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Chapter 20
Adelmar yawned, he was in the mess hall with his squad. He used to love the food but it tasted like sand in his mouth. Valencia raised her eyebrow ‘Is something wrong Adelmar?’ She lowered her spoon from her mouth.

Adelmar played with his food ‘I’m fine, just...Tired.’

Felix chuckled ‘Valter and Adelmar obviously went to a nightclub.’

Save Valter the eyes among his squad wided, his second grinned ‘Wow, I thought the both of you hate going out? So you partied that hard?’

‘Must have, look at Valter.’ Jacey added.

He could also see Valter still looked exhausted. He couldn’t imagine how he appeared to his squad, he waved to get them to leave Valter alone. ‘Just leave the big guy be, we’re both tired.’

His words caused Gabby to frown ‘this is unbecoming sergeant.’

Felix sighed ‘they just had a little fun. That’s it.’

‘Really? They don’t look like they had “fun”.’ Gabby retorted.

‘I have to agree with Gabby.’ said Valencia. ‘Next time how about you head out with us? We’ll make sure you two don’t drink until you fall apart.’

He was about to thank his second but the words died in his throat, he blinked and the mess hall became a charnel house. There were pale bovine creatures that were both male and female in form among the bodies, some had crab claws and others bore slim feminine hands the bodies of all of them were bare and adorned with jewelry. The creatures were oddly attractive and beautiful.

They were playing with the corpses. The creatures were bleating in what he could assume was pleasure. Adelmar started to hyperventilate at the horror before him, his body started to tremble. Ill thoughts was filling his mind, he wanted to join in and it was then on closer inspection many of the supposed corpses were actually alive.

‘Focus on me.’

That voice caused the horror to evaporate, he blinked and his Lucy was before him. Her musk set him at ease, her pale face was as beautiful as he remembered and the red hair? It shimmered brilliantly. Aldemar gulped, he was barely paying attention to the bovine creatures, he had eyes only on Lucy.

She smiled warmly at him. ‘It must be hard holding back.’

‘I-I don’t understand.’

‘This...Life must be so hard, constantly denying yourself satisfaction and happiness. But you knew those things last night.’

Images flashed before his eyes in rapid succession, he saw himself on a rack, bed and a host of other torture devices. The smell of blood and Lucy’s perfume became far more stronger, the images slowly ceased. Adelmar gave a slow nod. ‘It….Was amazing.’ he had to force himself to say such a thing. It took a measure of effort to admit.

‘Do you want to do it again?’

The question made his eyes water ‘I-I can’t.’ he answered.

His Lucy frowned ‘Why can’t you?’ she asked.

Thinking on the images, he couldn’t help that everything he has done last night was….Indecent. His faith was telling him that it was wrong. ‘I-I-I can’t…’ He repeated.

Lucy placed her hand on his, her touch caused his apprehension to wobble slightly. That single action caused his love for her to well up within his chest. Adelmar didn’t want to disappoint her, he had to admit for once thinking back to last night he felt alive. He wanted to share what he experienced with others. Who was he to deny the path to happiness?

His emotions were running high, he was about to say yes but the image of the statue within the chapel threaded his vision just for a split second. In reaction he pulled back from Lucy’s hand, she hissed at him and a black tongue snake-like tongue flicked out of her mouth. Adelmar winced. ‘W-What are you?’

‘Everything you want.’ Lucy answered.

‘You’re a heretic aren’t you?’

‘Perhaps but you are one now as well.’

‘I have to stop you, even if I have fallen.’

Lucy gave him a soft chuckle ‘it’s too late, you can’t fight a god. They can commit violation upon your senses and make their truth reality. His seed is now within you. What you see here...Is reality.’

‘No this is the mess hall Lucy. I’m seeing an illusion, I won’t bend.’

‘This is reality my dear, you weren’t the only one within the regiment who came to us. What you see is truth, the reality within the minds and hearts of everyone in this room. Where you were before was the lie.’

Adelmar shook his head vehemently ‘no one would desire...This.’

‘That’s where you are wrong...Look around you. Look at the people here.’

He didn’t want to stare at the carnage around him, but he couldn’t help but look. On closer inspection his whole squad was among the bodies, he couldn’t believe that this would be what they want. They were the elite of the regiment, the most faithful and zealous. His gaze came back to Lucy ‘as I said, this is an illusion.’

Lucy smiled ‘you can’t refuse what you are, you won’t refuse our prince. You will bring your whole squad to the Viper’s Nest tonight, so their chains can be removed.’

He was about to speak but as he blinked he was back in the mess hall, the bovine creatures were gone so was Lucy. His second was smiling ‘wow!’ she exclaimed.

‘W-What?’ Adelmar stammered.

‘That club sounds bloody amazing! It was that exciting?’ said Valencia

Gabby scratched her cheek ‘if it was good I can see why you were in this state, I will have to make sure none of you go overboard.’

Felix rolled his eyes ‘killjoy.’

‘She’s just looking out for us. We’re still soldiers of the Emperor.’ Jacey added.

Adelmar was perplexed at their excitement, he hasn’t told them anything about the club. When? How did this happen? ‘I...Can’t wait to take you there!’ he just blurted the words out. No! That wasn’t what he wanted to say. He smiled at his squad ‘As Gabby said let’s not go overboard when we get in. Drinks will be on me.’

Felix grinned at him ‘wow that’s nice of you, glad you’re my sergeant!’

Adelmar started to panic, he wanted to steer them away but he was egging on his comrades. To his horror he wondered whether he was speaking the truth or a lie? He couldn’t tell. He then recalled Lucy’s words, he wondered if perhaps this was the violation? Whatever god Lucy followed was remaking reality to suit its needs. Yet that was impossible, only the Emperor was the true god of the galaxy what manner of being had the power to rewrite reality to their wishes? He clenched the hand Lucy touched and said. ‘Trust me, it will be easy to spend our entire leave on the club. I’m hoping I could buy you lot a few bottles to bring back. An extra treat for you all.’ Adelmar wanted to scream, he was meant to say the Viper’s nest was a den of heretics.

