Attilias licked his lips and shuddered. They had finally come for him.

The sounds of screams and gunfire were rife and echoed around the throne room.

The ancient warrior stood up from his throne, his archaic power armour made several noises in protest as he did so and his worn ivory robes hung loosely.

The throne room's grand doors opened suddenly causing him to draw his Bolt pistol. A mortal figure appeared, his face wracked with worry and his clothes stained with blood.

"My L-Lord" The man stammered as he knelt before him.

"Rise, Cain" Attilas beckoned for the man to rise and smiled at him.

"My thanks, Lord" Cain stood but dared not look onto Attilas' facial features, "The Imperium, Lord, they're…they're…"

"I know" Attilas placed his gauntlets upon the man's shoulders, "It seems your people were not adequate protection after all"

"With all due respect, Lord, we are but men, we cannot stand up to the Emperor's angels of death"

"I did not mean physically, Whelp"

Cain recoiled at the insult but remained where he stood.

"I meant this hive, this world even I could remain insignificant and hidden" Attilas tightened his grip causing Cain to wince, "The Imperium would have been none the wiser if the people had…behaved…themselves"

"My Lord" Cain spoke through gritted teeth, "Please…"

"The people's lack of faith and Imperial creed attracted the attention of Terra and their scouts took an interest in the arch-governor of this hive…now who would that arch-governor be, Cain?"
"Y-You ah!" Cain cried out as Attilias once again tightened his grip.

"And now my former brethren have caught word of me and they are here to take me"

"My L-Lord I'm sorr-sorrrrry!" Cain choked as Attilias' harsh grip began to break his ribs.

"To warp with you, Worm" Attilias lifted Cain in one hand with ease and smashed his frame against the marble floor, sending blood and pieces of skull splattering in all directions.

Attilias turned to look at the door as a sudden whooshing sound could be heard nearby.

"Throne" He growled and turned back to the throne. There by its side lay his MK II helmet, he picked it up and placed it upon his head.

The helmet's HUD glowed and crackled.

Also by the side of the throne lay his Power sword and his Phobos pattern Bolt-gun, both were now so worn and aged they could hardly be recognised at the pieces of art he had once regarded them as.

"Once more into the fray" He murmured to himself as he held the weapons one in each hand.

The grand doors suddenly exploded off of their hinges and several Dark green clad assault marines appeared through the smoke their jump packs still excreting smoke.

Attilias turned to face them, his robe twirled as he moved and his bolter came to bear on them.

The marines aimed their bolt pistols at Attilias but they did not fire.

Attilias did not fire either, until he heard their helmets clicking with vox chat.

The bolter fired three shots, two met their mark and exploded into one of the assault marine's armour. The marine stumbled and fell backwards.

The other two boosted toward Attilias, bolt pistols blazing.

Attilias grinned as he side stepped and leant his sword against the bolter. He swung as one of the assault marines veered towards him, seperating the Astarte's head from his shoulders. The Assault marine's body clattered heavily to the floor followed shortly by his helmet.

The last remaining Assault marine veered away from Attilias and skidded to a halt just beyond his throne.

Attilias raised his arms and then stood back into a defensive poise.

"What's the matter?" Attilias sneered as he spoke, "Brother?"

The assault marine roared and charged him, his chainsword screaming and his bolt pistol barking.

Attilias launched himself towards his throne and skidded along on one knee, the bolt rounds zooming just above his head and ricocheting off of the floor behind him. He then aimed his bolter with one hand and fired another five shots at the Assault marine. The first bolt round struck the Astarte in the face plate which sent the Assault marine stumbling forward into the next four. He slammed to the floor in a pool of his own black blood and ceased to move.

Attilias smirked under his faceplate in triumph and began to laugh.

He had been hiding in the shadows and living in fear for all these years. Hiding and fearing this precise day, the day that the Dark Angels chapter, his chapter, would find him and bring him to justice. And now he saw the truth. These Dark Angels were nothing compared to he, he had fought upon Caliban's soil, alongside Luther and Lord Cypher before and after the Imperium had come. These Dark Angels were weak, young, foolish.

The first Assault marine who had fallen stirred and his helmet clicked.

Attilias turned to face the fallen marine who was attempting to stand, but the two bolt rounds in his chest were straining him.

Attilias aimed his bolt-gun once again and fired.

The bolt rounds tore into the Assault marine and he jerked with each blast until he stopped moving all together.

"Weakling" Attilias sneered.

But from the body of the marine came a noise, a machine bleeping.

Attilias crouched by the body, placed his empty boltgun on the floor and then searched for the source of the noise.

There in the marines hand lay the source which shook Attilias to his core.

Before he could react the homing beacon activated and the throne room filled with several glowing masses which soon surrounded him.

"NO!" Attilias roared as he slammed a new magazine into his Bolt gun, "NOT YET"

The glowing masses materialised and there stood Eight Deathwing Terminators and an Interrogator Chaplain who was also clad in Terminator armour, his Skull helmet grinned back at Attilias.

