelram just sent the majority of his Astartes to hell, how many are left? As low as when the Slave uprising killed three quarters of them?

Adepta Sororitas: 3,800 Points
Adeptus Custodes: 8,100 Points
Adeptus Mechanicus: 8,400 Points
Alpha Legion: 4,400 Points
Astra Militarum: 7,500 Points
Dark Angels: 16,800 Points
Imperial Knights: 12,500 Points
Legio Titanicus: 5,500 Points
Slaaneshi Daemons: 3,800 Points
 
   
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Chapter 22

Tarkhan’s blade danced within his room his Khan was generous enough to gift him a room that was spacious for his training. He made a cross slash to finish and slowly sheathed his blade he wiped his brow as sweat dribbled down. “That’s it for now… what else can I do?” Tarkhan figited he then paced he has watched those of Marthas’ temple train just by watching their movements he knows he would win easily. Tarkhan stopped he shook his head trying to push away such thoughts. “He will unleash me when ready I just have to patient.” Tarkhan eyed a space in his room he had a long shelf placed on the wall of his room he plans to collect the heads of worthy foes the foes that bring him joy and make him laugh. The tech priest is already working on a small stasis fields so the heads will remain fresh once they are taken.

Tarkhan sighed he unsheathed his blade again. The blade cut air he repeated the drills again and again. Normally it would set his mind at ease but since his true Khan has come in these past eight years things have become hard. It’s hard to focus, it’s hard to remain at a razor edge it’s what Adelram would want of him. As his blade moved he froze the blade was in mid cut held in mid-air something within his mind has just told him that something has changed. Then outside of his room he started to hear screams, murmurings and mad ravings. As he was about to lower his blade to turn and investigate his room was consumed in darkness.

Tarkhan placed himself in battle-stance the combat-stims within his power armour activated danger is coming. He can taste it he grinned “only in extreme danger can joy be found…” as his words echoed someone spoke in his voice. “Indeed that is why we kill don’t we? To find joy?” Tarkhan looked around “what is this? What is going on?”

Out of the darkness a figure coalesced they wore mark VIII power armour and the colour is that of the white scars. What shocked Tarkhan more than anything was the face he saw his face smiling at him. Tarkhan pointed his blade at himself “fighting myself? That should be fun..” He watched himself staring blankly at him still holding his smile Tarkhan grunted in annoyance “why don’t you draw your blade if you are me?”

The other him shook his head as he said “you seek danger for the wrong reasons and smile for the wrong reasons.” Tarkhan tutted in annoyance “are you here to lecture me or fight?” His old self began walking around him chuckling “you gave up brotherhood, true joy and companionship to fight with those who bow to yaksha. They don’t even understand what a warrior is. What true art is but you gave in to those who seek degeneracy..”

Tarkhan frowned “so you are here to speak? Disappointing…” Tarkhan charged himself he stood still not even trying to defend himself. Tarkhan frowned “if you were me you would fight back.” Tarkhan slashed himself his blade phased right through. The fake merely shook his head in sadness. “What have we become? You kill for a tyrant and a monster? Why?” Tarkhan grumbled taking a step back “why not? He is wonderful and so is the Khagan.”

His fake self frowned “you even spit on the name of Khagan by giving the title to a yaksha. This is why we never became a captain. We thought we always knew best! What we should of done is-” Tarkhan finished his sentence “temper ourselves? Why? Being calm waiting for our chance we would eventually be replaced by them.”

Tarkhan watched himself point at him “you are afraid of being replaced by the primaris?” Tarkhan chuckled “if you are me you should be as well. For it is true why pick something lesser to lead when you have something better? Being with my New Khan, killing for him I can show that I am better than them. Killing my old Khan and Batu showed me that they were foolish, weak even. After these eight years I have come to realise the stormseers are all foolish there is majesty and greatness in the warp.”

His fake self sighed “I would not be here if a part of you did not think you were on the wrong path. Listen… listen to yourself before it’s too late.” Tarkhan ground his teeth “speak then.”

The one that claims that he is him said “kill your new Kh-” Tarkhan charged foward before letting him finish his sentence to even hear it utter those words he slashed the apparition darkness parted from it’s form but it kept speaking. “Kill your new Khan as your last act as human. Your last act as a white scar.” Tarkhan hissed “shut up! I will never do that! Never!” Tarkhan kept slashing again and again his fake self simply grabbed his sword mid strike holding it in place. “Why not? You have your duty to the white scars to the emperor and to our primarch. Cut the head from the snake of darkness and spare many innocents from his corruption.”

Tarkhan struggled to move the blade he wanted to end the thing before him it made his blood boil. He eyed “himself” “if you are me then you would never do that. A part of you knows how wonderful he is! How powerful! How could we end that! He recognised us! He acknowledged what we are!” His fake self released his blade he staggered back breathing heavily.

Tarkhan pointed his blade at the being who wants to set him astray “he gave us joy!” Tarkhan watched “himself” close his eyes for a moment he opened them saying “yet we also know that many of those traits are skin deep…” Tarkhan charged again his fury spilling from his body what he does now is not for joy. Not to laugh in combat he wants to utterly end this thing.

Tarkhan relentlessly slashed at it relinquishing all technique and thought yet the being still spoke. Even if he closed his eyes or tried to shut his ears it still spoke. “You deny the truth of the matter. What we did was give into the weakness of spirit I tell you as the last remaining dredges of our humanity accept this task before we are lost.” Tarkhan opened his eyes he stopped slashing he panted. “What do you mean?”

His mirror image gestured “look at yourself, look at us.” Tarkhan looked down his legs were being consumed in darkness. He shook his head laughing “it’s a trick isn’t it?” The darkness began trickling slowly up his body his eyes shot up to “himself”. “Stop this now.”

He watched himself shake his head in sadness “this is the pivotal moment if we do our last duty we can be free…” Tarkhan took a step back shaking his head “I won’t do it. Never!” His fake self began pleading “why!? For what!? For a person that will cast you aside if you bore him!? You take heads and laugh for yaksha that are pure misery for the galaxy!? Why!? ”

Tarkhan looked at the darkness it was now reaching his midsection he faced the one who seeks to lead him off his path. To lead him away from his Khan he pointed his blade at “himself.” “you should know it’s only at his side that enables us to laugh while killing and you should know how far I would go for him.”

Tarkhan watched as the eyes of his fake self went wide “no… you wouldn’t!?” Tarkhan grinned “I would.” Tarkhan turned his blade towards himself “you say I should kill him to free myself? I spit on that! I spit on you!” Tarkhan drove his blade into his body with all his might. A surge of pain rushed into his body, agony gripped him he heard “himself” crying out in almost sadness. But he knows it’s a trick if he was truly him he should of seen this coming. Tarkhan pushed the blade in deeper he gasped in pain “this feels… right.. It feels good even. This pain shows I am here. There is joy in this pain.” Tarkhan activated the power field he felt his flesh burning blood pooled down his mouth. “To experience this pain for his sake… I… ca-” Tarkhan collapsed to the ground.

His eyes fluttered his body was going numb and such a fact terrified him he needed the pain to tell himself that he is still here. He wondered if the image was trying to trick him to play at his doubt, his insecurity but that no longer mattered as his vision soon became awashed in darkness. Marthas watched those of the temple train he pushed them far harder than usual Tarkhan’s words aggravated him the savage thinks he is better than those he trained and it’s clear enough that Adelram now has his claws in Silas. Asriel’s words bothered him the most Adelram is an unpredictable maniac it’s clear he has nothing to teach and nothing to show.

He was the one that fixed him when he was broken he was the one who put him back together again after he fell into despair. Marthas ground his teeth “I see the most clearly… the warband flocks to me for my wisdom…” Marthas stared at a pair of Astartes training they stopped and soon everyone stopped. They began grasping their heads they roared in pain, others collapsed to the floor screaming in agony. Marthas furrowed his brow he walked towards an Astartes. He was about to call out but everyone froze their screams of agony vanished. Soon after everyone began evaporating all colour was bleeding away leading to a plain white landscape. Marthas looked around he gripped his weapon Eligos. Yet something was amiss his weapon was not singing he looked up at it “why are you silent?”

He looked around “is this a trick by Adelram?” Marthas began walking he shook his head “this must be his hand.” Marthas called out “so what am I meant to learn then!? What are you trying to show me!?” Marthas heard a crash he faced forward he saw it, the wall covered in dried blood. Marthas shook his head and chuckled “so that’s it?” Marthas strode towards the wall “I am not afraid of you the events on cadia shows how weak you are! The very galaxy shows how weak you are!” Marthas raised his weapon and smashed it shattering it into tiny pieces. Marthas watched it crumble with satisfaction “you are weak and destitute… I enjoy being proven right.. I enjoy watching you crumble and fall.

As Marthas turned as he heard a voice, his voice “who said you were right?” Marthas flicked back the smashed stone came together it reformed into himself. He saw himself when he protected the corrupted and weak foundation. He frowned “ah so I have to face myself then?”
Marthas watched himself nod “indeed. Can you handle it?” Marthas scoffed “indeed I can nothing you say will deter me from my path.” His old self readied his shield and blade as he said “we shall see.” Marths smirked “I have better than I was before…” Marthas readied his weapon his past self charged.

Marthas knew how he fought back then the current weapon he is wielding is perfect against his old self’s weapon set. He would crush him with overwhelming force, break his guard and then attack. Marthas roared as he swung Eligos it crashed into the shield but instead knocking aside the shield his attack was pushed back. Marthas’ eyes went wide “what!?” his old self then slashed causing a gash in his armour as he said “the imperium always finds a way. You know this it is unrelenting and eternal…” Marthas staggered back and hissed “it is not eternal! It’s foundations are weak! Rotten to the core!” Marthas panted he looked at it chest the strike did not reach his skin but the gash is large. “Look at the old me! So foolish! So…” His old self took a step forward “so confident? You speak because you are unsure.” he said flatly.

Marthas ground his teeth he charged again he swung Eligos but whatever is before him held an unnatural strength pushing back each of the blows with the shield. In return he got more gashes and minor wounds. Marthas hissed “there is no way!” His old self pushed forward “there is always a way hence why the imperium stands even when cut in half even when the dark gods scream against the galaxy we will always rage against the dying light.” Instead of a sword slash he instead punched him in the face. Marthas staggered back gripping his face blood trailed down his nose “why am I not winning!? I am stronger! More wiser!” His old self pointed his blade at him “a part of you regrets hence why I exist. A part of you yearns for the imperium a part of you wishes you tried harder.” Marthas spat back “I don’t wish to return! I gave everything up! I-”

Marthas took a step back, his past self charged like a bull unrelenting, focused he spoke calmly “look how afraid you are… you are now weak…” Marthas readied himself “I am not weak!” Marthas waited for him to close in he readied his weapon again and moved to strike the same thing occurred he parried and slashed him across the chest. His reflection then pushed him back slightly with his shield opening Marthas up for another attack and slashed him across the chest again. Marthas coughed heavily he tried to steady his feet but his past self smacked him back with his shield. Marthas crashed to the floor he coughed up blood.

He staggered to his feet gripping his weapon, blood dripping from his chestplate. He stared at him the one who represents all that he was. He stood in place waiting, Marthas did not know what to do. He looked down to Eligos since the fight started he has not landed a single blow.
Marthas spoke blood flaking his lips his voice hoarse “so aren’t you going to attack!?” his old self shook his head slowly. “Run. Heretic.” Marthas wiped his mouth he took a step back he needed to come up with a plan. He turned away and he ran he needed to formulate a plan it’s rare whenever had to do this. He then heard his footsteps following behind him, Marthas called out “if you are me you know this is the exciting part right!? To skirt on the edges of death! T-”

His pursuer his reflection spoke his tone flat “you run in fear heretic don’t try and mask it.” Marthas shook his head annoyance “I-” his other self interrupted again “the imperium is eternal! Strong! You know this hence why you run!” Marthas bit his lip he knew it’s not eternal it has been proven. The imperium is fragmented broken into pieces being torn asunder by the forces of chaos.

Marthas heard his voice again his footsteps thundering “yet you feel no euphoria… no joy…no pleasure at such a fact. Do you remember when you truly felt it? On cadia killing the imperial fists?” Marthas hissed “I was proving them wrong! That they are insane! I-” The voice behind him boomed “Heretics! Always making excuses! Look at you running in fear! You wish to be this! You wish to be fear-incarnate! Look at me! I am unrelenting focused!”

Marthas did not want to look back to give his old self the gratification he needed to think of a plan. He kept running his legs felt oddly heavy he began panting being in such a situation was meant to be exciting, stimulating but it wasn’t. Such a fact aggravated Marthas he roared as he kept running but the more he ran the more weak he felt. His old self called out “the heretic is weak of body and spirit you also should know this.” Marthas shut his eyes “shut up! I am thinking!” His mind raced but after a moment his weapon began to feel heavy second by second weight was being added to it. He looked down at it “why won’t you sing! Wh-” The voice came again from behind him “look at your weapon seeking to leave you. Look at you relying on a daemon.”

Marthas wanted to retort but he put all his effort into holding his weapon but it became too heavy the weapon slipped from his hand. It clanked to the ground Marthas’ hearts sank but if he stopped he will be caught. Without any weapon… the voice came again from behind him. “You will surely die…” Marthas shook his head “I can’t die! I refuse!” he can’t stop he was the one who made Silas who he is. He is the one who bought Adelram up who started him on his path. When they flew into the galaxy almost all of the warband members came to him they came to him to learn from him. His old self then spoke “yet a slave revolt killed them and the one who you thought understood little rose higher than you.”

Marthas hissed “Jedrick was a fool!” The one behind him called out “Jedrick was far more true to himself than you are. He sought the greatest heights not even taking a backwards step and even gladly walked into his death because in the end it is merely another experience. While you are running like a coward masking it as a “high” or a “joy”.” Marthas clenched his eyes shut for some reason those words stung he shook his head he wondered what he would say in this situation. What he would do knowing him if something threatened him in such a fashion he would charge right at it laughing in joy. In this moment he was not laughing, he could not be happy either everything is unravelling again.

Everything is descending into entropy he wondered how Adelram could defeat the one he made perfect. He wondered for what reason would he change so much, he threw away the chance for his father’s love full well knowing that every member of the third would hunt him to the end of his days. Marthas shook his head “he went so far for his sake those two are insane… utterly insane…” His old self spoke out “but now they seek a galaxy of sensation and entropy but you don’t want that. Hence why I am here to punish you for your heresy.” Marthas kept running he ground his teeth he hasn’t done anything wrong. There is reason to his decisions there are none with Adelram’s. He seeks to make the warband perfect to make them the perfect warriors to tear down the edifice but yet… “they keep failing…”

Marthas slowly stopped running and what surprised him is the footsteps stopped he stood still. Just for once he stopped and thought on what he has possibly done wrong where did he go wrong. He thought back to cadia the time when he was killing the imperial fists when he felt so alive he enjoyed killing them there was no reason to it. There was no higher purpose or calling the need to inflict pain, to kill gripped him. On Zatos instead of embracing such a fact he tried to find a way to avoid it. Marthas looked at his hands “there is no reason… no structure just want…” Marthas turned to face himself. He stared at him his old black armour, the insignia of the Black templars. “My old life was so sad, so empty... killing because I was ordered to. Killing in cold detachment because I thought I was delivering justice to heretics. In the end… this galaxy is a charnel house a meat grinder... ” His past self pointed his blade at him “we fought to end it!”

Marthas chuckled “yet times change… I now fight in this playground of carnage… provided by the dark gods. There is no reason to it they want suffering and war… in the case of the dark prince he wants us to enjoy the carnage, the pain. He wants to to experience everything this dark galaxy offers.” Marthas grinned at himself “so come then… punish me for every blow is a monument to this galaxy. My every scream, my even groan of pleasure. So come then…” His old self shook his head “you are truly lost…” Marthas chuckled “I have been lost a long time. But I tell you what? I am far more happier now..”

His ancient self roared and charged, Marthas spread out his arms welcoming it the sword blow came carving apart his armour. Blood sprayed across the ground he soon felt the shield smashing into his face he staggered back coughing heavily. It was so painful but the sensation he felt on cadia and then on Zatos came back in cascades. The need to experience more the pain was almost euphoric. He then felt the sword piecing his body and twisting. Then the shield came again to his face smashing crushing he felt one of his eyes rupturing he groaned. But then it stopped he opened his one ruined eye “why did you stop!? What’s wrong with you!? Are you that weak willed!? Are you afraid to fall with me!?” He watched himself frozen in place shaking his head as he said “why? You enjoy this punishment? Are we that far gone? You enjoy being a sybarite?” Marthas gripped himself he hissed “this is not punishment but prayer! Are you the one frightened now!?”

The blade was then pushed deeper into his body he groaned again whatever is happening now felt right he no longer cared for dying. But for some reason the blade stopped moving again he eyed himself again “you are afraid aren’t you?” what surprised him even more is when the blade was removed his old self stepped back. Marthas collapsed to the ground annoyed he looked up “why did you stop!?” His past self turned away shaking his head he began crumbling slowly to Marthas’ shock. Marthas slammed his fists on the ground “w-why are you running away! C-Come back!” Marthas watched his old self continue to crumble until all that was left was black dust. Marthas hissed he felt his strength ebbing away “coward! I-”Marthas gasped blood began pooling he shook his head “right… this is it…” He took in a breath “I-I w-wonder what dying feels like?” Agony gripped his body as he sank to the ground the white landscape soon sank into darkness.

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lliu wrote:
Very nice! Now we know what the flowers are for. If Adelram just sent the majority of his Astartes to hell, how many are left? As low as when the Slave uprising killed three quarters of them?


Mwhahahahaha....*cough*...mwahahahahaha!
   
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Chapter 23
Asriel moved a piece on the board he gestured to Noxus “your turn.” Noxus gripped a piece delicately with the fingers of his fist it still surprised Asriel that Noxus has such dexterity with it and the fact he can grip the regicide pieces without breaking them. He was about to move until another loud scream was heard from the door he released his hand from the piece and faced the door. “Aren’t you going to check what’s going on?”

Asriel frowned hearing Noxus ask such a question, since they started playing screams and mad ravings could be heard outside. Screams are normal on the ship either in pain on pleasure and at most he can’t be bothered to check because largely he can’t bring himself to care. “No, why should I? I prefer to focus on our game. Now it’s your turn.” Noxus merely sighed as he moved his next piece as the piece moved across the door he then heard a banging at the door and muffled voices screaming in pure agony. Whatever is going on outside must be exciting Asriel thought but for some reason he rather enjoyed being here with Noxus it reminded him of the past and just for a few moments the abyss within his body did not hurt as much.

Noxus stared at the piece he moved “it’s your turn now.” Asriel nodded “right…” He was slowly moving his hand to the piece until he heard another scream. The main issue is that it sounded like someone he knows. Asriel slowly got up from his seat he listened more carefully he sharpened his hearing he picked apart those he cares nothing for until the familiar voice screamed one more time.

Asriel briskly turned towards the door, Noxus grunted in annoyance “I thought you didn’t care?” Asriel turned his head back slightly “there might be someone outside I do actually care about.” Asriel walked to the door he pushed in the code to activate the door as it slid open the smell of blood, excrement and a host of other identifiable smells smashed into his nose.

Walking into the hall he saw corpses littering the hallways, some had eyes shot open with utter terror and some were trapped in pure rapture. The only thing everyone had in common is there were covered in wounds all across their bodies were gashes and wounds. Even eyes, tongues and throats were torn out. In the middle of the hall is an Astartes lying face down surrounded by corpses. Asriel casually turned to the door he put in the code to open it wider and looked at Noxus. “Can you help me bring someone inside?” Noxus gently moved the small table aside where they were playing their game of regicide. He strode towards the door as he entered the hall he spoke in utter shock “by the phoenician!? wha-” Asriel pointed at the face down Astartes “Noxus can you drag him into the room?” Noxus shifted to him he could guess what he is thinking but he had no time for that.

Asriel asked again “can you drag him into your room please?” Noxus sighed he strode over the corpses crushing a few he grasped the Astartes and pulled him into the room. Asriel looked back at the corpses for a moment before walking back in. He then closed the door shutting off the smell.

Noxus placed the Astartes on his back and right away he saw him, he saw Marthas his face is now an utter ruin and his armour bore large sword wounds with blood dripping out. Asriel knelt down and went to work healing his body as the wounds slowly closed Noxus asked. “So do you have any idea what is going on? The corpses outside and Marthas in this condition?” Asriel moved his hand away from Marthas’ body he tapped his chin “I have an idea. I think this is Adelram’s means of renovating the ship and warband.”

Noxus gave a heavy sigh “renovating? You call what is outside renovating?” Asriel gave a curt nod “what would you call it? The fact we are absolutely fine should tell you something.” Noxus fell silent upon Asriel uttering those words he then went back to work healing Marthas. When he moved his hand to his face the bones locked back into place the gashes were closing but one of his eyes that are ruptured won’t heal. Asriel gently placed his fingers on it he then watched the eye flick upon as this happened Asriel quickly drew his hand back. The sclera of Marthas’ eye is now pink while his pupil is now a black slit which is now darting around rapidly.

Asriel looked at the eye now mystified it looked wonderful he wanted it, Asriel tensed his hand using biomancy he began restructuring his black nails into talons. He reached for Marthas’ new eye a part of him knew he would feel slightly better if he had it. As his talons inched closer a hand snapped around his wrist.

The wonderful eye closed and Marthas’ other eye which is normal opened. Asriel frowned “can’t I have it? We are friends right?” Marthas slowly sat up his hood fell off his head he looked at him while still holding his wrist as he said flatly “No. It’s mine.”

He released his wrist, Asriel rubbed it slightly “fine... fine…” Marthas then looked around the room he then looked up at Noxus. “So I am here? Why?” Noxus pointed “I think you should be telling us where you were lying face down surrounded by corpses!” Asriel did wonder what exactly has occurred but he had a good guess Adelram is trying to teach the warband something. Or shape them into an ideal image. “So Marthas did you learn anything?” said Asriel. Marthas gave a slow nod “I did. I learned much about myself and the dark prince. Also the corpses outside? I guess the dark prince found them lacking.” Noxus grunted “I see… anyway I want to sleep. When I wake up we will have another game Asriel.” Asriel nodded “right sleep well.” Noxus then strode over to his usual spot he faced the door and his chassis shifted downwards slightly. After a few seconds of holding that position Asriel can now hear Noxus is sleeping.

Asriel looked over to Marthas and gave him a small smile “so how do you feel now?” Marthas shook his head in annoyance “I feel terrible…” Asriel touched Marthas’ pauldron “welcome to the club then. You will get used to it.” Asriel stood up “I wonder how everyone else is doing?” Mathas put on his hood on and got to his feet as he said “I have a good idea where Adelram is at the moment.” Asriel looked up to Marthas “you do?”

Marthas slowly nodded “yes follow me.” Asriel gave Noxus one last look before following Marthas out of the room.