‘Wow, buying us drinks and bottles on top that? What’s the matter Adelmar?’ Valencia was showing a measure of concern.

‘Is something wrong?’ Adelmar answered. Inwardly he begged his second to question further. He wanted her to.

‘No...Your just being awfully nice.’

‘I didn’t notice, I just thought things have been hard lately. All of you have served well so I just wanted to show my thanks.’ His heart was thundering in his chest, his words felt absolutely natural coming from his mouth but his mind knew he was saying something wrong. ‘Don’t worry I’m fine now also we’ll have Gabby won’t we?’

He flashed a smile at her, Gabby sighed and shook her head. When his gaze came back to Valencia her features relaxed. ‘Ok, I will take your offer. Better not complain when we empty out your wallet.’ His second was grinning at him.

Adelmar chuckled ‘I’m sure it won’t be that bad.’ He didn’t mean that, he wished he could save them from that hell hole. He wanted to scream or shout, but his mouth wouldn’t voice his displeasure.

***
Oktai walked out of the club, the recent discussion he had with Asriel was troubling. He was completely lost on the path of excess, that was a problem. He wrapped his leather jacket around his form and crossed the street, he glanced back to the Viper’s Nest to see men and women staggering out of the club in a daze. Their eyes were dilated and they were covered in cuts are bruises. He frowned seeing this. ‘He is growing too quickly, we must take back control…’ He whispered under his breath.

He continued down the street and turned into an alleyway, he walked all the way to the end and took a look around. There was no one in sight, those within the general area have been addled by their night in the club so the civilians were paying no mind to any of the alleyways. Oktai nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small gem and whispered the key phrases into it.

The gem took on a soft red glow and from it the miniature form of Tetricus’ face appeared. The Lord of the Tainted eye didn’t seem pleased, Oktai guessed he could read the situation from his face.

‘I can assume he is growing too fast?’ said Tetricus

‘Correct.’ Oktai replied.

‘I see...Do you perceive any weakness you could exploit?’

Oktai considered his answer, he thought about it and said ‘I can kill him, but I have to catch him at the right moment.’

‘That’s good, but be careful. Asriel most likely has grown strong so don’t fail on that front.’

‘I won’t my lord, but how would we control the...Degenerate?’

‘It’s simple, tip off the regiment that the taint of the enemy is running through the soldiers of the Emperor.’

‘Why would they act off a tip?’

‘They won’t be heavy handed. They will most likely do a basic search and if I’m correct those soldiers aren’t being guided. We’ll use that to our advantage.’

‘I understand my lord. I will get on it.’

‘Good, don’t fail me Oktai.’

Tetricus’ face dissolved, the glow from the gem ebbed away. Oktai stuffed the gem into his pocket and left the alleyway, but one of the bouncers blocked the entrance. The name badge said Comus. The bouncer removed their shades revealing an androgynous visage, the sybarite smiled displaying pearly white teeth. ‘I have a message.’ said Comus.

‘A message?’

‘Yes, it’s from Asriel my master and love.’

He tried not to cringe at the words of the hermaphroditic creature. It’s voice was softly brushing against his ears, he hated it. ‘Hurry up and speak.’ Oktai said harshly.

Comus’ smile relaxed ‘he is eager to see you tip off the regiment.’

Oktai blinked in surprise ‘Asriel wants me to tip them off? Is he that Arrogant now?’

‘He has a god on his side.’ Comus answered.

‘The gods favour no one.’

‘Well yes, if you don’t bow to one of them. Tell me which servant would Slaanesh prefer? The one who gladly licks his feet or those who pay him lip service and barters with his rivals?’

Oktai scoffed ‘I’m sure the one who thirsts would prefer those who stand on their own than dogs who lavishes his feet.’

Comus licked its lips ‘go put it to the test then.’ The creature stepped aside, allowing him to leave the alleyway. ‘We’ll see who is right.’

Oktai grunted and left the alleyway. He began to make his way to the garrison. All he will have to do is tip off several soldiers in the area and then the bricks would fall upon Asriel.

***
Adonis twirled his spear as the training servitor hobbled towards him. He grunted and before the servitor could take another step Adonis slashed sideways removing the head of the machine. The servitor jerked and fell to its side. He then relaxed, his morning cycle training has been concluded. He was about to leave but stopped as the training hall door opened.

The outsider walked into the hall, he paid little to attention to him as he went about inspecting the servitors. Adonis grumbled in annoyance. ‘What do you what?’

Aamon turned to him, he flashed a smile. ‘Tell me...What do you hope to achieve?’

Adonis frowned ‘I don’t need your help, if you are looking for alliance I’m not interested.’

‘Well I agree with you on one count, I am not looking for an alliance but I need your help.’

‘My help?’

‘Indeed, can’t you see which way the wind is blowing? Arzin is seeking a champion and it’s not you.’

Adonis didn’t need to hear anything more, the outsider is marking himself as a rival. He charged and thrusted forward with his spear, but Aamon stepped aside with ease. His spear went straight through several of the lined up servitors. He turned to his head to Aamon but his blade was already at his throat. ‘I will be his champion! He needs me!’ Adonis hissed.

The outsider cocked his head slightly ‘what has he done exactly to inspire such loyalty?’

Adonis was about to open his mouth to speak but for some reason words would not leave his lips. The outsider smiled ‘see? Can’t form the reason can you?’

‘Does it matter!?’ Adonis spat.

‘It does matter.’ Aamon answered. ‘You murdered the remaining squad leaders, for what reason? To please the ego of a daemon?’

‘They were weak!’

‘Agreed on that point, but the question is are you organising those under you? Are they aware that you are their champion?’

‘I need them to obey, nothing more!’

‘How sure are you that they will obey you? They could belong to me for all you know? I might even be Arzin’s champion at the moment.’

Adonis roared in anger and pulled his spear from the servitors. The outsider hopped back slightly while giving him a smug grin. Adonis charged again, he abandoned all technique. His fury took hold him, he thrusted his spear repeatedly at the individual who sought to steal everything from him.

