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Its brilliant! Well done!

Thanks for the comment! It reminded me to update the story, which I shall do later today.

Here it is. This one is a short one.

Devram was a blur of motion. A shot from his plasma pistol obliterated the ceramite armor covering Felix's chest and mangled the Terminator. Devram's power sword swung in a wide arc, slashing across one Terminator's shin and scarring another's shoulder. Felix screamed in pain as he fell and open fired with his Heavy Flamer. The room was suddenly consumed in flames and smoke. One of the Terminators began shooting madly with his twinlinked bolter, shredding Devram's desk to pieces before the Chaos Lord was suddenly upon him. He barely saw the blade coming through the smoke and leapt out of the way despite his injured shin. The second attack was faster and stronger; the former Bodyguard's head fell to the floor with a loud thump. "Stop firing!" yelled Traianus, unable to see Devram through the smoke.

The Chaos Lord rushed toward the voice and felt three solid impacts to his side. He fell to the floor and looked up to see a Terminator with a smoking bolter within the flames. Without hesitation Devram jabbed upwards with his power sword and impaled the Terminator on it. The Body Guard raised his power mace, but lost the strength to fight and ultimately died before he could strike Devram. That was when Traianus attacked. With his power sword lodged in the Terminator he was unable to parry the twin lightning claws and was ultimately forced to let go of his weapon in order to dodge the whirlwind of attacks.

Traianus stormed after Devram, growling like some sort of feral creature. The Chaos Lord aimed his pistol and fired but missed and Traianus was upon him again. Devram ducked under the first blow, stepped back to avoid the second and then was slashed across the chest by the third. He grunted in pain and stumbled away from the melee, searching the smoke for his power sword. As that occured, he heard the signature noise of a chainfist activating. Felix charged at him, somehow still alive despite the gaping hole in his chest. Devram rolled under the attack and Felix went straight past him and sent his massive fist flying into the wall.

Devram found his sword, still sticking out from the sword. He quickly drew it and turned just in time to see Traianus coming at him yet again. Without thinking, the Chaos Lord drew his plasma pistol and fired. Traianus' left shoulder, part of his upper chest and a little bit of his neck were blown apart. The Terminator stopped in his tracks and tumbled over backwards, dead. There was just one left now. Felix attacked with his Heavy Flamer again, this time consuming Devram in flames. Though his armor held strong, the Chaos Lord was blinded by the fire and smoke. As such he didn't have a chance when Felix slammed his chainfist into his chest.

There was a cracking sound and a brief spurt of viscera and blood. Fragments of ceramite cracked away from the wound. Gore was spilling out. Devram coughed up blood within his helmet and stumbled backwards, choking and moaning. Felix had punched straight through him. The grinding chainfist was still inside him, ripping away at his organs. Devram stabbed with his own blade and impaled the Terminator through the eye. The two slumped backwards, sliding off of eachother's weapons.

Yep,

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Devram

won the fight. I was considering having a straight fight, with all of them flanking Devram attacking at once. However I thought it would be more realistic if it was just a massive, chaotic brawl with random shots and mad attacks.

You thought correctly. Your training is complete young padawan.


Very well done. I would say that the Termies won, because they completed their goal to kill him, while Devram failed to stay alive.

Deadshot wrote:You thought correctly. Your training is complete young padawan.


Very well done. I would say that the Termies won, because they completed their goal to kill him, while Devram failed to stay alive.

Actually, I didn't make this clear enough, but Devram is still alive, albeit horribly mangled. Kind of like when Caius got really injured in the battle, but times 10. However, Traianus (a mostly minor character) has already died and in the next 2 or 3 entries, the deaths of 4 major characters will occur.

Oh. Excellent, he survived.

A second, longer entry today! I felt like writing!

"Lord Devram Korda has been admitted for urgent injuries," said Magos Kharl. "He shows severe injuries to his chest and torso. Blood has been cut off from his legs. He is currently unable to breath on his own. His vital signs are dropping."

