Year: Unknown
Planet: Unknown
Star System: Unknown

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Blood is everywhere around me. Slain forms of my comrades everywhere on this wasteland of battlefield, weapons can be heard firing onslaught at the enemy.
*Daddy come home* My Flak Vest torn, wounds leaking crimson liquid and shaking hands hold trusty Lasgun. *We love you Daddy*
Large monsters clad in human bodies with horns and weapons that no sane man would even think to create are slowly advancing towards my position.
It rains surprisingly... Sky is darkened by ashes, smoke and souls of the tormented.
*Daddy please return, we miss you so much* I hate this universe. I hate myself for loving the books, the figures and animations.
I hate Eldar, I hate them so much for murderfucking Whore into existence...

My blood is boiling with rage at my destructive thoughts that would have me shot on spot, not like I would care...Staring my doom straight in the eyes is somewhat calming... Abomination orders me to surrender, I can hear the mocking tone in it's voice clearly.
My rage grows in intensity, those beasts dare to take my family away, my sons, my wife... THEY DARED TO TAKE EVERYTHING!
Lasgun fell out of my hands that started to shake even more, not from fear, but from pure hatred. Hatred so powerful that even Traitor Angron would be surprised.

I suddenly felt clearer, pain and exhaustion both mental and physical vanished. I have purpose. Everything slowed down to crawling pace.
Projectiles, lasers and rockets could be seen flying everywhere around me. *Do not give up, Dad* My vision went GOLD.
Adjusting to the vision, I already know what to do, I know my purpose, meaning of my life... Looking to my left I see fallen body of Lamenter.
Voice in my head told me his name is Auricius. Not even thousandth millisecond passed for me. In an instant I am near the body and somehow lifting Astartes' weapon - Power Sword.

Power Sword starts spewing cleansing fire the moment it is activated while my new wings prepares themself into combat stance.
Abominations wearing Astartes bodies are running towards me with murder in their eyes and battle cry on their tongue, what they want is already known by me...
I raise my new Power Sword blessed by cleansing fires of The Emperor and rush towards them with pure hatred oozing from every cell of my body.
Everything turned to blur.

One second I am hugging my sons when they lost grandmother, next second I am decapitating Abomination. More flashes... My wife being pregnant.
Me becoming cop after retiring from Delta Force and settling down. My brother in arms who killed himself due to atrocities we committed when we still were Deltas.
Pain I felt after I receieved information about his demise... Losing everything.. *YOU MONSTER, YOU LIED TO US, DAD!*
Tears are falling down my cheeks. When I snap out of it, I found myself being surrounded by corpses of abominations. Something.. is wrong, very wrong, it feels like my mind and soul is being pushed away...

I dropped on my knees from the sheer pain I just started to feel... I can't think straight... My mind, my soul is being... ripped from my own being and replaced.. It hurts so much..
Looking around myself I see my two sons and wife, they stare at my agony with smiles on their faces, their voices mock me. *You will go to Hell, Dad. You deserve it.*
My.. being is being replaced by different presence.. not mine... HURTS SO MUCH.. STOP THIS... I can... feel the new presence look at me with pity... Next thing I know is that I am out of my own body slowly fading away.
Last thing I felt and saw was GOLD and I knew no more.

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In the Grim Darkness of the far future your soul will know only War.

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