Adonis didn’t care if he hit home, he didn’t care about the refinement of the kill he had to remove the the stain from the warband. He had to remove his rival. He thrusted with full force but Aamon diverted the strike sending it awry. Aamon then kicked him sending him to the ground. Adonis grunted and as he looked up the outsider’s blade was at his throat again. ‘I won’t submit!’ Adonis hissed.

Aamon frowned, it wasn’t in disapproval but it was one of sadness. ‘So you won’t tell me why you are so loyal to a daemon that so easily casts you aside?’

‘He is my Captain! He lead us during the heresy and the Legion wars! I saw him rise!’ Adonis shouted.

‘I see...But the mistake you are making is Arzin doesn’t want a servant, he desires a Champion. I aim to fill that role. So I will give you a choice, submit to me or die.’

Adonis blinked in shock, it was only now the gravity of his current situation fell upon him. Yet he refused to submit, he wouldn’t bend to someone who is not of Fulgrim’s blood. ‘Go to he-’

He didn’t get to finish, he felt the cold steel slide into his throat. He coughed harshly as his own lifeblood began to slide from his throat. He tried to fight the darkness crawling against his vision, but all he could do was release a rasp from his ruined throat.

***
Aamon threw his weapon aside, he knelt and tore the spear from Adonis’ grip. He twirled the weapon, the balance was perfect, it was light and easy to use as well. He stopped twirling the weapon and left the training hall. His squad was waiting for him outside, they all seemed eager apart from Alexandrel.

Aamon smiled at his grumpy brother. ‘What is it Alexandrel?’ he asked.

Alexandrel folded his arms ‘I’m surprised you actually killed him.’

‘Why are you surprised? He wouldn’t bend to me so I killed him. It’s that simple. Champions must demand respect.’

Now his grumpy smiled, he nodded in agreement. ‘Agreed, what of the scattered squads?’

‘News of Adonis’ death will spread and then they will seek me out. At the same time we will be approaching individuals who will be… “difficult.” His gaze shifted to Salazar ‘You will help me change their minds.’

His little prince chuckled ‘don’t worry they will fall to my charms.’

‘I don’t think our brothers are that interested.’ Alexandrel added.

Salazar glared at Alexandrel, the little prince was about to say something but he raised his hand to keep them both from arguing. ‘Enough. We don’t have much time considering how fast Alexandrel’s human can work. I honestly expect the planet to be swarming with daemons in but a few days.’

‘What days!?’ Thalis exclaimed.

‘Yes days.’ Aamon answered. ‘Don’t you recall what he did on the last world? From my observation he has changed during my absence. He won’t hold back, the cries of pleasure from the mortals will be a beacon to those behind the veil. Honestly it could happen today or tomorrow.’

The apothecary's face turned grim, he faced Alexandrel. ‘Can’t you order your slave to slow down?’

Alexandrel shrugged ‘he’s not my slave, even if he was I doubt he would listen.’

‘What!? You are his Lord! He belongs to you!’

‘He wouldn’t listen even if I was his Lord.’

‘Then punish him if he refuses!’

‘I think he would enjoy it if I punish him.’

‘I agree with the apothecary, you are a poor master if you can’t discipline your slaves.’ Salazar added.

Aamon watched the exchange, he inwardly sighed. His eyes drifted to Efron who shrugged. It seemed that the noise marine understood him perfectly at the moment.

Chapter 21
The vibrant sign blinking in the night caused his weariness to edge off a little, but Adelmar couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. He couldn’t voice his troubles for something or someone was controlling him. His thoughts were against this whole outing, but his body and his mouth works towards bringing his comrades to the Viper’s Nest.

Adelmar gathered his willpower, he tried to speak slowly. ‘Let’s head inside.’ he was speaking in an excited manner, he couldn’t muster the energy to panic anymore. His unit seemed excited save Valter who was still acting like a zombie.

Felix gave a whistle ‘have to say this place looks pretty interesting.’

‘Don’t do anything foolish. We are still soldiers of the Emperor despite being on leave.’ Gabby announced.

Felix sighed, his second Valencia nodded in agreement. ‘Gabby’s right, don’t want a Commissar to start asking questions. As Adelmar said let’s head in.’

They all walked to the entrance of club, the same bouncers were at the entrance. Comus smiled at him. ‘You’re back for a second round?’ she asked.

‘Indeed we are, bought my whole squad.’ Adelmar replied.

‘Ah, I see….’ Comus reached into her pocket and pulled out a small golden medallion. She offered it to him. ‘Take this, it will get you all to the second floor.’

Aldemar wanted to refuse, he tried to will his body and mouth to say no but instead he took the medallion and pocketed it. He smiled at the heretic. ‘Thanks, is there any reason why you are giving this to me?’

Comus shrugged ‘you’re soldiers of the Emperor, you’ve been working hard and the owner decided to treat all of you.’

‘Wow it’s nice to finally feel appreciated.’ Felix interjected.

Gabby elbowed the young man in the side causing a small grunt to erupt from his mouth. Adelmar chuckled, he couldn’t stop it. The bouncers let them into the club, they all happily walked in. The journey down the hallway was terrifying but at the same time his heart was jumping with joy and excitement. All three emotions mixing together made him feel sick, it was not until he arrived at the club itself where the fear was evaporating.

Right away he headed to the steps leading to the second level with his squad. There were two bouncers guarding the steps, Aldemar showed them the medallion and with one glance they allowed them through.

Walking up the steps he could see his squad were whispering into each others ears due to the music. When they reached the second level the floor itself was dotted with tables surrounded by circular chairs. He also spotted curtains that seem to be able to wrap around the chairs, he could only assume the second level was essentially the VIP section. What he found quite strange was the fact that many of the tables were in use, he wondered how many of the regiment have been tainted by this place.

Despite the thoughts of corruption he pointed at an empty spot and leaned into Valencia’s ear. ‘We’ll set up over there. I will get the drinks.’ His second nodded and lead his squad to the seats he pointed out.

Adelmar made his way to the bar, there were two bar-tenders, both were women. Going by their name badges the female with brown hair tied in a bun was called Nefli. The other female with long white hair was Halina. He opened his mouth to speak, he tried to think of way to avoid drinking the concoctions of the heretics. I can ask for juice! He thought. If asked for something he generally enjoyed perhaps his body would respond in the same way. ‘I want the strongest drink you have.’ he asked.

