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Reckoning.

Chapter 10.

Tristain's army camp. Ner'jal's tent.

Ner'jal put his golden helmet on the table. This war against Albion has a foul stench, if somebody asked him. But nobody was interested in his view, so he just shut himself up and let everybody do as they please. But an ominous feeling don't let him rest, so with uneasy heart he took a small chest from personal belongings; from it he took a deck of cards. Taro cards. Ancient humans thought that these small pieces of paper could tell the future. Among astartes librarians used them as some sort of mentor, brother Calistarius taught him about this aspect of their art, but even though Ner'jal had an extra ordinary six sense, his successes in it were very low. Ner'jal sighed and opened first card. He cursed, right on him looked Tower of Lightning.

Before the Ner'jal's tent.

Queen Henrietta of Tristain covered by black cloak and followed by Agness went to Ner'jal's tent. After everything that happened, with prince Wales she was in despair, after some time she decided to ask her most trusted people for advise, the last who she asked was lady Malve, who told her just two words: "Ask Ner'jal." Easy to say, hard to do. After all it was Ner'jal who sent prince Wales back to the eternal rest, by breaking the enemy's spell. But it was still too hard for her to speak with Ner'jal – in some sense he killed the man she loved, so she took Agness with her, as moral support.

"Walking around at such hour?" – Agness immediately gripped her sword and Henrietta prepared her scepter, they relaxed seeing that the speaker was Rachel.

"What are you doing here Rachel?" – asked Agness.

"Waiting for you, Diomedus and Lemarus won't let you in Ner'jal's tent, without an order of superior officer, and they don't give a shit about "royal" status."

"Well they are just carrying about him, Lady Rachel." – said Henrietta.

Rachel laughed – "Caring? About Ner'jal? He alone is enough to destroy your army, and you say carrying?

Oh, little Queen, it's not them, it's he is carrying about them."

"Enough of that, - said Agness , - we are here to speak with Lord Ner'jal, with or without you."

"Oh, stop this Agness I'm here for the same reason, so stop wasting time let's go."

They went to Ner'jal's tent, it's entrance was guarded by Lemarus and Diomedus, the view of two giant warriors, covered from head to toe in red armor, armed two their teeth with different weapons, destroyed even slightly thoughts of everyone about entering the tent. Rachel went to the entrance followed by Agness and Henrietta, Diomedus and Lemarus instantly moved to right and left clearing the way. That surprised three women.

"Wait a minute, - started Rachel, - and you wouldn't check us for something?"

"Brother Ner'jal is waiting for you he had foreseen your arrival."

In silence they entered the tent. What three women weren't prepared for was that Ner'jal was without his helmet, so the color of their faces soon rivaled the tomatoes, even Rachel who is a stoic Sister of Battle and Agness, who as many thought, played for male team. So nothing should be said about Henrietta, Ner'jal reminded her about prince Wales, only Ner'jal was more… intimidating. Cursing tent's owner put his helmet on his head.

"Now, - his voice was raspy because of helmet. – everybody understands, why I so rarely take off my helmet."

Slowly coming to their senses, women nodded vigorously. Rachel noticed cards on table:

"I thought Taros are a girlish thing, never thought that you will be interested in that, Ner'jal."

"You know my dear, - answered Ner'jal, - if Konrad Curze was still alive, you wouldn't talk about his hobby as "girlish thing", will you?"

That surprised Rachel: "Konrad and Taro cards? Are you kidding me Ner'jal?"

He turned to his table: "No my dear, Konrad used them as mentors to predict the future, his gift was too uncontrollable…"

"Wait a minute! – shouted Agness, - I don't understand, who that Konrad Curze is?"

Ner'jal turned to her: "Konrad Curze is one of Emperor's sons, brother to my primarch Sanguinius, he had the same gift, but as told it was chaotically and uncontrollable."

Rachel cursed: "And he is traitor and fucking heretic."

"That's questionable statement."

Rachel raised her head deeply surprised, coming from Ner'jal, devoted warrior of Imperium that was really unexpected.

"Questionable?" – another voice came from the entrance, everybody turned to fee Louise and Lady Malve. – "What kind of "questionable", can this statement be, Lord Ner'jal? He is heretic plain and simple."

