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"This world is a jewel. Lush forrests, beautiful seas. Life everywhere. Humans have always prospered here. Aida was the name of this jewel. Named after the holy Aida, saviour of our world. Most young People dont really care for our rich past. But where are my manners? I am Laccus. This is my Story..."

"Ouch!" Laccus looked up, a ball had hit his head. The Hand Holding his pen was still rubbing the hit spot as he had searched for the guilty one. There. Some half adults spending their time with playing around instead of praying and devoting their life to the Ecclesiarchy.
"Get out of my garden !" He yelled while throwing a book at them. His legs were old and worthless nowadays, he could barely stand on them.
The intruders walked away, mocking him, laughing at him. However there was one left. He picked up the book , swept the dust of and walked toward Laccus.

"What do you want?" The old man said with a grim face. "Give me that..!" He ripped the book out of the Boys Hands with his Long fingers.
"Excuse me, sir....." The Boy muttered.
"Didnt you hear what I said? Get out of my garden! What are your ears for?"
"W-what?"
"Oh I'm sorry, did I Insult you?" He barked with a theatralical voice.
"N-no sir, I g-guess not..."
"Whats with all that stuttering? Are you some kind of idiot from the severs? Go away before I call the Arbites!"
The Boy silently turned away and left, Laccus could hear him crying. What a whimp, he thought.

Nevermind, there are things to be done. Important things! I must prepare the ceremony, he thought. Today was a special day. A thousand years ago, the saint Aida has banished a dark being from this planet. His Name was not to be told here.
His prison was a giant Mausoleum made of Grey marble. There was one hole in the chained grave plate. It was black and it has always oozed black blood.
This was ofcourse the sign of a chaotic presence. Therefor this place has always been guarded. Mostly only servants of the Ecclesiarchy and a few Astartes from time to time.

The ceremony, the ceremony yes, yes, Laccus remembered himself. In his house there was a locker. Inside there was an artifact delivered to him about thirty years ago. A thorn, made of stainless silver and carved with the Symbol of Aida: The blindfolded skull.
A strange woman gave that thorn to him. She said it was the only way to kill him, the one sealed in stone. She said that from that day on in thirty years, he and only he, Laccus, had to thrust the thorn into the hole and the spirit of Aida would end the fight her Body had begun centuries ago. That day was today. The valley of the Mausoleum was crowded with people. Sororitas were present and even the hol Inquisition had sent a representativ.


This was the second time Laccus stood here in his life. The hole was intimidating him, it was almost like an eye glaring and hungry. He looked around the valley. It was surrounded by giant stone arches. Eight arches in total surrounding them. The sky was beautiful and clear. The people were joyfull and clad in all the colours of the rainbow.

"People of Aida" Laccus voice echoed, fortyfied by vox-casters. "Today we will finally destroy the one taint of our world. Many here know me and all of you know that I am no man of big words. Lets face the brighter and purer future which comes, the one Futur we had earned through faith!"
The mass roared in glee and a thousand White pidgeons were released into the sky. The Sororitas slowly guiding him to the hole, Laccus rose the thorn.
He stood there for almost an eternity, he thought.
The man closed his eyes and thrusted the relic into the hole with all his might. "In the Name of the God-Emperor, you are destroyed!"

The skies turned slowly red, it started raining. There was some muttering in the crowd, everyone was confused. Then, it began.
The pidgeons fell towards the ground and spasmed as their flesh ripped itself apart, giving freedom to wretched daemonic mirrors of them. That was however not the end, only the beggining.
A voice started screaming, originating from the tomb. A tone so horrific, so malicious that no human throat could possibly produce it.
"Come to me, sons of the Prophet. Your master has returned!" The voice invocated.

The stone arcs flashed with light and the reality itself ripped apart in them. Beings passed through them. Once humanities purest and best, now the most corrupted spawn of chaos.
Astartes tainted by chaos, clad in misty white and dark silver armour. They walked as one, stood as one, responding to the call.
There were daemons of all sorts between them the colours a dark mockery of the humans beneath them.
Their voices rose as one "We heeded your call, Mornar, Prophet of the Darkness, son of Lorgar. Arise and lead us, arise and spread the Primordial Truth!"

The gates of the tomb exploded, the Sororitas and Laccus catapulted to the ground. A giant stepped out. A being of ancient malice. One Hand grasping a giant warcudgle, the other a malformed claw wrought in dark iron. His face hidden in a hood.
"In the Name of the Ordo Malleus, submit before my justice!" The present Inquisitior yelled.
"Small, Little human. What do you think you can do? I am a god compared even to the ones you call Angels of death! " Mornars voice was flled with hatred. Hatred freed after thousand years of captivity.
His claw lifted into the air and black thunders crackled around the tips of his malformed fingers.
"You shall be my first sacrifice to the Gods." With an evil grin he pointed with the crackling hand at the human. The lightning clashed through the Body of the human, bursting even further, ripping his servants into pieces.

In a matter of minutes the humans were dead, their blood soaking the ground and their bones crunching under the boots of the Chaos Space Marines.
"Bring me the old gerbil." Mornar demanded.
Laccus was pulled up before the dark behemoth.
"He is dead, What a misery, but then again I may ressurect him.." He cackled darkly as he carved the sign of Nurgleth into Laccus forehead.
Suddenly Laccus eyes opened and he vomited bile and blood. "W-what happened?" As he looked up he saw Mornar before him "N-no! You should be dead! I have thrusted the thorn into you!"
"So predictable. I cannot die human! It was so simple...." Laughing he pulled out the silver thorn. The sign of Aida malformed and perverted. "You see, this thorn was delivered to you by a daemon. A good shapeshifter, he is. What you thought would kill me would instead rip open the fabrics of reality inside my Body and allow my essence to return into my Body. This was only a key but now ...." He plunged the thorn into Laccus chest. "..it is your prison!"





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