Silas made is making his way out of his room he relented to eventually investigate because the noises outside seemed unnatural. Screams were normal on the ship, the ones that now emitted from outside were not. As Silas entered the hall he saw corpses littering the entire corridor as he walked his mind wracked with what has just happened. Many of the dead bore faces of terror or rapture staring at them his mind drifted to the conversation he had with Sitri. Silas spoke out loud “this is what the flowers have done? Wha-” His words died on his lips his mind then raced with the possibility wondering if he is infected or that he might end up like the slaves which now littering the halls. Silas looked to his hand he feels fine nothing is amiss, he opened his auto-senses all life signs are normal.

Silas clicked it off considering the slaves are now like this he then thought of the Astartes he swore. Silas broke into a run the bodies of slaves crushing and grinding under his feet he raced towards the temple. Silas wondered what he would find when he got there but for some reason his hearts began twisting in a knot. Whatever Adelram has done the warband will change to how he envisions it. This warband will be his vision from this day onwards as Silas finally made his way to the temple doors he rushed to open it. He strode inside and what he found caused his mouth to hang within his helmet. The statues are smashed blood is staining every inch of the hall walking onwards on the right of the hall were humans wearing black robes, Silas could also spot they were wearing small charms on the dark prince on their robes.

What bothered him even more is that they are placing a white cover over large naked forms and sorting power armour into a pile in the corner. Silas was about to stride over to them in anger and demand an answer until he heard a voice at the other side of the room. “Silas come over.” He turned to see Adelram kneeling down attending to Astartes along with his pet beast watching over him.

What surprised him even more is that Marius and Sebastian were also there he slowly walked over. He could see the Astartes on this side of the hall were alive all of them were gripping their heads in pain or sitting in corners muttering. Silas stood before Adelram who is tending to an Astartes with a large wound on their chest looking at their face he could see it’s Tarkhan. Silas raised his eyebrow “can someone tell me what is going on?” Sebastian looked over at him “it seems our lord gave everyone on the ship a trial some failed others passed.” Marius nodded “aye and few were exempt.” Silas eyed Adelram who was merely smiling as he worked he said “I am surprised it only took largely an hour for all of this to take place.” Tarkhan coughed trying to rise. Adelram pushed him down saying “hold still you impaled yourself with your power sword. I am surprised you still live Tarkhan.”

Tarkhan shook his head “something like this won’t stop me..” he grunted. Looking at this scene in its entirety Silas then asked “where is Marthas?” He faced the other side of the room “is he..” Adelram shook his head as he flatly said “no. he is not among the dead.” Silas gave a small sigh of relief “but staring at the carnage outside and the dead Astartes in the hall a chilling thought gripped him. He shook his head as he quietly said “this will cripple us…” Adelram tapped Tarkhan’s chest which broke Silas’ concentration Silas now stared at Adelram who is smiling casually he stood upright. “It seems all is well.” said Adelram. Silas could not help but frown he wondered what Adelram was thinking doing this he clenched his hands as he said “Adelram can you please tell me the purpose of what you have done?” Marius and Sebastian stared at him like he said something utterly horrific he did not care for the looks he eyed Adelram who is now stroking his chin.

Adelram nodded at him “very well all I have done is expunged the weakness and the refuse from the warband. Those who are too meek or fail to understand the dark prince died I have no idea what trial occurred in everyone’s mind but know this those who died were found wanting they failed me and they failed the dark prince. Still I am surprised I expected only a quarter of the warband to remain not half.” Hearing that Silas wanted to grab him to shake him and yell wondering what gripped him to make such a decision. Silas watched Adelram’s beast standing over Adelram’s shoulder as he said “so everyone will be more happy now right?” Adelram gave a curt nod “indeed Salvador the fruits of this trial is being shown even now.” Adelram pointed at the robed humans, Silas regarded them for a moment “what about them?”

Adelram sighed “think slightly broader my dear brother it’s the markings of a cult they survived a trial through fire and the interesting fact is that many are from the lower levels. They were so eager to serve they prostrated before me to serve all my needs.” Silas then began thinking if they encourage this it could be used to more effectively control the slave population. Silas nodded “I understand I can see it.” Adelram smiled “I knew you would understand. Now I wonder where is Marthas?” As Adelram uttered those words Silas could hear the doors of the temple opening. He looked towards the doors and he saw Marthas walking into the hall with Asriel. Marthas held is weapon Eligos in hand the censer bellowing a surge of pink and purple mist. Asriel looked up to him “it’s good you found your weapon on the way here.” Silas watched Marthas look down to Asriel as he said “I knew were I dropped it. So I wasn’t worried.”

Asriel nodded as they both walked forward, what Silas found strange is that Marthas did not even regard the dead at the other side of the hall. They stopped in front of Adelram who opened up his arms smiling “Marthas you survived!” Marthas gave a long frown in return “yet I feel terrible…” Silas shook his head staring at Marthas’ face he seems changed it’s like he is exuding an aura of wrongness to even touch him he got the feeling that he would tear him apart piece by piece. What put him off even more is that Marthas only had one eye open. Silas walked up to Marthas as he said “are you alright your tem-” Marthas shook his head “what about it?”

Silas furrowed his brow “you don’t care?” Silas could see Marthas now staring at the dead he faced him again after a moment of staring as he said “No I don’t. After this I consider the temple disbanded. The Astartes that followed me should look at themselves and figure out what they want to achieve or which excess they want to follow.” Silas mouth almost fell agape he could not believe what he is hearing. Silas shook his head he looked over to Adelram. “So what now?” Adelram licked his lips “we restructure and grow. After that I want to meet someone…” Silas raised his eyebrow “meet who?”

Adelram relaxed his eyes somewhat he gave a dark grin “the one who largely helped me to become who I am now…” Adelram then looked over to Asriel “go check on my servants I want to know who lives Asriel. Meet me in my chambers after you are done.” Asriel nodded “right.” Silas watched Asriel leave in silence as the doors closed behind him Silas’ mind raced he wondered what will happen from now on? What is Adelram planning to shape the warband into? His mind kept dancing with more and more questions but a part of him could not help but feel things are going to be much more exciting from now on. Asriel strode out the temple he tapped his feeting wondering who to check on first he nodded after a moment. “Camilla first then.” Asriel made his way to her room a part of him wondered whether she is alive or not considering her talent he felt she had a chance. As he walked he saw serfs wearing strange charms beginning to clean up the bodies littering the halls.

He stared at them for a moment a few began staring at the the pin on his cloak they got to their knees. Asriel stopped walking in confusion he stared at the bowing serfs. “Why are you bowing?” He regarded them they held their silence which annoyed him he pointed at one of them. “I asked a question why are you bowing?”

The one he pointed to looked up “you wear their holy symbol you are marked with the demi-gods favour…” Asriel raised his eyebrow a thin smile lined his lips “I see… so what do you think of what has occured on the ship?” The serf gulped “the priests say it was divine punishment. We did not pursue excess hence why the daemons appeared in the past. After that we were beaten down by the old master and now a wave of death gripped the ship the dark prince is displeased…” the serf looked up his eyes now consumed in a mad fervour “we have much to make up for…”

Asriel tapped his chin for a moment he felt giddy for some reason his mind raced with what antics this new cult will get up to he nodded. “Well back to work then you don’t want to displease our lord do you?” The serf buried his head into the floor as he said “no I do not.” Asriel continued to walk to Camilla’s room as he made his way to her door he stopped in front of it.

He could not hear anything, he knocked lightly waiting for a response after a few moments he knocked harder and still no response. He flicked open the panel on the side and inputted the override. The door slowly slid open he walked into the room he finally saw Camilla. He saw her lying on the ground her throat torn open, her eyes bloodshot and her body covered in fresh wounds. Her violin is smashed into splintered and her nails is matted in gore.
Asriel regarded her for a moment he shook his head “how disappointing Adelram is going to miss hearing you play.” he walked over to her bed and pulled of the white cover he then placed it upon her body and wrapped it up. Asriel silently walked out of the room he spotted a member of the new cult he called them over. He gave a small bow before asking “is something wrong?”

Asriel pointed in the room “there is a corpse in there that needs cleaning.” The serf gave another bow “I will get to it.” Asriel nodded he was about to walk away but stopped for a moment he asked the serf a question. “What is being done with the human corpses? If I may ask?” The cultist blinked he then placed his hand to his chin “our lord said to have the bodies broken down and shot out into space. I recall he announced that he considered those that don’t survive to be refuse unworthy of his presence.” Asriel could not help but give a hard laugh in response such an action suits his character now and what’s odd he likes that about him. Asriel gestured to the cultist “I see. Thank you for the information you may get to work.” The cultist bowed before entering Camilla’s room. Asriel then thought of who he should visit next. He smiled “how about Isabella?” his heart began beating rapidly at the prospect of seeing her dead. His mind raced wondering what state she will be in when he finds her.

Asriel made his way to Isabella’s room snickering to himself, he eventually made his way to her door. He knocked once he waited for a moment he then knocked one more time and this time there was a response. The door slid open to reveal Isabella wearing a gown that bore a mix of colours from pink to blue and even purple. Asriel gave a groan of annoyance seeing her well, in return Isabella beamed brightly. “Asriel you never come to visit me what’s the matter?”

Asriel sighed “Adelram wanted me to check up on everyone it seems you are fine. So I will be going.” Asriel turned away but he felt his wrist being grabbed he frowned “what is it?” He could hear Isabella mumbling “I want to talk.” Asriel raised his eyebrow “what about?” Asriel ripped his wrist from her hand he faced her. To his surprise he saw a small amount of concern.

She gestured into her room “can you please come in?” Asriel sighed he walked into her room upon entering he looked around. The room for one is extremely large and every inch of the room is covered in pink silk. At the end of the room is a large double bed that seems far to large even for two people and around the room were small tables that bore wine bottles and glasses on the surface. Asriel then heard the door closing, Isabella walked to a nearby table she gestured for him to sit with her.

Asriel strode to the table he sat down on the chair. Isabella grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses she poured a glass for herself and one for him. She pushed the glass forward, Asriel looked at the dark liquid. He grabbed the glass and sipped and to his shock it tasted it good it was almost hard to keep himself from drinking the whole glass but what concerned more is that Isabella wants to talk. Asriel placed the glass down “so what is it?” Isabella sipped at her glass she looked down into the swirling liquid “what do you think of what just happened?” Asriel crossed his arms “nothing to be honest. But I do think things are going to be better.” Isabella began tracing her finger around her glass thinking her eyes fluttered “I see… so I wonder am I the first? To be checked upon?” Asriel shook his head “no I went to see Camilla first.”

Isabella then stared at him he could see she had a good guess of her fate. “So she is dead?” Asriel inclined his head “yes does that bother you?” Asriel took another sip from his glass he wondered what is in it he has never enjoyed drinking this much. Asriel eyed Isabella waiting for her response. Isabella smiled while taking another sip from her glass “it bothers me but I am not concerned for her fate.”

Isabella licked her lips as she swirled the glass “I assume you did not fall into the vision or trial?” Asriel raised his eyebrow “no, I was playing regicide with Noxus while everything was happening outside.” Isabella shook her head while chuckling “I did… I was back at my home before the war. Before I learned more about the galaxy. I saw myself happy smiling even what surprised me even more is that I had a husband he was so beautiful. When I saw that I realised what was before me was not the past but what could of been. I stared at this scene and I saw myself turning regarding me as she said a part of me wishes I had this.” Isabella fell silent for a moment her hands were shaking as she took another sip of her glass. Asriel suddenly grew interested for some reason he took another swig of his glass “please continue your story it’s interesting.” Isabella perked up in surprise she gave a soft smile she then sighed slightly. “My… other self pulled me along showing me the rest of my house how wonderful it looked. She even showed me her collection of prayer books to the emperor along with the statues of imperial saints. She then talked of how better life was or could of been if…” Isabella stared at him for a moment Asriel narrowed his eyes at her. “Is that regret I hear?”

Isabella grinned she shook her head “if I had regret I think I would be dead at the moment wouldn't I?” Asriel drained the rest of his glass he grabbed the bottle to pour himself another. “True if you had a measure of regret I assume you would of ended up like poor Camilla.” Asriel pushed the wine bottle slightly forward, Isabella then refilled her glass she continued her story. “Indeed I would...So after that she took me outside to show me all of my “friends” and the connections I had I watched myself continue to bay at the things I lost. The things I could not have.” Isabella clenched her wine glass slightly “I then asked to be taken back to my “home.” I watched myself oblige as she escorted me back and Asriel do you know what I did soon as I got back?”

Asriel shook his head slowly this story for some reason has captivated his entire attention he drank deeply from his wine glass. “No tell me.” Isabella placed her glass down she gave a dark grin that caused a small ember to build in Asriel’s empty heart. Isabella’s voice grew dark “I asked her to escort me to my husband I proceeded to ravish him, tear him apart he is beautiful and he is mine so I could do that right? I enjoyed every part of it I watched myself look at me in pure and utter horror. After that I began tearing apart my lovely house it looked boring in my eyes utterly boring. I then burned all the prayer books and used the blood of my “Husband” to deface all the statues in the houses.”

Asriel felt his hand shaking for a moment he gripped it to calm himself before taking another sip. Isabella in return calmed down slightly she sipped from her glass, Asriel waited for the next part yet she would not speak. They just drank in silence, Asriel placed his empty glass down. “So what happened next?” Isabella refilled both their glasses she smiled. “I proceeded to visit each of my new friends and make them mine after that I killed them and destroyed their houses. Once I looked upon my work… I called it good. What is before me now is far more beautiful and wonderful.”

Isabella drained a great amount of her glass before placing it on the table. “I watched myself my boring self shaking her head in disgust. She no longer looked at me in horror and when I saw that face I said to myself. How could I make such a disgusting face? So I assaulted the other me I changed her face to one of rapture yet before I could finish she crumbled away and I awoke on my bed.”

Asriel watched Isabella grab her glass she drank the rest of it in one go. She licked her lips “so I walked around the halls and found strange cultists cleaning up the bodies I questioned them and gathered our lord had something to do with this.” Asriel inclined his head “indeed he does so what have you learned?” Isabella shook her head chuckling “I wonder if you have learned anything Asriel?” Asriel raised his eyebrow “what do you mean?” Isabella pointed at him “what if you fell under the trial and failed? What would our lord think of you then? I wonder what would he say at the death of Camilla?” Asriel disliked where this conversation is going but for some reason he blurted out loud “he would be disappointed and would forget me I guess…”

Isabella nodded “yet I have a good feeling he now loves us even more for passing or being exempt from whatever trial came upon us.” Asriel looked down at his glass “the gods can give and take away…we would not even see it coming...” Asriel mumbled he did not realise he would get into such a conversation with Isabella. Adelram’s words in the docking bay area came surging back.

Isabella frowned “what I realise if we don’t keep pushing the boundaries trying new things we will fall to the wayside and our wonderful lord will not even give us a moment of regard if we do. Yet I still can’t help but adore him.”

Asriel scratched his head hearing Isabella’s words he grumbled “I see your point… Adelram might do something similar again at a moments notice…” Asriel rose from his chair he nodded for some reason after that story he felt a small ember flicking growing slightly in his heart. “I thank you for the story Isabella.” Isabella gave him a gentle smile “think nothing of it. I assume you have things to do?” Asriel looked to the door “indeed I do.” Asriel began making his way to the door he stopped before leaving. He looked at Isabella for a moment as he said “I think I will visit you more often. What do you think of that?” Isabella’s eyed him she held her smile from before “I look forward to it. Please visit often.” Asriel returned a smile before leaving the room.

Asriel stood in the hallway the new cult at work cleaning up the bodies he stared at them he began speaking to himself “that could of been me… I wonder Adelram. After you have seen perfection and desire incarnate what are we next to that?” Asriel strode down the hall to continue his task his mind adrift after the conversation he had with Isabella.

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That's pretty cool that the warband was better than Adelram thought. I like the idea of facing the Imperial version of yourself in this trial.

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That's pretty cool that the warband was better than Adelram thought. I like the idea of facing the Imperial version of yourself in this trial.


Yeah you could also say that what they also saw was the last vestiges of their humanity at the same time. In Adelram's mind he is like humanity? wuzzat? That thing that get's in the way of doing what you want? I don't like it!

Also another aspect is that those chosen a part of themselves might be unsure with their decisions.

Glad you like the chapter.

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Chapter 24

Walking to the next location he still thought on the conversation he had with Isabella, Asriel knew that Adelram would be happy if he does more he does not expect it from him but subtly he could see the cue’s that he wanted him to try. He scratched the back of his head in frustration the ember he felt in Isabella’s room has vanished and in the place of that he wanted another glass of that wine.

He thought about heading back and asking her for a bottle just one bottle, but he decided against it. Asriel sighed “finish the task first…” he trudged onwards towards Lily’s room as he approached he recalled she is somewhat of an enigma it’s clear she is not one of the faithful but at the same time it would be bad if the captain of the ship died. Asriel walked to to her door and knocked he waited for a moment until the light next to the number panel chimed green. The door slowly slid open, as he stepped inside the room he saw Luke lying on the bed staring at him he is clearly dead. His face is gashed and his arms and hands clearly bare wounds.

At the foot of the bed are two children with blonde hair crying over his corpse, he looked to his right to see the person who let him in. He saw Lily standing at his side staring at the bed to Asriel her eyes seem distant. He drew in her expression he could not even feel an ounce of remorse or sadness “you don’t care do you?” Her head slowly turned towards him she looked like she was about to say something. Asriel relaxed his eyes somewhat Lily gave a weak smile “am I that obvious?” Asriel faced Luke’s corpse “yes you are. So tell me did anything happen?” Lily shook her head slowly “I just watched Luke collapse to the ground I told my kids to stand back as Luke frantically tore at himself. I merely watched…” Asriel raised his eyebrow hearing that “you just watched?”

Lily looked to her hands “I did, my kids begged me to help their father but I wanted to watch to understand who he is. As he died he cried out for his parents not to hit him..” Asriel looked at Luke’s ashen face it all made sense considering how he acted in the past he was most likely abused by his parents. “So tell me Lily did he say anything else?” Lily turned her head to him “he did do you want to hear?”

Asriel faced her and inclined his head “I do.” Lily faced forward she leaned back on the wall slightly and closed her eyes. “As it went on he revealed he killed his parents in his mad ravings. It was like he was arguing with himself whether he enjoyed it or not. Whether they deserved it or not. In the end before he died he said he was sorry…” as she finished speaking Asriel watched her slowly open her eyes. Her face screwed into confusion “I can’t even bare a single tear. I am a horrible person aren’t I?”

He listened to all of this he gave a thin smile “you are not horrible because you never cared for Luke in the first place.” he looked over to her two kids staring at them for a moment “you got what you needed from him.” Lily bought her eyes to her children she mouthed slowly “yes I did…” Asriel folded his arms “if he wanted to be with you he would of not died. He allowed the weight of what his parents did and his justified act to defeat him from what I hear he did nothing wrong but in the end he relented and so he died.” Lily echoed his words “so he died…” she sighed “tell me what are being done with the corpses?”

Asriel eyed the door “a cult is cleaning them up. The bodies will be broken down and shot into space. I assume if you just leave the corpse outside it will be taken care of.” Lily gave a weak chuckle she stared at Luke’s corpse “I see… I will let them say goodbye to their father for a while longer before I place him outside.” he bought his eyes to Luke’s corpse as well “very well..It seems you are well I shall leave for now.” Asriel was about to turn until he heard another knock on the door. Lily moved to open the the door and the person who stepped in wore a fine red dress along with her headband. Lily moved aside as the visitor slowly walked into the room. Asriel spoke in surprise “Elizabeth what are you doing here?” Elizabeth flinched slightly she held her hands together meekly “I came to check on Lily…” Lily gave slight frown “I am fine I was just getting ready to move Luke’s body.”

Elizabeth’s eyes went wide she looked around the room eventually she bought her eyes to Luke’s corpse she shook her head “I-” Lily narrowed her eyes at her “don’t say it. There is no point.” Asriel stared at Elizabeth she seemed fine so that is another person he doesn’t need to check he only has one more and it’s likely Seasha is fine considering her nature. He has to check on Caius he is the last. Asriel stretched slightly “right I will be leaving I have things to do.” Elizabeth frowned “don’t either of you care?” hearing Elizabeth say those words annoyed him slightly “no I don’t also don’t pretend you care either.” he could see she was about to protest but her words died in her throat she looked away and that said everything.

Asriel pointed at her “considering you are alive you are just like the rest of us. Don’t try to consider yourself different. You are not special..” Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him he can see the anger surfacing “I don’t need to take that from you! You weren’t even here! We-I had to endure being degraded! Used! Having to soil myself on my throne! Being force fed!” Asriel watched her tantrum “wel-” He was about to say something Elizabeth stabbed her finger into his chest cutting him off she continued her onslaught. “You think you are above everyone else! You are not special!” She gestured to herself and Lily “we were here before you! We know our lord far longer than you have! Yet he fawns over you like you are his son!” hearing this Asriel felt the need to reach for the knife at his belt at most he gripped it. “Elizabeth watch what you say….” said Asriel.

Elizabeth clenched her hands “Lily won’t say it but I will! All you are is trouble! Nothing but trouble and how you act!? Watching it!? After all I have been through it aggravates me!” Asriel gave a chuckle hearing this he looked over to Lily “what makes you think she agrees with you? Aren’t you just assuming?” Elizabeth looked at Lily for some reason he also found himself staring at her. He waited but she simply stared blankly at him she turned head away after a moment. “I think you should leave Asriel.” said Lily.

When she told him to leave Asriel could not help but sigh heavily they blame him for their eight years of suffering still. They won’t look to Adelram because they most likely cannot see fault in him anymore especially after this event so instead they turn their gaze to him. He gave a casual shrug “very well I shall go.”

He turned to the door and opened it and left without another word as he left he could still feel Elizabeth’s stare stabbing into his back. Now in the halls of the ship again for some reason he still felt annoyed and he is still holding the handle of his blade. Asriel briskly walked to Caius’ workshop trying to push Elizabeth’s words out of his mind. He hissed to himself “she is wrong… I should of…” His mind crossed with the thought of killing her he should of done that. Asriel shook his head he needed to focus on his task he walked onwards. As he made his way he can tell the halls are being cleared up and now the cult is as work clearing up as much of the blood as they can. A part of him felt that how the blood splattered on certain parts of the walls actually made interesting and strange patterns and at several points he told the workers not to clean certain sections, eventually he reached the doors of Caius’ workshop. As he got close to the doors the automatic doors slid open stepping into the workshop itself he saw Caius at a table tinkering at a device.

Asriel approached Caius saying “so you are alive and well Caius.” Caius’ head perked up he turned as he said “Oh it is you.” Asriel smiled “indeed it is me how are you?” Caius silently went back to tinkering his device it annoyed Asriel slightly “you could at least say something?” Caius stopped he grumbled slightly “you never make conversation with me. If you are I know that you are annoyed with something. As always those who are not close with the machine let trivialities cloud their thinking…” Asriel frowned perhaps Elizabeth’s words are bothering him now he regrets not actually killing her.

He then walked over to Caius “I am surprised you survived.” Caius released a long stream of binary he flicked towards him. “You are interrupting me just like he was interrupting me.” Asriel raised his eyebrow “he?” Caius went back to tinkering the tendrils that came from his robe grabbed a tool from the other end of the table. “He said to change and perfect devices is heresy. The only heresy is letting things rust, letting it wither. One should always try to make things better more perfect.” Asriel listened to this he found it interesting that the tech-priest worships the dark prince in his own way. “So you no longer worship the ominssiah then?”