He sighed, in anger she would kill many, so he must be very cautious: "Do you know why Konrad Curze nearly mortally wounded his brother Dorn?"

"Yes, Rogal Dorn accused him in lying."

At this words Henrietta gaped: brother tried to kill his own brother and by the looks of it not for the throne, but for such trivial thing as lie? She couldn't understand.

Meanwhile Ner'jal continued his tale: "Yes and no. Konrad as I told you has a gift of a prophet – he could see the future, but not as Sanguinius, Magnus and Emperor, he saw only one way instead of multiple and in one of such visions he saw the Horus heresy."

"You mean…?"

"Yes, Dorn would never believe that Horus would betray the Emperor, so he accused Konrad in lying and in fury Night Hunter nearly killed his brother."

"But how Dorn could know about Konrad visions?"

"That's where was Konrad's fault, he like Sanguinius trusted one of his brothers with his secret, and that brother used it against him."

"And that brother was?"

"His teacher – Fulgrim."

"Fulgrim, the primarch of Emperor's Children?"

"Yes, he betrayed Night Hunter's trust, and told Dorn about his brother's visions."

"Very interesting, but if you don't mind could you tell us about Sanguinius secret?"

"It isn't such a secret anymore, as you know, we are very easy to anger, until our primarch was alive he suppressed our anger, Horus somehow found out and used it against us."

"And you started that talk about Konrad because…?"

He sighed: "Because of Taro cards, no matter how he tried there always were the same cards, The Monster, Tower of Lightning, Emperor, Dark King and sometimes Hope."

"And you are…?"

"Do you know why Dorn was such afraid of Konrad's Taro deck?"

"Dorn, the one, who is tough as stone, was afraid of something? You are kidding me."

"Dorn wasn't afraid of Horus, he wasn't afraid of Master of Stone, nor Night Hunter, nor the Phoenician, nor any of his brothers and their warriors. He was afraid of sacrifice. Should I remind you the price of victory?"

"No." – It was clear now, last time – nearly dead Emperor, dead Sanguinius, countless dead astartes and ordinary warriors and galaxy in fire. The question is what will be the price of their victory?

"One more thing: how do you know all these things?"

Behind his helmet Ner'jal smiled: "I'm not called Artifactor just for my beautiful eyes, Eleanor. It's my work to know all this."

Ner'jal's predictions started to became real with unmatched speed, Tristain's army fall as prey to unknown disease which turned all ill into raging berserkers. When they destroyed each other in bloody civil war Albion's army started to surround them in occupied town. Staying in tower Ner'jal looked at seventy thousand mage – warriors, Albion's army. He hated to be right in such situations. Especially when he needed to "poison" his comrades, (sleeping potion for Sisters and Louise)if he survived (in that even he himself doesn't believe), he would be tortured and killed by horde of angry women. He sighed, how easy it was before, he touched a container in his pocket and smiled, his "last resort", if his astertes powers, sword, axe and bolter wouldn't be enough. Last gift of Lord Commander Dante and he had a feeling, that today he would use it.

Somewhere behind the army of Albion.

"My lady, mon – keigh army started the siege, he stayed as you predicted."

"Very well, proceed as planed."

Aele looked at their secret weapon, moved by her Banshees – "No matter, how strong you are, dear, this would be enough to stop you."

Outskirts of town. Ner'jal's position.

Thousands footsteps made ground tremble, But Ner'jal stood firm, as always in such situations, he was far away – in deserted world of his dreams, fighting a thousands upon thousands orcs on stone bridge, he didn't know why he protected the bridge, why alone and where are his brothers, he knew just one damn thing – "they shall not pass." He sighed returning to his body, seventy thousand warriors armed with sword and magic against unlimited awesomeness of Ner'jal Salphadies, he smirked: sides were evenly matched.

He prepared his axe, The Beheader, forged on anvils of Death Watch and Redeemer the broken sword of his Primarch, which he kept after defeating High Daemon of Nurgle.

"BLOOD OF SANGUINIUS!" – that was the first time this world heard the ancient battle cry of Blood Angels and with Redeemer and Beheader Ner'jal charged in battle. Their swords were useless against his power armor, their magic attacks were blocked by his Blood wings, but there were to many of them and first time in his life he wasn't sure in his victory.