"Feth!" exclaimed Doctor Antonius. "First Caius again, then Domitan and now the Commander of the Fleet! If just one of those guys died I'm dead!"

"Caius has been stabilized and has been removed from the ICU and taken into Black Legionnaire Custody. Domitan's condition is currently stabilized, though we are awaiting his replacement spine," replied Kharl.

"Okay, that's good. Bring me to Korda."

Devram was strapped down onto a surgical table. The Chaos Lord was sedated and his armor removed; he looked surprisingly weak and mortal. His chest and especially lower abdomen was a bloodly mess full of tubes and mechanics. A frantic staff of surgeons were struggling to save his life. "It's not salvageable," said Antonius after a look. "Hook him up to life support. Remove everything from the shoulders down. Chest, legs, everything. We'll work on artificial replacements later. He's bleeding out."

"But," stammered the Head Surgeon, a squat man named Mathew. "Lord Korda will likely not approve of-"

"Do you want to deal with an upset Korda or Abaddon himself? The last time one of his Chosen died the Warmaster took a great deal of interest in it. Cut it," ordered Antonius.



Two days later Domitan lay sideways on a surgical bed, his back open and exposed. Kharl, two Surgeons and a Servitor were removing Domitan's spine, having decided it would be easier to just replace it with an artificial one rather than repair the old one. One by one the new, metallic segments were spinal installed. The Lord Commander demanded that they left him awake for the operation so that he could savor the pain. A door opened and a Chaos Space Marine in shining armor pushed Devram's wheel chair inside. Rather than wearing power armor the Chaos Lord had a black, flowing robe. "Greetings," he said. His voice was mostly the same as before, but with artificial lungs it now seemed lower and a bit raspier.

Domitan grinned. "What happened to you?"

The Chaos Lord gestured for his body guard to leave and wheeled himself closer. "My bodyguards viewed how you treated me as a sign of weakness. As such, they attacked. I ultimately survived, but not unscathed."

"Ever going to walk again?" asked Domitan. "Because if you can't, I'm willing to bet you won't hold your position very long. There's a big competition for being the Commander of Fleet and the Chosen of Abaddon."

Devram grimaced and slowly stood up, his artificial legs making strange mechanical sounds as he did so. "I'm learning to walk again. It's a difficult process. After that I'll start using my power armor again." He sat back down. "I take it that with your new spine, it may take some effort to walk again aswell."

"Caius fought hard. I'm sure you heard that I gave him to you alive though. At least you can have some fun with him," replied Domitan. "Also, I don't know if you've heard this, but he killed Kaglar. The Sorcerer betrayed me and tried to do things his way; he ended up getting burnt to a crisp. The only part of him that was ever found was his broken, burnt helmet. He had it coming."

The Chaos Lord reached into a pouch on the side of his wheel chair and drew his plasma pistol. Suddenly Domitan was gazing down the barrel of a gun. "Doctors and Surgeons, please back away," Devram said calmly. They did so. Domitan tried to burst into action and grab the gun and maybe flip over Devram's wheelchair, but to his horror he couldn't move anything below his neck. His new spin hadn't been plugged into to his nervous system yet. "Wait, Devram!" exclaimed the Lord Commander.

"What?" snarled Devram. "You did to this to me! I had the perfect plan to kill both you and Caius, but you had to flaunt your power and abuse me until my idiot guards assumed I was just bowing to your will and decided to try to kill me!"

"Devram," slowly said Domitan. "You need me. You're bound to have other enemies that only I can handle. Think about this."

The Chosen of Abaddon smiled coldly, revealing his yellow teeth. "That's the beauty of it. You're the last of my enemies and threats. My bodyguards are dead, Kaglar is dead, Heron is dead and Caius is captured. Once I recover, there is no one in this fleet who can oppose me."