Adelmar’s mind swirled with disbelief and anger, but his face wasn’t reflecting it he was smiling at the heretics. Nefli nodded and returned his smile. ‘Right we deliver the drinks to your table, it’s on the house.’

‘Thanks!’ he responded.

He turned away from the bar and sat with his comrades, the comrades he wishes to save from this den of darkness. Oddly enough sitting in this spot the music strangely became a low hum, he could hear the idle conversations happening between his unit. Adelmar gaze focused upon Valter, his eyes were still sunken into his skull. He wondered if he was lost completely? Would he end up the same way if his mind succumbs?

Thinking on that dreadful fact a woman approached their table she was holding a tray covered with empty glasses and bottles. How she balanced all of them was a surprise to him, it was as she set the tray down upon their table he realised who it was.

Lucy gave him a smooth smile. ‘You’re back again.’ she said softly.

Her voice entering his ears caused his thoughts to become jumbled, his lips began quivering. His foolish display ceased as his second nudged him. He wished he could thank her for that. ‘So tell me Sergeant is this the squad you spoke favourably about?’ Lucy asked.

Felix puffed out his chest slightly. ‘Oh our sergeant spoke of the unit’s valour?’

‘Indeed he has.’ Lucy responded. ‘He went into quite some detail describing how you defend us.’ She then went to work filling the glasses with the multi-coloured beverage.

‘I hope he hasn’t been giving you sensitive information.’ Gabby said sternly.

‘Our sergeant wouldn’t do that Gabby.’ Jacey interjected.

The unit sniper shot Jacey with a cold stare. ‘He shouldn’t be speaking of our missions at all.’

Aldemar couldn’t think of way for Gabby to push further, she didn’t speak much unless she feels the squad is doing something wrong. He thought to speak but decided against it, he would say something stupid and he had no idea what Lucy’s beguiling musk or stare could do to him.

‘Enough arguing!’ Valencia directed her voice at Gabby and Jacey. ‘Let’s just enjoy our drinks. Apologies, I don’t know who you are but we would rather drink without staff company.’ If he could kiss his second he would, Lucy gave a curt nod and walked away.

His squad then reached for their glasses. He wanted to stop them, to call out that it’s poison for the soul but they all drank despite what the drink looked like. Right away the effect was immediate, Felix became intoxicated and began shouting. Valencia was reaching for seconds, Jacey collapsed onto the floor and Gabby fell silent. Valter was the outlier, his cheeks became flushed, the sunken pits that were his eyes became full and his face was the picture of vigour.

The large man smiled at him ‘it’s good to be back eh?’

Adelmar’s shook his head slowly. ‘W-What?’ he instinctively touched his throat. ‘I-I can speak.’

Valter raised his eyebrow at him. ‘You were trapped in your own body. I get it.’

‘S-So it happened to you as well?’

‘Aye, it did. I tried to fight it but…’

‘We can still fight Valter. W-’
‘No sergeant, we can’t. I tried to resist I wanted to resist but my body wouldn’t move until I accepted what I am and I have to say… drinking this stuff makes me feel good, better than praying to a statue that doesn’t answer.’

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Valter had the strongest faith within the unit. How could he fall? How he have decided to give up so quickly? ‘That’s what the enemy wants us to do, they want us to give up Valter. Li-’ Valencia shoved him slightly as she refilled her glass with the strange liquid. Adelmar grasped her wrist to stop her from drinking.

‘Let her go.’ Valter said firmly.

His gaze came back to the large man, he was pointing a laspistol at him. ‘What are you doing!?’

‘What my heart tells me sergeant. Now let her go.’

He followed Valter’s order, he removed his hand from his second and like a mad beast she gorged herself upon the heretic’s poison. ‘You’re a heretic now Valter.’ Adelmar hissed.

‘So are you sergeant. So are you… Now drink, revel in the gifts provided here.’

‘I refuse!’ he spat.

Valter shook his head. ‘I could shoot you and no one would care, you would disappear and not a single soul would question your death.’

‘I’m a sergeant of the Scion’s of Light, the elite of the Demiurgos. You think no one will question my disappearance?’

‘Aye, because a god would make you vanish.’

‘Your heretical god has no such power.’

‘That god trapped us in our bodies! That same god moved us around like puppets! We are in the den of snakes and we have already been bitten!’

‘I joined the Emperor’s army to fight against heretics Valter!’

‘We were always heretics, our zeal and hatred fed the one who guided us here. The goat can eat things that most would think are toxic but it devours them all the same. It eats our faith, our hatred for the enemy and our excessive love for the Emperor.’ Valter narrowed his eyes at him. ‘At the moment the goat is eating your foolish defiance.’
What Valter was saying to him was pure insanity, he was truly lost and it happened in the space of a single day. ‘I won’t drink, I believe that we can resist. I believe that the Emperor would want us to fight to the bitter end.’

Valter started to laugh harhsly, tears were gripping his eyes. ‘There it is! The irony is just… Too funny! Look at yourself! You're giving the goat his meal at this very second, you can only speak that way because you can’t clearly remember what you did last night.’

At the mention of last night he saw flashes of him dancing with Lucy as blood poured upon their bare flesh, the image shifted to himself slicing someone open within a torture chamber. When the images ceased tears of utter horror rolled down his face. ‘T-That wasn’t me…’

‘It was you.’ said Valter. ‘Maybe the goat is allowing you a moment of defiance? To show you the futility of resistance? So drink, those memories won’t be ones of horror but of happiness.’

Adelmar wiped his face. ‘No. I refuse.’

‘Fine, then di-’

‘Wait.’

The voice that entered his ears was one he didn’t want to hear. Lucy approached the table, she carefully stepped over Jacey and sat next to him, her musk hit his nose like a sledgehammer. He couldn’t bare sitting next to her, he couldn’t look at her.

‘Look at me.’ she asked.

Right away his head shifted to her, a stupid grin lined his face as he took in her features. She was far more pale than he remembered and her freckles were gone. Yet she was still beautiful, she was his type. ‘I missed you.’ he whispered to her.