Tristain's fleet.

With loud moans of pain Sisters of Battle, Louse and Lady Malve awakened on the flagman of the fleet.

"Last toast, fuck you Ner'jal when I found you I will… wait a minute where am I?" – Eleanore was first to notice that they aren't on Albion.

"Girls! – she saw princess Henrietta and Agness, princess was clearly happy to see them, but Agness was worried about something. – It's so good to see you, when cardinal Mazarini told me, that you stayed to delay enemy's forces. I was so worried."

"My lady, - started Rachel, - all of us decided to stay, but… we didn't remember anything after the gathering."

"We could tell you everything." – everybody turned to see Diomedus and Lemarus.

Everybody looked at them as they were Horus the Archfiend reborn, under such stares they immediately capitulated.

"If you let us know where that traitor is, we wouldn't hit you…" - Malve looked at Sisters faces and ended: "Hard". Diomedus immediately, he understood now why his brother said that his part wouls be easier, stretched his hand in the way of battlefield and said: "There."

From such distance they still could see the red light from Ner'jal's Red Wings and hear his ferocious battle cry.

"You mean, - started inquisitor – that he faced them alone?"

"Yes."

"#$% !$#!" – and everybody agreed with her.

Eldar's positions.

"My lady is it time?"

"No, let him kill more of those fools, our call will need a lot of energy, and he is very strong, our victory must me certain." – answered Aele. "That and he look so damn sexy, covered from head to toe in blood, truly a Blood Angel." – thought she.

She looked as he mutilated another battalion of his enemies and sighed: all good things must end with time. She turned to her subordinates and ordered: "Wake him up." Looking from far away, she saw as in all it's fire glory an Avatar of Khaela Mensha the Blood Armed, stood. His mighty roar shattered the sky, with long sword in his arms, leaving a molten ground where he stood an Avatar charged in battle.

Tristain's fleet.

Diomedus tried to answer all questions from a bunch of angry women, in his mind he already killed and mutilated body of his commander in countless different ways, when a cry from Lemarus, ended their conflict: "Brother, look, on the battlefield!"

Everybody charged to the board of the ship, for a while they tried to understand what scared Lemarus so much, then they saw it: a giant made of fire and metal, like resurrection of wrath, he slowly went forward, and his destination seemed to be the place where Ner'jal was.

"It was a trap, all that damn war was a big trap for him, Ner'jal was right." – said Lemarus.

"What do you mean?" – asked Rachel.

"He turned to girls and told: "We should have been more cautious, when Ner'jal understood, who our opponents were, they planned this war and predicted our movements, then used Albion's army and to make their victory certain – their most trusted champion an Avatar of their God – Khaela Mensha."

"You should believe in our brother, Lemarus, he still has that "thing" given to him bi Lord Commander."

Lemarus sighed : "Yes he has, than it's all about timing."

Battlefield.

At first Ner'jal didn't notice an Avatar, he was surrounded by enemies, he was fighting to survive and simply hasn't time to look up, so when a giant shadow covered him he dodged first strike only by miracle. Avatar started to move swinging his sword and clearing the space from Albion's soldiers. He stood in a clearing, which was covered in blood and mutilated bodies, he just stood and it seemed as he invited Ner'jal to come. Astartes smirked, that invitation he couldn't pass.

Avatar dwarfed him in size, was incredibly strong, and to fucking fast, all in all he didn't even know how to fight such a thing, first strike from Avatar made him fall on his knee, he barely blocked it with his sword and axe, then Avatar hit him with his knee, his chest plate, was powerful enough to withstand such a challenge but his bone shield wasn't he felt as it cracked from strike. The impact was so powerful that it pushed Ner'jal far away from Avatar; he slowly made himself rise to his legs, he stopped tremble in his legs, and felt blood in his mouth.

"Well, just look who we have here!"

Ner'jal slowly raised his head to see that annoying red headed witch, she smiled looking at him.

"Ner'jal be reasonable surrender yourself, maybe you are powerful opponent but after fighting so many enemies you are weakened, an easy prey to Avatar."

"Do you know what I hate so much in myself?"

She looked at him with question in her eyes: "From my point of view you're perfect."

Ner'jal sweat dropped: "Well, thanks for the compliment, but it is really easy: my weakness."