"There are bound to be others. You didn't think Caius was a threat at first but suddenly he had a Daemon Blade and at that changed everything. Please Devram," begged Domitan.

"Speaking of that Daemon Blade, where is it?" asked Devram.

"I made sure it was locked in a warpstone safe. You can ask your men for the location of it and the combination," answered the Lord Commander. "If you are going to kill me, draw it out. I don't want it to be quick and painless. I want to feel it."

"No." Lord Devram Korda, Chosen of Abaddon and Commander of Hydra Fleet fired, leaving a burning stump where Domitan's neck once was. He put the plasma pistol back in his pouch and swiveled his wheelchair as to face Kharl. "I suppose he won't be needing that replacement spine after all."

Kaglar and

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Domitan

are dead. I intended those characters to not die gloriously in 1v1 combat or in a last stand or mad charge, but rather.... well, the ways they did die. There will be either 1 or 2 more entries and than the story will end.

What? No, don't end it, keep going. You have a fanbase wider than Matt Ward! You hear his Necron and BA vs Tyranids story? Epic!


Seriously, I don't want this to end. This last part is good.

LoneLictor wrote:Devram found his sword, still sticking out from the sword.

Sorry to be picky...



Don't end it!!!!! It has so much potential!!!! And its so good!!!!

Yeah, I have a habit of making little errors like that and not noticing them when I edit the story. I'm trying to not do that, lol.

As for ending the story, I'll still stuff and I might come back to the characters later. Devram for example was originally a character in one of my other stories and I decided to have him appear in this one. He ended up as a major character.

your story is epic, please don't kill it

Legion of Damnation wrote:your story is epic, please don't kill it

It has to end eventually. Don't worry, I'll come back to the characters later. There might be a sequel or something in the distant future. In any case, the final update is coming in the next 3 days. I want it to be really good so I'm going to wait until I'm in the perfect writing mood.

Alright, here it is. You need to know a bit about the Chaos Gods, mainly Tzeentch and Nurgle for this one, so if any parts don't make sense just look it up on the Lexicanum. *drum roll*

Caius awoke on his bunk. He instinctively jumped up and reached for Bane. The Sorcerer found himself grabbing at the air and realized the Daemon Blade was gone. His room was almost completely empty save a holo-disc, a rare piece of dark age technology. Caius slowly picked it up and examined it. After making sure it wasn't booby trapped, he activated it. A visual of Devram appeared, standing completely still in his black power armor. "Greetings Caius," he said. "I'd like to begin by saying that, quite frankly, I won. From the moment you earned that Daemon Blade I acknowledged you as a threat and began planning your demise. You made things difficult and ultimately, you hurt me Caius. You damaged my reputation, my army and..." Two servitors unlocked and removed the armor covering his forearm, revealing an artificial limb. "...my body. You hurt me Caius and now I'm going to hurt you. I want to you to know whats going to happen you and I want you to wait in fear and realize how foolish you were. In the event you try to escape, Doctor Antonius and Magos Kharl have placed a small chip in your neck so that if you attempt to summon psychic energy, it will inject you with some of the most lethal toxins on the planet. And don't worry abut Prince Venombane." Devram grabbed Bane using a pair of tongs and lifted the Daemon Blade up. "He's going to be just fine." The recording ended.

The Sorcerer fell onto his bunk. His weapons were gone. He couldn't use his psychic powers. Devram was going to kill Bane. And Devram was going to kill him. He clutched his helmet in his hands and wracked his mind for solutions. There had to be something. But there wasn't. The hole in his floor, which he could've used to escape, had been patched up. The vent had been sealed and reinforced. The door was locked and enhanced with an adamantium frame. It was hopeless. Caius realized that he had lost. Caius, esteemed Sorcerer of the Black Legion and Favored of Tzeentch, was going to die like the idiot coward he was. "Tzeentch!" he screamed, standing up from his bunk. "Come on you bastard, I know you can hear me! You can hear everything probably! Right? Yeah, you're the God of Scheming, you probably have spies everywhere or something. Anyways, you owe me you bastard! Do you know what I did for you? Come on!"