Lucy gently held his face and pecked him on the cheek, that one actions caused his heart and mind to melt. She gently rubbed her thumb on his cheek. ‘The way you inflicted death and pain was beautiful yesterday.’ she whispered back.

‘Really?’ he replied.

‘Oh yes, you tore the tongues out of men and women with your teeth.’

‘Was I good at it?’ he asked.

‘Indeed you were, you’ve worked so hard for me so relax and drink.’

She turned his head towards the bottles and glasses, Lucy’s fingers slowly slid away from his face like a snake. Adelmar reached for a bottle and poured himself a drink. Watching the multi-coloured liquid bounce within the glass filled him with excitement. When it was full he placed the bottle down and picked up his glass. He backed it without hesitation.

The liquid burned his throat and at the corner of his vision he could see the curtains sliding around him, he was then assaulted by images of debauchery and torment. He saw himself committing all manner of acts but he was here enjoying a drink with Lucy. Adelmar finished his glass, his vision was blurry he burped and went for seconds. When he finished that glass he went for a third and so on.

Eventually he could barely see. He could hear Felix screaming but he didn’t care, he sank onto Lucy’s shoulder his eyes slowly slid close.

***
Cassius watched Asriel work through several personal logs from the loyalist regiment on this world. He couldn’t believe that the soldiers have already provided the human such information after a day. ‘So how are you going to proceed from here?’ asked Cassius.

‘I imagine that the corruption is complete. I suspect the power of the dark prince will erupt mid-day tomorrow.’

‘How are you so sure?’

‘I can see it, taste it and smell it. You should be able to sense it as well or have you’ve been actually castrated by Tetricus?’

‘You won’t let it go will you?’

‘No I won’t. I can’t stand seeing someone sad, it’s quite annoying actually.’

He wondered if he actually felt sad being with the Black Legion? The fact that Asriel was speaking in such a brazen fashion meant he was confident in his opinion. Cassius grunted. ‘I’m happy with the Black legion.’

Asriel looked up to him, he frowned. ‘Stop saying something so stupid. So will you help me capture Tetricus?’

‘You think that I am going to really help you?’

‘What do you want your dad to order you?’

Cassius flinched at the mention of Fulgrim, Asriel couldn’t be working for his father but if that was the case they’ve already lost. The human was a pawn, his father was shooting for Tetricus. Still he couldn’t believe it. ‘Can you prove to me that you are working with Fulgrim?’

Asriel smiled, he picked up a knife from the table and brought it to his throat. ‘Watch.’ he said smoothly. The mortal drew the blade across his throat, blood gushed out of the wound he gurgled and collapsed face first onto the table. Cassius blinked in shock to what he just saw, Asriel’s blood was now sliding down from table that was when his body jerked back up. It was like his body was being moved by a puppeteer.

The mortal stood up and steadily his movements became more smooth, the wound on his throat closed and eyes blazed like a shining amethyst. Asriel walked over to him and staring into the mortal’s eyes Cassius could tell right away who it was. He didn’t know why, he couldn’t control himself, he slowly dropped to one knee.

His father smiled +are you still obedient or is this an empty gesture?+

Cassius dipped his head lower. ‘I throw myself upon your mercy father.’

+I thought you were loyal to Tetricus?+

‘I am my lord.’

+So if it came down to me or him who would you choose?+

Cassius bit his lips slightly, his father’s presence was overwhelming him he imagined if he was actually here his will would be crushed in an instant. He decided to be honest, Fulgrim could kill him here if he desired it. ‘I’m at your command.’

+Good boy, now the Black Legion has something that belongs to me. I want it back.+

‘You speak of Tetricus?’

+Yes, I speak of him. He still trusts you, he placed you here because he had absolute faith in you. This wasn’t a test.+

The news of Tetricus’ faith in him was a surprise but he was about to break it. ‘You want me to betray him?’

+You’re not betraying him, you are returning him to me. If he resists he will be adequately punished by my slave.+

‘Tetricus is a sorcerer I can’t exactly capture him.’

+Do not worry, just incapacitate him. The leader of of the Zealots of Excess will come and retrieve him when you act. He can see all that transpires through my pawn.+

The news of the daemon prince being on his father side meant that this was serious, he could only ask one thing. ‘Is it time? Are you gathering the Emperor’s Children?’

His father gave him a playful grin, Cassius clenched his hands. ‘I am yours to command father.’ He dipped his head slightly lower. ‘Your will is mine.’

Er, I just want to bring up the fact I think I am running out of gas writing 40k. I'm burning myself out, plus struggling with questions on how to write Space Marines properly since they aren't humans so you can't write them exactly the same as humans.

This in turn keeps making me fall back to human characters, this whole story was meant to focus on the Space Marines more. So I just want to warn people this story is ending soon, I mean this whole chapter with Asriel etc.

I am still going to write EC but I am going to plan the story far more carefully, a new topic will also be made for new users as well since it will be a whole new story. If people have any suggestions on the Space Marine front my ears are open for them.

Chapter 22
Adelmar groaned in pain, his eyes fluttered open he was back in his room. His head shifted to his room mate, Valter was sleeping. It was then he remembered their conversation, he was about to open his mouth but his mind started to throb with pain he saw flashes of himself torturing and killing Felix. He cried out in shock, his horror caused him to tumble off his bed. ‘I-It can’t be true!’

He screams of disbelief didn’t stir Valter from his slumber. Despite the pain wracking his body he got to his feet. His eyes shifted to his slumbering roomate, he didn’t know why he was staring at him. He shook his head and staggered over to the chest of draws he needed a bath. He was desperate for one. He pulled it open and whait found sitting on top of his clothes were bottles of multi-coloured alcohol, leather trousers, a serrated whip and the zipper mask he got rid of yesterday.

The items within the drawer reeked of alcohol and Lucy’s strange musk. Adelmar frowned. ‘I-I got to get rid of them.’ As he reached down to his cursed belongings his room door swung open. Adelmar flinched and quickly closed the draw.

‘To your beds! Inspection!’