"Weakness?"

"The lack of power that is. I should have been born as hurricane, as tsunami, as raging storm, as unstoppable force of nature to crush His enemies without mercy, and with this – he bring a container from the bag on his leg. – I can grant my wish." He gripped and container crumbled in his hand showing an injector with red liquid.

"And that is your mighty weapon? Truly…" – she gaped as he pierced it his chest.

Ner'jal smiled when needle pierced his plate armor, his bone shield and heart. He smiled when blood of Primarch started to run through his veins. He smiled as unlimited power surged through his body. He smiled when he saw the fear of Eldar's woman.
Aela was a Farseer, sometimes it was an advantage sometimes a fatal weakness, today it was the later.

What she saw before herself wasn't Ner'jal it was a raging angel, his might was powerful enough to challenge Khaela Mensha, somewhere in her mind she understood that her gift just played a trick on her, but her instincts made her run, unconsciously her instinct lead her to most safest place: to Avatar.

Like a giant cannon – shot Ner'jal crushed into his opponent's torso, from powerful strike his grip on the sword weakened and Avatar lost his only weapon. With crazy smile Ner'jal used his sword and axe to rip his opponent to shreds, protesting cries of Avatar were silenced by Ner'jal's crazy laugh. With his final strike he pierced his Avatar's chest and felt as strange power surged in his through the weapons. Avatar's molten flesh started to light fainter, life started to leave the Avatar until there was only metal lifeless statue. Bright light started to envelop Ner'jal, he slowly levitated in the air, light created a bright sphere around him than in loud explosion and broght light everything vanished.

Tristain's fleet.

Diomedus fell to his knees right on his eyes Ner'jal the Undefeatable vanished, taking the lives of his enemies with him; from shock he done something that nobody thought astartes could: he cried. Like everybody on board though, even thought Ner'jal was astartes he wasn't arrogant, he always wanted help everyone he always listened to everybody's problem, he always gave advice, he was always ready to protect people, so today everybody mourned and cried the greatest champion left them.

Somewhere in Galia.

With painful moan Ner'jal regained his consciousness, all his body hurts, post effects from Sanguinius blood were very… unpleasant. He tried to rise but fell back to bed. Wait, bed?! Ner'jal understood that he was in wooden house, it had only one room, everything was clean and shiny, Ner'jal felt the woman's touch in it, looks like he was found and healed by the healer of some sorts, he turned to the window to see trees and leaves. "Maybe I was saved by this fey, that blonde brat… Gish I thought." – thought Ner'jal. With a sigh, knowing, that unpleasant talk awaits him he went to his mind. He felt irritation and anger, but he can felt, that Kurama was angry on him only partially. He went to a cave where Kurama's cage was, to his surprise before the cage was a ball of fire it was like a little sun.

"Do you like it? – He turned to see a pair of red, silted eyes. – That's your doing after all."

"How is it possible?"

Kurama sighed: "Don't you understand? You don't kill this Avatar, you devoured him, his might surged through your body, a power of a God, I remind you, it's pure miracle that you survived."

"And?"

"With my power, that blood you injected and Avatar's might your body started to change."

"Change?"

"Listen to yourself, when you awake, you will understand everything."

Deciding to listen to his friend he checked himself, first of all hearts.

One, two, three…

THREE?!

He understood know what Kurama meant by changes power that he devoured, was to much to ordinary Astartes, so Kurama's energy and his own body tried to adapt using the blood of Sanguinius. He slowly will turn into Primarch.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

He turned to see one of the most beautiful women that he ever saw in his life.

Tristain's capital.

Queen Henrietta stood on wooden stage, behind her was monument covered by large piece of cloth.

Before her stood the a large crowd, her royal guard, soldiers, citizens, warriors of Sisterhood, Inquisitor Malve, Valliere family, two Astartes and many others. Everybody was in black

"My friends, in this sorrowful day, in day of our retreat, all of us came to this monument to gave his final regard, this monument was made in memory of fallen warriors, and everybody thought it would be for the best if monument will be made in form of our greatest hero and stand covered in names of fallen soldiers."

Piece of cloth was ripped from monument and before them stood the large figure of Ner'jal Salphadies, his sword was attached to his belt and he hanged upon his great axe, and his eyes looked on the horizon, it seemed that he searched for enemies.

