The Inquisitor

Chapter Eight

"That's the window leading to my quarters inside the temple. Once we get in there's a hallway leading to an upstairs overview of the cathedral and I can get back to see if anyone I know is alive. Plus this is where I sneaked out originally to go explore the city." I explained quietly to the soldier who was covering the area to our immediate right, Irene seemingly took in my explanation with a gruff grunt. She carried the entire bag of explosives without complaint and not once did I ever hear the need to stop for rest. I could certainly say without a doubt, I watched this woman barely flinch, I pegged her to have steel for willpower if I could ever believe it.

We were crouching behind the bloodied foliage in a garden directly parallel to the ground floor of the temple's looming presence. I noticed that a sense of dread of slipped over this environment much to ever my growing paranoia in something watching me. I heard no whispers, no sense of life had survived on the outside and only a faint rumble of voices could be heard from within. Overall I didn't like where this was going but my window was literally my assigned room to get in quietly without being seen physically. While the goal was to get inside the temple itself, I had the choice that I'd rather do it quietly and mainly to see if anyone was really alive inside the main hall alone.

Hope literally became a double edged sword both in my mind and heart now, "Explains why no one who you'd be with noticed you. Stay in a room like a good kid and you end up giving anyone the right idea. You took off once this uprising took place." Irene grumbled somewhat approvingly at my luck and eagerness to look around. I gave a sheepish smile in return while crouching next to some bushes to see several corpses torn apart over a small pond of water, "I wanted to look around. Plus the entire time I was here, I wanted to get away because the cathedral and that caretaker woman gave me a weird sense of uneasiness. So really it just reinforced me to get away." The gruff looking woman glanced down at my form a bit curious, "Weird sense? Like you got a bad vibe off someone?"

I managed to move quickly in line with the soldier as we came up to the wall in where my room's window was located at. The panels were smashed and I could see a lot of overturned objects inside the said place as if someone were desperately, or furiously searching for me. Pieces of glass and red droplets were all over the balcony leading down into the ground, I shuddered at what had happened when I was away. However I still had been asked to elaborate on what I got weird senses, I doubted saying in me being a psyker would be a good thing. And to be fair with the Emperor I'd swear Tartarus would have another reason to probably kill me.

Smirking briefly I started to explain, "A gut feeling I usually get when someone isn't who they seem. I lived in places that forced me to listen to my instincts, I'm not wrong but it's just..." Naturally I struggled to explain a feeling that many couldn't even imagine to put words into. Irene didn't mind my frustrations as she cracked a grim smirk, " Trust me I think I know what you mean. Instincts are what make any soldier survive on the battlefields Marcos. As a Drop-Trooper I had to operate a grav-chute and trust my own gut to gauge the landing on my drop-zones."

I honestly had no idea in what this woman really explained to me at all. I managed to ignore anything close to seemingly trying to be confused yet apart of me just knew this soldier picked up on it. Irene merely gave me a lop sided grin, "You never heard of the grav-chutes have you? Ah well, I'm not surprised since the Drop-Troopers are spread across the whole of the Imperium right now and to be fair few people can tell since most never look up at all." We managed to keep our voices low for the moment in where we came up to the window before I heaved myself up over the railing. Careful of the glass pieces to not crunch under my weight, I kept my weapon level to move into my brief quarters to see it all torn apart. So I waited near the edge of the door to peek down the hallway.

Really I kept a lookout while Irene got herself over the railing as well. Not a single sign of life came to greet us when the two of us crouched near the doorway itself. Only seeing the walls scorched with fire, or bloodied hand prints tended to get me uneasy as to what in the Emperor's name had happened here. It seemed like something had gone down yet I had nothing in what exactly occurred. I just prayed to the Emperor for a sign of hope, "If anyone of my friends are alive. I beg you Emperor to allow them to have had a small mercy and survive, I ask this of you for their own sakes." But I had wasted enough time as it was already.

Slowly I crept past the doorway to step into the hallway covering the approaching towards the route to the main cathedral and Irene shifted behind me to cover the opposite way. Distant chants seemingly echoed from wherever it originated, I could feel the shivers going up my back now. Charred flesh could be detected in the air and I couldn't help but notice the blood trails leading towards the main cathedral interior. In fact I lifted my boots to see that the once comfortable carpets were drenched in liquids, I assumed it all to be blood or anything on the interior of a human body. Not to mention I could see small pieces of reddish flesh occasionally littering the floor. Now I could only imagine how many were killed when it began.