Caius looked up from his device “I still believe in the ominssiah I merely believe he is not an aspect of the emperor. The emperor who sits on a failed device that no one understands or wishes to truly understand. To perfect it.” Asriel smiled hearing this “I see your perspective is quite interesting. I think you learned much from this event.”

The tech priest released an unnatural growl from under his hood he pointed his tool at him. “Yet you feel you have nothing to learn?” Asriel shook his head “I do… it-” Caius put the tool on the table. “I worked with many in my long years. Looking at you to me you are assuming you know or understand things above everyone else. That you don’t need to upgrade that you don’t need to get closer to the omnissiah. Astartes Adelram still thinks like an Astartes when he finds something more efficient to use he will use it and when it’s no longer efficient? He will discard it.”

Asriel narrowed his eyes at Caius as he flatly said “he won’t discard me. Never. I know I have to keep up things could ch-” Caius lowered his tool “things are changing, all the parts are changing. Things are being added, removed or even destroyed to make a even more efficient machine. I tell you this don’t become a rusty and useless piece because if you do you will be removed.” he fell silent hearing this, Asriel looked to his hands he searched for that empty feeling in his body. Hearing Caius say those words caused the abyss to become painful for some reason it was like it’s now strangling his heart.

He shook his head “I see… I thank you for the advice.” Caius merely gave him a look and then bought all his attention to his work. Asriel took that at as a hint he wants him to leave so he left. Exiting the workshop Asriel sighed “have I learned anything…?” he then began to make his way to Adelram’s chambers.

Asriel stood in front of the doors he pushed them open. As the doors slowly opened he smelt cooked meat for some reason as he walked inside he saw Salvador sitting on the floor in front of a large silver pantry dish which is full of meat. He sniffed the air he felt his mouth watering and a rumble in his gut. He creased his brow “finish the task for him first…” He bought his eyes to Adelram’s throne he saw him casually sitting watching Salvador salivate at the meat.

He walked foward, Adelram bought his eyes to him “so you are back…” Asriel nodded “yes I am done with the task.” His lord gave a gentle smile in return “I see.” His words caused him to frown “so that’s it?” Adelram raised his eyebrow “that’s what?” Asriel crossed his arms “do you want to know who lives?” his master rested his face on his fist slightly he also held his smile from before. “Oh yes do please tell me.”

Asriel inclined his head “Camila and Luke are dead. Everyone else is alive I assume the “guest” in my room is well considering her nature.” Adelram gave him a curt nod “I see..” Asriel clenched his hands again in annoyance. He stared at Adelram’s features for a moment and a small thought struck him. He most likely either knows who is alive or dead or he might not actually care. Thinking such a thought caused him to grimace slightly as his face distorted Adelram grin increased in size in reaction. He did not say a word and that is all he needed. Asriel was about to speak to ask why he sent him on such a task instead he looked over to Salvador who has begun eating. He silently walked over to him and sat down on the other side of the pantry dish.

Salvador smiled “do you want some brother?” Asriel looked down at the glistening meat he saw chunks of brown meat, hearts, livers and a host of other organs. Asriel looked up to Adelram “where has this meat come from?” His lord gave a small shrug “it came from the bodies of the Astartes who died. I had their progenoid glands removed first. Since Salvador did a good job guarding my servants for eight years I thought to give him a little reward.

Asriel held his gaze on the food “so this is a reward?” Adelram inclined his head “yes it is and Salvador told me wonderful stories of how he took on my brothers. It swelled my heart to hear them Asriel.” He could hear the approval in his voice the amount of pride and happiness he had for Salvador. He looked up to his brother and then down to the food. Asriel began stuffing his mouth with meat he ate as much as he can.

Salvador moaned in sadness “brother you are eating everything!” Salvador in turn began stuffing his mouth with meat along with him. Asriel kept eating the meat tasted wonderful the pain he felt in his body was vanishing his heart no longer felt constricted. He picked up a heart and tore at it his fangs tore large chunks out of the meat the mutation made it quite useful in eating the muscle.

Asriel felt his tail swishing as he ate, the surrounding room began draining away he could not see anything he just focused on the meal. After a moment eating he began to feel full but a part of him recalled that he is watching he had to keep eating. Asriel swallowed he felt the food moving down his body he reached for another piece he then felt a strange weight on his head. He looked up to see Adelram holding his head along with Salvador’s he began stroking it while smiling. “You two are quite hungry perhaps if you please me in the future I might prepare something similar?” Salvador nodded aggressively as he swallowed. “Yes please! It tastes so good!”

Asriel looked at the remaining meat it is almost all gone there is one piece of meat which is closer to Salvador he reached over and grabbed it which caused Salvador to cry out “t-that’s mine!” Asriel stuffed the meat into his mouth. Salvador’s bovine ears lowered in sadness “I wanted that…” Adelram looked down at him as he sternly said “that belonged to Salvador Asriel.” he could see his lord was still holding his gentle smile he was not cross with him. Even so he sighed and looked at Salvador. “Sorry.”

Salvador’s ears rose again he smiled showing his teeth “it’s okay I assume you were really hungry!” Asriel wiped his mouth with his hand “we have to work hard so we can get more meals like this.” Salvador nodded “yes we do!” Asriel looked up to Adelram “so what are we doing after this?” As he said those words he felt an unnatural chill in the air, Asriel held his gaze upon his lord waiting for his answer. His smile vanished as he said flatly “we must prepare to visit someone special. I am eager to meet him Asriel.” Asriel blinked several times “do I know this person?” His lord gave him a strange look the chill subsided as the warmth of the room crashed into his body. “You do actually know him and I think you will be quite happy with what I have in mind for this person.”

Asriel then folded his arms his mind began racing wondering who his lord wants to meet.

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A Short chapter since I am planning stuff for the next. It's going to be quite long.

Chapter 25

He breathed in the incense letting it fill his lungs, he sat crossing his legs, his eyes are closed searching for the meaning of this omen. Sweat dripped down his brow as his soul plummeted through the tides of the warp returning on old pacts. He questioned daemons of the great changer and scryed the tides of the warp and only one answer comes. “My doom…” said Izel.

He took another deep breath he inhaled as much of the incense he could muster he felt his mind splintering. He searched for the meaning of his doom what is coming to end him? Who seeks his end? Trying to grasp for that future all he sees is darkness he wondered if someone or something is blocking him from seeing that thread. Izel flicked his eyes open the warp drained away and his room is now bleeding into his vision slowly.

Izel hissed he locked his eyes shut again he can’t give up he will change it. He is a master of fate, favoured by the greater changer. He focused again and bought the future into view he clutched it tightly with his mind, Izel soul burned as he tried to pierce the darkness to at least get a hint to avert a possible disaster. He pulled at the darkness with all his might he saw a crack a slither of light he tugged harder, tearing away a small piece of the darkness his mind twitched in pain with such an action.

He stared at the hole he now made it’s so small but it might just save him. He drifted closer bringing his eyes to the light. Narrowing his eyes at it he saw something slithering through a pink wisp slipped through and the hole closed behind it. Izel searched for the wisp as it frantically moved around him the shimmering wisp glowed brightly in the darkness. He tried to reach for it but it slipped through his fingers the wisp suddenly hissed at him it took the form of a snake and launched itself at him.

The snake wrapped around his neck constricting it he thrashed trying to remove it, Izel summoned of a surge of psychic power. His soul shone with a brilliant light but something was different a sense of euphoria gripped him as his power surged through his soul. He gasped “s-stop!” a voice then shuddered through his mind and soul. The voice creased it gently the voice prickling at the pleasure centre's of his mind “”I have found you…” Izel struggled he hated this sensation the voice kept pounding within his mind and sending reverberations of pleasure through his soul and mind. “My dear brother how lonely you are watching after statues. They are the altar of your hubris but do not worry… you will be joining a new family where you will know happiness, for I am coming to retrieve you...since I care for you a gift while you wait for me...

The snake squeezed tight the head of the snake stared at him and shot into his mouth forcing itself down. Izel gagged as a wave of ecstasy cascaded through his soul slowly the snake slithered down his body. His eyes flicked open the darkness bled away to reveal his room. He fell to his knees gagging. The snake is still within his body he could feel it still slithering down twisting within his body. He clawed at his chest the waves of sensation he felt is too much he coughed as the snake crashed into his stomach. He could feel it slithering in his gut the waves of pleasure began to ebb away slowly Izel panted, spittle flaking his lips “who… or what…. Was that!?”

Slowly he sat upright and wiped his mouth he then touched his stomach he could not feel the snake. Nor pleasure either he shook his head. “There is no way a degenerate could get the one up on me!?” Izel closed his eyes he sent waves of his power through his body searching for any irregularities. He poured the most power into his stomach to purge whatever is in his body.

Soon as power touched that area he spasmed as a jolt euphoria shot through his body. He ground his teeth in frustration he sent even more power towards it his nerves lit up his lips trembled he shouted “w-why! I-I….” the pleasure shockwaves is causing his body to seize up he can’t concentrate, his mind too addled as his body is gripped in throes of rapture.

The power he sent through his body died with his concentration he fully collapsed to the ground gasping for air as the sensation slowly drained from his body. “I-I...need to prepare…” he recalled the words of the voice, Izel tried to rise from the floor but his body felt completely drained. He willed himself to rise staggering at the same time. He looked over to his throne where his staff and helmet is resting. Slowly he walked to it each step heavy, approaching his throne he gripped his helmet and slowly placed it on, after that his fingers edged slowly to his staff.

His stomach turned for some reason as his fingers locked around his staff. Izel clutched his eyes shut. He thought about the warning again he must prepare in case of… The lights in his room suddenly flicked to red warning sirens chimed loudly. Izel hissed in annoyance “he is here already!?” With his staff to balance himself he made his way to the door perhaps if he kills the one who placed this “curse” on him his doomed future will not come.

Izel staggered out of the room hoping, praying this is the case.

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Eternally-Stimulated Slaanesh Dreadnought





Chapter 26
His hand flicked with ethereal energy the alarms on the ship roared ordering everyone to battlestations. Adelram placed his helmet on humming a small tune to himself he has come to save someone. He comes to bring his desire the only problem is that he does not realise it yet. The hatch of the dreadclaw drop pod opened as the gears within the machine moved Marthas approached, looking at him with one eye.

Marthas clearly looked weary, drained of all energy but that would soon change he looked at his ashen face. “You would not feel so tired if you use your other eye dear brother..” His dark apostle bought his plain eye upon him it looked clearly fatigued. “I don’t want to… not yet… I…” his voice trailed off, Adelram grasped his pauldron “you will go all out once we greet our cousins?” Marthas slowly nodded he rubbed his eye slightly. “Are you ready to take on their leader? Thousand sons are made up of powerful sorcerers.” Adelram gave a small chuckle he wondered how Izel is enjoying his gift at the moment. What he feels now is a mere taste of what he will acquire once he brings him over. “Do not worry Marthas I have prepared accordingly.” he began switching on the autosenes within his helmet. “From here things will change. I wonder how everyone will react to the sight of blood now? The din of battle and the cacophony of war? What will everyone do once the battle is finished and the chattel is there for us to use as we see fit?”

He could see Marthas is now confused wondering what he is talking about, Adelram removed his hand from Marthas’ pauldron he gestured to the dreadclaw “you wonder what I am talking about? You will see once we land upon the thousand son ship. Everyone is entering the dreadclaws. The remaining human forces are the thunderhawks with Salvador and Asriel leading them. Also he was somewhat eager to go with them at the least minute I doubt Asriel knows he is with them on the assault on the docking bay. And us?” he looked around he had this dreadclaw reserved only for both of them. “I want to see how you will react to battle personally…” His dark apostle was about to say something. To ask a question his words began spilling from his mouth but he ignored them. There is no more time for words. No more time to indulge in conversation, Adelram was eager to get to Izel. He needed to see him.

Silas strapped himself into the dreadclaw ironically his terminator squad survived whatever happened on the ship. They all sat in silence waiting for the launch it was so strange how this attack happened it was like Adelram knew exactly where the ship was going to be. He shrugged “no longer matters now…” His hearts constricted in excitement to be launched into battle. To hear the sounds of gunshots and the screams of the dying.

After a moment the hatched closed he flicked through his auto senses making sure everything is in order. He soon felt the dreadclaw shuddering as it launched into space swimming in the void towards the thousand son ship. His terminator amour began preparing to absorb the impact of the dreadclaw crashing into the ship. The feed within his helm detailed the shock absorbers going online and then came a thud. That even in the heavy plate of terminator armour caused him to buckle in his seat slightly.

Silas undid his belt he ordered “everyone get ready!” His terminators gave a curt nod in approval as they undid their belts. He faced the hatch as the melta’s began cutting into the ship his feed within his helm counting down 3...2….1. The hatch opened Silas rushed forward onto the ship. Stepping onto the ship itself he felt strange, like a part of him just died.

He couldn't feel his nerves, the adrenaline completely vanished and his mouth felt dry at the same time. Silas shook his head “what is going on?” He looked over to his terminators he could see by their body movements they felt the same. As he took another step he felt a strange empty feeling in his gut. Weariness began to set into his body. He grunted “I feel….” the words slurred as they passed his lips.

His power sword also began to also feel heavy, even with the supported strength of the terminator armour he had trouble moving around his sword. Silas looked down the hall, compared to their ship this one looked like a macabre library blue torches lined the ship walls, strange glowing symbols were also carved into the wall, papers, books and scrolls are also scattered on the floor.

Silas could see they were not prepared for this attack, his mind tried to formulate a plan moving forward but nothing would come. He is using all his energy just trying to stand up right. Then he heard boots banging on the floor, the sound creeping closer and closer until out of the darkness he saw humans wielding las-guns. They wore flak vests mixed with blue robes.

Looking at the dregs of the thousand sons he could see the sweat dripping down their brow, their eyes consumed with fear. Watching this swelled Silas’ hearts for some reason he wanted to see their reactions when he crashes into them. To spit on that hope, to drink up their despair to see their blood gushing to the floor staining the papers they now tread upon. He needed to kill them. He needed to see their agony. Silas felt his nerves tingling slightly he took a step forward and broke into a run.

His feet thundered as trudged towards the humans, his terminators followed behind him. The cultists of the thousand sons fired their las-guns in unison. Las-fire trailing down the hall. The shots dinged upon his plate the sound of las-fire cracking upon his armour filled his ears his mouth became moist again. Slowly the cultists edged closer and closer his hearts tightened in anticipation his mind raced.


He hefted his power sword he could feel some of the weight he felt before drifting away. Silas watched their faces he needed to keep his eyes on their faces as he crashed into them, a few strides more, just a few more steps and then he can drink in their agony. Another stream of las-fire erupted down the hall, this is their last volley before their torment can begin. Silas approached the cultists like a shark seeking prey he took one more step his shadow loomed over the first cultist as his frame crashed human and then Silas saw it. The despair gripping their face, the fear of death and the torment and pain that now grips their face in its entirety.

The human was sent flying into the air a stream of blood erupting from their broken body as they cracked upon the ground with a thud. All his terminators crashed into combat shattering the cultists’ resolve. He could see some of them were breaking way due to the assault. Silas roared “you will not run!” His blade began hewing through cultists. But for some reason the tingling of his nerves were subsiding, his mind roared telling him. That this is not enough, this is far from enough.

Feeling such a sensation he deactivated his power sword and swept his sword through the humans. Now he could hear the breaking of bone, the sound of the sword moving through their bodies also changed. The tingling sensation in his nerves returned he then twisted around and grabbed the head of a fleeing human with his free hand. They thrashed in his grip clawing and splintering their nails trying to escape. Silas squeezed slowly the screams erupting from the human sent a chill of ecstasy through his body.

The bone within the human’s head is buckling under his grip and soon it gave a wonderful crack as he clutched his hand fully and a stream of gore dripped down his hands. He dropped the corpse and looked around. The humans were dead, a heat gripped his body but as the seconds ticked away he felt a chill. His nerves are dying again, he felt his mouth drying. The weight of his sword began increasing, feeling all of this again vexed him.

Silas hissed at his terminators “we need to find more of the enemy! Now!” all of the terminators gave a curt nod of approval. Silas turned to face down the hall and broke into a run again. Crushing the remains of the humans they have killed, hearing the crunch under his boots bought a thin smile on his lips, but as they moved further into the hall the sound vanished. This caused a scowl to line his features and the frustration came back in great cascades.

Marius unhinged his mouth releasing a stream of sonic waves at the gors. They squawked and cried as they were turned to red mist. He could see sebastian slowly making his way down the hall with a group of Astartes slicing away at the tzaangors that tried to approach. Marius leveled his sonic blaster with his noise marines he wanted to take this slow. Stepping onto the ship for some reason caused an almost maddening deprivation of his senses. He is used to feeling it but now? It’s feels like he is dying. They would kill and feel waves of euphoria, but once the enemy is killed the deprivation comes back.

It comes back like a hound hackling at one’s ankles but feeling like this did not exactly bother him all it does is cause him to come up with more creative ways to kill, It shows him that he should fully embrace the cacophony war. That there is still joy and delight to be had in making music for his enemies. The tzaangors gave a sharp squawk as they charged again. Marius narrowed his eyes. “Hear the song of slaanesh…” he fired is sonic blaster in unison with his noise marines the waves of sound cascaded down the hall. The unnatural sound warping the metal of the ship. Marius boomed “change frequency and release!” at once his kakophoni did as they bade they worked the sonic blasters in a swift motion and fired again.

The second wave of sound trailed after the first causing the sound wave consuming the hall to reverberate loudly, Marius felt his ears bleeding. The sound was like a crack and then a boom even Sebastian and the Astartes that followed him were reacting well to his song. Marius grinned “the best part is coming…” he stared at the tzaangor’s as the first part of the wave crashed into them. The sound peeled away skin causing large pieces to slop to the floor with a splat.

The tzaangor’s began shrieking in pain, Marius hated the ugly beasts but the nice thing about them is that they scream loudly. He stared at their glistening muscle as their skin was torn away and then the second wave hit them. Blasting away their muscle and organs leaving ruined skeletons that clanked to the ground. The hall fell silent all that was left were the bones of their enemy.

Sebastian turned with his retinue they began clapping for him in praise. “You should do that again Marius.” said Sebastian. Marius smiled and inclined his head to his brothers. “I am trying to be creative… I am sure I will come up with far more interesting songs to share with the enemy.” They clapped for a few moments more until he heard the marching of heavy boots. The motion was almost instantaneous the praise stopped and everyone got back into position.

Marius stared down the dark hall he saw a blue light piercing the darkness he squinted his eyes slightly as suddenly a blue bolt shot down the hall cracking into one of the heads of Sebastian’s retinue. His head exploded in a shower of colour that oddly pleased Marius. He could also see Sebastian staring in almost wonder at the colours. That adoration ended as an astartes stepped out of the darkness a thousand son sorcerer walked his blue armour crackled with sorcerous power as his white and purple robe moved in the air as he walked. The sorcerer is also surrounded by Rubric Marines. Marius knew them to be statues in the likeness of Astartes moved by the will of the sorcerer. He leveled his sonic blaster at them a smile tugging at his lips.

Marthas stepped out onto the hall his mind wandering, aching in pain but walking on the ship now it’s like his mind is spasming in pain. All the colours of the ship is grey, his nerves feel dead the emptiness that now grips him is far worse compared to the ship. He looked over to Adelram. “You have done something else haven’t you?” His lord simply gave a whimsical chuckle “well the flowers bore other effects it merged with the air supply of the ship changing everyone. Making them better….” hearing that the flowers has made them better confused him. At this moment he felt worse, far worse even hefting his weapon Eligos is troublesome and it’s song does not stir his hearts, even trying to aim with his plasma gun is difficult trying to focus causes his vision to blur.

Marthas hefted his weapon over his shoulder to help with the weight, Adelram turned his head to him slightly “just bear it a little longer Marthas we are almost there.” He inclined his head back to his lord. “I know, so I assume we are heading to the bridge?” Adelram looked forward down the hall “yes, Tarkhan along with a squad are preparing to be teleported to our location once enough damage has been done to the ship. I am sure Lily will take down their void shields with ease...” Marthas watched Adelram begin to casually walk down the hall. “For now this moment is ours... Let us enjoy the way towards the bridge Marthas...” his vision started to clear slightly due to Adelram’s words.

It’s clear enough he wants to see what he can do now and he wonders what he has learned from the experience on the ship. Marthas tried to smile even just a little bit as he began following Adelram down the hall. They walked in silence as screams began bouncing through the ship halls, his lord is humming with them like it’s a song. He tried to listen to seek out what he is hearing, whatever Adelram is doing he does not seem to be reeling from the effects he is feeling now. Perhaps everyone in the warband is suffering from the deprivation.

Marthas cursed he tried not to think about it just listen to the screams, focus on that while walking. He let the sound enter his ears, letting it crease his eardrums while his mind tried to dissect and find the notes that Adelram is hearing. He listened, some were long and drawn out, others were short and quick and there were even those that were somewhat in between. Picking out certain ones he formulated a song in his head and he found himself humming along even his weapon seems caught in the tune.

The song permeated his mind he found himself closing his eye even in the middle of battle, he merely listened the weariness easing away slightly. He became lost in it everything around him draining away until he heard footsteps disrupting it. Marthas felt his face contorting into anger, to pure fury in reflex he almost opened his other eye. But held it shut.

He opened his normal eye the grey landscape flooding back, the song drifting from his mind, Marthas could see Adelram has also stopped humming. Before them is a group of Astartes, Rubric marine’s lead by a sorcerer there are nine of them in total. The thousand son sorcerer pointed his staff at them as it glowed with a soft blue light. “You dare to attack us degenerates!?” he stared at the both of them. “Only two? You must be foolish to walk these halls without sup-” Marthas leveled his plasma pistol at a rubric marine and fired.

The plasma went hurtling across the hall smashing into one of the statues causing it to erupt in eldritch light. The sparkling light made him feel a little better but it did not cause his rage to subside. “You interrupted us….” hissed Marthas. The sorcerer looked down at the Rubric marine, to Marthas he seemed to be staring at it like he lost something important. The thousand son leveled his staff at him and fired a bolt of blue energy at him. His lord stepped in front of him and raised his hand a wave of darkness erupted from his hands consuming the sorcerer's bolt of energy, devouring it greedily.

Adelram dismissed the energy, he turned his head slightly to him. “What are you waiting for Marthas? Isn’t this your moment?” Marthas looked at his lord and inclined his head “yes… it is..” he closed his other eye and moved to open the eye he has been gifted with. The eye lids felt stuck together and he found himself actually exerting some energy to open it. The eye slowly slid open as he put more effort into it. Adelram stepped aside to allow him to look upon the enemy and instead of a hall baring dull colours it was now awash with vibrancy.

Even the colour of the enemy sang to his senses, his ear drums tingled as he heard the clicking and inner workings of the ship. His brain and nerves felt like they were on fire the sorcerer gestured with his free hand as it moved through the air it seemed like time was slowing down. Second by second time was shuddering to a slow crawl.