"Today, - continued Henrietta – everybody will tell their final "Farwell" to Great Defender."

Suddenly everybody heard clapping.

"You know little Queen, if you want to please His chosen – create His statue, if you want to please Blood Angel – made a statue of Sanguinius, if you want to please me made a memorial for those who fall for this country so they would not be forgotten."

He stood behind the crowd smiling as always, alive and unharmed, Ner'jal Salphadies The Great Defender returned for his triumph.

654 year. 41 millennium. Baal system. Fortress – monastery of Blood Angel chapter.

Ner'jal stood in his private chapel, (he owned one since he had became the sanguinary priest) he remembered his other adventures on that crazy but so interesting world, he remembered his meeting with Tiffania, smirked remembering the Spring Ball when he danced with Rachel under disguise of Sanguinius and she danced as Saint Celestia, before that he never thought that she is so good in dancing (magic truly Rulez), the war against Galia, how with Tiffania's aid they negotiate and made alliance with elves, how they fought against the Great Black Dragon (at this thought he turned his head to his cloak made from said dragon's scales and smiled: a worthy and profitable fight) their return to Imperium, the decision of Ecclesiarchy and Inquisition to left everything as it is, but under monitoring. He sighed, no mater, how hard he tried he couldn't forget the girls faces, when he and others left, from that time he started to think that maybe his brothers apartness came from something like this? His hearts still responded with pain when he started to remember this memories.

"Brother Ner'jal – he turned to see another priest – you are summoned by lord Dante. He awaits you in Hall of Heroes."

Hall of Heroes, a place for remembrances of great victories, gobelin tapestries, paintings, wallpaintings and different trophies.

He himself preferred paintings, they were his unrealized dream, and he always wanted to have a large collection of paintings. In center of hall stood Dante, golden giant looked at Sanguinius portrait, his might and power were limitless and unquestionable, every day in his prayers to the Emperor Ner'jal asked him to let Dante lead their chapter in furture, in all that endless war and chaos his Lord commander seemed as something he can be certain in; Ner'jal turned his eyes to the portrait, he wanted something like this in his future collection, in right and left stood Lemarus and Diomedus. Slowly a golden giant turned to him, he saw that Lord Commander is without his golden mask, that was a bit unusual, and Ner'jal immediately prepared himself, it must be something serious if Lord commander gathered so powerful and good team as he, Lemarus and Diomedus.

"Brothers, - started Dante. – we found that on one of the border worlds of Imperium, there are a strange xenos activity local chapters and imperial guard are already there, normally we shouldn't tag in such debauchery, but from reliable source we have found that, second piece of Redeemer may be there. Questions?"

"When we will go?"

"Immediately."

"And how it's called?"

"Jakart. A world conquered by orcs, it located in Segmentum Pacificus."

"Than what is so strange in their activity?"

"ORGANIEZED activity, brothers."

Those were indeed grim news.

Orbit of Jakart. Orc world near the border of Imperium.

Jakart, a feral world covered by jungles, his life forms are very deathly, but this didn't stop orcs from conquering it, they don't bother with such thing as logic, they just kill, fought and conquer. Without proper leader, orcs soon started to fight against each other. So when Blood Angels heard about organized orcs, they immediately understood what it mean. WAAAAGH. An uncountable mass of green destruction, lead by most brutal, savage and the biggest of them all and they just need to gather information right under noses of millions of enemies, at such moments he was really jealous of Raven Guard. He and his brothers decided that they will summon the "Thunder Hawk" from safe location, to land they will use a drop pod as always. Research with fight as some people say.

So when he looked at green beast tortured by his brothers, he thought about oddities in his mission: a piece of Redeemer in Orc World, that he could believe – orcs always try to gather all shiny, sharp and other stuff, yes that he could believe, but to believe that WAAAAGH, which preparations started right when they received information about the sword was just a coincidence? He could bet that some person with red head and pointy ears stand behind this.

All that they found from an orc were the name of their Warboss – Bigstompa, and location of his tribe Skull Duggers.

"Agh, dat hurtz you humand."

"That's was the point in it, now would you tell us what we want to know."

"Due will die like all in the armor dat you wore."

"Others?"

