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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She plodded slowly towards him.

"I thought you loved me..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's with the goop?"

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

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

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

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

Turning back to Atris, he mutters

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

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

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

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

"No... Keep me..."

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

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

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

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

"Good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning to Syrath, he asks.

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

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