Inwardly I knew for sure that I needed to go to the main cathedral to truly see if any of the Sororitas were indeed alive. Although the one good thing would be that I wouldn't be alone inside this place of madness, "Irene. If you continue to go down this hallway, you'll come to a stair case leading to the upper levels. If you'd want, I'd say use that as a vantage point and just rain down any support whenever you wanted too." I explained quietly as the former soldier looked to see a bend with lesser amounts of bloodied prints along the walls. She seemed to be contemplating in why I'd be offering her a more suitable position for an attack of surprise. I think she got the idea and I didn't need to be a psyker to understand why.

Irene scoffed in disbelief, "Emperor's blood! Marcos you're not walking down into the main bulk of these heretics? What do you expect to happen?" She questioned rather intently as I looked away from the hallway for a moment. Adjusting my hood I kept my face concealed when I replied back with a pained smile, "Expect? No, I'd say guarantee to happen. When they all keep their attention on me, you just use those melta charges and just clear the room with a big bang." My suggestion to her made the former soldier crouch down to my level to stare at me seriously. Did she not think I'd risk my life to save those who I cared about?

Maybe that wasn't the case in what Irene said next, "Marcos, listen to me very carefully. Melta charges in a clustered group would do a lot more damage then what I'd ever recommend. There's no given chance for you to survive if they all go off and you're right next to them." So that was the reason why she gave me these warnings, I'd probably die really quick if what she said was true. However to be fair, I'd expect that risk without hesitation and my purpose to close the Warp-Gate would be all the more easier if it gets taken out. At least I wouldn't die a failure in that sense.

I gave a weak grin, "Good to know that the Emperor's giving my prayers a sense of hope. If we're lucky we can kill them all pretty quickly but I'd rather be assured in what I can get and call it a miracle." The soldier looked at me as if I were insane which wouldn't be far too off. I even questioned the fact I'd be sane after this day in doing a lot of crazy decisions, I'd dare say it'd be worse when Tartarus found out. So I managed to keep my smile in place while shuffling my cloak closer to my body, I wanted to keep the warmth that would flee soon enough. In the end the former Drop-Trooper just shook her head unable to understand my inability to feel remotely normal.

Irene pinched the brow of her nose to maintain some discipline on her part, "Throne! You're mad in the head Marcos, but at the same you have a point. If you can get to cover and manage to stay out of the blast radius then you'd might have a chance to see the next minute. A slim chance, but it's possible." She amended more to herself as I gave a brief laugh of uneasiness in really if I'd be dead. It was a strange feeling to know I was walking to potentially my grace and I found it oddly endearing inside this nightmarish world. Well truth told there wasn't much left to keep me lingering here as inevitably I braced my mind for the worst.

Grimly resolved I gave a weak grin, "Alright let's do this! I can't leave my friends who're down there to die, so when you see an opportunity just drop the living feck out of those charges and I'll probably try to not die in the process as well." The soldier looked at me while trying to remain somewhat composed to see my resignation to walk right into my death. She wanted to say something, or perhaps anything to really understand why in how civil I seemed in this nightmare alone. But in reality she gave me a grim smile, "May the Emperor protect you." I returned the prayer with my own, "And may he guide you in your task."

With that said we parted ways when I covered my face with the hood that I wore. Inwardly my heart kept racing because I knew I'd be walking right into possibly my death, plus I found it ironically settling despite a real notion to make me sick. Perhaps the God-Emperor had a way to make me believe that despite an insanity of this prospect, I'd be doing it to save my friends and quite frankly it was bloody laughable. Here I was in the heart of an infested capital on a planet in where monstrous entities were wrecking havoc and all I could do was walk into the jaws of the beasts themselves. My lips parted into a smile when I started to make my way down the hallway towards the main level. Idly I gripped my weapon tightly to my shoulder when my anxiety grew with ever step I took.

"I don't like this place, not anymore." Slowly my eyes took in the various degrees of blood spatter on the walls, they were imprinted with shapes akin to bodies being tossed around like rag dolls. I witnessed hand prints along the walls and being dragged across with an assortment of holes from ballistic weaponry. It painted the corridor that I walked down like an eerie remnant of a massacre, I had to bite down on my cheek to ignore pieces of reddish flesh littering the entire soaked carpet floor. Hearing the sloshing sound when one of my boots pressured the liquid to split away into droplets made my face turn pale, I could imagine the amount of bodies being split apart to cause such a saturation. I checked down the hallway to hear whispering and fervent warps of laughter.