The rubric marines stepped forth, they readied their weapons in silence. Marthas waited for what seemed like an age for them to point their guns at him. Each second felt like his mind is burning out the only thing that seemed to move at the correct pace is the sound emitting from his weapon. The only reason why he is waiting is because he wants to see what the vaunted Thousand Son’s can do and to immerse himself fully in this new gift.

The rubric marine’s after a eternity of moving and getting ready fired their bolter’s and in that instance he bound forward the eldritch bullets trailed through the air. Marthas twisted and turned he danced through each bolt while firing his plasma gun. Watching the Rubric marine’s explode in a brilliant light bought a smile to his lips he took down three with his plasma gun along with the one he shot before there are now only five left.

Closing into the enemy, the sorcerer slowly readied his staff firing another bolt of blue fire, the brilliant blue flame is going for his face. Marthas chuckled “the sorcerer seems hurt that I am destroying his statues…” he waited for the last moment he merely diverted his head slightly as the ball of flame seared pass his hood. Just by the sorcerer's movements he could see the shock even if he is moving in slow motion. Marthas took another bound forward launching himself into the close combat. He smashed the first rubric marine aside in a shower of eldritch light and dust and dove into the middle of the pack.

The rest of the rubric marines went for close combat weapons but he is faster, Eligos began smashing through the heads of the thousand son Astartes. His weapon trailing with eldritch energy and dust as the weapon moved through his enemies smashing them asunder. All of the rubricae were falling down in mid air the dust trailing downwards. He could see the sorcerer turning, Marthas twisted his weapon taking off one of his legs blood gushing out from the broken leg. Hearing the crunching of bone and the wrenching of the power armour as his leg gave way to his weapon caused a trickle of ecstasy to ripple through his nerves. Killing real people, crushing them is much more pleasing compared to animated statues.

The sorcerer and what remains of his rubricae tumbled to the floor, time suddenly ran it’s normal course. He stared at the dust on the floor stained by the sorcerer's blood he walked slowly up to the sorcerer who is trying to crawl away gasping. Marthas smiled he raised his weapon and bought it down on his other leg a shrill yelp came from the thousand son Astartes.

He twisted his weapon on the injury the grating of ceramite and bone caused him to lick his lips . He walked around to the front and raised his weapon again and smashed his right arm. Instead of a yelp it was a scream that single note caused a large grin to crease his face. He raised his weapon now drenched in blood and dust he stared at it the strange dust glinting brightly with the blood of the thousand sorcerer. Marthas then looked down at his helpless enemy, Marthas’ mind began roaring at him wondering why he stopped. His nerves began to slowly die again.

He bought his vision to the sorcerer's last remaining hand and smashed it. Another shrill scream erupted from the sorcerer's helmet. Marthas could hear the sorcerer heavily gasping for air trying to stay alive or figure some way out of the situation. He looked down at the sorcerer “there is no way out of this situation, none. You exist to allow us to feel something, nothing more, nothing less.” Marthas kicked the sorcerer over so he is looking upwards he rose his weapon again. “I wish this could last forever… so I thank you for letting me feel something for these few short minutes.” His weapon cracked down upon the chest of the thousand son sorcerer. In a rhythm his weapon rose and fall hammering down on the chest of his enemy until all that was left is a gory mess.

Silently he turned away to look at his lord standing his arms crossed, Marthas slowly shut his current eye and opened his normal one. All the vibrancy vanished, the sensation that gripped his body during that battle began ebbing away rapidly. His grin turned to a frown. Adelram sighed “if you are not going to us it all the time you should give it to me…” he walked up to him and reached for his closed eye. “How your pupil rapidly moved drawing in the information of your surroundings, how fast the bullets were moving, the colour…to me it looks like you are using one hundred percent of your brain. Marthas… I-” Marthas moved his hand away “No, it’s mine. I won’t give it to you.” he said firmly

Adelram gave a heavy sigh bordering on disappointment “fine.. Let’s go and retrieve what I came here for.” His lord walked past him without another word , Marthas turned and followed as they made their way to the bridge a flash of light clouded his version. As the light ebbed away he saw Tarkhan with a squad of Astartes at the ready. Upon seeing them he bowed. “Khan.” Adelram gestured “fall in. we are going to the bridge.” Marthas watched Tarkhan give another bow as he fell in behind Adelram. He could see just by his movements that Tarkhan is suffering similar effects to what he went through after leaving the ship. The fact he still seems to be at attention does show how on point he is. After having his temple annihilated again for some reason he sees things much more clearly now.

What he wants to know as they make their journey to the bridge is why Adelram is so interested in the leader of this warband. Marthas rubbed his neck slightly “we just have to wait and see…”

Asriel steadied himself on the thunderhawk as it’s packed to the brim with cultist warriors. Looking at them their hair is multicolored, their makeshift armor is in a mixture of colours and they bore tattoo’s showing devotion to the dark prince. The one taking up the most room on the ship is his little brother who is wincing in pain. “I feel strange…” said Salvador.

Asriel looked up to him “perhaps you ate too much?” Salvador shook his head “no… I just feel more hungry…” his little brother seems so agitated he tapped his chest. “Maybe you will feel better after you kill someone?” Salvador nodded slowly “perhaps…” Asriel could see that Salvador seems eager at the same time, to get to grips with the enemy. Looking at the faces of the cultists who did not wear helmets they all looked somewhat ill. He guessed that perhaps everyone on the ship, possibly even Astartes might be reeling from Adelram’s stunt.

Suddenly the thunderhawk rocked as it moved to enter the thousand son ship docking bay. Asriel sighed slightly he wanted to be with Adelram but since he is not an Astartes he can’t use a drop pod. If he attempted to on impact with the ship he would be reduced to almost a puddle of meat.

After a moment the thunderhawk ground to a halt. Asriel watched the bay doors opened the cultists got weapons ready and streamed out of the thunderhawk in a mad frenzy. The look of illness that held them before dripping away moment by moment. Asriel looked up to Salvador “time to go.” Salvador hefted his axe “aye.”

Asriel got his blade ready and ran down the bay doors stepping onto the docking bay he spotted that the other thunderhawks have landed, more of their forces are spilling out to overwhelm the enemy. He then bought his eyes to the enemy who are a mix of enemy cultists and tzaangors. Seeing the beaked beastmen caused him to remember the battle at the arena. Asriel smiled he took a few paces forward and readied a charge of bioelectricity in his hands and launched it at the first tzaangor. The lightning chained frying the tzaangors leaving blackened corpses collapsing to the ground.

Behind him he heard a shouting cultist he turned his head slightly and from under his cloak his tail swept out wielding a knife garroting the cultist that sought to attack him from behind. Salvador who is to his side cleaved off the head of another tzaangor smiling, his snout flaring in happiness as blood gushed to the ground. “Asriel I feel better again!” as he hacked in half another approaching enemy. Asriel smiled “keep enjoying yourself Salvador! We need to take the docking bay!” His brother nodded as he swatted aside a tzaangor. Asriel bound into combat his tail sought out enemies while he focused ahead of him with his sword. As the bloody battle went on he could feel the pain and misery emitting from every dying breath and scream. He held onto that, the emptiness slowly glutting itself on the torment provided by this battle.

A stream of darkness erupted from his body, he remembered this feeling he gathered it and launched it at the enemy. Shrill screams and squawks erupted from the enemy forces as they fell to the ground screaming in agony. Asriel could see they were whittling them down slowly but surely they will take the docking bay. He smiled as the enemies of his lord convulsed in agony. But something interrupted that he heard heavy footsteps out of the darkness of the hall he saw thousand son Astartes. Asriel kissed his teeth in annoyance, eldritch fire began pouring down towards them incinerating their forces.

Asriel darted back to cover, if it was just one or two he could take them on, but a whole squad? He bit his thumb slightly drawing blood. “This is not good….” Looking at the docking bay he could see one thunderhawk the door’s haven’t opened yet for some reason. He poked his head out of cover to see their forces are being pushed back, Salvador has also ducked into cover.

He cursed, he did not want to let Adelram down, he can’t let him down. Asriel was about to run forward until he heard a bay door opening behind him. He turned to see someone familiar, his footsteps thundered as he walked down the bay doors. Noxus roared out “more enemies to slay!” He charged into battle not giving a care who got into his way. He aimed right for the Astartes the eldritch bolts cracked against his chassis. Yet he paid no mind to them as he barreled into the thousand son Astartes.

Eldritch light burst from their bodies as Noxus crushed and smashed the enemy with his fist. His power scourge darted and pierced the sorcerer's that directed the rubricae. Seeing this spectacle renewed the resolve of their forces they spilled forward like a tide consuming the enemy. Asriel looked over to Salvador, their eyes met as they nodded to each other. At once both of them leaped out of cover, Asriel sliced a tzaangor who gave a shrill squawk before he died he tried to peck him with his beak.

He remembered such an attack twisted to the side and removed his head in a single motion from his blade. Noxus battering the Astartes and their renewed assault is breaking the will of the enemy. Soon the docking bay will be theirs it’s just a matter of time.

Adelram casually walked down the hall leading to the bridge, he can feel the gift he has given to his misguided brother. He knows what he wants and he has come to deliver that. Tarkhan spoke his voice barring some edge “I am surprised we did not encounter much resistance.” Adelram turned his head back slightly “well yes, this warband is rather small. We actually outnumber them considering the event that occured on our ship.” Tarkhan raised his hand to the chin of his helmet “I see..it’s unfortunate there are not many opponents on this ship…” he could sense the disquiet in his champion’s soul, in truth by now it’s in everyone’s soul.

They all seek more, perhaps once this is done he will let them have fun with the dreg’s of the ship. As they approached the doors of the bridge they opened, stepping inside it revealed a crew staring at them in complete fear. In the middle of the bridge stood his target. “Izel we finally meet!” The sorcerer going by his stance looks weary, weak even.

Izel hissed back “what do you hope to gain sybarite!? Destroying everything I worked for!?” Adelram could see that he has most likely sent all forces to defend the ship hence why he is alone. He gestured to his entourage “wait at the doors for me. Do not enter until I am done.” Tarkhan, Marthas and the Astartes that followed him gave a curt nod of acknowledgement before leaving. He took a few steps towards Izel, Adelram stood a few paces away he could see that he is awaiting an answer to his question. “You see Izel I have come to give you what you want. Without you I would not be who I am today. So to make this easy I shall ask. Join me. Join me and know the delights of the galaxy!” Izel spat back in anger “join you!?” Izel shook his head laughing slightly. “Who would want to join degenerates!? Sybarites who know nothing of brotherhood!? A legion who seeks to only gratify their senses in a misconception that they are achieving perfection!?”

Adelram reached his hand out “so are you happy here Izel among dust and statues? Seeking to cure something that cannot be cured?” the sorcerer hissed back “it can be cured! I know it can!” he could see his wayward brother is so drunk on the hope of restoring what he lost. Trying to restore something that would never come back. “Or perhaps… you should of never attempted that ritual in the first place? While I sat in the palace shifting through the desire of the one I seek to give happiness to I saw a part of you wanted to leave it all behind. See new places, new worlds and experience new things...instead of being coped here trying to fix something that may not actually be broken…”

Adelram could see his words struck home he took a step forward. “A part of you thinks your god wanted your brothers to be this way. That he wanted you to attempt that ritual with Ahriman, he fed on that hope like a glutton and now you run around the galaxy trying to reverse it. You burn worlds, sacrifice thousands in that vain hope to find brotherhood again.” Adelram stretched out his hand further “so I have come to offer it.. As you can see all of my brothers are happy. They know of the delights I provide and as they kill they are consumed with rapture. I wish to offer that happiness to you.” Izel gripped his staff and pointed it at him. “Like a snake you wish to twist the hearts of any you come into contact with. I know what kind of lonely creature you are. I have true purpose, I seek a future where I can truly fight with my brothers again. What you do? Is twist people into a former parody of themselves!” Adelram watched Izel’s staff beginning to charge with energy, sighing he drew his blade. “So you want me to make you see then? I am sure right now you feel the gift I gave you?” his wayward brother shook his head. “I can bear it, for their sake I can. Nothing will stop me! Not you! Not even the gods themselves!” Izel’s whole frame became consumed in sorcerous fire it expanded and began enveloping the bridge. Anything the fire touched it melted or incinerated the mortal crew began running for their lives but the only problem as they left they ran straight into the arms of his brothers outside.

Adelram could hear the screams coming from the door. He gripped his blade and pointed at Izel “show me your resolve so I can show you how futile it is!” Izel roared he drew all the energy into his staff and fired a ball of sorcerous fire. Adelram stood in place holding his broken blade he knew his psychic might is not equal to a thousand son. But the years training with this blade taught him a few tricks.

As the ball of fire hurtled towards him he pushed the broken blade into the ball of fire halting it. The tempature in his armour is rising rapidly, a sensation he has not felt in 8 years came flooding back. The sweet nectar of adrenaline consumed his body he drew the fire into his weapon forming the psychic sword. Steadily the fire was devoured leaving Izel staring at him stunned. Adelram pointed his blade at Izel the blade now formed with the very fire he aimed to kill him with. “Here… let me return you gift to you…” The ball of blue fire shot out of the blade crashing into Izel sending him flying.

Izel howled in pain as he skidded across the floor sparks flying as he moved across the ground. Adelram strode up to Izel who is now on his knees trying to get up, he guessed that if his armour was not warded he would be in a worse off condition. Adelram knelt down in front of him and removed his helmet. Adelram looked at his coppery skin, his head bare but his face seemed quite young and chiseled. He spoke softly to him “so your time with the thousand sons ends with this…” Izel looked up at him blood streaming down his face. “T-this i-is n-not my doom…”

Adelram removed his helm and smiled “of course not. I have come to deliver you. I am sure Asriel will be happy to see you again.” he leaned down slightly to him “you are partly a suprise all he knows is that this is a thousand son warband we are attacking.” Izel looked up and gave a weak chuckle “you don’t care about that human pet of yours. He is but a dog to you…I tried to warn him...what does that human see in you?” he gasped. “I-” Adelram grasped Izel’s face tightly keeping him from speaking “I know what he sees in me. I know everything. Back then when I kept him from being taken by the daemon I should of realised it. But now? I do. There is nothing wrong with him thinking that way. If only all of them thought of the warband as family then they would be more happy. Still families can be dysfunctional at times… perhaps that’s why all those events happened in the past? Perhaps you will understand once you join?” Adelram removed his hand from his brother’s face. Izel then spat “I-I won’t join you!” he smiled watching Izel’s resistance to the prospect, Adelram sighed slightly as darkness began exuding from his body. Slowly it moved to consume Izel who is now panicking “N-no!” said Izel.

Adelram watched the darkness crawl over his body slowly reaching for his face, as it touched the face of his wayward brother he began screaming in agony. Adelram smile thinly watching this “Don’t scream too much Izel… this is just the start…”

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He messed with the stage. Perhaps he should of listened to the space elf?

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 shinros wrote:
He messed with the stage. Perhaps he should of listened to the space elf?


Maybe. At least they’re getting back some of thier former numbers

Adepta Sororitas: 3,800 Points
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Alpha Legion: 4,400 Points
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Dark Angels: 16,800 Points
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Legio Titanicus: 5,500 Points
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 shinros wrote:
He messed with the stage. Perhaps he should of listened to the space elf?


Maybe. At least they’re getting back some of thier former numbers


Yup getting things back on track! Then they can go out into the galaxy and spread pa-joy! To everyone!
   
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Chapter 27

Gazing at the carnage wrought on the docking bay caused his heart to swell but as the battle ended the emptiness came swinging back. The adrenaline drained away, replacing it with a pounding headache. Asriel removed his helmet he tried to breathe in the scents compounding this splendor, dissecting them to ease the pain within his mind. It’s not the sort of pain he found pleasing it’s like an ache, a tugging reminder that he should be seeking the next thrill, the next sensation. A part of him had to appreciate how Jedrick was able to endure this with a straight face, he always acted like he was absolutely fine, even aware. Perhaps what kept him sane is the need to find the one to kill him.

Bringing his gaze over to the cultists they were already mutilating and violating the bodies in a mad frenzy. What Asriel found impressive is watching them fight, the sheer fanaticism that gripped them during the battle. As they died they laughed, as they killed they sang and finally when the battle ended while desecrating the corpses you would think they are happy but…”they are are full of sadness…” said Asriel.

He looked over to Noxus who is now drenched in blood and dust, he strode up to him forcing a smile. “I did not know you came with us.” The helbrute turned grasping a dead sorcerer in his fist. “I was needed here, plus I doubt my brothers enjoy my presence…” Asriel could not help but laugh he knows him. Before he had no reason to fight, to kill to seek sensation. Still one thing Asriel knows thrill seeking is much more interesting and fun when done with companions. Noxus grunted “what’s so funny?” Asriel wiped his eye as he chuckled “you being dishonest. You were worried about me weren’t you?” Noxus in reflex crushed the dead sorcerer he boomed “No I did not care! I just knew that there would be Astartes to kill on the docking bay! Nothing more!” he threw the mutilated corpse aside. Asriel sighed watching Noxus’ denial he then turned his large frame to look upon the cultists, Asriel could see he is trying to divert the subject away. “I bet he is encouraging this…” said Noxus.

Asriel followed his gaze he stared at one countinully stabbing the face of a cultist belonging to the the thousand sons, weeping as their blade slammed into the eye socket repeatedly. “There is nothing wrong with encouraging it. If it keeps neverborn from invading the ship, plus I think everyone is a lot more happy now.” The helbrute grumbled in annoyance “he killed half the warband to change everyone. I hope it’s worth it that’s all…” he then yawned “wake me up once we are done. I grow… tired…” his form then leaned forward slightly. Asriel stared at his… armoured friend now drifting to sleep. He shook his head “we should honestly call you the sleeping giant…” He turned and searched for Salvador he spotted him in the corner dragging a thousand son sorcerer. Asriel cursed he ran over as he closed in he spotted his brother working his power axe to tear off the Astartes breastplate.

As the chestplate popped off his brother began drooling he then switched his grip to near the head of the axe shaft. He used the blade to begin cutting off a piece of meat. His little brother hefted the meat upwards and opened his mouth. Before he could drop it Asriel slapped the meat from his hands. Salvador winced, Asriel doubted that even hurt him. “Don’t eat them!”

Salvador frowned “why? I am hungry…” He pointed at his foolish brother “you have to be careful eating the minions of the change! Load them on the thunderhawks! Let Adelram sort through them first!” He could see by his brother’s eyes that he really wants to eat the sorcerer. “Salvador just listen to me? Okay? Hold on just for a little while longer.” His beastial brother rubbed the hand he slapped. “B-but I want to eat them…I like the gene-seed. I want to see how it tastes...” Shaking his head Asriel sighed heavily. “You don’t want to make Adelram cross do you?” as he mentioned their lord’s name in such a manner Salvador quickly shook his head frantically. “N-No! I don’t want to displease him! I-I don’t want to make him mad!” in quick motion he grabbed the legs of the sorcerer and began pulling him towards the thunderhawks without another word.

Watching his brother frantically drag the sorcerer he guessed that the scars with his sister are still fresh. He thought that he would feel some measure of distaste at pretending to be his brother but he guessed all of his sense of morality has been stripped away in its entirety. The sense of betrayal he felt that his sister was complacent in his misery caused his mind to essentially crash. So in turn he instantly latched unto someone who treated him like family. As Salvador dragged the Astartes to the thunderhawk an idea stuck him.

As the idea began formulating in his mind the headache slowly drifted away, Asriel beamed as he spoke “Perhaps? I should find us a sister? Perhaps that will make him happy?” stroking his chin as he said those words out loud caused a sense of excitement to grip his body.

Marthas stood at the doors with Tarkhan and the other Astartes from the warband they waited in silence as screams erupted from the door behind them. He looked down at the dead bridge crew “I wonder what he is doing?” he said out loud. Tarkhan shifted his gaze to him “I assume he is doing his work to make the leader join us.” For some reason he could not help chuckle as Tarkhan said that. He looked to his hand and for some reason started to think on the past.
He wondered what caused Adelram to capture him in the past? What made him different compared to everyone else? He then bought his eye to Tarkhan. “Do you wonder? Why he chose us? He could of killed us but yet...” Marthas shook his head he wondered if he felt doubt or if it’s the withdrawal talking. He searched his hearts he did not find any hint of it perhaps he knows it’s far too late and it’s just merely his weary mind speaking out loud. The chogorisian stared at him “To overlook the gold in your palms….”

Marthas blinked in confusion he could see the rest of the Astartes are also staring at him. “What does that mean? Can you speak plainly?” Tarkhan sighed heavily “I am speaking plainly but I shall explain. You don’t realise the gold he has placed in your hand. You are overlooking what he has given you.” he then raised his hand that is shaking slightly. “This emptiness that grips us is for our sake. In order for us to find happiness and in turn making us the sharpest blades.” Marthas held up his hand also, the hand which is now shaking from withdrawal “to find happiness? To be the sharpest blades?”

The bladesmen inclined his head “yes, we share in each others pain. We know how the other feels and so can understand the need to seek more. This battle was also to test these changes. In this state if you look at our Khan he is… a lonely figure.” Marthas almost gasped in surprise as Tarkhan said that he could also see the others are also grumbling slightly. “Lonely? Are you serious!?” Tarkhan removed his helmet he stared at him. “Yes I am serious. I assume you do not know our lord’s history. He told me of it a few years ago and now I understand. Tell me what sort of person did you think our Khan was? He was there during the time of Horus. Tell me what sort of person you think he was back then?”

One Astartes spoke up, Marthas could see he is a survivor from the daemon attack from the past. “He kept to himself. He did not fit in with us many… thought he was defective. Yet for some reason he rose in the ranks rapidly.” Tarkhan nodded “indeed. Now I say this whenever he is betrayed he forgives, quite easily in fact. Most chaos lords would kill those who betray them. But he knows what it feels like to be alone, isolated clawing for attention and love.” Marthas looked down now his obsession makes perfect sense in turn Abbadon’s request was most likely a veiled attempt to recruit him. “He wants brotherhood.” Tarkhan smiled “indeed he does. In a sense he in his own way views this warband as a sort of family. We may argue, we may fight and hate one another but at most he wants all of us to be happy for he knows what isolation feels like. Tell me as you killed how did you feel? You were stronger and faster but you were also...” Marthas finished his words “happy.”

The chogorisian nodded “that one named Jedrick. Did anyone understand him? I imagine he felt the same emptiness we feel now everyday. How was he treated?” Tarkhan bringing up Jedrick caused him to crease his brow. Back then he thought him to be a fool, an idiot who does not grasp the dark prince but in the end he proved them all wrong. Seeing him as a daemon prince showed that they were all the fools. He sought his happiness and so he rose to new heights. As he walked to his death no one understood his decision or why back then Adelram most likely did not understand it either. A part of him must of felt solitary despite his kinship to their lord he had no one that understood what he felt. The agony of also sitting and dealing with the extreme withdrawal. Perhaps if they were all like this Jedrick might of not walked into his death.

