Here's our chapter of the week, returning to our loyalist. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARHAMMER 40K
"PRAY TO YOUR GODS NOW FOR WHEN YOUR MAGAZINES RUN EMPTY YOUR LIVES WILL BE MINE TRAITOROUS FILTH!" Roared the World Eater as he revved the teeth of his chain axe.
His visage was a sight to behold. His ornate Mark III armor was riddled with bolt holes. His helmet's eye lenses shattered revealing bloodshot eyes. An assortment of blades jutting out his massive body. The pure white of his armor tarnished with dried blood.
He pressed his foot down crushing the unarmored skull of a fallen traitorous Astartes of the Emperor's Children. The skull crunches under his boot flesh and brain matter splashing about the area. He was enraged..No he was farther than that. Pushed to levels beyond even that of what the Butcher's Nails did to him.
This was a new rage. Something deep and primal spurred on by this recent betrayal by those he called brother and the one he foolishly referred to as his father.
Twice had the likes of these traitors tried to see him and his remaining "brothers" slain. The first was during the bombing when they first landed on this damnable planet. The second was during the assault against Angron and his flock that saw the death of Captain Ehrlen.
Yet each time he survived. He retaliated. He killed. He ripped and tore. Now under the command of one of the remaining Emperor's Children captains..His mission was still the same. Kill until he himself was killed. They all knew this was a losing battle..but regardless they would not let these traitors get away with this. They would bleed for their transgressions and he would make sure of it.
He and the small squad consisted of both his fellow remaining World Eaters and Luna Wolves been called upon to break the enemy.
He respected these warriors. They did not stray away from combat like the Emperor's Children nor did they sit back and plan like the Death Guard. No they charged in alongside the World Eaters directly into the fray.
The Luna Wolf sergeant known as Aiolos fought with almost as much ferocity as he. He caught out the corner of his eye and the warrior gut a traitor Death Guard with his blade, the sword piercing both plate and flesh then moving in a horizontal motion, spilling his innards. The warrior fell to his knees, prompting Aiolos to take the blade and stab it down into his exposed neck, separating his head from his body.
Regardless he would not allow this Wolf to best one from a legion known for their brutality and killing. He was World Eater no longer. Once more he had returned to being a War Hound. The name of the Legion when he first joined.
He released a roar, signaling his challenge to those who dare betray him. Alongside him he heard the remnants of his squad do the same as they continued to charge forward.
Their charge was met with a barrage of Bolter fire. He felt rounds impact his armor but he was too fueled off adrenaline and the pain of the butcher's nails to care. Ceramite shattered. More wounds formed. Old wounds opened but he did not care. The warrior beside him went down in a hail of bolt fire, his armored form tore open by the power of the rounds, the innards of the power Armour a bloody mess.
Another had his head blown apart, the body slumping to the ground with a thud. This only drew more anger from him. More brothers slain by these traitors. He moved now with renewed fury. He leaped into the enemy encampment. His leap placing his boots in the chest of a marine of the Emperor's Children downing him. His left hand drew his bolt pistol, and emptied the magazine into the warriors helm. Another charged him with a chainsword swinging down upon him. He met the weapon with his own Chainaxe, the teeth of the weapon grinding each other, generating a series of sparks.
With great strength he pressed on and knocked the warrior's weapon away. He brought his ace back up, the weapon catching the traitor in the chest. He revved the teeth once more as they first bit into ceramite..then flesh and the black carapace below goring the warriors chest cavity completely. He could see through the eye lenses his helm fill with blood as he tore the weapon out crudely running towards his next target.
He ran forward shoulder bashing a Death Guard that was currently locked in combat with another War Hound. Caught unaware the warrior was launched into a wall. Before he could even retaliate the two were on him, hacking in a fury, limbs and blood flying everywhere.
A bloodied gurgle caught his attention. Looking to his right he caught the source. One of the Luna Wolves with him lay in a heap, their throat torn out. He gritted his teeth together when he saw the culprit.
Decimus. Captain of the 3rd company. The Kin Slayer as he had been called since murdering his own brother. He looked more beastly than when he last saw him, covered completely in blood and gore. His facial inhuman expression..almost monstrous as if he had been possessed by some otherworldly beast. He was flanked by others of the legion.
Decimus growled as if issuing a challenge and charged alongside his party. He roared in defiance and met his charge alongside his companions as the two met in bloody combat. Blades locked in deadly embrace. Fist met armor. Teeth met flesh. It was truly what one would expect out of a fight between those of the legion.
Decimus has come unarmed so he met him the same, launching his axe in the helm of a traitor world eater, slaying him. The weapon dug into his skull and he slumped body twitching.
He met Decimus in combat, his fist slamming into the warriors felt the impact of bone break due to the force but Decimus was not affected, instead launching his fist into his abdomen causing him to stagger.
He then followed it up by slamming both fists into his power pack, knocking him to the ground. However before he could follow this action up the War Hound gripped his foot and pulled it causing him to lose balance.
He then mounted him and began to rain down a flurry of fist. Blood gathering upon his battered gauntlets. Decimus' face blooded and broken knocked him off, launching him into a wall. He grunted feeling the impact. He stood in time to see Decimus charge him, having commandeered a chainsword.
"HONORLESS FILTH!" he roared as he ran forward as Decimus swung the weapon down aiming to gore his head. He shifted his body to the right allowing the weapon to hit his breastplate. He felt the teeth break through armor and cut into the flesh beneath. He tasted fresh blood in his mouth but he would not stop..Not until this monster died within him.
He gripped the forearm that held the weapon and placed his remaining hand on his shoulder and reared back his helm and brought it forward with all his might.
The spiked brow of his helm dug into Decimus' skull, piercing his brain as the two fell upon each other. He drew his head back, pulling with him bits of flesh and began to headbutt the downed warrior again and again and again. He did not stop until the warrior's head was nothing but mash and the spikes of his helm broken.
On his knees his three away his broken helm and looked up. His anatomy had slowed down much of the bleeding but he knew his time was near. He spat out a fat glob of bloody spittle and let his arms hang as he looked towards the sky.
Coming down he saw a barrage of fire beginning to speed down towards them and he simply smiled..Now was his time. Though he soon will die he will die loyal to his cause and with the blood of the unloyal on his hands. His vision began to fade, the sounds of battle slowly drowning out as this mighty Astartes of the War Hounds life flickered out.
Hope you guys liked it. I decided to bring in Decimus from the very first chapter to give his story an end..for now. Who knows what's in store for the future~