The voice caused a cold chill to run down his spine, it was the regiment’s commissar Isaiah Gotryn. Adelmar rushed to his bed and saluted, Valter was now waking from his slumber, he groaned in pain and got up from his bed. He gave a lazy salute to Isaiah.

Adelmar couldn’t help but tense staring into the commissar’s green eyes, Isaiah straighten his cap and walked around the room with several commissar cadets. He didn’t say a word as he examined each nook and cranny of the room, he was praying with all his might that the commissar wouldn’t search the drawers but since this was an inspection that was a given.

Isiah smiled at him ‘so far so good, let’s hope you are not hiding any contrabands sergeant.’

Adelmar shook his head ‘would never do that sir.’

‘I see, but considering how many soldiers have been wandering out these past two days has several officers and perhaps even the General concerned.’

At the mention of the General Adelmar became fully aware that this wasn’t any normal inspection, the upper echelons were looking for something. He gave the commissar a straight smile despite most likely looking like a zombie. Isaiah returned it and went straight to the chest of drawers.

Watching the executioner stand in front of it caused a wave of terror to sweep through his body but strangely at the same time it was exhilarating, he felt alive and more aware of his surroundings. The aches wracking his body subsided slightly as well. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he was enjoying the fear crawling through his body, he wanted to clutch the despair in his heart and hold it tightly despite its attempts at fluttering away.

With almost bated breath he watched Isaiah open the first drawer, he removed the folded clothes one at a time and placed them on top of the chest. Once it was empty he would remove the drawer and flip it over and set it to one side. His own personal drawer was at the middle, the fear clinging to his form shifted to excitement as Isaiah worked through the second drawer and as it was set down his hand was now drifting to middle draw.

Adelmar was fully aware if the commissar found his heretical belongings he was a dead man, yet his body was trembling, ready for the shock and terror of be found out. It was like the sweet nectar of release was coming. Rivers of sweat was beginning to fall down his face. A cadet faced him and raised his eyebrow. ‘Is something wrong Sergeant?’

He faced the cadet, a strange bloodlust was filling gut he could only assume it was due to the cadet interrupting the climax. He wanted to strangle the fool to death, his body was tensing but he held back. He had to, he wanted to see the end. ‘I’m fine, just… tired. That’s all.’ he answered.

The cadet gave him a concerned look, but the junior returned his gaze to his superior. Adelmar did the same, Isaiah has opened his drawer. Right away his lips started to throb, he licked his lips as the commissar removed his clothes from the drawer and placed them on top of the chest. He wondered if perhaps he has saw the heretical items and was saving it for the end? He keenly stared at Isaiah's hands waiting for him to pick out one of the items but instead of reaching into the drawer he removed it and flipped it over.

The sweet release he was yearning for vanished, he could taste ash in his mouth and the weariness from before slammed into his body. His shoulders began sagging and the desire for his bed enveloped him.

Isaiah worked through the rest of the drawers and once he was finished he restored them. The commissar turned to them and smiled. ‘This is good, spotless.’ he was about to leave but he stopped and shifted back to them. ‘By the way the General is suggesting that the regiment attends afternoon service today despite being on leave.’

Adelmar gave a slow nod ‘noted sir.’

The commissar returned the nod and left his room with the cadets. When the door was closed Adelmar rushed to his drawer and opened it. All of the heretical items were on top of his clothes, how could of the commissar have missed them?

‘Don’t you remember our conversation?’ Adelmar turned his head back slightly, Valter was standing over him. ‘I told you the true god has power.’

The conversation he had with with his roommate came flooding back, he thought he would be angry or perhaps he would feel the need to kill him but at that current moment he could only feel nothing. He felt completely and utterly empty. He didn’t care about heresy or doing his duty, he wanted to actually be discovered. He wanted to taste sweet release as Isaiah’s face twisted into abject anger.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t die in that confrontation, something would happen to stop the commissar. Too much has occurred these past two days for him to deny what has been happening in his life. Adelmar eyes drifted back to his new belongings. ‘Where’s Felix?’ he asked.

Saying the name out loud he could hear his subordinate screaming, it was like he was in this very room.

‘Who are you talking about?’

The screaming ceased, the question from Valter caused his head to snap back to him, he was about to say something but all he could do was smile. ‘It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.’

His roommate shrugged and returned to his bed. Adelmar wondered if Valter was lying to him? In the end there was only one way to confirm it, he couldn’t wait to attend afternoon service at the Chapel.

***
‘You must stop this!’ Oktai shouted.

Asriel yawned at the outburst of the old man, he has been complaining all morning. He suspected he could feel the veil weakening. It didn’t matter if one was open to the warp or not, everyone receives the dreams and reality bends to suit the god that has taken interest in the world. He sat back on his chair and glanced at Cassius who stood next to Oktai. ‘What do you think?’ he asked of the Space Marine.

Cassius gave him a shrug ‘as long as you don’t betray us I don’t see a problem.’

He thought to smile but that might give away the fact that the prefector was on his side now. Instead he frowned. ‘I thought I made it clear that I am planning to betray you?’

‘If you betray us that is when I will kill you.’ Cassius said smoothly.

Oktai shook his head ‘Cassius this one is a fool. The loyalists are sniffing for even a scent of corruption I have seen them.’

‘They are only searching for corruption because you tipped them off. In the end that doesn’t matter they won’t find anything.’ Asriel retorted.

The announcement of the tip off caused Cassius to shift towards Oktai. ‘Why did you do that?’ Cassius asked of the old man.

Oktai grunted in return. ‘You know why. It wa-’

Asriel barely could see the movement, Cassius’ blade flicked out and returned to it’s sheath in but a second. When Cassius faced him Oktai’s head slid off his body, his body then tumbled to the floor a moment later. Asriel frowned at the perfector. ‘Why did you do that?’

‘He was going to get in the way of father’s plan. I won’t allow it. Cassius responded.

The response from Cassius was surprising, he wasn’t sure if he was truly dedicated to this path. He smiled at the prefector. ‘You made the right choice.’

Cassius titled his head to him ‘I know I have. Now I assume the daemonic invasion is going to arrive soon?’

‘Yes it’s coming. It will be bad enough where I think I won’t be able to control it. But I think your father has a hand in this invasion.’