There was a silence, but Caius heard what he could've been the faintest chuckle. "You bastard! Does Ebolias count for nothing? What about all the good I've done for the overall cause of Chaos? Does my entire life count for nothing? Come on!" He was no longer shouting and cursing, but whimpering. "Please," he begged. "Whatever I have left I'll give to you. I need this. Please." Again, there was silence. "Please," he begged one more time.

The hour passed slowly within the confines of his quarters. Caius tried banging on the walls, screaming at anyone outside of his room and overturning his bunk. He pounded a desk into oblivion and stomped on the floor. He begged again and wracked his mind for answers again. He slammed his head on the wall. He kicked the frame of his bunk hard enough to bend it. Finally, he collasped and sobbed. As he did so, he remembered speaking to Bane about Nurgle while they were capturing Ebolias. And he knew what to do. The Sorcerer went on his knees and said, "Grandfather Nurgle, Lord of Decay, I give myself to you. I offer you all that I have left; my despair, my misery, my pain, my service and my soul. I pledge myself to the Plague Lord. In return, I want to live."

Suddenly he was wracked by pain. His flesh was dying beneath his armor. Caius screamed and quickly took off his helmet before looking into a mirror. The Sorcerer's flesh was decaying with pustules and sores forming rapidly. His eyes were sunken in, his lips dark and cracked and his teeth shark and crooked. Underneath his armor he felt similar changes and saw tiny amounts of slime and bile leaking from the joints of his armor. Pain was replaced by numbness and the transformation was complete. He was no longer the Favored of Tzeentch, but the Chosen of Nurgle. Caius put his helmet on and turned towards the door. He took a deep breath and fired off a massive psychic blast. The toxins injected into his body simply added to his new found endurance. "No pain, no gain," he muttered as the door was blown off its hinges and into one of the Black Legionnaire Guards outside of his room.

The four remaining Guards leapt into action, firing at Caius wildly. The bolts easily deflected off of his armor and those that didn't were powerless to wound his disease ridden body. A psychic blast of rot caused one of the Legionnaires' armor and body to decay within seconds. Another blast slew two more Guards. The last guard drew a chainsword and charged at Caius, but he simply grabbed the Marine's neck and snapped it.



"Can you deflect the psychic attacks?" asked Devram. Kaglar's deformed apprentice, whose name he couldn't remember, stood before him.

The heavily mutated torso thing replied, "No, its too strong. Only some of the most powerful psykers could stop an attack from that thing."

"Could you delay it long enough for us both to let go?"

"Yes, I'm confident I could do that."

"Alright," said Devram. "You pick it up first, then me."

The apprentice reached down and grabbed Bane with his left hand, rather than the tongs. After a moment, Devram grabbed the sword as well and the two were both holding it. "Greetings Prince Venombane," said Devram. "I've been informed by Lord Commander Domitan that's your name."

"Indeed," replied Bane. "What do you want?"

"To speak to you of course. You know not to try anything, as this psyker here will stop any attacks long enough to let go."

"Of course. Now, what do you want to talk about?"

"Caius. Why did you choose him? Why did you help him? You had opportunities to... work with lots of other people, most of whom were stronger, smarter or faster than Caius," Devram pointed out. "Why choose him? And why do so much for him?"

Bane paused before answering. "Partially self preservation. I needed someone I could use in order to escape this blade, and he was a psyker that could be easily be manipulated but at the same time had potential. Secondly, pity. I saw him attempting to fight Felix. He didn't flee and he was so determined to use his psychic power, yet he couldn't. I guess you could call it a combination of sympathy and pity."

"I didn't know Daemons had sympathy and pity."

"Caius asked a lot of questions like that. Some Daemons do, and some Daemons don't. We're creatures of emotion and I suppose I had the smallest amount of pity and sympathy mixed in to my essence," the Daemon Blade explained.