As this emptiness gnaws at him, even if all the colours are dull he knows in those sweet moments of happiness. Those moments eclipses his old life, he used to fight for a dull and empty cause. A cause that none of them even understood truly, fighting for a crumbling and dying empire that now merely exists to give them amusement and purpose. “Tarkhan I understand your words. Thank you for enlightening me.” Tarkhan gave a curt nod as he placed his helmet back on. “Now let us wait for our lord to be done with us work and welcome our new brother with open arms.”

Marthas looked at the doors as the screams echoed from it “Indeed let us wait…”

He held his wayward brother by the robes staring at his face drenched with blood. He could sense his need to be with brothers again. He merely does not understand the rubricae are no longer his brothers, he needs to understand what he is giving him. “Izel you must understand that what you seek is right in front of you. I am able to give it to you. All you need to say is yes.” the sorcerer's mouth trembled “I-I know what you are… you are a snake...a black shadow that eats and spits out vile monsters in your wake.” Adelram touched Izel’s forehead on his smiling “at least my monsters are happy. They smile as they kill, the sing as the tear apart the enemy and they cry once the joy is gone…” he leaned back he searched for the gift that’s squirming within Izel’s body. The snake that is now weaving itself into his brother’s whole being. Adelram pricked it slightly and in return Izel spasmed in his grip gasping he said “d-don’t!” Adelram gripped the snake tighter, Izel roared in a mix of pain and pleasure. His head sagged back. He released his grip as Izel’s eyes rolled back. “You won’t drift away. I won’t let you.” Adelram went to his pouch and pulled out a needle gun.

Piercing the needle into his neck he looked at the multi coloured petals floating in the mixture and pressed the trigger. He stared as the mixture was injected into his system. He has been experimenting with the flowers within his garden and created a ambrosia Izel is the first to have a taste. The sorcerer began spasming again his eyes returned to normal and he began crying out “It wasn’t a mistake! We tried to save them! Why! Why!”

His brother thrashed in his grip, Adelram smiled “I need to see this.” He placed his hand on Izel’s head and closed his eyes. There are no defenses in place so it was easy to slip into his mind he dove into the darkness as he landed the darkness bled away to reveal a room. The room had scrolls trailing off book shelves and strange blue lights illuminated the room. In the middle of the room stood Izel staring at a group of thousand son sorcerer's, in return they stared at him grimly. His wayward brother pointed at them “It wasn’t a mistake! We tried to save them!” Adelram folded his arms he guessed this is some time after the rubric of Ahriman was cast.

He watched Izel bringing his eyes to another sorcerer who bore nine shimmering eyes that blinked sideways his skin holds a blue hue. “Arash! You saw how the flesh change was consuming the legion! You must underst-” Arash held his hand up “enough Izel! You destroyed us! You destroyed us with that fool Ahriman!” Arash’s hand then thrummed with blue energy. “I should destroy you for what you did! But…” he silently lowered his hand. “Our father has decided otherwise. Everyone that aided the traitor will be exiled. You are to take a gunship and leave. Never return.” He watched the pain crease the face of his brother, the hurt, anguish he could not help but smile seeing this. Izel shook his head “it wasn’t meant to be like this...we thought…” Arash spat back “you thought wrong! Who are you to decide what is right for us!? Who is to say there was not a hidden purpose in what was happening!? Now our brothers have turned to dust! They are statues! Dumb wraiths who can’t even react or speak!? I hope you are pleased with yourself… your actions was full of selfishness and hubris!”

Arash turned away along with his cadre of sorcerer's “I want you gone in the next two hours. If I see you I will not hesitate to kill you.” they left the room without another word. Izel merely dropped to his knees in disbelief. Adelram strode forward and held the shoulder of his brother “you tried and look what happened.” Izel stared at the door blankly “I... didn’t do anything wrong. Yes I supported Ahriman but we all did for their sake….he… was the same.” Adelram looked at the door “yet now you wander to fix a mistake that will not be reversed…” Izel looked up at him almost pleading “what do you mean!? Why can’t it be reversed!? I have given up so much! Destroyed worlds! Offered up the souls of the innocent to be guzzled on daemons! So why can’t it be fixed!?” Adelram knelt he spoke firmly “because you are contending with a god who seeks to keep it this way.” Izel’s eyes went wide “he has given me the power to search!” he cried out. Adelram spoke softly in turn “he gave you power to serve him.”

Adelram watched Izel look down to his hands “so you are saying everything I have done is pointless?” Adelram smiled “blame tzeentch he forever dangled the carrot in front of you. To always yank it away while he fed on your hope. The great changer laughed as his little marionette danced across the galaxy. Yet he did not realise that a part of you just wanted to fight with brothers again, to talk with to kill with.” Izel clenched his hands he fell silent as everything he has worked for came tumbling down. He then spoke in almost a whisper “will… things be better? No more wandering?” Adelram inclined his head “Yes you will be happy and for once you well have a place.” he then rose and stood before Izel who is still on his knees. He reached out his hand “I come to offer you a new life. Take my hand.”

His brother seemed unsure just for a moment but he slowly reached for it and grasped his hand. The room began melting away Adelram watched Izel’s face and just for a second he thought he saw him smiling it was the sort of smile one does when an age of hardship finally ends. He blinked and now he is staring at Izel who is slack in his hand. Adelram removed his hand from his head and turned his head back slightly. “Marthas! Tarkhan!” after calling out their names the bridge door opened. Both of them gave a small bow. “We are leaving. Do a final sweep of the ship!” They both gave curt nods before leaving the bridge again.

Adelram then bought his vision to Izel who is now unconscious, he wondered how Asriel will react to his a new brother.

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Chapter 28
Standing in front of the door a strange sense of foreboding tingled his body, Adelram has told him that Izel has chosen this room to stay in. His lord also noted that it would be good of him to visit the one who made him who he is now. When his uncionous form was delivered to the thunderhawk Asriel did not know what to think or what to say. In a manner of speaking in the past he was correct about the wraith but at most back then he was trying to ensure his plot reached fruition. He took a deep breath and knocked once on the door, the sound ringing in the hallway. He tapped his fist on the door one more time yet nothing.

Before he could knock the door again it slowly opened. Asriel walked into the room, what he found is a Astartes wearing a black robe, his armour now black and pink. His helm is a curved horned mark IV helmet. The most defining thing about the one before him is the metal collar around his gorget. At the centre of the collar a rune of slaanesh is dangling from it. As Asriel approached he could see the one he is visiting sitting in the corner of the empty room holding his knees. “Hello Izel, Adelram said to come and visit you.” the sorcerer looked up at him he shook his head. “I can’t believe you are still alive…” the door slid close behind him with a click. He took a few more steps towards to the Astartes. Izel raised his hand at him it glowed with eldritch power, Asriel stopped he watched Izel trying to form the psychic energy but his arm spasmed, the energy soon died away. “W-what has he done to me!?” he gasped “I can’t concentrate….whenever I seek to use my sorcery...that sensation…I can’t handle it….”

Asriel began walking towards the sorcerer again he spoke as gently as he can. “I am sure whatever he has done it’s a gift…” Izel’s eyes shot up to him. “Gift!? What kind of gift is this!? I wake up and my gear has been changed! I also have this thing around my neck feeding…. Something into my system. Now I can’t think… I can’t…” Asriel slowly walked to Izel and sat down next to him. “You can’t hate him can you?” the ex-thousand son shook his head “I can’t hate him… why can’t I? After everything he has done to me…” Asriel looked up to Izel “think of what he has done to me. Yet I am still here by his side.” the sorcerer looked down slightly “I took you for a mad fool… yet look at me now… sitting in the ship of my tormentor..” Asriel smiled “tormentor? Do you really think that? Or are you just deflecting? You are happy you just don’t want to admit it.” Izel hissed at him “why am I even talking to you? A human!”

He shrugged in response “I was merely curious about the one who sought to “save” me.” Izel sighed heavily “I was so close...I watched the wraith claiming his prize… but you pulled the rug from under him…a human annihilating and disrupting my whole network. All the warbands were eating out of the palm of my hand…” Izel reached out and clenched his hand. “A beaten pet… destroying everything…” Asriel frowned hearing that “I am not his pet…” The sorcerer retorted “Oh.. I am sorry I meant slave…” he narrowed his eyes at the sorcerer “considering he dove into the realm of chaos itself for me I don’t think you can talk about our relationship sorcerer…” Izel chuckled “dove into the realm of chaos itself? I doubt it…” Asriel folded his arms “he did, tell me sorcerer have you ever looked inside Adelram’s head? Trust me you should he is forever marked by the experience. He did meet a god after all..” as he mentioned god he could see he caught his attention. “A god you say? I find that hard to believe considering your lord is not a gibbering fool…perhaps he is? Considering his past decisions?” the need to go for his weapon gripped him when he said that. Asriel spoke firmly “watch what you say sorcerer….you can insult me.. But don’t insult him…”

Izel laughed at him. “What can do you? You are but a human, I-” Asriel interrupted him “a washed up sorcerer who’s warband was devoured utterly by us. We chewed you up and spat you out once we savoured you. You are not a thousand son anymore, you are not a fabled seer of multiple futures but a psyker who has now drunk from the well of pleasure and now cannot stop...” The sorcerer raised his hand at him again power erupted from it but his hand spasmed again. He could hear him gasping. The energy began sputtering, it then slowly fizzled away. Izel slammed his fist on the ground. “I can’t focus!” Asriel rose and looked down on at Izel. “you are still trying to deny what you feel instead of embracing it hence why you can’t use sorcery. I think I am satisfied a disillusioned sorcerer who can’t accept he is in a new family…” he walked away Izel began shouting at him as he left. “I am still powerful! I am still in control! I am...” Asriel stopped at the door “you are one of the Emperor’s Children now. In your heart you know it but your mind? It’s trying to reject what you feel.” Asriel pushed the button to open the door and left without another word.

As the door closed behind him he could hear the sorcerer raving at the top of his voice. He guessed he is not used to a human talking to him in such a fashion.

He shouted at the door “I have my own will! My own agency! I-” the words died he allowed a human to get the best of him. He slunk back to his sitting position it’s hard to think to even move. Izel picked at the collar on his neck, he woke up with it, he found himself on a operating table in a white room. His first instinct was to attack the lord of sin but he couldn't. He knew he should but he could not commit to the action. The affection he showed unnerved him like they knew each other for a long time. He told him he wants to get out of the room and he let him. He even allowed him to wander the ship, the only reason why he is in this room is because it’s empty and he could be alone with his thoughts.

Sighing, Izel tried to summon some of his power, even a meager speck of it. He watched his hand glow and then it came. The spasming waves of sensation that drums through his body, the more power he summons the worst it gets. He gasped “I can’t….” He clenched his eyes shut in frustration he wondered what his father Magnus would think of his current state. That he allowed himself to be captured by sybarites and degenerates. He shook his head. “I was exiled...what home do I have? What….” he spoke slowly “what legion do I have? What brothers do I have?” his whole focus on finding some way to heal his brothers but now the ones who followed him on such a path are now broken bones and dust.

His mind drifted to the human, he wondered what exactly did he see in the lord of sin? He finds it hard to believe that an Astartes would dive into the empyrean itself for a human. Considering also that he is a member of the third. All he has seen of them is that they are a selfish, disgusting and a mockery to their past. What could of happened to cause him to do that? Izel slowly got to his feet. “What could of happened to make him so powerful?” he recalled how he returned his attack on the bridge. Doing such a thing would require such intricate precision in handling one’s psychic power a misstep would cause one to be incinerated.

Izel stared at the door he narrowed his eyes. “He met a god? Impossible…” he took a step towards the door his body trembled. He clenched his teeth down he did not want to groan he won’t allow himself to do that. Slowly step by step he made his way to the door. He opened it and stepped out into the hall. Looking around bought a small amount of distaste, his ship every hall had some manner of esoteric knowledge carved into the walls of ship. He encouraged learning in his serfs. All of them had knowledge or providence in a certain subject but gazing at the halls of this ship? He sees random colours spluttered on the wall mixed with blood, the sounds of screams echoing down the dark hall.

This ship is simply a den of depravity nothing more, nothing less.” said Izez, as he gazed at the wall a serf passed him by he pointed at them. “You!” the human jumped “y-yes my lord?” he grunted at least this human at least knows some measure of respect. “Tell me where is the chamber of the lord of sin?” the slave’s eyes lit up upon hearing mention of the lord of sin. “Lord Adelram? The glorious one? Bringer of darkne-” Izel hissed “I asked for directions!” the serf gulped he pointed. “Walk down the hall and make a left. Then when you get to a cross path take the right and if you continue walking you will come to a pair of double doors. That is where our lord’s chamber is located.” soon as he had what he needed he left the serf without another word. It vexed him that they were also fanatics as well.

The humans would most likely smile and praise the lord of sin’s name even if he beat them to death on his ship the prospect of punishment would cause those who serve him to shudder in fear. He sighed as he walked down the hall and made a left as instructed. What caught his attention is he heard a large scream coming towards him out of the darkness he saw a cultist wearing the colours of the thousand sons running for his life. Upon seeing him the cultist stopped in his tracks shaking his head, his robe and gear is filthy and there are strange bruises lining the exposed parts of his body. He stammered “n-no p-please…I-”

Before he could saying anything else two figures piled onto him two androgynous females who look to be cultists of the emperor’s children began tearing the man apart with knives. He screamed in agony. Blood pouring upon the floor of the hall. He stared at this… spectacle he watched the cultist slowly die as the knives plunged into his body. Once he sagged to the ground dead both of the attacking cultists rose they stared at him. For some reason despite the blood covering their faces they looked… innocent. They both bowed as one said “apologies my lord.” Izel raised his eyebrow at such a greeting even so he held his silence.

The one that spoke looked down at the dead cultist “we thought you might wanted to join in, but we.. got carried away…” he bought his eyes to the blood trailing on the floor his hearts twisted as a disturbing thought entered his mind. He briskly walked away from the scene without uttering a word. Izel tried to think of anything to push away what he just thought. Yet it kept coming back, the thought that he missed an opportunity to the join in. He shook his head while biting his lip. “What has he done to me!?” he almost shouted.

He gripped the infernal collar in annoyance it felt unnatural around his neck, after a moment he felt a sting on his neck as an unknown concoction entered his system. He could feel it passing through his body caressing his nerves and mind. He sagged to the side of the wall panting his vision was going blurry. Izel blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision as always he tries to reach for the collar in reaction, to pull it off. His hand would edge close to it but would slowly edge back he grit his teeth in annoyance. A part of him is enjoying this, whatever the lord of this warband has done he is enjoying whatever the collar is doing to him.

He staggered onwards he soon came to the cross paths. Like before another scream came towards him another cultist of his warband was running for his life. He tripped forward and fell to the ground. Izel raised his eyebrow “what’s this?” upon him speaking the cultist looked up at him in recognition he shouted “m-my l-lord please! Help! Pleas-” he reached his hand out. Before he could say anything else pale hands reached out of the darkness and dragged his servant screaming into the darkness. Izel stood like a stone at the cross paths, all he could hear is the screams of the cultist cascading through the corridor. “N-no! I-I am s-sorry! I won’t run again!” he then heard giggling as the cultist began screaming for his life. Groans and yelps of pleasure began reverberating through the cross path. Izel merely stood there and listened it went on for minutes until all those sounds eventually died.

He looked to the right path for a moment and decided to take the middle path into the darkness. He walked for a few seconds until he heard a crunch he looked down to see he has stepped on an arm. He bought his gaze upwards again and in the hall he saw the cultist is now in pieces, strewn about the hall. Blood and other vile fluids covered the hall but what held his gaze if he looked at each of the pieces that line the floor is that all his gear has been torn off. A strange sort of curiosity gripped him, along with a sense of excitement it was the kind of feeling he gets if he finds a new piece of knowledge. The need to understand the need to.. Izel slowly opened his mouth “I wi-” he instantly clenched it shut not daring to speak aloud his thoughts. He wondered what his legion would think of him saying such a thing. Thinking such a thing. He turned and walked away the thought pounding through his mind. I wish I could of seen it… he returned to the cross paths and made his way to his actual destination.

Izel tried to steady his breathing, the scene is causing his heart rate to rise rapidly but as he got to the hall leading to the double doors the scene before him caused his mouth to hang. He saw forms on the floor coupling and slashing at one another. Some were human, others were not and some forms have lost all boundary. As he took the first step forward they slowly parted for him they whispered. “He is visiting the lord! The door will open!” Izel tried not to stare at them but his eyes remained fixated on what is happening around him. As he got to the double doors he looked back for a moment, just for a few seconds before pushing the door open. As the wind came from the doors all those coupling on the floor reached up trying to breathe in the the air. Some began crying out for the lord of sin, others begged to see Adelram they begged to see his visage.

He tried best to ignore it as he finally entered the chambers of the one who has collared him. Closing the door behind him he could hear them scratching and yelling at the door. He looked over to the lord of sin Adelram humming, standing casually over strange flowers. He held a watering can that poured a thick red liquid upon the flowers. As the droplets hit them, it dissipates rapidly like the flower is greedily drinking it up.

Izel stared at the flowers until he heard someone eating he looked to the right to see a white-furred beast sitting in front of a sliver pantry devouring glistening meat. The beast chewed loudly “this is so good!” he shouted. He watched Adelram turn slightly to him frowning. He spoke calmly “Salvador don’t chew so loudly we have a guest.” The beast known as Salvador frown his bovine ears lowered slightly. “S-sorry.” Salvador began chewing slowly as he apologised.

Izel took a step forward as he reached the middle of the chamber the lord of sin gave him a gentle smile “so you made your way here. What is it?” Izel shook his head wondering why he left his room. He told himself he could not believe one such as him met a god and diving into hell itself for a mortal. Adelram stared at him waiting for his answer he sighed after a moment placing the watering can on the ground. “Perhaps I should strike up the conversation then? How are you finding the ship?”

As his tormentor spoke it jolted him to attention he turned his head slightly to the door. “Are you aware of what’s going on outside?” he watched Adelram beam at what he just said. “Of course. It’s so nice to see how happy the mortal crew is now...It’s like night and day.” Izel shook his head in disbelief “you call that happy?” Adelram gave a small frown it was not in anger but more or less confusion. “What else would you call it? They get to do what they want. They get to kill and experience boundless excess in whatever way they choose. How could they not be happy?” he clenched his hands hearing this, there is no reason in what is going on. It’s pure entropy and glorification of the flesh. The lord of sin took a few steps towards him. “Are you not happy here Izel?” staring at his face he seemed genuinely hurt a stark contrast compared to when he faced him on the ship. For some reason he could not look at him he turned his head away slightly. “How could I be happy after what you have done to me?” he pointed at Adelram and looked into his black eyes. “You tore apart my work! Destroyed everything I built!” Izel gestured to himself. “You reduced me to this!?” The lord of sin shook his head “but do you hate me for it brother?”

Izel flinched he ground his teeth slightly he searched his hearts for a hint of anger, he could find a little frustration but not hate which confused him. If this was anyone else he would kill them in rage. Obliterate them atom by atom but for some reason looking at him he could not muster hatred. He took a step back “what are you?” Adelram took one step forward. “Your brother that is what I am Izel...” Izel took another step back shaking his head. “You are my tormentor! I-I can’t… you are not...” the lord of sin smiled as he stepped forward “but you agreed. Don’t you remember? After Arash told you of your exile? I saw your hurt...your loss… your pain… I saw when you were cast aside despite your intentions?” for some reason he remembered that. He remembered Adelram offering his hand and he took it. Before he grasped that hand in that single moment he felt loss, he felt like a wandering soul adrift in darkness.

Now he is in front of him again offering his hand. “Tell me what you need for you to be happy here Izel.” He looked at the hand and then up to Adelram. He had an idea if he is truly “honest” and cares for his happiness he would not refuse. Izel asked “let me see the inside of your mind.” Adelram cocked his head to the side slightly. “Very well. That’s if you can handle it.” Izel raised his eyebrow “if I can handle it?” Adelram inclined his head to him. “Indeed. There is only one other person who has done it and he was bedridden for several weeks.”

Izel scoffed, he has seen the minds of many champions of chaos and gazed into the eye of the warp itself. He also still does not believe he has seen a god in the flesh. Izel steadied his breathing he should be at least be able to do something as basic as entering someone’s mind. Especially if there are no defenses. He edged closer to the lord of sin “don’t place any defenses. I will know if you do.” Adelram gave him a gentle smile “I won’t. Trust me.”

Hearing that for some reason did not ease him but even so he reached and grasped his hand. He closed his eyes to focus he could see that there are no defenses in place. A thought crossed his mind that he has the potential to… “kill him.” he thought. Izel relaxed himself then flicked his eyes open as he launched himself into the mind of the lord of sin.

As he dove he slowly landed in a white landscape, he looked around and the only thing that caught his vision is a large bench. He strode towards it, he stopped in front of the bench wondering the significance of it. He reached for it and touched it as his hand touched the wood he felt a well of emotions. From Regret, sadness, anxiety… and the last thing he felt it strangely bought a small tear to his eye. “Happiness…” he said quietly to himself.

He almost got lost in it until the floor underneath his feet crumbled he began tumbling into darkness. Izel looked around frantically trying to find a way out he thought to eject himself from Adelram’s mind but no matter how hard he tried he was stuck for some reason. As he fell out of the darkness long swords began sliding out. The blades shot out phasing right through his armour, the blades began caressing his skin. Izel yelped in pain, as more blades moved to attack him he released a great howl of anguish.

The blades were cutting his skin slowly, making small incisions or even phasing to his organs. The blades pricked his hearts all the emotions he felt when he watched the emperor’s children cultists on the ship came crashing back. Feeling such a thing again he tried to struggle, he tried to summon his psychic power but instead he would get a wave of pleasure-pain. The pain mixed with the pleasure he could not take it, he begged whoever is doing this to stop. He did not care who he wanted it to end.

A voice then came through his mind, the sound thrummed through his whole body causing what he is feeling now to increase ten-fold. Such a sensation almost made him lose conscious as the voice said “very well.” Izel crashed on the ground with a thud. He gasped as the pain, along with the pleasure subsided. What hurt him even more that now it was gone… he missed it.

He staggered to his feet while shaking from the experience, he looked around the now dark landscape. He found it hard centering his thoughts his mind too addled by what he felt before he hissed in annoyance. “Those blades must of been defences!” he knew the lord of sin was a liar. This is another game to get him to submit as his mind tried to formulate some way to escape he heard the cracking of glass. He looked around wondering what it was, the cracking became louder and louder like something or someone is coming towards him.

Izel centred his vision again he tried to stand straight. “Adelram must be playing with me… I will-” before he could finish his sentence a large clawed hand pierced the darkness. The sound of cracking glass began thundering through his mind. Mixed with the sound was a strange song sang in the voice of both a male and female. Staring at this clawed hand he knew this thing to be his oblivion his end. The destruction of all that is decent was edging closer towards him but he yearned for it. He wanted it.