"BEGONE, WHORESONS" Attilias screamed and fired wildly into the ring of terminators at random.

The Terminator elites did not move as the bolt rounds clipped harmlessly off of their armour.

The bolt gun ran dry and Attilias threw it to the ground with a curse.

The Skull helmeted Chaplain took several heavy steps forward, his crozius by his side and his storm bolter poised at Attilias' head.

"Shameful one" The Chaplain said, "Surrender yourself"

Attilias grasped his sword in two hands and shook his head.

"Come on then" He growled softly.

The Chaplain looked to the other Terminators and nodded.

The ring of Terminators began to grow tighter as they took their relentless steps toward him.

Attilias desperately looked for a way out but was met with the sight of more Terminators.

"Damn!" He yelled as he slashed at one of the Terminators, the sword slightly indenting the armour.

Suddenly from behind a power fist grabbed his arm and yanked him backwards.

He crashed into the terminator who had grabbed him and immediately tried to push away.

"No!" He cried out like a child almost and slashed at the Terminator with his sword in one hand.

The Terminator paid no heed and Attilias could hear the clicks from its helmet, most probably orders to the rest of the squad.

"For the Primarch…" The Chaplain began to pray out loud, "We gather your fallen sons…"

The other Terminators grabbed out at Attilias, immobilising him within seconds.

"NO! NO!" Attilias screamed and tried to kick out at the Terminators to no avail.

"So that we might yet be redeemed" The Chaplain stepped forward to face Attilias who had now been lifted from the ground by the Terminators.

"YOU SCAV WHORESONS" Attilias began to feel the teleportation begin, and he saw the Terminators begin to glow.

"No…" Attilias went limp as he realised he was powerless to stop this.

Attilias' entire vision was that of bright white, and when it disappeared he was on a teleportarium of a ship.

Stood around the platform that he had appeared on were more bone white Deathwing Terminators stood with their weapons poised and servitors manning stations.

"Escort him to cell DG-2" The Chaplain ordered, "And no crew are to see him"

"Affirmed, Brother Chaplain" A Terminator whose torso was donned with feathered peaks nodded.

The Terminators began to carry Attilias quickly from the teleportarium.

Attilias stayed limp and allowed his head to look up toward the ceiling.

He was carried from corridor to corridor, the Terminators took side routes and dark passages as they walked.

The Terminators suddenly stopped.

"Oh! My lords"

Attilias looked up and saw the Terminators were looking down at a mortal crewmember, a young woman wearing a smart naval uniform and carrying folders of reports.

"Forgive me" The head terminator's heavy voice boomed around the room that they were in, he then raised his storm bolter and fired several shots at the Woman. The rounds blew her arm from her socket and exploded her stomach inside out. She dropped to the floor in a pool of blood and lay limp.

Attilias began to laugh.

"Silence, Traitor" The Terminator who had fired turned to face him.

"You call me traitor after you execute your own?" Attilias sneered.

The Terminator turned away and looked down at the body.

"We move" He said as he stepped over the body and continued down the hallway.

After a few more minutes of walking in the dark corridors of the ship, the Terminators reached the desired cell. Opposite the cell stood multiple robed figures who were about 2ft shorter than Attilias, the robed figures scurried over to him and began to remove his armor. Attilias tried to lash out at them but the Terminators' iron grip held. Once he had been stripped of his ancient armour, the Terminators dragged Attilias into the cell and threw him against the back wall. They then exited the cell and sealed it, leaving Attilias in pure darkness.

Attilias had sat in the darkness for months now. A meal was provided every two weeks as Astarte's could survive without sustenance for around that period of time. He knew why they were keeping him alive. He had spoken with other members of the so called "Fallen Angels" Or "The Fallen" as many knew them by, he was being taken to the last remaining soil of Caliban, The Rock.

Attilias sighed. For this galaxy the battle and destruction of Caliban had been ten thousand years ago, for Attilias it had been two. He still remembered every detail of that day. Firing on their Brothers who were returning from the Great crusade, the orbital bombardments, brother against brother and finally the warp entity, which stole him and his fallen brothers away. After that Attilias found himself upon the planet that he had just been abducted from in the desert, and after finding and taking over a hive city he had remained there for two years waiting for the day that his erstwhile kin would come for him.

Suddenly the cell doors opened, and a blinding light filled the room causing Attilias to shield his eyes. The sounds of multiple heavy footsteps clanged and crashed into his cell.

Attilias stood shakily on his weak and malnourished legs and raised his fists.

"Where-" Was the only word he could utter before he was struck in the face with what he could only imagine was a Crozius without the power within it activated. He crashed to the floor and clasped his hands to his face, blood was seeping from the wound and he could feel his cheekbone.

His face twisted into a macabre grin and he laughed causing several of his teeth to fall out. Several hands grabbed his arms and his naked body was dragged from the cell.