‘Tell me… Is he really coming back?’

The question from Cassius wasn’t surprising despite what he just did. Fulgrim can change his mind at but a moment’s notice. Yet in this instance he felt the Lord of the Third was speaking the truth. ‘He is.’ Asriel answered. ‘You should be able to feel it more than anyone, you can feel your father stirring, readying himself to return to the galaxy.’

In return to his words Cassius touched his chest for a moment. He shook his head. ‘I don’t want to believe it.’

‘I get it, you are too used to be being burned. But just this one time believe.’
The prefector said nothing. Asriel sighed and sat back on his chair. Everything was happening so quickly, yet soon he will have Tetricus in his grasp. He couldn’t wait.

***
Tetricus could feel the veil bending and shifting as he walked to the docking bay. He couldn’t believe the mortal could work that quickly unless someone or something was interfering. He clutched his staff tightly, the jewel mounted of top of it was glowing profusely. It was reacting to the weakening of the veil as well. When he arrives on world he has to get to work binding daemons.

+You should leave.+

Tetricus stopped walking and glanced down to his bolt pistol, the daemon was stirring again. ‘Abbadon wants the factories.’

+Which do you value more? The Warmaster’s favour or your soul?+

‘If I fail the Warmaster can harm both if he wills it.’

The daemon gave him a cold chuckle. +The serpent that sits upon the pleasure world wishes to bind you to his service. You running to the Black Legion was a slight he cannot forgive.+

‘I don’t care for Fulgrim, he is impotent and useless.’

+Do you truly believe that?+

The question from the daemon caused his response to die on his lips, he believed Fulgrim would never leave his pleasure world, he believed that he would let the third languish in irrelevance so he could go pursue his own personal vices but at this current moment he felt unsure. It was the possibility that was frightening him, everything was happening so quickly and he truly believed the human didn’t have that kind of power to tear the veil so easily.

Tetricus began tapping one of his feet, he decided to humour the daemon. ‘Let’s say father is truly involved, how would we outsmart him?’

+As I said you shou-+

The daemon stopped speaking as the lights went out, when they came back on they were flashing red, illuminating the hallway with a red glow. Warning sirens began firing across the hallway, the mortals around him scattered to battle stations. Tetricus shook his head. ‘W-What? They’re attacking us?’

+How fascinating, your father acquired a resourceful warband lord leader.+

‘Stop appreciating our enemy! Tell me what is going on!’

+Kill yourself, if you wish to save you soul.+ the daemon said flatly.

Tetricus wanted to laugh at the daemons words but it was being serious, there was no mirth or arrogance in the daemon’s voice. It was like the creature was stating a fact. The sirens suddenly ceased and in its place classical music started to play. The violins, harps and cellos were mixing together to form an intense piece that chills the soul. To him it sounded like a promise, a promise that whatever was on his ship was coming for him.

He turned away from the docking bay and ran, he needed to find an escape pod. He needed to get off the ship. With each step he could feel the veil buckling and bending, he could sense or perhaps feel the deaths that are now occurring on the ship. He should of eliminated the Emperor’s Children, it was a mistake to barter with them. Tetricus chuckled to himself and shook his head. ‘No it’s not them…’ he said to himself.

It was the mortal, he was a curse. When he appears death and suffering soon follows. He wondered if the human was aware of what he was? In the end that didn’t matter, his curse has fallen upon him again. He turned the corner and strangely enough he found himself in the docking bay he was previously heading to. Tetricus’ hearts sank, did Fulgrim want him that much? How far was the Lord of the Third willing to go?

Worst of all the docking bay was filled with Emperor’s Children and leading them was a large man holding a bloodied Aegeus in their grasp. The large man turned him and smiled displaying fangs, Tetricus took a step back in fear. The one before him could only be the daemon prince, the leader of the Emperor’s Children warband.

+You thought I would just sit back and allow father to take the reins?+ the daemon said smoothly.

Tetricus mouth felt dry, so the daemon was most likely disobeying Fulgrim. Why would his father work with such an individual?

The humanoid daemon prince crushed his Dark Apostle and threw him aside. The creature began to saunter towards him, the daemon spread his arms in act of wanting to embrace. +I am Arzin, your new lord.+ he said warmly.

‘My lord is the Warmaster!’ Tetricus shouted back, he removed his bolt pistol from his holster and pressed the trigger but nothing happened. He tried again and like before nothing. He didn’t waste any time shouting at the daemon within the bolt pistol, he threw the weapon aside and leveled his staff at Arzin. He unleashed a bolt of warpfire at the creature. The ball of red energy splashed upon the face of Arzin, his saunter wasn’t stopping but as the smoke cleared around his face it was a ruined mess.

His jaw was hanging to one side, half of his face was burnt and his his eye was missing. Yet all of the damage he inflicted was being reversed. Slowly his jaw clicked back into his place. The daemon’s flesh became pristine and their eye returned. Tetricus roared in anger and threw everything he had at the daemon, blasting off his limbs, head and arms but no matter what he did the daemon would rise again. With each attack the music playing was speeding up.

When the daemon was but a few paces away Arzin smiled. +Submit.+ he ordered.

The command blasted through Tetricus’ mental defences, he cried tears of blood as he slowly sunk to his knees. He couldn’t rise or fight back, it was like shackles was being placed upon his body. The daemon was now before him, Tetricus gave a cry of defiance which only garnered cruel laughs from his degenerate brothers.

***
Adelmar was sat in the chapel with his unit, it was slowly being filled. What he found strange was the fact he felt uncomfortable it was like something or someone was watching him. He pushed the uneasy emotion to one side. He glanced over to Valencia her eyes were sunken pits. ‘Where’s Felix?’ he asked of his second.

She barely turned her head to him. ‘Who? We don’t have anyone by that name in that squad.’

The answer should surprise him but it didn’t, he gave Valencia a curt nod and leaned back on the bench. His thoughts slowly drifted to the Emperor he wondered if perhaps he would strike him down for his heresy? When Tacticus starts his service that would be the appropriate time. When that thought finished the Priest was now walking down to the altar with several scribes and monks.