He found himself reaching out his hands as a large grin played across his face. The claw then snapped around his whole frame. He began breathing rapidly as a small sense of euphoria gripped him. It then began rapidly increasing, a cascading moan entered his mind, he soon found also his own voice mixing with it. He could feel his nerves burning like hot fire, his ear drums hemorrhaging and he cried tears of joy. The tears stang his eyes as they trailed down his face. For some reason he did not want whatever is happening to stop, whatever is going on he wants it to be never ending. His hearts swelled in elation. After several seconds of experiencing this sensation a strange feeling gripped his gut he could feel it being filled with something. Izel felt his gut stretching out to it’s limit. He gagged as he coughed blood. It felt like he was dying, whoever who is holding him is killing him slowly it felt like this moment can be drawn out for an age. Izel shouted at the top of his voice “draw it out! Please don-”

His vision was going dark the sensation was vanishing his hearts were beating rapidly wondering why did it stop. “Please wait I don’t want it to….” the word trailed of his lips as the pleasure-pain ebbed away to nothing and that horrified him as his vision finally turned dark.

Adelram looked at his brother gasping and groaning, he smiled. “Maybe he will be fine? Perhaps he learned something?” he could feel him leaving his mind he guessed the dark prince was done and had his fill. The day he had to leave the palace was the saddest day in his life but he understood why he had to leave for he had to spread what he feels to others. The galaxy needs to understand the joy and happiness the dark prince brings in wonderful entropy. He relaxed his hand as Izel staggered back gasping for breath. He quickly tore of his helmet revealing a face that is at the height of rapture.

Bloody tears rolled down his now void-like eyes, his lips were flaked with blood and his ears bled. He dropped his helmet to the floor before keeling over and vomiting pink ichor all over his chamber floor. He watched his brother voiding his bowels for minutes before gasping, letting a out a final groan before collapsing on the pink fluid that now lined the floor. Adelram watched Izel twitch on the ground. He then looked back to Salvador who is still chewing slowly as he said “is he okay?” he gave Salvador a smile in return. “He is fine.”
   
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I had to consult the Lucius novel to see how far I could go in this chapter. I wanted to explore the changes to the ship a bit more. I hope it was not too much for people. D: Just let me know if it is.
   
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Chapter 29

Staring at Izel on the operating table he wondered how long it would take for him to wake up, it’s been a few days at most. He looked up to Adelram who is smiling ear to ear. “I did warn him.” Asriel bought his eyes to Izel he guessed that his arrogance got the best of him and he got more than he bargained for. “I recall asking the same thing a few years ago. With me you were stricken with worry.” His lord shook his head. “You are still human you can’t forget that.” he then folded his arms. “Also it’s clear enough he got the idea to see the inside of my head from you?” Asriel smiled. “Of course, the thought that he does not want to be here needs to be stripped away. Plus you now have an Astartes who is a psyker to talk with.” Adelram’s brow twitched slightly as he said that. He then stroked his chin. “I never thought of it that way before…” Asriel sighed. “You sometimes think too much about others than yourself. You can be selfish sometimes, there is nothing wrong with that.” his master frowned at his words. “Jedrick was selfish and he walked straight into his death.” Asriel smirked slightly. “You are still sore about that? I am surprised you still feel anything for him.”

His lord relaxed his eyes somewhat it looked like he was staring into the distance. “Why do I still care about him?” Asriel cocked his head slightly he could hear the clear confusion in his voice. He did not want to upset Adelram so he diverted the subject. “So when are we going to start spreading entropy to the galaxy?” His words broke his lord out of his stupor he smiled. “Soon actually. I am currently picking out a planet. I think I have one in mind.” Asriel nodded “right I hope it’s not too long I think everyone is burning through those we captured.”

His lord was about to say something but a grunt from Izel caused the words to die on his lips. Asriel bought his eyes to the Astartes shifting and mumbling on the operating table. His eyes flicked open, what surprised Asriel is that Izel’s eyes are now like his. The sorcerer slowly sat upright he looked upon them and he merely gave a large frown. “Why...do I feel so empty?” he buried his face into his hands. “I can’t think...feel…”

Asriel tapped his leg “you will get used to it. You will feel better once you get into battle.” Adelram took a step forward to Izel. “do you want me to up the dosage on your collar?” Izel slowly raised his head from his hands. He then pulled on the collar slightly. “yes.. I don’t feel anything.” Asriel watched his lord smile, he then went to work on the collar a small compartment on the side of it opened. Adelram then picked out a small metal canister from his pouch. “I came prepared just in case.” he removed the old canister and inserted the new one. As he closed the compartment on the collar, Izel seized up. “What’s wrong with him?” asked Asriel.

His lord took a step back. “It’s to aid in dealing with his state due to my gift. Plus it helps with the withdrawal” Izel then hopped off the operating table without word. Asriel raised his eyebrow at him. “Are you well Izel?” in silence he watched him walk over to the side table to pick up his helmet, he then placed it on his head. “I am going to my room.” the sorcerer left the room without another word..

Asriel looked up to Adelram. “I assume this is what happened the first time?” Adelram chuckled “our new addition is quite an interesting fellow isn't he?” he turned his head to the door wondering what on earth the sorcerer is doing. “Perhaps, I am quite eager to actually see his sorcery in battle.” his lord began walking towards the door while holding a grin. “That time may soon come. Before we get to the planet of my choosing I do think you should go and visit Isabella… perhaps question her for how she wants her appearance to be changed?” Asriel crossed his arms. “I can do that but may I ask why?”

Adelram turned his head slightly to him and tapped his nose with his finger. “It’s a surprise I do recommend you get to it for the sake of the raid.” His master then left the room, Asriel scratched his head wondering why his lord asked him to do such a thing.

She sat at the table by herself drinking some wine until she heard a knock on her door. Sighing she got up from the table and walked over to the door as it opened the person before her bought a smile to her lips. “Asriel? Why are you here?” she stepped aside for him to enter he looked around her room until he became fixated on her wall. He turned his head slightly to her. “Who is that Isabella?” Isabella smiled and gazed at the wall, the dead form of the one who tricked her is chained upon it. His carcass displaying several knife wounds. “I just had a talk with someone I knew in the past.”

She gestured to the table. “I assume you want to talk about something?” Asriel nodded he made his way to the table and sat down. Isabella sat across from as she poured him a glass of wine. Asriel sipped the glass as he said “Adelram asked me to change your appearance.” Isabella raised her eyebrow “may I ask why?” he shrugged “I guess it has to do with the planet we will be attacking. So how do you wish to look?” she frowned hearing that she did not trust anyone to change her appearance not even Asriel. “Will this change be temporary?” he gave a curt nod. “I can easily reverse it back once it’s done.” she sipped some of wine hearing that confirmation at least it eased her somewhat. “Fine, I wish to be a blonde. Change my eyes to… green. Yes green and shorten my nose slightly.” she tapped her lips slightly “also.. Hmm.. make my lips slightly larger.” Asriel rolled his eyes “is that it?” she gave Asriel a small smile. “Yes that’s it.”

Sighing he rose from the table and walked to her back he lifted her hair slightly. She watched thread by thread her hair changing colour until it held a wonderful blonde sheen. Asriel then moved his hands to her eyelids it tingled for a moment before he then moved to her nose and then her lips. He slowly removed his hands. “Done, now we just have to wait let’s hope this raid does not end up like Athor.” Isabella turned her head back slightly “are you leaving? So soon?” Asriel scratched the back of his head “well if it is a raid Adelram and I have much more to talk about. If we survive I will come visit as a victory celebration.” Isabella grinned “is that a promise?” he sighed heavily at her words. “Fine it’s a promise. Now I got things to do.” Asriel walked back to his seat and backed the contents of his wine glass. He nodded and made his way out of the room, before leaving he swiped a sealed bottle off the table.

Once left alone she rested her hand on her fist thinking of what sort of environment her lord will place her in. The fact that he had her appearance changed slightly is what is holding her attention she wondered if whatever planet he is choosing there might be an old foe or enemy there? She sighed and stretched slightly, she then took a sip from her glass.
   
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Part 2 Epilogue
Stepping onto the planet from the gunship he wondered what sort of heresy hides behind the cracks of this society. No matter how bright the surface it always casts the deepest shadow and he has been given the power and authority to end it. Looking around he found many nobles landing in the innermost ring of the city, ring one. The planet Dolwine is actively looking for investment since they are recovering from a rebellion in the past and since there are a large amount of empty mansions there are many in the galaxy who wish to buy up such property.

He understands the necessity of such an action but the issue is that many can slip through the cracks and bring heresy with them. He looked over to his acolytes “are you all ready to work? I have bought us a place under false names. This time we will move through the shadows to avoid detection.” The large priest Fahim stroked his beard. “I can see why. Considering how the authorities blocked and hampered us in their own ways I have to say I prefer working like this to bring the emperor’s justice.” He had to agree with Fahim’s assessment it was odd not walking around in power armour, he had it delivered to the mansion just in case but he does not want to raise eyebrows on arrival. Belaris buttoned up his leather jacket mixed with carapace armour. “Micheal do you sense anything?” the psyker shook his head. “Not at the moment as with the great enemy they hide their tracks well.” Larissa began looking around “I will remain on alert for anything. I don’t see anything out of the ordinary though.” He could not help but smile slightly at how on point all of them are.

He looked around the port of the inner ring, workers are off-loading luggage of the various nobles arriving to the planet. The docking area itself is pristine to his surprise, there is no grease on the ground or litter and even the workers look well kept. The main question is the state of the other rings. The city of this planet is cut up into rings four to be exact the higher the number the poorer the living standings of the ring. Since they are in the middle the highest quality of life that one can obtain is located in the innermost circle.

He bought his eyes to one gun ship that was landing, for some reason he held his gaze upon it as the ramp lowered he spotted a woman with blonde hair stepping off she wore a white dress that bore stitched in pink flowers. Her attendants held her luggage as she walked off the ramp. What held his eyes upon the woman was her beauty. She looked almost mystifying, several workers even stopped what they were doing to stare. Larissa came forward folding her arms. “Well she is going to be popular I take it. Looks innocent enough.” He narrowed his eyes at the scion. “What have I said about innocence?” Larissa scratched her head mumbling “there is no such thing only degrees of guilt…” he nodded at her answer. “Right let us move to our new place. Let us hope the surface of this planet remains bright..” He gestured to his acolytes to get moving. Even if he hopes that he finds no heresy on this planet due to his long years in service to the god-emperor he knows better. Darkness is forever a shroud that fights against humanity’s right to the stars.
   
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Chapter 30
Stepping through the portal made his skin crawl a sickly wet sound purred through his ears as he passed into an ally of a destitute town. He looked behind him in the swirling pink vortex, his companion for this task also came through she kept bugging him that she does not want to stay cooped up on the ship. Adelram allowed it but he wasn’t sure how the daemonhost will react on this mission. Seasha promised that she will behave herself. She stretched “it feels so good to be out…” Asriel pointed at her “do you remember you promise?” the daemon flexled her hand. “Why do you want me to promise again? I will behave… our master allowed me to go with you. He trusts me, why can’t you?” he sighed soon as he bought up his lord. Soon as she said that she had him beat, Adelram must of allowed her to come for a reason so he might as well make use of her talents.

He looked up to the swirling portal leading to the ship, since Izel went into Adelram’s mind he has taken a new stance to his sorcery. When he mentioned he could open a rift to the planet his master was elated since Isabella had hold of the gunship and there are no means to land in this ring of the city. The gunship also had to be heavily modified by Caius for her to even get close to the planet along with falsifying her identity. Plus the fact they had to give her a great sum of thrones for her to buy a mansion and to invest in a section of the planet, Obviously she chose military, according to a report before she made her way to her new home the head of the PDF wants to personally greet her. Soon as she makes contact with him she will begin her work.

He tapped his feet, Izel said he would see them off before they start he was about to complain until a large form walked out of the portal. The liquid of the portal clinged to his armour, it evaporated in seconds of hitting the air. The sorcerer look around “it worked. This is good.” Upon him speaking Seasha walked up to him and began trailing her nail across his breastplate. He grunted and roughly pushed her back. “I am not food daemon.” Seasha spread her arms out “but all mortals are food to me sorcerer. The only reason I can’t taste my master because of pacts but you…” Asriel held her shoulder “do I need to send you home before we even start?” She pouted “just one…” he squeezed her shoulder. “No.” he said flatly.

The neverborn eventually relented and turned away, Asriel moved his hand away from the daemon and looked up to Izel. “It seems the test has been completed.” Izel nodded the charm on his collar dangling with the motion. “Our lord will be pleased with this news. I will inform the lord of sin that you are well.” Asriel smiled at him. “Look at you being so respectful now. So do you feel better with your sorcery?” He watched him flick his hand a small surge of power erupted from it. His hand is still shaky but to Asriel it seems he has learned to accept the sensation that comes whenever he summons his power. “Experimenting has been… interesting… even humans line up in my room in order for me to use them. I have been mainly using slaves though.” He tapped the chestplate of the sorcerer, a part of Asriel is happy he has now accepted his place among them. “Well we have to get to work. If all goes well you will have the chance to experiment on a far greater amount of people.” Izel turned away chuckling. “I can’t wait…” as he stepped into the portal it collapsed upon itself the pink liquid splattering across the ground. The liquid evaporated leaving no trace of its presence.

He looked over to his partner who is yawning in boredom, Asriel walked over to her “let’s get to work.” Seasha eyed him. “So we are beginning our play?” He raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Play? What on earth do you mean?” The daemonhost twirled. “You are going to forge a narrative for these mortals and make them dance to your song. I am quite eager to see it…” Asriel scratched the back of his head “if you want to put it that way… sure.” He found his tail swishing in amusement having such a thing would be a problem on any other planet but where they are now is the perfect environment. For in the fourth ring largely only mutants dwell here.

He gestured to Seasha “come let’s leave the alleyway.” she nodded as both of them began walking out of the hidden road. As they reached the town that encompasses the fourth ring he could see large run down housing blocks dotting the whole area, people with extra digits begging on the streets, lifts holding groups of mutants holding torches and mining picks. The most distinguishing thing here is the normal looking humans walking in three’s holding autoguns.

Going by their black clothes and bovine metallic charms, Asriel guessed they must be the gang who works in the fourth ring. He looked over to his companion. “Tell me Seasha how would you enjoy seeing a mutant rebellion?” The daemon gave him a whimsical smile in return. “It’s how you do the rebellion which will make my heart soar Asriel.” He sighed and scratched his head Seasha is a hard woman to please. He hoped this planet won’t be another repeat of Athor. He then stretched “well let’s get to work.”

Her attendants from the ship carried her luggage since leaving the hallowed halls of the canticle of sin she felt a strange hunger. Isabella guessed that is why Lord Adelram told her to take a few people with her. Each person she tested thoroughly to ensure they are reliable and can handle the pangs of withdrawal. She also caught the familiar faces staring at the docking port and it’s clear why her lord had Asriel change her appearance.

Walking the city of the inner ring she had to admit it was splendorous compared to Athor each of the houses are finely made in all manner of styles, people wore fancy dresses and all manner of strange make-up. Dolwine is a breath of fresh air she breathed in the air hungrily all the fine scents of the upper-nobility graced her nose. What distracted her were her thralls grunting while moving her luggage. She gave them one look which caused them to quiet their guttural noises.

Making her way across the plaza she walked down the road to find her new home waiting for her. As she walked to the front gate she spotted several people in uniforms waiting for her. The one who looked far more embellished came forward and smiled at her. He had well cropped black hair along with hawkish features. His imperial PDF uniform is also well kept. As she approached she tried to look as confused as possible. “And you are?” The soldier smiled and stretched out his hand. “I am General Leon Voit head of the PDF, I just wanted to greet you before you attended to your home Lady Katrin.” She grasped his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Leon.” the head of the PDF shook her head gently and released. He held his smile “As I said before I just wanted to meet the one who gave the armed forces a hefty donation. Many nobles who live here tend to invest in other avenues like the ore trade. I just want to let you know it’s appreciated.” Isabella gave the solder a gentle smile, she could see it’s throwing all of them off. It’s taking all their self control to stand correctly. “Think nothing of it my father was part of the hammer of the god-emperor so I thought it right to support the armed forces when I can. Who else will protect us from the darkness when push comes to shove?”

She could see all of them were clearly impressed with her answer, Leon coughed slightly “Lady Katrin I am sure you are tired from your trip here I will leave you to rest.” he gestured to the soldiers all of them began walking away. Isabella stared at Leon she can’t let this opportunity slip by. “Leon, wait moment.” The general stopped he turned his head slightly. “How about we talk further on better ways I can support the soldiers here? When you have time of course?” Leon smiled and bowed slightly. “I would be honoured Lady Katrin perhaps we can make dinner plans at some point?” She gave the best smile she could to the head of the PDF “I would love to just let me know when you are available.” Leon smiled before walking away with the soldiers.

She could see the soldiers following him whispering to each other, she could not help but feel some measure of small elation. The dominos are lining up now, she looked upon her new house. “Time to get to work..” she whispered to herself.

Martin slammed his pick into the rock his back ached, sweat creased his brow the work was painful and hard but this is the only way he finds any work. This is the only work a mutie has in the city. At least thankfully they are not purged, all the ones that bare extreme mutations live on the edge of the ring not even gangs cross that area. He wiped his brow he raised his pick and slammed it into the rock, he thought he saw a glint. A large grin creased his face as he slammed his pick one more time and then he saw it the ore. He kept picking away until a stream of it fell out.

He looked upon all the shiny rocks on the ground he called out to one of the guards. “Hey I found some!” everyone in tunnel looked at him in surprise. One of the gang members came strolling down the tunnel holding a autogun. The ones who largely control the fourth ring are known as the black bulls. The gang member brought up his torch and looked at all the ore he whistled. “Looks like one of you muties finally found something useful.” He called over several of his fellows who went to work picking up the ore. The black bull nodded. “Open your hand mutie.” Martin opened his hand, the gang member dropped a pebble in his hand. The black bulls took the rest of the ore down the tunnel towards the lift. All the other mutants began staring at him in pure jealousy he watched the eyes for certain people.

There were many times he had to fight to get back home to his sister. If he could pawn this pebble off they can at least eat for two weeks. He stuffed the pebble in his pocket beaming at the prospect of hot food over stale old bread. The black bull then looked at his watch and then up to all of them. “Right muties out of the tunnel! I better expect you here tomorrow!” Martin licked his lips soon as he gets to the top of the lift he has to make a runner.

The black bulls got everyone in single file they were shuffled down the tunnel and onto the lift. As they went up he spotted one eye staring at him. Also sharkie with his fangs snarled at him. He steadied his breathing his body hurt but he was used to this. The lift slowly went up soon as they hit the surface he broke into a run he quickly went through his head which way he should go.

Staying on the main road was dangerous since normally those who are running in the fourth ring are either in trouble with the black bulls or have a shard. Considering none of the black bulls are chasing him it’s clear enough he has a shard. He made a quick corner and ran straight into a alleyway leading to a road that is nearby to his flat. As he ran through the ally way there were people blocking the path it wasn’t mutants like him but black bulls. He raised his eyebrow in confusion. One of the gang members walked towards him. “Give up the pebble.” Martin looked down to his pocket and then up to the gang member. “B-but one of your fellows gave it to me!” he stammered.

He founds his legs shaking he can’t fight a gang member that’s a death sentence but he didn’t want to give up the shard either. “W-we need to eat..” the black bull punched him in the face. Martin fell to the ground, he felt a boot on his head. The gang member looked down at him. “Shut up mutie and give me the shard.” he tried not to cry, he can’t cry for his sisters sake. “I-I can’t! The gang has plenty of leftovers before it goes into legal hands!” the black bull spat on him. “I don’t care! W e have to spend time looking after mutie scum like you! Now I won’t ask again… give me the shard!” The gang member stepped down harder on his head.

He was about to cry until he heard a voice, “that’s not nice is it?” from above someone jumped down. A young man with dark skin and black hair. He caught something moving underneath his cloak. The black bull moved his foot away and walked up to the person butting in. Martin sat up and gulped, the gang member stood almost a head taller than the man. The black bull spoke firmly “shove of mu-” before he could finish the young man walked pass the gang member. In confusion he stared at the black bull after a few seconds blood gushed out of his neck.

He then heard clapping above him, Martin looked up to see a woman with black hair sitting on some scaffolding, she is clapping joyfully as the black bull died. At once the black bulls pulled out autoguns, in a swift motion that his eyes could barely keep up with the man who helped him pulled out a pistol and shot the remaining gang members square in the head. As they all collapsed to the ground he turned to him smiling. “You are okay?” Martin crawled away “are you mad! The-” the man shrugged “if they come I will kill them.” he looked up “did you enjoy that?”

The woman sitting on the scaffolding swaying her legs nodded while holding a devilish grin. She jumped down so gracefully it made his eyes go wide slightly both of them stared at him. He gulped. “I don’t want nothing to do with you!” the man crossed his arms and briskly walked towards him “is that the way you talk to someone who saved you?” he gulped again he still sat on his bottom shaking in fear wondering who these people were. The young man knelt down and smiled he held his shoulder. “If you need any help just ask. My name is Beleth.” he gestured to the woman “This is Seasha.” Beleth held that smile even if his cheek bares a few droplets of blood he rose and walked away without another word.

Seasha winked at him which caused him to blush slightly as she followed his rescuer. Once alone in the ally he was quickly brought to reality that he is in an alleyway with dead gang members. Martin quickly got to his feet and darted for his home. He was far more out of breath than usual that whole scene still stuck in his mind. As he got to the housing block he raced to his door and opened the door quickly. Martin almost dashed into the small flat before locking the door behind him.

Panting heavily his sister looked up at him from the table, her black hair stained with grease, her somewhat pale skin ruddy and blemished due to poor cleaning supplies and finally her mutation her sharp teeth. She got up from the chair clearly worried. “Did one eye and sharkie chase you? Considering you are out of breath you must of found something?” Martin frantically shook his head “Lucia, I just saw someone kill the black bulls…” her eyes went wide with worry. “Did anyone see you!?” he took a deep breath “no…” he slowly walked to the table and sat down. He pulled out the pebble and placed it on the table. “At least we have this. We can eat at least.” Lucia frowned “I coul-” Martin slammed the table with his fist. “No! I won’t let you! You know the stories of those who join Madam Josefine’s houses!? Never!” Lucia was almost brought to tears. “Everytime you go work I worry that you won’t come back…”

Martin placed his pick on the table he looked around their small run down apartment, full of vermin along with only having sheets to sleep on. Their mother left them on the streets he stole, even killed to ensure that they at least have a roof over their heads the mines were the best thing to happen to many mutants in the fourth ring. He did all those things and works the tunnels so Lucia would not have to degrade herself for people who will most likely kill her if she doesn’t please them. He spoke firmly “it’s fine. I work in the mines if I get lucky we can eat hot meals. Getting home is not that hard… only today was different.” His sister held his hand. “What if you don’t get lucky? What if someone decides to kill you to take that ore off you?” He looked down at the shining pebble “I would endure all manner of hardship to ensure that you don’t have to suffer. I gladly take on all the risk so you don’t have to. I won’t be like our mother. I refuse!” his sister sighed “alright, I will drop it. So do you know someone who will buy it?” Martin picked up the shining shard and smiled. “I do I will go visit big tooth tomorrow. Then we can buy actual food on the market. We might actually have hot soup for dinner Lucia!” She beamed at the prospect of having soup she smiled, watching her be happy is all he needs. Just seeing her smile keeps him going and he will do anything to keep it that way.