His eyes adjusted to the light and he saw the Terminators whom had brought him into the cell were the same one's (as far as he could tell) as the one's dragging him away from it.

They turned left into a passageway which eventually led to a miniature hangar bay which only contained a single Thunder hawk and a Land raider unlike any Attilias had seen before, rather than Lascannon sponsons on each side there was dual rows of bolters.

The Thunder hawk's ramp opened with a hiss and several of the miniature robed figures walked slowly out carrying incense candles.

The Chaplain who had struck him led the Terminator escorts on board past the figures who didn't utter a word as they did so.

It hurt Attilias to look into the emptiness of their cowls as he tried to look at their faces, he hung his head as the Terminators dragged him up the ramp and as they strapped him into his throne's harness.

The Thunder hawk boosted its engines and flew from the Hangar.

Attilias looked at each of the Terminators present. All of them were armed with assault weapons bar the two that were tasked with dragging him. Also present was the chaplain who was now not clad in Terminator armour but rather power armour with a dark green and ivory robe, his crozius was gripped in his hand and he regarded Attilias through his skull helm's eyes.

Attilias smirked and stared back, blood poured out of his mouth.

The Chaplain did not react and continued to stare.

After a minute or so of flight, Attilias felt the Thunder hawk's landing gear shift from beneath him, the Thunder hawk landed and the Chaplain's throne harness deactivated with a hiss.

The Terminators rose from their thrones and surrounded Attilias once more.

"Afraid to face me alone, brother Chaplain?" Attilias sneered.

One of the Terminators stepped aside allowing the Chaplain to approach Attilias.

The Chaplain knelt down to Attilias' level and put his face in front of Attilias'.

"Soon enough, whelp" The Chaplain purred. He then strode away from Attilias, disappearing behind the wall of Terminators once again.

One of the Terminators turned to Attilias and lifted his arm towards him.

Attilias recognised the tool of an Apocathery welded to this Terminator and immediately began to lash out from his throne.

The narcecium bit into his arm and injected its sedater liquid into his system.

Attilias thrashed and screamed as he felt the effects begin to kick in, the belly of the Thunder hawk and everyone in it became blurred and he began to lose vision.

"Bas-bastards" Attilias slumped forward and passed out.

When Attilias awoke he was lying down facing the ceiling of a pitch-black room. He attempted to move and found that he was restrained by chains so cold that they hurt his skin if he moved beneath them.

"What is this?" He yelled out into the darkness, and almost immediately the room became illuminated by firelight. Attilias now realised that he was chained to a slab of stone that was stained with blood and other markings. He was in a stone chamber that seemed oddly familiar to him, stone bricks and traditional cement plastered the walls and the floor.

The light sources were flaming torches held each by one of the robed figures from before, their "faces" facing the floor.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the chamber as Attilias spotted the Chaplain from before enter.

"Awake are we?" The Chaplain removed his helm, revealing his scarred features and his stoic eyes.

"Good to see a Brother's face" Attilias relished referring to the loyalists as "Brother".

The Chaplain glared and leant over Attilias' restrained body.

"You turned from the light of the Emperor, and from the side of the Primarch, for this you must atone"

"I did no such thing" Attilias glared back.

The Chaplain punched his armour gauntlet into Attilias' already damaged face, causing parts of his cheek bone to splinter out and he cried out in pain.

"You will atone for the dishonour that you and the rest of the Fallen have cast over this legion" The Chaplain growled down at him.

Attilias (with great effort) rolled his head back over to look at the Chaplain's aged features.

"The Primarch…abandoned us… and he betrayed the Emperor" Attilias coughed out blood which ran down his cheek.

The Chaplain's expression was that of surprise for the slightest moment before it contorted with anger once more, he stood up and growled audibly.

"Your lies will get you nowhere traitor, you know what you did"

"The Primarch abandoned us then sided with Horus!"

"Lies!" The Chaplain drew a gladius from his hilt and poked the edge of it into Attilias' forearm, causing blood to slowly start pooling out.

"It is not a lie! Why do you think he took so long to reach Terra!?" Attilias winced at the pain in his arm, "He was waiting to see what side would win!"

"What fool told you these lies?" The Chaplain drove the gladius in deeper.

"…HE…did"

"Luther?" The knife was pushed in further.
"Yes" Attilias grinned, "And if this is the best torture methods you have, Brother then we're going to be here a long time"

"Oh don't worry" The Chaplain rose to his full height leaving the blade imbedded in Attilias' arm, "I plan on it"

Attilias' "Last rites" lasted two weeks until he finally cracked under the constant strain of pain, he confessed to betraying both the Emperor and the beloved Primarch. When this confession was made Attilias was missing the majority of several limbs and was only being kept alive by his Astarte genes and the life support systems the chaplain had employed. Attilias died with a final Crozius blow to the head, which obliterated his skull and left fresh blood stains upon the stone slab. His body was then burnt and the ashes sealed in a container along with the rest of the fallen that had been captured and/or killed.