Paranoia nipped at the back of my mind once again. So I looked behind me to see the nightmarish hallway, "Come on Marcos. What are you thinking? What's gotten you jumpy? You know nothings there, so far, so just keep on going. Just keep on moving forward to confront these bastards." This inner mantra managed to ward off the bad feelings running up my spine, I had to shake my head in the mean time to relax. Edging the weapon within my grip to keep it level with my chest, I took on last deep breath before moving quickly towards the massive entrance leading to the center of this world's madness. I'd be staring right into the heart of all of this cursed damnation.

So I had nothing expect my mind along with the God-Emperor's faith inside my heart. Faith that seemed to fuel my anger apart from the fact I did feel frightened in what I'd be doing. Did it seem insane to me? Yes it would have been save the notion I'd be risking my life to save others, so I had nothing but my own will to empower myself forward. Apart of me personally wanted to laugh at how ludicrous this had become to test myself to not waver in the looming dangers, I wanted to laugh at how maddening this seemed to be yet it didn't truly feel like insanity. Or maybe I simply didn't care anymore.

Inwardly I kept telling myself if I had consider this a bad dream, I'd at least face it head on to ignore whatever desperation my brain came up to keep me in place. I felt fear, I felt it so wholeheartedly yet what did it truly mean for me to consider it? It was just another stone to step over, another corner to turn and throughout it all my brain came to the conclusion that was it like another job. One more hurdle to overcome to reach my friends, the people I'd come to care for and I had disobeyed my Inquisitorial mentor all too willingly to do what I considered to be right. It seemed doing the right thing wasn't easy by any means.

Closing my eyes, I remember what Sister Theresa had said to me on my way down to this planet. It involved the patron of the Saints that founded their Orders, it kept me well aware that fear was natural. I took a deep breath to exhale all of my anxiety away, "Fear can lead many astray yet when those that understand that fear. They understand in how to channel its potency into the Faith for our God-Emperor who will guide you right." Those comforting words were what echoed inside my ears when I blankly stared ahead sweeping my line of view for any signs of the heretical presence infesting this planet. My eyes were incomprehensible when the words trickled to form a collective shield of warmth when I continued on my way into this nightmare of a reality. A barely cool barrel of a shotgun swept over corpses which were torn asunder by what appeared to be cannibalistic hands.

"Use that Faith as your greatest strength." My shoulders burned when the blood started to flow quickly through my veins to make myself angered. I felt that hot boiling rage at the foul powers at work to make a mockery of what a normal life could have been, I felt it so clearly it made my ability to breathe so much more challenging. My knuckles were clenching the weapon tightly at this point when I continued onwards. Again words spurned the hatred inside my heart to surge into a righteous hope to destroy these heretics, "So allow that zeal to flourish inside your heart."

I could feel the comfort in knowing Sister Theresa's voice was guiding my resolve to keep my will steadfast to approach this nightmare's origins. As much as it hurt to take one step forward to know that body wanted to run away. Even though I refused my very natural instincts to run, I forced my own body to push the very same that were afraid. These said limbs were what carried me further into the temple. Both of my own eyes remained focused to see the last corridor turn inwards towards the main cathedral. Gathering all wits and will alike I allowed my eyes to close one last time as I set foot into the heart of the temple.

Blinking absently I turned around the corner to see a glowing source of light that seemed unnaturally inhumane in origin. Slowly senses came back into perspective for my body to react to what I witnessed in front of myself. Portions of strength, or bravery seemingly died down within moments when I raised my head to face the source of this madness on this planet. Instinctively I felt the fear grip the very organ I swore hurt to keep me among the living, I felt it so intently it made me cringe. However the last words of the person who taught me to understand fear and what it'd do to those faithful to the Emperor's light shining from Holy Terra itself. These words slowly echoed into my ears as those emotions surged within my mind,"For in the end no fear shall rule your mind."