"Des, dothers, da big guys, dot like you, dut in dother colo…"

With those words, orc stretched his arm in the location of "big guys" and died.

Lemarus, Diomedus and Ner'jal gathered to decide what to do.

"Brothers, what should we do? Our operation is far more important, and we could not risk it."

"We don't know where they are Ner'jal we shouldn't risk. Three astartes will not help them."

Ner'jal didn't tell anything, he just turned in direction given to them by orc and said:

"I'm going."

His brothers stopped arguing immediately, they knew: when Ner'jal was like that arguments are pointless, he will go straight to his destination even if he had to fight through the entire planet full of orcs. They knew, that today they will create another legend. They went through jungle massive different animals run from them – looks like life with orcs taught them, that hiding is the best way to survive, even from mindless beasts, he remembered as brother Calvus from Dark Angels chapter told them how Knight's Orders fought against the Beasts in ancient Caliban, yes, if those beasts didn't tremble before the Primarch himself, then those orcs wouldn't be a problem for them, he sighed dreams would be dreams after all, and he truly didn't know what is worse them or orcs.

Slowly they went through the jungle, then they heard strange sounds, they came closer and understood that it was bolter fire, they came a bit more closer and saw how squad of Devastators astartes in silver and blue was surrounded by orcs, due to their higher position, they still were not overran by orcs, but it was only matter of time judging amounts of their ammo and amount of orcs.

"Who are they?" – asked Diomedus.

"Judging by their heraldry, it's Astral Claws." – answered Ner'jal.

"Astral Claws?"

"Yes, but could not even imagine what are they doing here."

"Why?"

"They are the Guardians of Maelstrom. If we are far away from Baal because of the mission, then why are they here?"

"You surely know much about them brother Ner'jal."

"Two words brother: Death Watch. But let's stop arguing, we would not know anything if they will die."

"How will you save them brother?"

"Like this." – with these words he used some of his psyker's moves to twist and trick orcs mind, or at least what was still not twisted. He took his axe and sword in his arms and said: "Let's do it, brothers, BLOOD OF SANGUINIUS!" – ancient battle cry of Blood Angels made orcs confused: they didn't expect somebody to attack from behind, their opponents on other hand tripled their force, inspired by Ner'jal's example. With his nearly Primarch level of power Ner'jal was unstoppable machine of war, covered in blood and gore he strike fear in hearts of so – called "fearless" and savage greenskins, in last he was sure, in former not so much, he stopped to see if somebody of his brothers need his help, suddenly in far away he spotted as large greenskin (Leader by the looks of it) knocked out one of Astral Claws, if his eyes didn't deceive him with sergeants badge. So with angry roar he charged to the beast, leader smirked and prepared his large axe, orc thought that tiny human will try to slam him, but instead Ner'jal jumped and strike, with both his weapons, from the sky. With surprise in his eyes Leader fell to his knees and told: "Dats not fair." Those were his last words. He gave his hand to young Astral Claws and helped him stand. Both looked as their colleagues destroy remaining orcs, most of them flee after the death of their leader.

"Thank you." – said young astartes. If his wounds were painful he didn't show it, a true defender of Imperium.

"Do not worry brother – sergeant, we always will help our allies, I do not doubt that you will do the same, if you were on my place."

Sergeant smirked: "Yes, we will, but could I ask you brother…"

"Ner'jal."

"Yes, brother Ner'jal, what are you doing so far away from Baal?"

"We are on a mission, but I could ask you the same question, why are you and your brothers so far away from Badab, Guardian of Maelstrom?"

He grumbled: "We are here because of the warp storm, we were an escort to our "benefactor"

"Benefactor?"

"Yes he should have inspected our positions and went back to Terra."

Ner'jal whistled, and said said: "So how high in governor body is that "benefactor"?"

Sergeant sighed: "It was one of High Lords of Terra, one of those who chosen us as Guardians of Maelstrom."

"Well, you are not in good position, but if you don't mind I and my warriors will try to help." – with these words he stretched his hand. With a smile young Astartes shake his hand.

"Thank you sire, but could you tell me: what is your rang among your brothers? It's just you look so young but you fought like battle hardened veteran."

Ner'jal laughed: "Well, it isn't first time when somebody thought that I'm young. I'm former captain young sergeant."