Devram smiled and asked, "Do you regret it? If you had chosen someone else, you probably wouldn't be in this situation. Kaglar for example; I would've let him have a Daemon Blade assumed I knew it was using him and he wouldn't have it for long."

"I suppose I do," Bane said. "Alright, are we done?"

"Not quite. I'm going to drop you into a vat of molten charriden. In case you don't know what it is, its a negatively psychic empowered material that is currently hot enough to melt through the warpstone and strong enough to obliterate your very essence."

Without hesitation Bane launched the largest psychic attack he could possibly muster. Kaglar's Apprentice immediately began pushing back against it while Devram let go. The apprentice dropped the blade as well. "Thank you for that. It would be rather unpleasant to let that Daemon destroy my brain," said Devram as he leaned down and picked the Blade up with tongs. He hovered it over the vat of molten charriden and cherished the moment. That was when the door melted.

Devram turned to see Caius standing in the empty doorway. "Wait," said Devram, as his new entourage of Guards readied their weapons. The Hydra Fleet no longer possessed any Terminator armor and as such his new Guards only had the standard ware. He wasn't sure if they could handle Caius in a fair fight. "Caius, don't do anything. If you attack me, I'll drop Venombane into this. It'll destroy him. You don't want him to die."

"Of course," said Caius, calmly stepping inside the room. "Sturmovich and Horkal, ready your meltaguns. Fire on my command," Devram said over his Comm. System to his men. Speaking out loud once again, Devram said, "Surely we can negotiate this." "And have Kharl and Antonius killed. That chip didn't work," hissed Devram over his Comm. System. "After all, there's a peaceful solution to everything," the Chaos Lord said out loud.

"I doubt that," the Sorcerer stated, continuing to walk towards Devram and ignoring the various weapons pointed at him. "If there was a peaceful solution for everything, then why are there Space Marines?"

"Well, I suppose there isn't a peaceful solution for everything, but there's a peaceful solution for this," the Chaos Lord said. "FIRE!" he hissed over the Comm. System. As he said that, he dropped Bane into the vat

Caius was a blur of action. Both melta guns missed Caius, though one managed to accidentally hit and kill one of Devram's guards. A psychic attack from Caius sent three Guards flying into the wall, killing one of them and mangling the other two. He kicked a bolter out of a Marine's hand and caved his helmet in with a psychically empowered punch. A massive beam of flies and gunk shot forth from Caius' other hand and killed another Guard. One with a melta gun fired at him again, but he dodged the blast and hurled the Black Legionnaire into Devram with a flick of his mind, knocking both men prone. Another Guard fired at Caius with a bolter, but he casually ignored the shots and obliterated him with a blast of bile and decay.

The Sorcerer charged up towards the charriden and reached inside. He couldn't feel the liquid in his new painless state, but he could see its effects. It was melting through power armor and flesh, ruining his arm. Yet Caius continued to reach and feel inside until he found Bane. He grabbed the blade and pulled it out of the molten metal. The sword was sagging and mostly gone. It was doted with holes. "Bane!" yelled Caius, shaking the weapon.

"Caius," choked out a weak voice. It was hard to believe it had once been Bane. "Kill... him... kill.... Dev.. ram..."

The Sorcerer put down the blade and snarled at Devram. Devram was trying to flee while two still living Guards were covering his escape. The Chaos Lord couldn't really run and instead walked awkwardly at a moderate pace. It appeared whatever had damaged the Chosen of Abaddon's arm had damaged his legs as well. The Black Legionnaires immediately stopped protecting Devram and started to run away when Caius raised his arm at them, but the Sorcerer destroyed them anyways. Devram tripped over a body and collapsed on the floor, a few feet from the exit. "Caius, stop!" he yelled.