My hood kept my face hidden when a sensually deceptive voice that I had been all too familiar with came into my ears once again. The tingle running down my back influenced how unnatural this voice became to my senses as I didn't want to adhere to it's tone. However the sheer amount of will to not do anything but raise my eyes to face the heart of these heretics was what kept me in control. Even so I didn't deny in how inviting this woman's voice seemingly echoed through my ears alone. Promises were layered within the words alone. It tempted me to say yes,"So you've finally come to where I've invited you, my dear little one. Five who you cherished are now only three, two have become my fuel for thirst. Thirst in your desires to attain perfection, you've come before me, my dear little Marcos."

Despite how pleasantly that voice whispered gleefully, I absolutely refused to consider everything it offered. As such I lifted my head to face what exactly had been haunting me ever since coming onto this planet. By doing it seemed my tongue wanted to lash out words of vicious retribution at what my eyes were witnessing, I nearly started to shoot anything that moved. Air seemingly became like a liquid fire that seeped far beyond what it intentionally was meant to do, to keep myself amongst the living and it failed. I wanted to burn everything that I saw, I'd beg the God-Emperor for a chance at that for sure. As an Acolyte of the Inquisition I'd be true to say this was my life from now on.

The entire cathedral literally became a warped blood bath of sorts, I could see several dozens if not close to hundreds of torn bodies littering the entirety of the once pristine floors. The smell nearly made me gag but I forced myself to clench my teeth. Death oozed out of every crack and wedge within this Emperor forsaken temple, I'd wish to shed a tear yet it wouldn't do me any good. There were spent casings of varying weaponry, all around me it became more and more evident, since I had to idly avoid slipping into a small pile of them when I moved forward. Apart from the bodies did I have to stop myself from reacting visibly at the sight ahead of my path.

I found them yet my mind screamed, "No." While a blessing to which I thanked both Saint Alicia and to the God Emperor's will I found the remaining Sororitas! Throne alone by his very blood I wanted to cry! Naturally I couldn't help so I dearly prayed for a miracle! "Please don't let them suffer anymore, I beg of you my Emperor. Please!" My prayers were merely one portion of a will, another part within me could say I wished I could purge the next seconds from memory.

Threes faces were hidden from view while their white hair stained in crimson stuck out. Also they were bound by crudely sharpened chains with their wrists clasped in twisted cuffs overhead. Pieces of armor that were once of the holy and virtuous had been scattered savagely to reveal their underclothing which was a darkened suit of sorts. Droplets of crimson were flowing from the cuts as chains were serrated and had a gruesome mockery of nails digging into the captive Sororitas. Swallowing bile I noticed their own limbs being impaled as they also hung loosely. Unfortunately I started to grind my teeth together when it became clear, they were purposely hanging to allow gravity on this planet to further torture them with those fowl shackles. Everything looked so perverted that it became a maddening need to get rid of it all.

I wanted to cry out with all the rage inside my heart, I truly wanted to gun these bastards down without hesitation but I couldn't do it. Not now despite that natural reaction, so I allowed my eyes to glare hatefully at the mass of heretical bodies that were starting to notice my presence. I resisted so much to not do anything but stare back at them, "Not yet. You don't have enough bullets Marcos, you have to wait for Irene. She'll clear the way and you'll be able to get them out of here. Stick to the plan, stick to it and fecking deal with it!" I kept my hood to conceal my face when I heard a delighted voice speak up from the stage in which I saw my friends being chained. I prayed to the Emperor to give me strength because it was that bitch of a caretaker herself.

This so called thing called the Convert. One who I'd be sure to send her soul to burn before the Emperor's gaze. I looked over to my right to see a gap between a statue of the Emperor and the wall itself, I mentally debated whether it'd be possible for me to squeeze into it. Sighing mentally I couldn't ignore the goal here, so I remained rigidly in place to hear that blasted woman's voice to speak up joyously. Her voice seemingly inspired many of the heretical humans to either grin, or yell out excitedly as their symbols of chaos were etched like barbaric tattoos on their flesh. It became ultimately revolting to imagine how they were etched to begin with.

"My dear faithful, the guest that our patron god has foreseen has arrived. Truly we are blessed by the Dark Prince as we are rewarded with our greatest pleasures yet to be fulfilled!" The twisted tattoos of chaos eight pointed stars were etched onto her forehead, the seemingly blond hair a mix of red and darkened gore were naturally lively with several chaos stars carved onto her facial cheeks. I had to resist my stomach churning at the tattered robes that were stained in a blanket of blood, I didn't need the imagination to guess where it all originated,"Praise the Dark Prince of Pleasure! Praise his wisdom and his will to grant us our perfection all in his name!" Throne of Terra, I swore this amount of varying chants of agreement and sheer wild abandonment practically echoed inside a once holy temple of the God-Emperor.