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Chapter 31
He yawned while sitting on the bench with his companion they have been waiting here for hours even right through the night for the black bulls to react. He gazed at his partner she is merely staring at everyone like morsels of meat. She bought her eyes to him he could see she is going to ask a question. “That young man is going to get in trouble isn't he?” Asriel picked his ear in boredom. “Most likely yes. They found the bodies and are already on the search for the culprit. Since they won’t find said culprit they will come down on the mutants in the general area like a ton of bricks.” Seasha touched his shoulder gently she purred. “Many will die…” He pushed the daemonhost back. “The more that die the better. The more that seek a better lot in life, the more that want some measure joy instead of living in this hell hole the better.” He removed his finger from his ear and flicked the debris. He relaxed on the bench staring at the mutants going on their business. A question spawned in his head. “Tell me Seasha why are the mutations that consumes us and those on the ship so different compared to the people here?” The neverborn smiled while staring at the people with him. “It lacks direction that’s it. So the gods have largely no interest. They may twist one thing out of boredom and that said mark carries on in multitude of ways when you mortals make more spawn.”

She pointed to his tail on the bench. “That is a gift shaped by the dark prince to show his love for you. So in turn you can better yourself...” He looked down to his pale tale twitching slightly. “So I can use it to kill people in more interesting ways and in turn he loves me more?” The daemon gave him a gentle smile at his words. “How else can you show her your love for him unless you use those gifts well?” he wondered if a god is truly capable of love or the type of love how humans understand it. In the end it doesn't matter he seeks to eliminate the aches and pains of hunger he feels in his gut this sensation to him tells him that the dark prince expects far more, it wants more, she expects him to feed this hunger in all manner of ways.

If doing so gets him more gifts to deal with the void in his body easier who is he to reject them? In the end going by the daemon’s words you have no choice but to accept a god's love when it comes to chaos especially if you already sold your soul to them. To refuse leads to… “spawndom…” he said quietly to himself.

Sighing he yawned again and groaned in annoyance. “Dammit they are so slow! Hurry up and start ruining people’s lives!” He got up from the bench stroking his chin. “Perhaps I need to kill mo-” before he could say anything else he spotted a group of black bulls moving into the general area of the dead black bulls. Asriel looked down to his companion and gave a toothy grin. “It seems the little play is starting…” she bought her gaze upon the gang members surging into the area. “I wonder how you will direct it from here?” He began transitioning his nails into talons “don’t worry the show will be wonderful. There will be plenty of killing to do once all the actors are in their place…” his words caused the daemonhost to return his smile, a smile of anticipation.

Isabella looked around the mansion her servants at work setting up the house to her liking, she has to be careful that it’s not… too extreme. She had a mission to complete and to prevent too many eyebrows from being raised. She looked down to her wristband, it’s similar to the one from Athor but with some improvements. For one it’s far less flashy to use and in order to use the functions she merely has to place her finger on the gem and think of which function to use. Her lord told her that he improved it with the help of Izel, she thought upon the sorcerer on the lead up to the operation they seem to be getting on well and gave the means for Asriel and the daemon to infiltrate the world.

Lowering her wrist she thought it would be a good idea to update her Lord on her current status. Isabella made her way to her room, entering her sleeping chamber she could not help but sigh. It needs far more colour, her servants only used six colours when painting her room and the bed itself can have far more elaborate sheets as well. At least she was able to smuggle several bottles of her wine from the ship. Thinking on the wine she wondered, “should I tell Asriel what’s in it?” Isabella shrugged thinking such a thing. “He will most likely not care.”

She looked at the bracelet and focused on why she came here, before making contact she obscured the windows with the veil and locked her door. Finally Isabella looked down to the bracelet and pressed her finger on it. She thought on making Contact with Lord Adelram, as that thought passed through her mind a small circular mirror that is no larger than a data pad sprang into existence. There were even no lights in the mirror appearing either for some reason such a fact displeased her. She gave a small sigh and stared at the small mirror after a few seconds waiting her lord came into view. He gave her such a smile it was hard not to keep herself from falling to her knees. “My lord I am within the mansion and I have made contact with the head of the PDF. He is eager to talk more on the matter of supporting the armed forces.” Lord Adelram’s smile turned toothy at her words. “Good no-” before he could say anything a hairy bovine face took up half the mirror. “Is that Isabella? Hello! It-” Her lord pushed Salvador’s head away shaking his head. “Salvador focus on your food. I need to talk with Isabella.” she heard a beastal whine in the background. “I could protect her! Plus I haven’t talked with her in ages!” Isabella could not help but smile at such a thought when the first Astartes came to the lower levels to hunt them Salvador sprang into action without a second thought. He did not have a weapon back then and the encounter almost cost him his life. “It’s fine Salvador listen to our lord unlike us you will have your time with him once the attack starts.” Her lord looked over to what she assumes is Salvador. “Indeed you will be at my side when the assault starts so relax dear Salvador. Eat your food while you wait for our time.” she head another beastial whine in the background along with grumbling. Her lord coughed slightly and faced her. “Now Isabella I don’t need to tell you this an opportunity to allow corruption to seep into the PDF almost all nobles on the planet invest their money in the ore trade upon buying property. At this moment with your large investment you already have the good graces of the PDF. Dolwine has the Astra Militarum on call due to the past. Acquiring the PDF will make the coming battle easier, if all goes well our ship will be brimming to the rim with slaves and other goods. Now I know your talents you will not fail me will you?” Isabella drew in all of her master’s words the fact he is relying on her so much caused her cheeks to flush slightly, her legs were shaking slowly giving way to kneel. Instead to ease her body she gave a small bow. “I understand my lord I am already thinking of way to start the PDF’s path to entropy and excess…”

Her lord inclined her head to her “good, now Asriel is already on his way to executing his own plan. A mutant rebellion, there are a great amount of people graced by the gods on the fourth ring some baring small malignancies and others swelling with the touch of the warp I at least want to make you aware of what’s going on his end.” Isabella raised her eyebrow “if I may ask how do you know what Asriel is doing?” Her master stroked his chin. “He has a companion who can report to me whatever he is doing. Also if need be she can update Asriel on any information our pact has many benefits…”

Isabella for some reason looked away “would you… ever do that to me?” she can clearly see Isira is not the same anymore. At times they pass each other the ship but now she holds the gaze of a predator. She does not have much understanding of daemons but at most she knows to be careful. Adelram suddenly spoke softly “have you ever rejected me Isabella?” hearing such a thing she bought her eyes to the mirror her heart ached as her lord said those words. “Never! I will never reject you!” he smiled at her. “Well Isira did. She did not want to be at my side anymore.” Isabella clenched her fist in rage, she ground on her teeth in annoyance. “No wonder...she deserves it…How could she!” Lord Adelram chuckled “exactly hence her current state. Now you, Salvador and Asriel? Know that I hold the three of you in my heart closely… do not fail me Isabella…” His face drifted away with the mirror, as it vanished she finally dropped to her knees trembling uncontrollably. “I-I won’t fail you my lord…” The fact she knows how much he trusts her made her heart soar and at the same time she felt her mind sharpening, honing to formulate a plan to deliver the PDF to her master.

She looked over to her luggage containing her smuggled wine a thin smile lined her lips.

He held the pebble in his pocket as he made his way to Big tooth, he tried not to make himself stand out too much just in case he encounters someone from work. Martin did the best he can to blend in the crowd but one thing that is worrying him there are a great amount of black bulls patrolling. Far more than usual, he recalled the scene yesterday, the young man named Beleth killing killing all the gang members, what caused him to worry is that when their faces met he saw joy. In his past when he used to kill he’s met people like that and those were the kinds of people you should stay clear off.

What confunded him even more is that he told him that he could ask him for help, for one he has no idea to contact him or find him. More than anything he wants nothing to do with the mad cut-throat. Martin made his way down the street sighing he just hoped the gang is just poking their noses around instead of becoming a lingering presence in the area. He bought his eyes down the road and saw Big tooth’s stall. Martin walked up to the large man, his defining feature on his angular face is a large tooth that protrudes from his lip. He gave a gruff laugh “little Martin? What are you doing here?” he frowned whenever he calls him little perhaps it’s just because he is a regular customer whenever he finds ore? He pulled out his hand showing the pebble. “I found one. Can you exchange it for some thrones?” the edge of Big Tooth’s lips perked up slightly. “This one is rather large… my, my...I am surprised you are still alive.” Martin rubbed his nose with his freehand “well I did get jumped yesterday but I got away.” he lowered his hand and smiled at the fence. “So onto business how much can I get?”

Big tooth picked the shard out of the hand, he then grasped his magnifying glass from his table and looked at the shard carefully he lowered it after a moment and nodded. “I can give you… fifty thrones.” Martin’s eyes lit up “fifty! Really!?” the large man stuffed the shard into his pocket. “Indeed! Since you are a regular customer I will give you fifty, now open your hands.” Martin opened his hands, Big tooth went into his pocket and pulled out several coins and dropped them into his hands. As the metal hit his pale skin he found himself smiling instead of eating for two weeks this should be enough to last them a month.

Once big tooth was done he clutched his hands close, he stuffed the thrones into his pocket beaming at the prospect of hot soup. He smiled at big tooth “thanks! Now I have to get home I have to head to work!” The large man rubbed his hands “if you find anything you know where to find me!” Martin nodded he turned away to make his way back home he felt the thrones jiggling in his pocket. At this moment his stomach is rumbling with the thought of actual bread and bean soup or if he is lucky at the market tomato soup. He grinned to himself the next few weeks both he and Lucia can sleep with filled stomachs.

He gave a small whistle as he walked home eager to tell his sister the good news.

He picked out the shard from his pocket and looked down to it chuckling to himself. Ore sold to the right people can get you a lot of money, he makes his living as a “fence” in other words having other mutants gather the ore for him, which enables him to sell off the ore for the correct price or perhaps even higher. The years of doing this has allowed him to buy a small and even somewhat nice apartment near the gate of the fourth ring. Compared to the proper fences that work in the third ring he is small fry but at least he lives comfortably in this hell hole. Licking his lips he said “oh little Martin how you are my best customer…” Big tooth stuffed the shard into his pocket the only problem at the moment is the black bulls. They let him work since he is a part of the cog in the machine to get all the other mutants working for pittance.

Also giving the leader of the black bulls Slava Valervich his cut helps keep him safe and prevents any mutants from getting the wrong idea. He can see that Slava is pushing the mutants to working even harder in the mines since he wants what all gangs want a seat on Madam’s Josefine’s table. All the big crime lords in the third ring own one of the eight seats. Normally the way to gain one is to earn more money than someone holding a seat or annihilate their gang. From what he understood from the whispers Slava wishes to monopolize the fourth ring and knock off the Lisira Gotchsmit owner of the eighth seat since the black bulls don’t have the numbers to take them on in a war.

All the seats above that have political, monetary and even noble support from the second and first ring, fighting such a behemoth is suicide. Big tooth looked up to the skies he spoke quietly to himself “we all have a place only the ruthless can get to the top...” after a moment he heard someone coughing. He bought his eyes down to see a young man wearing slightly plain clothing along with a black cloak. What threw him off were the eyes, the eyes bought a dark chill to his heart.

Over the young man’s shoulder he also spotted a beautiful woman that instead bought a strange warmth he wondered how she blended into the crowd without anyone staring. The man coughed again “eyes down to me please.” Big tooth grunted in annoyance another mutant who thinks he is more important than he is. Types like them tend to die young, still he kept his business face on and leveled his eyes on the customer. “So what can I do for you? Do you have shards to sell?” The customer smiled and tapped his black nail on the wooden table. “I can’t help but notice that you gave that fellow the incorrect amount of thrones? Fifty for that? A pure shard like that is worth almost five hundred or even more.” He sighed he was right he is a mutant who thinks he knows best. “Right, don’t tell me how to run my business. I run a respectable establishment that even the black bulls see use of.” he waved away the mutant. “Now shove off before I call the gang members to plant a bullet in your head.”

The young man gave him a chilling smile he gulped in reaction. “You think so loudly and I thank you for the information. The eight seats sound pretty interesting to be honest…” Big tooth’s heart began pounding a strange thought creased mind that this man might be a witch, but it can’t be all of them live on the edges. He looked at the nail tapping on the table it slowly transitioned to a talon, the sharp nail made a large hole in the table as it crashed down on the wood. He cursed to himself the person before him must also be a major mutant. “Look I don’t want any trouble. Jus-” the possible witch cut him off. “You feed off the downtrodden to fuel your excess. It’s small but somewhat impressive but you see… there is a problem. You fuel everyone’s way of life here so…” Big tooth shook his head he began sweating he found himself wiping his brow. “J-just leave!” he stammered.

The man nodded and walked away with his female companion without another word. As they vanished into the crowd he breathed out a sigh of relief he wondered if he should report him to the black bulls? He spoke trying to steady his breathing “It’s not good for business letting major mutants and a possible witch walk around…” after he spoke the sound of droplets hitting the table entered his ears. He looked up to the skies in reaction. “It’s not raining…” he bought his vision down to his table to see several droplets of blood. Staring at the blood for a moment his neck started to hurt and a stream of blood gushed onto the table. He gasped for air, the pain was agonsing he found himself falling forward crashing onto the table.

He gagged, his own warm lifeblood pressing on his check, he saw all of his work-his life draining away into darkness.
   
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he didn't see that coming did he?


No indeed he didn’t. Too bad for him.

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Chapter 32
Whistling listening to the murmur of the crowd a sort of peace came to his mind, the hell hole of the fourth ring did not seem that bad, or perhaps it’s the fact that he might have a full stomach tonight. Martin chuckled to himself “bean soup! I can’t wait!” grinning ear to ear he found himself now briskly walking. He wanted to place the money in their savings and perhaps Lucia could go shopping but the one thing that brightened his day is that his sister would be happy.

Happiness is a rare commodity in the fourth ring and there are two ways to obtain it, working the mines and hope you get lucky or step upon others. He recalled the days when he had to kill, Martin hope he would never have to go back to it. One thing he had to keep in the back of his mind is to close his heart and mind to the suffering of others. Not to bask in the violence but only keep it to a means to an end.

Looking down to his hand he clutched it in reflex, the fleeting sensation of holding a knife to end someone will never go away. Sighing he looked upwards, black bulls are swarming his home block he prayed that at most they hang around a few days, the thought died as he saw what happened next. They lined several mutants up who were crying for their wives and daughters while the black bulls questioned them on events surrounding the alleyway.

One mutant who bore a horn cried out. “I don’t know anything! Please! Release my wife!” The black bull sighed in annoyance he kneed the mutant in the gut and shot him in the head. Sagging to the floor his wife cried a stream of tears. Watching such a scene caused his teeth to sharpen, he felt veins pulsing on the side of his eyes. Creasing his brow he said. “No… don’t get involved.” As he walked to the flats he tried to make himself small to keep out of the vision of the gang members. As he got to the steps leading into the flats the doors opened. A black bull was dragging someone by the hair, they looked up tears in their eyes. “Martin! Help me!” He saw the face of Lucia crying in pain, in that instant he narrowed his eyes, his teeth turned to fangs, his veins pulsed with fury.

Martin charged at the black bull all reasoning drifting from his mind, all he focused on is protecting his family. His fist came towards the black bull who had no time to react as his fist crashed into the face of the gang member.

His attack drew the eyes of everyone on the road, even the gang members who were lining up the mutants. Silence reigned, a deathly silence where you could only hear the nipping of vermin and the water drops of exposed pipes. The black bull crashed onto the steps forcing him to release his sister. Lucia looked down to the gang member crumpled on the steps in shock, the anger drifted. Once the haze cleared, his teeth slowly turned to normal he saw what he just did and cursed.

He called out “Luci-” several of the gang members charged at him piling on top of him. He could hear muffled screams as his sister was taken away. He roared in anger, but several of the gang were holding him down. He could hear the one that he punched getting up slowly, he then walked over to look at his face the black bull looked down at him blood trailing down his nose but what caused his heart to constrict is the anger in his eyes.

He gestured to the others “get the fool into the alley way! Now!” one by one the black bulls removed themselves from his body. They hoisted up, dragging him towards the alley way he frantically looked around for his sister he spotted her being held with the other female mutants. One of the gang members who were dragging him along smiled at him. “One of you mutants killed some of us so the boss wants to cover his losses by selling a few of you to the Madam’s houses…” Martin shook his head in horror “no...no….No!”

Entering the ally way his heart was pounding he needed to save his sister. He can’t let her be taken to that place, his train of thought was broken as the black bull he punched stood before him. He panted and pointed at him. “You got a lot of nerve mutie…” Martin looked away he did not know what to say the gravity of what he did was now falling upon him. The gang member shouted at him. “Look at me!” Slowly he faced the black bull, but instead of words a fist came hurtling into his face.

Pain erupted from his nose, the black bull shouted at him “you creatures! Should know your place!” he kept punching him again and again. Martin found it hard to breathe as pain surged across his face. But one constant was kept into his mind his sister. He can’t die here, he has to find some way out. The black bull punched him in the gut causing him to gag, he coughed heavily.

The one’s holding him kept him from falling gritting his teeth he thought of a possibility since in this situation he is likely to end up in a ditch somewhere. He shouted as loud as he can. “Beleth! Please! Help me! Please!” Yet nothing, the gang member lifted his battered head raising his eyebrow in confusion. “No one will help you mutie…” the black bull punched him in the face again. As his head was pounded all hope within his mind began crumbling slowly to dust. His head sagged downwards “someone please help….”

He looked down from the scaffolding at the scene before him smiling, his partner smiled with him. She whispered “you knew something like this was going to happen…” Asriel focused on the person he helped. “Indeed, now to set the wheels in motion.” he hoped down from the scaffolding landing softly, as he hit the ground all the gang members looked at him. The one assaulting his pawn made a gruff expression as he shouted. “Shove off! Beo-” he threw a knife from his belt silencing the gang member before he could finish.

At once without saying a word the black bulls dropped the one he needs while drawing knives and blades. Asriel went to his belt and pulled out two knives he bound forward like predator, his blade slicing through muscle, slicing away eyes as the onslaught of violence happened he could see his pawn looking at him in awe. This is exactly what he needs he chuckled “you need to look…” as the gang members were cut down like chattel the final gang member who remained alive looked around to his fellows who were now dead.

He fell to his bottom in fear as he stammered “w-what do you want!?” Asriel walked over to the gang member who is now stricken with fear. He pulled out his auto-pistol and aimed at his head. The Black Bull was sweating bullets as he began begging for his life, his tirade caused him to look upon the broken mutant, his pale white hair dirty, his ruddy face ruined by bruises and blood. But in his eyes he saw it. The words that are passing through the meat that is held within his skull. How can I be like him? Asriel aired the mutants thoughts “you can be like me.” He barely glanced at the gang member as he shot him in the head.

Upon the gang member falling to the ground Seasha started clapping, he looked up “it wasn’t that impressive.” despite his words she smiled back at him. “I enjoy watching you kill I recall how you were so long ago... Frail, weak and frightened….” Asriel frowned as she said that for some reason he dislikes thinking on his old self. The one that was ignorant and also weak in a sense the daemonhost was correct which also at the same time annoys even more. Returning his auto-pistol to it’s holster he looked upon the mutant who is now struggling to getting up, he gasped “L-lucia….”

Watching mutant struggle, despite the emptiness that grips him he understood full well what he is feeling, the need to defend those who you care for, but if you truly want to aid them. To protect them all limits must be torn down. Walking up to the struggling individual he knelt and looked into his eyes as he tried to get up. “I will retrieve your sister for you, tell me what’s your name?” He reached over to his face, the bruising whittled away his nose smoothly moved back into place. The mutant touched his face in clear surprise. “Y-you a witch?” he stammered.

Asriel titled his head to the side slightly “does it matter? As I said I will retrieve your sister for you. Also I asked you a question.” in response the mutant shook his head he sighed like he was finally giving up. “Martin. If you are going to sav-” Asriel held his lips with two of his fingers he gazed into his yellow eyes that bore slits. “You have the eyes of a killer but that’s all you have. You are merely a clump of clay at the moment so in other words you are weak.” In reaction Martin reached to grab his hand holding his lips but no matter how much he tried he could not move his hand away. Asriel watched him struggle eventually he gave up. Smiling he continued “see Martin you still have notions of limits, a line that should not be crossed.” Asriel leaned in close. “If anyone harms those I care for I would tear out their eyes, tongues and commit unending torment upon them. If they seek to run I will chase them across the galaxy until I see them dead.” The mutant’s eyes went wide at his words he could see the worry or the thought. What have I gotten myself into? Asriel held his grin. “Indeed what have you gotten yourself into? You see Martin people like us will forever be looked down upon by those who are… “normal” so why hold back against them?” Asriel sighed “look at me rambling when I need to save your sister since you are too weak to be able to.”

He let go of Martin’s lips who is now merely looking downwards, Asriel rose and pulled out a note he dropped it in front of Martin who looked down at it in confusion. “Now, Martin hang onto that note and visit that location tomorrow your sister will be there.” He gestured to Seasha “come let’s go we have people to save.” The daemonhost rolled her eyes and jumped off the scaffolding she crossed her arms. “May I join in? Will my talents be needed?” Asriel spread his arms out “of course your talents will be needed!” at the mention of her talents her eyes lit up she grabbed his hand and began running down the alley. “They are this way! Let’s go quickly!” Asriel tried to keep his footing as his companion ran he looked back to Martin “you better hurry up and leave the alley before they check on what’s going on! See you tomorrow!” he could see Martin squeezing his note in frustration.

He smiled seeing this, the emotion that is consuming him will enable him to cross the line.

Her servants prepared the room for the dinner, Leon has accepted her invitation eager to talk further, what perplexed her is that the room was so plain, the silk curtains were a darker shade than normal and the paint of the room caused her to pout but she had to make do for now. Slowly her thralls bought in the meals laced with her wine, at least a distilled version of it. Isabella also held a bottle of distilled wine that Leon could also drink she smiled to herself. “I am sure he will enjoy it…”

Once the table was set the servant’s stood before her and bowed, as they rose one stepped forward “Lady Isabella Leon is coming soon should I wait for him at the door?” She inclined her head to her servant. “Yes, go and do that I wish to inspect the food before he comes here.” The servant bowed again before leaving the room. The others she dismissed for them to handle other trivial activities. Once alone she walked to the table and pulled up the cover and stared at the food, the steak, vegetables and the potatoes. Then trickles of the wine that gave it a pleasant scent. Once the food was inspected she carefully placed down the wine bottle in the middle of the table which will be the main source of beautiful corruption.

Satisfied she covered the food and grinned “it always starts small…” looking at the door she finally heard a knock. She prepared her face, her hair and her white dress. Isabella called out “you may come in!” The door opened she saw her servant and General Leon. Her thrall escorted the leader of the PDF in as they entered the General look clearly impressed with the colour design of the room. A part of her wondered what he sees considering by large to her the room could do with more colour.

