As Miroku awoke an unwitting pawn of Merandile yet more of the stone warriors stirred through out the eye. These particular pieces were quite extraordinary compared to the others. You see these two were a pair, long known as the Demon's Lover. The statues had a most remarkable owner as well, none other than Abaddon the despoiler, war master of the black legion.
Kagome and Inu Yasha dragged themselves towards the wall, propping their injured forms against it as they groggily remembering what had transpired, at least from their perspective just moments ago. Attempting to discern how they had come to be in the cold half-light of their metallic prison, well they were nowhere near awake enough to tackle that question. Outside their cell they could hear voices.
"It's as I told you war master, the Demon's Lover, it came to life!" The static tones announced.
"If what you have told me is true, I'll be pleased. If not you'll be the flesh hounds next meal. UMDERSTOOD WORM!? Good."
With a mechanical hiss the doors to the cell opened. The two voices from outside the chamber's confines new had faces. Giant warriors, ten feet easily, one in full plated armor blacker than pitch, the other clad in blackened armor so heavy, so immense that it would be impossible to describe it here, a massive metal claw secured to the right hand. The more heavily armored man examined Inu Yasha and Kagome with mild interest. He turned to the other man.
"These two were the Demon's Lover statue?"
"Yessir!"
"Congratulations, it seems you're no longer on the menu. Out of my sight before I change my mind." The armored behemoth bolted from the room faster than Inu Yasha thought possible in that heavy plate. The giant then turned his attention to Inu Yasha and Kagome. "Seems the Demon's Lover is in need of some restoration. GET THEM TO THE APOTHECARY MAGGOTS!"
Before they could respond, the two were dragged from the room by yet another group of strange men, albeit of a more normal size. Kagome screamed in protest but the only response was a dull blow to the head. Abaddon turned to one of his smaller minions.
"Summon Bile."
Throughout the eye of terror there are many legions of chaos marines, some obscure, some legendary. One particular legion though are known as the most bloodthirsty legion in the galaxy, the World Eaters who fight across a thousand worlds in a thousand wars all in the name of the blood god Khorne. Amongst the battle-crazed ranks of the World Eaters, a single man stands as the embodiment of the blood god's rage, whose unquenchable blood lust made him legend. They called him the betrayer.
Khârn stood before the pyramid of skulls taken for the blood god. Behind him stood scarcely 100 berserkers, the only chaos marines mad enough to serve with the infamous betrayer, who was as likely to kill friend, as he was foe. There he stood as his fellow berserkers brought in the spoils of the latest battle. They had taken from the thousand sons stronghold another thousand skulls for their lord Khorne, and countless artifacts piled before the great heap of skulls. At the foot of the pyramid was the crown jewel of their recent plundering, the statue known as the Dog of War. The ancient statue of an armored warrior with bestial arm and canine tail, armed for war.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" The berserkers screamed amidst the barbaric splendor of the now conquered stronghold. From the base of the pyramid Khârn's rage filled voice joined the cacophony of his brothers war chant.
"KILL, MAIM, BURN! KILL, MAIM, BURN! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" The blood fueled cries echoed through the hall. The thirst for battle, it could be felt in the gore reeking air that had witnessed a massacre. They reveled their service to the blood god, and Khorne always rewards his faithful servants. At the height of the madmen's frenzy Khârn brought down the screaming blade of his chain axe on the ancient statue. The stone cracked, and then shattered with such violent force that Khârn was hurled back some 50 feet. As the dust cleared a white robed man stood before them, arrayed in armor and geared for war. Sesshomaru once again walked among the living.