Caius reached down and picked up Devram by the neck with his remaining intact arm, holding the choking man before him. "Wait," he said. "I can give you whatever you want! Power, prestige, wealth, anything! My fleet is yours! My armor! My equipment! My position! Wait! Just, let me live, and its all yours!"

"I can have whatever I want, whether you live or die," replied Caius. He hurled Devram across the room and watched him hit the wall with an enormous thud. "Wait!" yelled Devram. "What about Abaddon? What if he doesn't approve of you killing one of his Chosen? Are you willing to take that risk?"

The Sorcerer reached down and picked up Devram by the neck once again. "I don't care." He slammed Devram's head against the wall, hard enough to crack the ceramite. "Please," begged the Chaos Lord. "Have you no concept of mercy?"

"Hypocrite," snarled Caius. He hurled Devram once again, this time even harder. The impact again the wall snapped one of his bionic arms and left a mess of shattered ceramite and broken electronics. He picked Devram up by the back of his neck this time and dragged him across the room towards the molten charriden with his arm. "Please, don't do this!" screamed Devram, thrashing wildly.

Caius reached the vat and lifted Devram up. Before the Chaos Lord could try to beg again, Caius hurled him inside. Devram screamed and thrashed wildly, desperate to claw his way out, but Caius knocked him back in and watched him melt away. It didn't look pleasant. The Sorcerer took a deep breath and collapsed. "Devram Korda is dead," he said panting. "I killed Devram Korda. Devram Korda is dead."

He reached up and grabbed Bane. Still panting, he said, "Throne, I killed Devram Korda. Oh wait, I'm not supposed to say Throne, being a Nurgle Worshipper and all. You know, he accepted me kind of quickly. Maybe Nurgle is just nicer than Tzeentch."

Bane didn't respond. "Bane?" asked Caius, shaking the damaged blade. He searched a psychic essence inside, hoping Bane was just resting and recovering. Afterall, whenever Bane was hurt he could recover easily, such as when he was almost slain by a Librarian. There was no essence. "Bane?" Caius asked again, despite knowing full well the Daemon was dead.

Yep, lots of death. This actually isn't the last entry. There's going to be a short epilogue and then it'll end. This is just the climax/finale. I had most of this planned out from the beginning, though I had to make some minor changes. Also, I'd like your guys' opinions on the deaths of

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Bane, Devram and Domitan.

Were they done well? Were they stupid? Should the characters have lived or should they have died earlier? C&C is extremely appreciated, whether it be about this entry or the overall story. I'll make sure to take it into advice with my next story, which will be "A Day in the Eye of Terror."

Domitan died right. He died because of a treachery of Devram's, the exact model a CSM should be. IMHO, he should have died earlier though. He was a minority major character in that he had a title and name, but did very little.

Devram. Perfect. The ultimate scene of overcoming obstacles.

Bane.

Little sketchy. AFAIK, daemons can't be "killed", only mortally destroyed. If the sword was desstroyed, should't Bane just go back to the warp?


Caius has been perfect. He started as a wimpy teenage like guy, now he is as ruthless and dispicable as anyone. He was trapped, and when his God refused to help him, he said "feth this, I am going over here." A lot like real life.


Very good. Make the last bit even better. Do it right.

Thanks for the comment. Yeah, maybe I should've killed Domitan earlier, since the only thing he did was capture Caius. However, it was fun to write to scenes with him and his insanity, so I kept him around for a bit.

As for Bane, I think I justified it by saying the molten stuff was Negatively Psychic Empowered which meant it would destroy his soul. But I may have gotten some fluff mixed up. I'll have to check that.

And thank you a so much for the comments about Devram's death and Caius' arc! I had planned those out from the beginning and complements like that are extremely encouraging! I'll make sure to only write the epilogue when I'm in a really "writey" mood, just like I was when I wrote the finale. Afterall, if I end the story with a bad entry It'll pretty much feth up the whole thing.

LoneLictor wrote:I end the story with a bad entry It'll pretty much feth up the whole thing.