Trying not to sigh she gave Leon a small curtsy and in return he gave a small bow as he said. “Lady Isabella I am glad you are having me for dinner. I do appreciate the time you put aside to see me.” she inclined her head back to Leon “thank you for coming please have a seat.” Leon smiled as he made his way to the dinner table, once seated Isabella gestured to dismiss the servant who gave a curt bow before leaving the room.

Once alone with the general she took a small breath and took her seat in front of him. She smiled, to her it would be a good idea to start with the food get him in the mood to talk. “So how about we eat and discuss how I can invest more into the PDF?” She watched Leon smile and remove the cover from his meal, as he gazed at the food Isabella removed hers. The general laid eyes upon the meal right way she could see the effect, he is trying hard to keep his mouth from watering, his nose also tingled trying to breathe in the aroma.

Isabella picked up her knife and fork rattling it slightly to get his attention to them, The action jolted the general to attention as he in turn reaches for his cutlery. She did not want any words to pass between them, Leon needs to eat the food first, diverting her gaze slightly in order to stave off the look that she is staring she waited for him to eat. It took only a moment for general to begin eating his food to Isabella’s surprise. He slowly cut a piece of meat and placed it into his mouth once he started chewing his cheeks flushed. Isabella gave Leon a gentle smile at the moment of his reaction “are you enjoying the meal?” he could not return her words she could see he is savouring that single piece.

Once he swallowed the piece of meat he finally spoke. “What is in this!?” Isabella gave a coy smile in return for the praise. “It’s only the best my servant’s could prepare. Try the wine, I personally brewed it. Before my mother passed brewing wine was her hobby.” At the mention of the wine the general gently picked up a bottle he poured the red deep liquid into the glass.

He lifted the glass and waved it around his nose taking in the scent, his eyes lit up as he sipped the glass. The wine hitting his lips and entering his mouth right away she saw it. The surprise on his face and after taking a sip he drained the rest of the wine. His hand shaking he placed the glass on the table staring at it in shock. He looked up to her “that was amazing…” Isabella began cutting her steak. “You can have some more if you want.” slowly she raised the piece of steak and placed it into her mouth.

As the meat entered her mouth she wanted to screw her face in disgust but held it back, the food had no flavour. No spice, texture or heavy flavour it was almost like ash in her mouth her instinct’s screamed at her to pick up her bottle and pour it all over the food. Isabella calmed herself she thought to herself I need to chew, just eat normally. Remember the mission. She chewed slowly trying to look like she is actually savouring the food soon as she was able to swallow it she pushed the meat down her throat.

Eating that single piece she spotted Leon has already refilled his glass he tried to control himself from draining it completely, Isabella could see he finally wants to talk. “Now about the investment are you sure?” Isabella picked up her wine glass and took a sip despite the watered down taste it’s better than the food lowering her glass she answered his question. “Yes I am sure, as I said you never know when darkness will come. What is a better place to send one’s money than to the god-emperor’s soldiers?”

The general clearly liked her response considering his smile but he sighed “I thank you Lady Isabella. It’s good to see a noble who is honest and true to the god-emperor.” Isabella raised her eyebrow at that information. “Are other nobles not honest and true?” Leon rubbed his neck it’s clear he is withholding something so she pressured further. “There is something dark with the nobles on this planet isn’t there?” He sighed again “yes.., many of the nobles have money in the ore trade but those who gather said ore are… unsavoury…” she stroked her chin noting that information down in her mind. “I have experience with nobles forgetting their duty. It’s unfortunate that many care more for shiny ore than what is important.” Leon inclined his head to her words. “Exactly! But…I have to be honest you might not exactly see a return…”

Isabella took another sip from her wine glass she guessed that he has appealed to other nobles already but was turned down. The noble’s of this planet blunder is her opportunity. “Do not worry I have other business off-world and supporting you would be no problem on my part. So quiet the worry within your heart general.” Her words caused a smile to tug at his lips she gestured to the drink and food. “We can talk more while we eat and perhaps we can have even more dinners to discuss further how I can help you.” Leon looked at her in almost complete awe, she needed that expression, the general making such expression means he is almost firmly in her hands. “Thank you lady Isabella, I wonder if the emperor himself sent you.” Isabella gave him a gentle smile “we are all servants of the emperor it’s up to everyone to do their piece. Now we can’t let this food get cold.” The head of the PDF gave a curt nod to her words and coutined eating displaying clear joy at each bite and sip of his wine glass.

Isabella looked at her own food and her stomach turned, but she can endure this for her plan is progressing smoothly. Enduring poor food is a small price to pay for the sake of her Lord.
   
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With some feedback from my mates I have learned there are a few things I could do to make conversations flow better. Instead of always describing a mannerisms all the time then a character saying something in this chapter I will attempted to something a little different to make conversations better going back and forth. Since I am sort of experimenting the chapter will be shorter today.

Chapter 33
The base looked destitute and run down like all the other buildings in the fourth ring but supposedly this is the place. Seasha sniffed out the scent of the kidnapped mutants and lead him here to this disgusting building. “So are you sure it’s here?” she turned looking clearly insulted. “You doubt me? Mortal’s are my favourite meal. Plus I can smell their taint.” “you can smell their taint?” said Asriel. “Yes I can, I can also smell their terror, pain and anguish….” he looked up to the building again his companion words rattling within his mind Asriel wondered how he should approach the assault? “Perhaps we should just walk in? It would be more interesting that way don’t you think?” Seasha gave a smile the sort of smile just before they spar. “Just walk in!?” she grasped his arm “that is such a good idea! Let’s do that!” Asriel gave the building one more look before walking up the steps and opening the doors.

Stepping into the building the light’s within the hall were dim, it bore a strange heedy smell and it looked disgusting like most buildings in the fourth ring. Walking forward right away the black bulls froze, it was like time was standing still for them. Asriel guessed they are not used to someone entering one of their bases in such a fashion. A gang member strode forwards. “You got a some nerve coming here!” his eyes drifted to his companion. “Oh? What do we have here? How about you leave this fool and come with me?” “I quite like this fool actually, in a manner of speaking he is my husband.” Asriel felt a jolt of shock within his breast which suprised him he flicked his head towards the daemonhost. “What are you thinking! I-” The black bull scowled, at the corner of his vision he watched him moving his hand to his gun. With pure instinct Asriel flicked out his blade slicing the throat of the gang member, the black bull gagged and collapsed to the ground. “Now Seasha, I am not your husband. We are...” before he could finish everyone in the hall pulled weapons out. “We are what Asriel?” said Seasha. He sighed wondering why he is having such a conversation. “How about we just focus on having fun instead?” The neverborn looked right eye into his black eyes. “Will you at least leave me the eyes as we kill?” “Yes, I will leave you the eyes.”

Asriel bought his attention to the gang members “right! Just let us kill you! It will hurt less!” the black bull’s looked at each other in confusion one shouted. “Shut up you bloody muta-” he threw his knife into the head of the gang member silence him. “Don’t be ru-” before he could say anything the gang fired their guns. He readied his cloak to wrap around both him and his companion darkness now covered them as the bullets rattled on his familiar. “So how are you going to kill them Seasha?” her voice began distorting as she spoke “they will know delight as they die….that’s all you need to know…” His eyes widened slightly hearing that Asriel guessed she was that bored with sparing if she is so eager to kill. “I see, anyway they should be reloading just about…..now.”

The bullet’s stopped as he predicted he unfurled his cape displaying the gang members reaching to reload their guns. He bound forward with Seasha, he drew a dagger and his companion turned her hands into crab claws. Reaching the first gang member Asriel slashed across his eyes blinding the gang member, he screamed dropping his weapon he then plunged his dagger into his throat as the blade entered flesh he heard a bestial hiss to his side. “You promised to leave the eyes!” He turned his head to see Seasha tearing the head off a gang member. She clutched the head in a her claw and with her other hand she plucked out the eyes and placed it into her mouth.

Seasha began chewing slowly and stared at him clearly annoyed. “Sorry about that, I will remember for the next ones…” his companion swallowed her smile returned to her face. “Good, now…” he echoed “now what?” he removed his blade from the throat of gang member allowing them to sag to the ground. Asriel just realised the black bulls should of reloaded by now. He looked over to see all of them shaking in fear one screamed “Witches! T-they are majors!” Seasha gave a shrill laugh taking the opportunity to attack as they quivered in fear. She impaled another gang member tearing out his organs, she then flipped over him and slashed the throat of another with her crab claw. “I can’t let her show me up!” Asriel charged forward he pulled a knife from his belt and threw it in the air his tail whipped out and clutched the weapon.

Like a whirlwind he danced through the hall with Seasha, cutting throats, limbs and arms. “Make sure not to hit the eyes… I have to be precise…” a gang member tried to approach him from behind with a knife his tail flicked out slashing his throat. “Be precise…” said Asriel. He pressed ownards down the hall slaughtering the gang members, he is not exactly enjoying the experience but at least Seasha seems happy. He watched her tearing off the lips of another gang member who’s head she removed, chewing on the meat she threw the heard towards the remaining black bulls in the hall. Such an act caused the gang members to break and fall back Seasha gave daemonic cry of anger. “Don’t run!? Why run from joy!? Experience the pain I am delivering upon you!”

To Asriel she seems to be getting excited, too excited her hair is slowly changing to pink and is now flowing unnaturally. “Seasha don’t stop! Don’t let them run!” she echoed his words “Don’t run, stay!” her mouth opened wide and released a great bellow of pink mist enveloping the hall it consumed the fleeing gang members who stopped in their tracks, they turned towards Seasha eyes now dilated, they drooled slightly and had large grins on their faces.

They walked forward almost like servitors, Seasha calmed herself slightly, Asriel wondered what exactly just happened. One by one they approached the daemonhost falling to their knees in front of her. He watched her caress their check with her claw before in a quick movement picked out their eyes. Their mouth moved into the shape of a scream but only sounds of pleasure erupted from their lips. “That’s it enjoy what I am doing…” “They seem to be enjoying it alright but we don’t have time. Hurry and do your business Seasha.” said Asriel. She almost scowled at him. “You said you needed my talents! Yet you use me for sparring! Plus being cooped up in your room all day!? It’s boring! After the moment we shared you don’t want to try again! Don’t you care!?” he frowned in return “No I don’t and neither do you, but since I am a nice person I will allow you to enjoy yourself this once, after this we murder them and move on.” his words caused a smile to return to her face in a flash she approached him on pecked him on the cheek. “Such a gentleman…” she turned away and returned to the entranced gang members.

The daemonhost spent time with each one, tearing off limbs, peeling away skin and always eating the eyes once she is was done the remaining gang members were reduced to clumps of meat, the mist slowly evaporated. Asriel gestured to the door “now, let’s go remember your promise.” “What promise?” Seasha said softly. “I did not promise anything…” he shook his in response head sighing heavily, looking over to the doors leading further in the only reason why he is pressed for time is to ensure Martin’s sister is in one piece. He needs her alive for his plan, Asriel walked over and grasped Seasha’s hand who was still staring at the mutilated pieces of meat he pulled her to the doors breaking her concentration “I want to stare... just for a little bit!” he scowled back “we are pressed for time Seasha let’s focus on the objective!” she gave a simple pout in return as her hair slowly changed back to normal, a part of Asriel still wondered why Adelram had him take her a long. Perhaps it would become more clear once the plan starts.

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Chapter 34
Sitting in the study bought a sense of ease to him the shelves stacked with crime reports major and minor. His desk holding papers detailing person’s of note within the city along with the current leader of the PDF. For most inquisitors having information normally does bring a sense of ease but such an emotion is not part of his line of work it never is. From experience being at ease makes one sloppy, it keeps one from seeing the details. So Belaris keeps himself working, watching for any anomalies in any report but overall there is nothing of note which slightly vexed him. “There must be something odd with this planet...something I am not seeing…” picking up a report he looked at the past events that have occured on Dolwine and the only thing of note is the rebellion. Details on that event is rather scarce which is rather odd, like something or someone tried to hide the details of the events.

At most going by the report it appears like a bog standard rebellion that was put down quickly by the Astra Militarum. “What was the rebellion about? Who were the main players?” Belaris spoke out loud. Thinking, he heard a knock on his door. “Come in!” the door slowly opened revealing one his acolytes Lassira. Walking in she saluted “Inquisitor.” “Larissa what is it? Is something wrong?” said Belaris. Larissa looked to the ground for a moment and then up to him. “I think I found an anomaly.” He raised his eyebrow to his acolyte in surprise “so you took initiative. Tell me what have you found?” “Inquisitor I took time to explore the rings it seems nobles have free access to all the gates leading into all the rings even the fourth. The second and third ring is “normal” but what held my interest is the fourth ring.” she walked forward and placed a piece of paper on his desk. “We knew that the fourth layer held… “mutants” as she mentioned mutants, Belaris could hear a measure of disgust in her voice as should be expected of a scion. “Now, normally they should be purged but the amount of aberrations that live in that layer is staggering. Like they are being “kept” what leads me to believe this is because the gang that does its work in the fourth ring have mutants entering lifts to a lower level. Since I looked “normal” I was not exactly allowed to get anywhere near them. So rather than overstaying my welcome I returned.” All of this information caused Belaris to stroke his chin he leveled his vision to Larissa “you were adequately disguised when you gathered this information?”

Larissa smiled “of course inquisitor, I am not a rookie and I have learned much from serving under you.” he chuckled as she said that he recalled her regiment was utterly corrupted it was with her aid that it was uncovered and dealt with and in penance offered her services to him. He picked up Larissa’s report, skimming it he could see she has gone in extreme detail. Far more detail than usual to the point he guessed that she wants to prove something. Placing the report down he sighed. “Larissa, Athor was hard on all of us, No-” she narrowed her eyes at him the facial expression caused his words to die on his lips. He shook his head in disapproval “Larissa in this line of work being zealous after failure can help in certain situations but I shall put this to you. What would of happened if you were captured? You did not tell me where you were going, you did not tell me what you were doing. If caught in such a situation at most you would end up dead with me having no idea where to find you.” His words were like a knife aiming straight for her heart, Larissa’s eyes relaxed a little. “I understand inquisitor, but...I still read the reports of what happened to Athor. All of those innocents dead and I can’t help bu-” “feel you could of done more?” he rose from his chair. “Many inquisitors feel that they can do more in the face of failure. To be more watchful, more observant and perhaps displaying more righteous fury against the heretic. But what I have learned? Being rash can be exploited, used by the great enemy. Since they look for weakness in one’s heart, it’s the moment of trying to do good and ensure the betterment and sanctity of the God-emperor’s imperium where the heretic snaps its jaw shut around us.” By the scion’s face she is taking in his words. The issue is whether she took them to heart.

He looked down to the report “I want you to go back to the fourth layer and investigate further but this time you will take Michael with you. I suspect this planet has not been doing its duty in gathering rogue psykers so Micheal being with you should not be much problem.” he looked up to his acolyte his order caused Larissa to frown. “Inquisitor, I am sure I can handle it.” “No, I do not believe you can, this planet is an unknown so you will have back up. Now you have your orders.” Belaris retorted. “Now prepare your things and set out within the hour, we will be using dead drops as means of contact some of the scions that have stuck with us will be spread out through the fourth layer they will also keep an eye out also.” Larissa slowly slauted trying to keep her face neutral. “Yes inquisitor I will set out with Michael may the god-emperor be with you.” “And to you” said Belaris.

The scion turned and left his study without another word, he hoped that Michael's presence will rein her in for it’s in failure when darkness seeks to consume you utterly.

The hall was slick with gore, the smell of blood permeated the air, he breathed in deeply. “Smells good, now we should be close to our objective.” working through the base he could hear faint crying he does not even need Seasha to guide him. The daemonhost to his surprise is also now silent upon killing the last gang member her hands returning to normal. Once the killing was done she would have something to say or get upset that they are moving too quickly, so he found her silence odd. Asriel approached her, staring at Seasha it looked like she was staring into the distance looking towards something. Suddenly she clenched her head screaming “I want to get out! I want to get out! Please!” the screams caused him to rush over and turn her towards him. “What’s the matter!?” said Asriel.

Seasha looked down for a moment then up to him. “Nothing, I just let her slip to taste freedom for a moment.” her usual smile came back. “The anguish was delicious…” he furrowed his brow in annoyance “are you that bored?” “Yes I am” Seasha spoke firmly. She then looked down to his hands grasping her arms. “Look at you so worried about me...or perhaps it’s her?” he looked down to his hands he suddenly did wonder why was he exactly worried and more than anything he was surprised that Isira still exists he thought that the daemon would have devoured her utterly by now. “I don’t know why I was worried, even so what condition is Isira actually in?” The neverborn tilted her head slightly “You want to know? Very well.” She suddenly went slack in his hands to his surprise, Asriel steadied her to keep her upright he waited for a moment before she began standing upright again. Slowly their eyes met, he did not see the gaze of a predator but a woman in desperation.

At the moment of her realising where she is Isira grasped his shirt tears began streaming down her face. “Tell him I am sorry! Please!” Asriel moved his hands away from her arms he sighed “it’s your fault you are in this situation. What do you want me to do about it?” “But you can do something about it!” she retorted “Please...Asriel tell him I am sorry...I beg you…” Isira’s begging did not move him an inch he felt nothing, no pity or remorse. “Enough Seasha, I have seen enough.” Isira’s eyes went wide with worry she clutched his face “Please! You said we are family? I remember that! Despite how much you hate me! Even all I have done! Don’t I have the right to seek forgiveness!? Please….I have nothing….I don’t want to go back…” at the mention of family he felt a flicker, a tiny ember he wasn’t sure whether to smother it completely or leave it be. “You should of minded your words Isira.” “yet he forgives those who betray him! Asriel, look at his brothers how they sought to kill him but he lets them back into his graces! Please tell him I am sorry…” Isira pressed. “I don-” her voice died as her face went slack her eyes glittered bearing the hint of the daemon that traveled with him. Gone were the tears and desperation which were now replaced by amusement and joy. “That was fun!” she pecked him in the cheek leaving a stain of blood “now let’s go.” The daemon host turned away and began walking down the hall towards their objective. Watching the whimsical creature walk he could still feel the ember there, the thought of the possibility of asking him or even daring to ask. He began walking, thinking whether he should dare such an action Isira’s situation was of her own making. Asriel shook his head in confusion “b-but she is family right?” he said to himself. Before talking with her he felt so sure, now his heart is now constricting that he should aid her in someway. That perhaps she deserves that much and if Adelram says no that will be the end of it. He smiled “yes that will be the end of it.” following the daemon host he hoped it would set him at ease saying it out loud but more than anything it made him feel strangely anxious.

Lucia sat in the room with the other women all of them huddled in the corner they all heard the screams, gunshots and the tearing of meat. Once their guards left to inspect what was going on they did not return. A woman called out “we should leave!” a mutant that bore a horn shouted in turn “We can’t! You heard the screams!” a part of her wanted to leave also but the fear the gripped her kept her in place. All the women around her started to argue whether they should leave or not. She did not have the strength to admit that there is a possible means of escape and she is more worried for her brother who was taken away by the black bulls.

A part of her hoped but deep down considering what he has done he is most likely dead. Tears began running down her face. Lucia wondered if this was divine punishment for even suggesting the houses to Martin before. Now the possibility of being sent there terrified her utterly She sniffed “I don’t want to be here...I…” she buried her face in her hands crying her eyes out.

She sniffed one more time before hearing the room door open her heart constricted in fear she looked up to the doors and she saw two people covered in blood. One had dark skin and wore a dark cloak around his shoulders and next to him was a beautiful woman with black hair. Lucia did not know what to think whether they are in league with their captors or another strange possibility, that perhaps they might be hope. A hope she did not want to admit, the male walked forward “right everyone get ready we are leaving.” everyone began looking at each other in confusion a women raised her hand “m-may I ask where?” she stammered.

Lucia bought her vision back to the man who smiled “not to the houses of course. I have come to deliver you to freedom.” the mention of freedom caused everyone to cry in sheer joy, even she found herself crying far more than before. Their rescuer walked forward and stood before her he looked down. “Your brother is awfully worried.” “Worried? You know Martin!? Please take me to him!” the young man smiled as she spoke he then offered his hand. Lucia stared at the hand covered in blood as she noticed it her rescuer bought his vision to it which caused him to frown for a moment, he then wiped his hand on his cloak and reached out again. “Come with me.” Lucia grasped his hand as he helped her up. She then thought of the black bulls and gulped “what of the black bulls?” everyone began murmuring in assent, the young man smiled at her question. “They are dead.” Lucia’s eyes almost bulged out of her head “dead!? Just.. you two?” he nodded to her “yes both us killed them, now enough chatter let us move.” He began escorting them out of the room she looked over to his partner. Her beauty captivated her a part of her wished she could look that good but since she is a mutant who would ever look at her in such a fashion? Entering the hallway Lucia covered her nose she almost vomited, the hall is slick with gore, meat and body parts. “W-what is this?” she muffled. “Try not to look” spoke her rescuer he gestured them down the hall “now keep moving, enough staring.” They quickly moved through the halls, Lucia tried her best to block out the smell of blood, along with trying to keep her gaze away from mutilated corpses.

Seeing the carnage just the two of them wrought both of them must be major mutants, what puzzled her further is why two major mutants are here in-land of the fourth ring instead of on the edges. In the end she focused on trying to get out, better a major mutant rescuing her than being sold to the houses. Making their way out of the base and into fresh air many of the women dropped to their knees weeping, Lucia also found herself crying at the prospect of freedom. Their joy of freedom was interrupted by their rescuer clapping to get their attention “now I am sure all of you are happy to get out of this situation but I recommend for all of you to find your loved ones and go into hiding for now. Don’t return home because that is the first place the black bull’s are going to look.” he then pointed at her “you will come with me. Your brother will be picking you up.” His words caused some measure of confusion but many knew of the brutality of the black bulls and went to dispersing among the crowd to reach their loved ones eventually she was left by herself.

Lucia looked around “my brother will be picking me up?” “yes your brother will be retrieving you” he repeated, her rescuer then reached out his hand “My name is Beleth.” Lucia looked at his hand and slowly took it “Lucia.” Beleth then gestured to his companion “this is Seasha. Now I think we should get moving.” He then pulled her along the road, she almost fell over due to the movement being so sudden, Beleth then broke into a jog with his companion.

As they ran she watched the blood peeling off Beleth’s and Seasha’s clothes leaving it pristine, her heart jumped at seeing such a thing. “You two are witches aren’t you?” asked Lucia “Yes indeed we are, don’t worry we know your brother he is well. We are going to our place where he is going to meet us. There we can rest and perhaps both of you can find sanctuary.” he looked back slightly “are you afraid of witches Lucia?” he whispered in almost a hushed tone. She frowned slightly there are stories of witches on the edge of the fourth ring turning people inside out or making people vomit blood. Yet she feels she could trust her rescuers and the fact they know her brother eased her somewhat. “I-I think I can trust you.” Beleth smiled back to her “then I think we will get along well.” Lucia nodded back to Beleth who’s smile wided.

As they moved through the streets a small glimmer of true hope began gripping her heart, Beleth’s hand felt warm speaking with him she felt she could trust him utterly and a strange thought crossed her mind that perhaps her life along with her brother might actually become better.
   
 
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