I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to waste an opportunity to gauge any location I could wedge myself into if those charges ever go off. A few places would be amble to get my small frame shielded due to the self-explanatory effects of melta-charges. Plus I cracked a grim grin to imagine how bad it'd be. However my hearing picked up on someone shifting over in front of me, so I bit the inside of my cheek to stare up to see a tattooed and crudely pierced heretic man move right into my weapons range. I gave myself ten seconds as I witnessed a foul and honestly disgusting sight of barb wires wrapped around his fists as if they were serrated.

"Keep their attention on you Marcos." Without taking anymore time with that statement in mind, I had to do what was planned so they'd all be wiped out. My hands adjusted themselves when I leveled the firearm in my grip and pulled the trigger, or I attempted too. A tingle at the back of my skull made me freeze because I heard shuffling footsteps. My body froze when that cold feeling came to a startling realization. It came to the fact to an honest mistake, throne I prayed to my God Emperor yet it seemed I missed one. That first indicator came in a solid if not depraving fanatical cry which gave me little time to prepare myself!

"For the Dark Prince!" My body flung itself to the side as I raised my weapon to send the center of the instigator's chest into the opposite wall. The shell's discharge disrupted the prayers and what not in the main bulk of the heretics as I stood up to insert another round of ammunition into the weapon itself. Another corpse had fallen onto the stained floor as I stared up to see the wired fist heretic try to spear rush me, I kept my legs nimble to run quickly. Due to the rapid paces I set myself I slid on the tiled floor because of the saturation of blood it became a fiendish sensation akin to a slide. One that seemed more sickening to know it'd be drenched by those loyal to the Emperor. And to see it like this?

I got right in front of the first man with the wired fist and simply sent his skull into pieces as gore splattered onto my cloak, "That's two. And there's plenty more." Another shell hit the floor as I managed to keep myself alert just crouched down next to one of the many support columns holding up the main cathedral. My hood kept my face plainly out of sight as I witnessed the main mass of heretical citizens draw whatever weaponry they had, I even silenced any remarks to taunt them. I couldn't take them all down even if they rushed, I wouldn't have the time nor the luck to really gun them all down. Now I wished I had gotten some training from Tatarus's troopers on the ship. Swearing to myself since I'd have to expand my confidence to find more weapons to do my purpose for the Imperium, well it came down if I survived somehow.

Unfortunately my lips twisted in a snarling expression when a stripped body that seemed to be a female caught my gaze. I couldn't even tell if the person suffered, or died quickly to these insane heretics that were making a mockery of the Imperium. I may not have been a zealot yet I knew for fact nothing good came out of this faith to whatever these insane creatures preached. No amount of teaching could ever say to me that redemption could be earned, "I'll kill as many of you as I can. None of you deserve to be in the Emperor's light. I hope all your souls burn before his gaze!" Rancid like laughter echoed in my ears when I heard chanting again.

The caretakers voice took on a higher pitch of seer excitement, now I had to wince at how it sounded because it got similar to when metal got scrapped together, "Excellent! Most excellent! The Dark Prince grants me a child whose resistance will be all the more pleasurable to break. Bring him to me alive and unspoiled my beloved faithful." Within moments a few more former citizens tried to rush my crouched position. Their inhumane screams made my eyes go wide yet I aimed steadily to gun them down in a shower of bloodied gore. I knew for every shell clicked to the ground to soak itself in the growing fresh streams of crimson that came from the heretical filth.

I fired again and again, I fired even when my palm burned against a blessed metal. One after the other tried to rush me with crude blunt weapons that were more then likely scavenged from Emperor knew what. Each shell fired out of the shotgun started to make my hands go numb but I had to brace it against my stomach to really keep the weapon steady. Sweat dripped past my chin as I inwardly worried about how long I'd have to hold out. Eventually I'd run out of shells until reloading them and I seriously doubted these insane creatures would allow me to do so under the Emperor's blessing no less. Apart of me started to realize that having a loaded gun didn't mask the growing fear that I had walked onto my grave. Several shredded corpses fell right on top of each other as the weapon grew hotter within my trembling fingers.