Seeing the clergymen Adelmar wanted to close his eyes and sleep, sheer boredom was beginning to fall upon him. He didn’t want to sit through service, he could see that his fellow soldiers shared in that one fact as well. He was about to go to sleep until Valter got up from his seat and approached the priest, that single action caused all eyes to focus on his roommate. The Commissar was now rising from his seat to discipline Valter but he didn’t wait for his executioner.

Valter removed a knife from under his shirt and yelled. ‘For the true god!’ He attacked Tacticus and stabbed him several times. The smell of blood graced the Chapel ,Adelmar breathed it in, everyone within the Chapel was growing excited. He almost became lost in the murder until the sound of a bolt pistol discharge threaded his ears. Valter’s head vanished in burst of red mist, the blood splatter fell upon his unit and those near the priest.

Soon as the blood drop touched his face it was like something clicked within his mind. He couldn’t control himself, he didn’t want to. He rose and jumped over the bench in front of him, he attacked another member of his regiment. His fist rose and crashed upon their face causing their nose to explode in a gush of blood.

It was like a chain-reaction, order broke down and everyone within the hall reveled in violence. He could hear calls from the his general and commissar to stop, but he didn’t care. They were soon drowned out by the cries of pleasure and the tide of blood that began to flow within the Chapel. When his first target was dead Adelmar shifted to the next, when he moved to strike someone he saw a claw piercing their throat. He stopped for about a second and looked down to himself. His skin was pale and he was wearing a leather corset, he shrugged and closed his fist severing the head of the human.

He started to dance among the crowd biting, tearing and clawing people apart. For once in his entire life he felt alive.

***
Asriel stood up from his desk, it was starting the tidal wave of excess. His mind was throbbing as the veil was being torn apart. He smiled at Cassius. ‘I think we should head out.’

‘So it’s starting?’

‘Yes it is.’ Asriel responded. ‘I will gather my cu-’

The door to his office opened. A familiar figure walked in. Cassius’ hand was nearing the handle of his blade due to the new arrival. Asriel raised his hand to stop him. ‘Wait Cassius, be at peace.’ the prefector didn’t relax, Asriel sighed and bowed to Lord Alexandrel. ‘I didn’t expect you to be here so soon my lord.’

Alexandrel shrugged ‘you know Arzin, he likes to be in control.’

‘Control? He’s changing the plan?’

‘Indeed he is because he doesn’t trust you.’

The news wasn’t unexpected, the daemon prince could see what he was doing at all times. He imagined it was because of the events of the last world was the reason why the daemon prince came forward. Asriel smirked ‘I get it but what of Tetricus?’ Speaking his name caused Cassius to tense further.
Alexandrel nodded ‘Secured, quite easily I should add and I got you something.’

The Space Marine removed a revolver from his pouch and offered it to him. It had bovine-like designs across it and right away he knew who it was. He snatched the weapon from Alexandrel and held it close. ‘I want Tetricus as well.’ Asriel said firmly.

‘You’ll get him, Arzin feels you have been working quite hard so he wishes that you break him in.’ Alexandrel responded.

‘In other words this is a treat to keep me happy?’

‘Indeed it is. Now…’ Alexandrel turned to Cassius. ‘What of you?’

Asriel’s eyes drifted to the prefector, it was the moment of truth. What was his true answer? The seconds ticked away and slowly Cassius relaxed. ‘I can see what is happening, I want to be a part of Father’s future.’ The prefector said firmly.

‘Good, so I don’t have to kill you.’ Alexandrel strangely left the room after speaking.

Cassius shook his head. ‘He’s…. Strange.’

‘Oh he is. But I think you will like him.’ Asriel added.

The prefector sighed and left the office. Now alone Asriel held up the gun. ‘How long has it been Captain?’ he said to the daemon.

+I just picked the winning side, nothing more.+

‘You missed me. Come on, you couldn’t live without me.’

The daemon hissed, he could see the creature coiling back into its prison. Asriel pushed the pistol into his sash, he hurried out of the office he was eager to meet Tetricus.

Epilogue
Tetricus’ eyes slowly opened, he couldn’t recall what Arzin did to him. He moved slightly and found himself chained down. He also found that he was looking up to a six-armed statue, he wondered where he was until he heard a voice.

‘So you’re awake.’

The voice belonged to the cursed human, he turned his head slightly and he saw him setting tools upon a table. The mortal wasn’t looking at him, Tetricus tried to summon some measure of his power but nothing would come.

‘There’s a psy-hammer built into the altar, it’s activated at the moment. Hence why we are alone in this room. The daemon’s don’t really like it.’

Tetricus frowned at the human. ‘I won’t bend.’

The mortal turned to him and smiled. ‘We’ll have plenty of time my lord.’

‘I’m not your lord!’ Tetricus shouted back. The anger was a like flash, it was most likely due to the fact that the human constantly ruins him.

‘But you are, you’re special to me. Just like Captain is.’ The Mortal picked up a serrated knife and approached the altar. ‘I will make you love pain again master.’

Tetricus tensed, there was no way he could ready himself for what was about to happen.

Sensing his fear Asriel nodded. ‘It will hurt for a time, but you will soon come to like it. You’ll be happy and forget about all the bad times in your life. I will make sure you forget about the Black Legion.’

The statement from the mortal caused his hearts to break in two, he swallowed a glob of spit. ‘I don’t want this, I… Submit.’

Asriel wagged the knife, he tutted in annoyance. ‘Don’t say that master, you had plenty of chances to return to me and the Emperor’s Children. Don’t worry as I said it will hurt for a time.’

Tetricus watched the knife slowly come down upon his chest, he closed his eyes slowly and prayed to the four for salvation, but he knew it wouldn’t come. This was it, his end. All he could see was a future of madness and excess.

Just going to say I'm not exactly happy with how this turned out. In the end I think I have learned a few important lessons and I wish to thank the lurkers and commentators who have stuck with this really long story. A new story will begin SoonTM, whole new topic and new set of characters. Been talking with a few of mates and they gave some helpful advice when it comes to planning out a story and writing chaos space marines, so expect to see something soonTM.