"Former? How could that be?"

"When I served in Death watch I was thought killed in action, it took me awhile to return to my chapter, so my place as captain was taken by one of my trusted sergeants, I became an Honorable Guard, and later – a sanguinary priest. So if you want you may call me chaplain."

"Honorable guard? If it don't offend you sire, but how old are you?"

"Well… in that year will be three hundreds fifty – five."

Sergeant gaped.

"By the way, young one I had forgotten to ask for you name."

"The fault is mine sire, I'm brother – sergeant Lufgt Huron of Devastator squads from Astral Claws Chapter.

Omak. Grandfather.

Tenth of October, in Konoha it was time for festival in honor of Yondaime's victory over the mighty King of Bijuu. For Yondaime it was time to once again meet ghosts of the past, and face her nightmares.

And for certain Hyuga Family it was time to let their little daughters to have fun on the festival, and to oversee so nothing happened, one time with nearly succeeded kidnapping was enough for Hisana the mother of two girls, she look at little Hanabi in her arms, an smile grew on her face, she turned to see their "fraternal" mother, or her "husband" as she preferred. Her face was calm and beautiful, she smiled once again remembering how on similar situation, (she was on the festival) she received a fortune telling and she was told that she will marry kunoichi, at that time she didn't believe, but later when she married Hiasha, she tried to found the teller, an old blind man with deck of cards, which he used to tell the future, but nobody remembered him.

She turned her gaze to her elder daughter, and paled she stood near the little stand like she had many years ago, before her was little building with sign "Fortune telling"

"Hinata!" – screamed Hisana, but she already vanished in depth of the shop, not bothering about her "husband" protests, still gripping Hanabi in her arms, Hisana charged into the shop after the daughter.

Inside it was as Hisana remembered: completely dark the only light in room was upon the table where sit her daughter. Hiasha entered right after her, and went to her daughter.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, Hiasha – sama."

The owner of the shop came to the ring of light, an old man with white eyes, as Hisana remembered him.

"Why is it?" – asked Hiasha.

Old man laughed: "Because she asked for prediction, of course. And since she asked, she couldn't leave without it."

Hiasha grumbled, but her wife's hand on her shoulder made her stop.

"Long time no see, prophet."

His blind eyes turned in her direction.

"Young Hisana, like your daughter you too came here once, so you must understand you can hide from me, but not from Fate."

"Mother, - everybody turned to Hinata – let me."

Hisana sighed: "As you wish, daughter."

Prophet prepared for his work: "Now little Hinata, - he put a small chest on the table, chest had a strange symbol on it: a skull with wings. – there is a certain deck of cards here it's made especially for you. Now let us see…"

He put cards on table and turned first card to see it's picture.

On first there was tower and lightning.

"Tower of Lightning. A danger awaits for you ahead. Maybe next card will tell us what kind of danger?"

A figure in cloak, who tried to cover something behind his back and stretched his arm as he required help.

"Betrayer. Somebody close to you or somebody who you trust will betray you."

On other were chains.

"Capture or slavery, or maybe both, the result of betrayal."

On next were naked woman and man.

"Lovers, in that capture period or after it you will met a certain someone… Let's see, who he is."

Next card made Hisana and Hiasha tremble, on it was a humanoid figure, muscled monster warrior, he had no hair had a large jaw with sharp fangs, claws on his hand, from had to toe he was covered in blood, he had a feathered wings but they were in blood too so they seemed red as everything in picture.

Hinata started to cry.

"Why are you crying girl?"

"He is… in so much… sniff… pain…" – her parents gaped from this statement, but Prophet looked very pleased: "Good eyes you have there girl, this card is Blood Angel a noble warrior cursed with a burden of unlimited rage. He is your chasen."

She raised her head and asked: "Will I met him?"

Prophet smiled yes you will, and take this with you." - he gave her card. – "You will need it."

After Hyuga family left he smiled, today other girls in that world will receive those cards, little priestess and two certain soon – to – be kunoichis.

Golden empirea.

"Ack!"

"What's with you brother?"

"Nothing Dorn, - Sanguinius the Angel of Baal, streched his back. – it's just like I felt myself so old for a moment."

"Old? How old?"

"Like a… grandfather."