Inhaling a huge breath of air once my back hit the solid wall as the heretical mob eased their way forward over their own dead. More then a few stepped onto the corpses to crush skulls for the sake of spilling blood and to my growing disgusted horror they'd kill the dead with near orgasmic expressions. My teeth bit down to stop that urge to snarl as the last of the shells clicked with a prominent echo that set my enemy's expression alight with glee. Apart of me wanted to rush loading more shells but I didn't have the time, or the luxury of actually knowing how to do it properly. So I prayed to the Emperor that I did my part as best as I could have done yet now I had wait in despair.

People that might have been once human now held bloodied chaos eight pointed stars either ingrained or cut into their flesh as their eyes seemingly were dilated with literal madness. I wanted to kill them all, by the Emperor's light I wanted too! But I had nothing except for a las-pistol to hold an entire mob of cultists off. My own heart pounded furiously I pressed against the wall to wait for the inevitable rush to grab me to that wretched woman overlooking the cathedral. However in a blur my vision wavered into a swirl of orange and red as an obviously familiar alluring voice came to encroach upon my distress.

"Oh this is so utterly sweet, I could eat you up. No matter how hard you fight, no matter how hard you resist, I will claim what is mine and you my dear little one have caught my undivided attention." It's laughter made a skull crunching ache form almost immediately as I resisted to tear up at the agony alone. Praying fiercely to the Emperor for strength, I looked down to understand what needed to be done! Desperation overtook my sanity once I forced my free hand to clasp the red hot barrel of the weapon in a bid to ignore the laughter.

It worked a little too well before I'd ever deem it otherwise. I barely had time to understand when I screamed as I heard my own skin being sizzled once it came into contact with red hot metal. Both knees buckled as I gasped out loud looking up to see the blurred out faces of these heretical humans. My pain made them celebrate all at once yet my eyes caught movement atop on the second level of the temple. In that haze of intentional agony to hold firm against the fowl voices I could see a familiar red glint of a Servo-Skull hovering. I most have gone insane because Skit's eye glowered consistently as if it were glaring on my kneeling form. Following off to the side, I found a source of amazement once my eyes went wide as Irene urgently hefted a full sack of melta charges onto a railing and position it to spread directly within a horde of heretics..

Against all odds I could see her mouth screaming words that struck me faster then anything I've eve felt in my existence, "Find cover!" Beyond faith in the God Emperor, I swore those two words were a literal miracle to find in this nightmare! Whipping my head left to right I couldn't find any means to shield my body and I wanted to yell out angrily knowing death couldn't be far behind. Slamming back into a wall I almost yelped once my eyes stared upwards in disbelief, I craned my face backwards to see a stature of the God Emperor hovering over myself and I realized he'd been looking out for me! There was just enough space to wedge myself into as I witnessed an entire sack of melta charges crash into the ground.

And with moments both of my eyes went dark! Unable to hold back due a skin searing heat I screamed shielding my face with an arm. Massive unworldly tremors rocked whatever I held for bones beneath flesh that couldn't stand this insanity called a flash heat when inhumane shrieks disintegrated by dozens if not beyond as heretical things once human were utterly destroyed. Barely aware I couldn't do anything except bite my tongue to nearly cut it into twain yet I managed to clench both fists feeling another burning consume darkness behind eye-lids. My mind feverishly prayed and chanted every single litany, historical lesson and all the Saints of the Sororitas to give me strength past to survive an all knowing fire of a retribution called justice.

Seconds ticked on by as if it were an eternity until silence came to dominate my senses. Breathing heavily I opened my eyes to a waste land of burning flesh and steaming piles of an unrecognized ash in some places. I gagged openly, "God Emperor help me! Smell's worse then a dump in a hive city." My stomach churned dangerously to a point where I spewed out vomit onto a searing floor where liquid evaporated in a whitish hiss. I fell to both knees letting out what little I held inside my stomach until I managed to wheeze in air barely able to garner strength to stand. Wiping pieces of grim and pieces of saliva on my cloaked shoulder, I got out of the Emperor's statue to offer a grateful prayer for his divinity protecting what flesh I held onto.

