WARHAMMER 40K
NIGHT LORD FANFICTION
THE DEATH OF LORD CAEDUS
The sword bit deep caeuds could feel it exiting his back. He breath in the cold air of the webway looking up into the cold eyes of a prophet of a god yet to be and he and the daemon inhabiting his body shivered never had caedus know this fear not even when he stood before his farther and lord the Night haunter. The elder bitch drew the sword out of body and in the time it took him to registered the pain the gift's khrone have given him bled away his fangs receded back into his teeth, his wings that he took such loving pride in fell away, his bat like face turn back into the bone white skin and black eyes all who were born of the sunless world seem to have. Losing the feelings in his arms he dropped his weapons which have carried him to victory over and over again against the enemies of his true lord. Seeing the long sword and poison dagger fall lord caedus looked around. He saw his black hearts racing it his side the war orphan girls he took in and raised like his own daughters. They were the products of wars caused by caedus himself to form a bodyguard of warrior women who would put the sister of battle to shame, only the strongest, cleverest, most bloodthirsty of children could claw their way through the hellholes he created. Then after weeks or months of quiet observing he would swooping from the sky like some avenging angel and give them a home and purpose. He did truly love them in his own twisted way and even in his death throbs seeing them go to town on the ynari in front of them to reach their lord and master would have made his hearts sing if that eldar harpy just didn't rip them out. Gods dying was slow he wonder if this was vulkan must have felt like while under the night lords knives. One last look around the battlefield before the end came caedus thought on his knees now rubric marines and night lords were fighting back to back now trying to hold the line for the bloody exile to escape but some giant horned thing with a spear was cutting them down like butter. On the ground before it was hargrenmarr the warsmith has seen better days, caedus never regretted saving the warsmith life during the battle of terra abandon by his own legion caedus dug the warsmith out of the rubble and dead white scars and helped him to the dropships. He regretted it now seeing the warsmith on the ground with his bowels spilling in his lap screaming IRON WITHIN IRON WITHOUT. Better to have left his old friend die on the greatest battlefield either of them had ever know then to die in this merciless, sunless realm to an inferior who murder –fucked themselves into damnation. On his back now seeing Maruchan raptor cult being cult down by harlequin on swoop bikes caedus cursed the new prophet Talos would have never led them to this slaughter. But the boy was young and had the right men at his side maybe one day he avenged the soul hunter but not this day all they had to show for it was a sorcerer who had failed at breaking into a library guarded by god damn clowns. Feeling the touch of the grace now caedus no longer lord of vita trident that beatific ship that had set sail from mars all those years ago noticed a red armored eldar limping to his mistress's side caedus saw a backheart dagger in the xenos's arm "good girls" he thought know the bastard would most likely lose an arm to the toxin coating the blade. At the warrior's side was a blue cat-like creature eating one of his hearts " that morbid the dying astartes thought. As his last breath left his lungs caedus once lord of the blood wing warband of the 8th legion the night lords captain of the warship vita trident screamed with all his might AVE DOMINUS NOX! AND KNEW NO MORE.
