THE CHRONICALS OF EVEIL
The hunt for Slaanesh's Blade
Chapter 3: Prince of Pleasure
Felix Broadman stepped out of the crudely fashioned tent. They had had little time to set it up the previous night as they wanted to get as much sleep as possible. They knew that today was going to be a big day.
Sergeant Major Tallarius stepped into Felix Broadman's tent.
"General," he said.
"Yes Sergeant, what is your business here, tell me, what is on your mind?"
"Well sir, being now only eleven in number, I was wondering how we were to defeat our foe?"
"We will find a way Sergeant, we always do."
"Sir, I have served alongside you since the exterminatus of Ragnar IV and I have never once doubted you, but now I have to say…"
"We will find a way!" shouted General Broadman.
"Yes sir," said the Sergeant Major before leaving the tent.
"We will find a way."
Eveil stood in the circle. He could feel a strange presence, as if there was some other worldly being around him that he could not see. Suddenly, the large ork from the previous night pushed the long grass aside on the other side of the circle. He looked Eveil in the eyes before charging forward towards him. Eveil pulled up his right arm and fired autocannon rounds into the orks face. The ork almost sprung backwards due to the force exerted by the autocannon rounds. He fell onto his back but before doing so grabbed the handle of the unholy weapon to try and keep himself up. Instead of doing so it pulled the blade from the earth of which it was embedded in. He appeared dead, holding the sword in his right hand. Eveil approached what seemed to be the corpse of the largest ork he had ever seen when all of a sudden the eight orks that he also saw the previous night sprung forth from the huge tropical flowers, holding their "Big Shootas".
"Dakka dakka dakka!" shouted one ork before they opened fire. Evil shrugged off the slugs that peppered his armour and released the ammunition from his daemonic autocannon. It fired and hit home on the bodies of the orks, but their armour was very effective and not a single round made it into the ork hide. The shots from the large guns began to hit the fleshy parts showing on the mutated warrior causing Eveil great pain. He cried out as they exploded inside his body.
"Hahaha!" shouted one of the orks. "Stupid Chaos boy, you can't beat us wiv dat puny shoota."
"I don't intend to!" exclaimed Eveil before firing his lascannon directly into the ork's face. He fired a bolt of plasma at another, sizzling the orks flesh and knocking it to the ground. He fired two more bursts of plasma before firing another three lascannon shots, finishing the last ork with a plasma bolt to the head. He lowered his weapons. And looked at the large ork on the ground and reached out for the Blade of Slaanesh. The ork suddenly rose and stared down at Eveil. He began to grow even larger and horrible daemonic mutations began to take form. A gigantic horn grew out of the left hand side of his head, a huge sinewy limb began to grow out of the right hand side of the ork's body, underneath the arm that was already there. Giant sharp fangs grew from the gaping maw of the beast while its tongue became pointed and long. The possessed ork looked down upon Eveil and spoke forth;
"Now is the hour of your demise dark warrior!" The beast ran forward and swung its sword across at a horizontal angle. Eveil ducked, the daemonic weapon missing his head by less than a hands breadth. He stood up and looked at the ork, but before he could ain his weapon the sword came crashing down upon him, this time vertically. He jumped to the side, narrowly dodging the blade and evading his death.
"Now men!" cried Felix Broadman, giving the signal to his comrades. Each pushed a button on a small remote and suddenly huge chunks of earth flew into the air as explosives were detonated and metal and orks were burnt and destroyed. The orks were not expecting that and the strategic positions of the explosives had caused all but four of the orks to be annihilated.
"That'll teach 'em to stay so bloody close together won't it," said Tallarius.
"That it will my good friend," said General Felix Broadman. "Attack!" The soldiers of the Imperium sprung forth and opened fire on the remaining orks, killing them quickly and efficiently. It was a massacre, and it worked. "I told you we'd find a way."
Eveil opened fire with his autocannon, every shot punching into the flesh of the monster in front of him. All his rounds seemed to do were make the creature angry. Eveil ran out of the jungle, the monstrous ork in hot pursuit. Suddenly General Felix Broadman ran up to the side of the beast, lept into the air and landed on the beasts arm. He jumped up again from the arm and stabbed his sword into the eye of the beast. The monster let out a roar of pain before grabbing the general in its third hand and staring into his face. It roared again and opened its huge maw ready to bite the human in half.
"NOOOOOOO! He is mine! Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!" cried Eveil charging at the beast firing lascannon, plasma cannon and melta all at once. The monster dropped the general, stepping backward as the mighty warrior fired his most powerful weapons towards him. The ork tripped on a fallen tree, landing on its back. Eveil jumped up onto the body of the beast and ran to its head. He stared it in the face before it opened its mouth and let out a roar of defiance. "Shut up you annoying rat!" Eveil shoved his lascannon into the daemon's mouth before firing. There was a pause of about a second before the head of the beast exploded, flesh, bone and brain flying in all directions, covering Eveil's already crimson armour in a coat of red. The hand of the beast released its grip on the sword and dropped it. It began to revert back to its previous form, the greenskinned beast that Eveil witnessed chanting at the blade. He took up the weapon, claiming his prize. He turned around to finally exact his revenge, but to his shock the general was gone. He could hear the roar of engines, the Incredulous was leaving. "Noooo!" shouted Eveil, charging in the direction that his ears led him. He arrived at the ship just before it lifted off of the ground. Eveil fired his lascannon at the ship but it had no effect, barely scratching the paint. He fired again but it was no use, the hull was too thick and strong. As the ship left the atmosphere Eveil let out a roar of anger. His target had escaped.
Eveil stood at the foot of the ship, admiring its beauty. He stepped inside and moved to the bridge. He powered the engines and prepared for lift-off. The Massacre was in pussuit.