"Throne! I feel like fecking shit..." I whispered grasping a significantly cooler las-pistol, "...but least it worked." I glanced downwards to see my cloak partially burnt away to reveal reddish looking flesh yet I hesitantly understood if I was any closer I'd have ash for an arm. Warily I kept the weapon pointed at any corpse not willing to take a chance until I reached sister Theresa and the other bound women up front in the cathedral. It took me several moments to understand majority of these heretical creatures had gotten their due rewards for betraying the God Emperor and humanity as a whole. Yet I looked up past a few steps to see a sight I gleefully couldn't help but to sneer at disgustingly.

It seemed that traitorous bitch herself barely lived, I saw her chest heaving in air. Unable to feel a damnable hatred I quickly moved upwards to see a severely burned creature wheeze out insanely, "Yes...oh, yes I feel it, all this pain...yes it's pleasure, oh please, I can see my dark prince..." Standing over a once loyal subject of the Imperium I merely pointed a las-pistol's barrel directly to her forehead, I saw her eyes delightfully widen before I snarled out, "Emperor burn your soul and go to whatever hellish fate awaits you heretical feckers!" I roared out enraged at all manners of depravity and absolute barbaric savagery I witnessed to send multiple shots into her skull ending any life in those fanatical eyes of something less than human.

Metal burned righteously as I rapidly snapped all efforts to the Sororitas bound. Shakily I managed to aim carefully to at least try to avoid hitting sister Theresa's hands. Careful I eased down a trigger well to send three shots to burn chain metal links away. Paranoid gripped me to be wary, so I did this to those who were still alive, unfortunately apart of my mind regretted in not trying to soften their fall yet I held no strength to attempt it. So three barely alive women fell to the ground in audible thuds and I couldn't help it to have tears leak down my face. These once formidable Adeptus Sororitas looked so broken it seemed to bleed out into my own soul, I couldn't do anything except free them from a torment that was so inhumane it killed a heart inside my chest. Up close I noticed details not seen from a distance, or concealed by a horde of burned corpses.

Crudely drawn symbols were etched on exposed stretches of flesh. Erratically depraved without any sort of logic, I swore they didn't seem particularly merciful when ingrained. Pieces of power armor were stripped, or torn asunder to which I could see a few bloodied desecrated once purified and holy blessed metal, now I almost gagged when one sister's lower extremities were exposed. It seemed brutish rape had been used against them as well, "By the name of our holy father of mankind, I ask and I beg for his mercy to shield his daughters, I pray for your blessing to protect them and to bless their devotion upon your divinity to shield your daughters." I recited from memory of my lessons in properly asking for protection of the Emperor as I took off my particularly burnt cloak to conceal acts of sacrilege for my own mercy upon these people. It left me basically exposed with a small blade sheathed on my hip yet again I refused to consider it anything less than an act of faith to the father of mankind's will.

"You disgusting animals, I'll kill you all again and again God Emperor willing!" My hatred of these creatures refused to die off as embers occasionally wafted upwards. Moving over I managed to slid onto both knees hovering over an unresponsive woman while setting down my las-pistol to firmly tap her face. I spoke trying vigorously to get her responsive, "Sister Theresa! Please wake up, it's me Marcos, please wake up! God-Emperor help you, but...please just come too, or something for feck's sake!" Shaking her seemed to do little save for making my arms strain themselves yet I kept on trying in order get her conscious. Her chest moved faint up and down, I knew breathing obviously indicated she wasn't dead, so praying mentally I carried hope she'd come too and soon enough my efforts were rewarded after several minutes.

Theresa coughed loudly while groaning in clear agony as her eyes fluttered open. Droplets of liquid belonging to my tears hit her face as my heart beat anxiously. "Sister Theresa! It's me, Marcos, please say something!" I begged happily once two eyes strained themselves staring up momentarily before what she said next caused a genuine confusion to wash over my senses. Without even stuttering I heard a woman hiss out angrily, "You...stupid idiotic fool!" Her actions tried to get herself up but failed in literal seconds with the back of her skull hitting the floor, I tried to get her up yet failed miserably. My only assistance came with assisting a wounded person getting herself sitting up against the wall just a few scant meters behind herself. Breathing heavily I watched absolutely silent as an enraged Sororita nearly crushed my own hand in her own feverishly scarred hand.