Glad to finally find someone who cares about what they say/write. I know guys who are given writing assignments of 100 words, they write 100 words, no more, probably less. When these times come, it is people like you that we can look to to write that extra page.


And pay to do it for us.

Alright, here's the epilogue. It takes place one year after the Daemon Blade.

Caius examined the battlefield before him; a savage orgy of violence and death. The Cadians were losing ground, but made sure the Black Legion paid for every inch. Blood soaked bodies and burnt shards of ceramite littered the ground. "Commander," wheezed out a badly wounded Sergeant Komyn. "We've managed to take Sector 5, but we can't get back the cliff face. Every time we try to get up they launch a massive volley of fire and we withdraw. We've taken heavy losses and it doesn't look like we've gotten far enough to land a single kill."

The Plague Lord noticed that a tiny amount of slime was seeping from his knee joint. He rubbed it off with an index finger and duly noted that he would have to have it resealed. Caius preferred to keep his diseased form inside of his armor, having disliked the appearance of Ebolias and other Plague Lords; he still wanted to appear at least vaguely human and alive. "Perhaps," hissed the Sorcerer. "You are failing to motivate your men properly." Immediately Lieutenant Zythe and Prophet Thraxus turned their attention towards their Lord. They knew very well what he was going to do. He reached out with a black gauntlet and grabbed Komyn by the neck. There was a brief crunching noise and the Sergeant slumped to the floor. "If you continue to fail to take the cliff face, I will personally do this to each and every one of you!" Caius bellowed to Komyn's squad. The Chaos Space Marine scurried away back towards the battle field. "Zythe, give me a progress report."

"We've taken Sector 5, as Komyn said, in addition to Sectors 6 and 8. 7 remains uncertain as the Cadians are heavily barricaded in there, but a quick bombardment would likely finish them off. We've also taken the Tikus River," Zythe said.

Caius paused and replied, "Good." The Sorcerer's attention turned toward a lone Chaos Space Marine surrounded by three Cadians. The Legionnaire's armor was cracked, his bolter ripped in half and his chainsaw jammed with that looked like tiny pebbles. The Guardsmen were beating him badly and attempting to pin him down, but the Marine refused to give up or die. "Who is that?" asked Caius, gesturing toward the Legionnaire. His voice wasn't quite as raspy or deep as it had been when he was executing Komyn.

"Daceus," answered Zythe. "He's an idiot. I suppose he got separated from his squad and stumbled into a melee. Doesn't look like he's winning." One of the Cadians slammed the but of his lasgun into Daceus' head, but his ceramite helmet refused to break. "Best to just let him die and give the armor to someone who deserves it more."

"I'm going into battle," said Caius.

"Wait, what?" asked his Lieutenant. "I've never seen you enter combat before in my entire career."

"Well, I just found a good reason to."

The Plague Lord was suddenly in motion, sprinting across the battle field at a surprising speed. He obliterated a Cadian who was in his way and barely dodged a blast from a plasma gun. Within seconds he had reached Daceus. He impaled the first Cadian on his fist and caused another to rot with a flick of his wrist. The third man fired off his lasgun, but the shot deflected off of his armor. The Sorcerer clenched his hand into a fist and soldier exploded in a spray of gore. Caius reached down and grabbed the Marine's hand, helping to pull him to his feet. "Greetings," he said. "I'm Plague Lord Commander Caius Severian, Supreme General of the Hydra Fleet of the Black Legion. You can refer to me as Caius."

Very nice, i think you killed all of the characters well, and i enjoyed that last piece. Well done, it ended well.

It is over.

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Thanks for the comments! All you have you people have been extremely encouraging while writing the story and I want to thank you all for somehow reading the entire thing. Thanks!

Please continue another story involving Caius.

Ogryn wrote: Please continue another story involving Caius.

Caius will come back eventually. He's a fun character, having made the transition from naive Minion to ambitious Overlord.