"God-Emperor damn your foolishness boy...damn it!" My mouth failed to produce words yet she knew what I was going to say, "Why did you come here? You just wasted all our efforts to give Anora and her squad time to find you, or our lady inquisitor herself!" I lowered my head trying to conceal a less then grieving look to whisper faintly, "I couldn't leave you, or Sister Anora here to die! Tartarus told me you were dead and I...I refused to accept it, I won't leave people to die in this hellish place Sister Thersea!" Her eyes were blazing in righteously fury yet an exhaling gesture resigned an action to have her hand place itself upon my scalp. I waited rigidly for a painful smack, or punch to showcase how enraged I made one of my instructors who by all rights held a justification to physically strike me. I trembled after a moment to realize such a strike never came to fruition.

Theresa literally pulled my own forehead to have it touch her own as I heard her voice crack, "Damn your blasted foolishness Marcos, but bless our holy father for your assistance." For once I felt absolutely speechless with a genuine relief yet regardless I recited a prayer of courage to the God-Emperor himself, "I give everything to him and I ask only he guides my actions towards his will for those in his light. I am the shield, I am the sword and I am his servant, I ask for his blessing to do stand beside him at the end." During my lessons among the Sororitas I never once questioned their faith in the Emperor and I in turn never gave up hope that they would still be alive fighting. It hurt knowing I'd done wrong to find them and it was wrong to not give up that right to hope when they hadn't died, so I wouldn't care less in what Tartarus did to me, if I survived this planet's fowl heresy. My heart refused to die when my own mind told me to run.

After I regained my senses I quietly asked, "Can you stand Sister Thersea?" She gave a pained grimace trying to uplift herself as an audible crack caused her to scream in a terrible agony. I almost panicked when noticing her right leg looked crooked, I understood immediately we'd have to be rescued or air lifted by Tartarus. Gingerly my hands lightly hovered below her knee cap to witness a shin practically splintered, "What did they do to you and to the others?" My horrified whisper merely caused her to cough grimly while giving a strained defiance, "No more then what pitiful heretics do to those who refuse to turn away from the God-Emperor Marcos...so don't be concerned, I've deal with worse injuries during my own service to our holy father." I swore her expression softened momentarily as I nodded squeezing a larger hand before turning to the other unconsciousness women. It seemed I'd have to get them awake similar to what I just done, but I felt a weight lift from shoulders to understand I had done an insanely risky decision.

Suddenly a tingle ran up my spine as I froze immediately instinctively! Blinking a few times that tingling grew into a dull aching headache when two hands belonging to myself reacted. That ache kept growing into a sharpening pain akin to a knife stabbing as I fell to my knees rasping out a yelp which Theresa reacted quickly too. Truthfully I dimly heard her words or noise sounding closer to them, "What's wrong? Marcos, speak to me, tell me what's wrong!" My brain refused to form words as I started screaming when an overly bemused voice cracked into existence almost sounding pleased. Almost due to it's tone I considered vomiting what little I had left, yet it seemed a particularly entity belonging to that daemon, or whatever the feck it could have been just laughed absolutely gleeful based on it's tone alone.

"You're absolutely adorable!" It cooed out purring making me yelp again as a driving nail like sensation pierced my skull, "Again you believe you can resist, believe with all your little heart and I shall happily crush it, I do enjoy breaking mortals into pieces." Biting down on my tongue did little to stem all that pain into an outlet, I screamed once another piercing wave crushed a natural ability to stand as bruised knee caps crushed onto the ground. Warm liquid dripped past my own lips as I knew without a doubt it'd have to be blood. Unable to breath I rasped out spitting a mix of crimson and saliva, "...go away, I said go away...you fecking bitch!" Shaking left to right I clawed at the ground in a vain attempt to avoid lashing out towards Sister Theresa, I saw her expression morph into a terrified concern as tears fell down blurring everything altogether.

"No, no, no. I will not relinquish what I claim is mine."It all but sang merrily as it's laughter caused me to scream again. Blood freely and openly leaked past both ears due to it's voice alone, I couldn't stand it anymore and I tried clamping down on them biting away another shriek. Tremors rocked internally to cause bones to shift periodically into a steady steam of unspeakable pain, "Resistance is useless when I have my champion claim another for my desires, you can scream all you want little child, I demand it, I crave it and I desire it, for every mortal who cries out my name I'll say to make me eternally pleasured for truly I love your cries!" Those whispering words were so vindictively sweet I curled into a ball hand clamped down over bloodied earlobes. God Emperor help me, I gnashed all amounts of teeth to nearly chip my own canines with an animistic rage beyond known reason!

"Feck you! Whatever fecking creature you claim to be, I pray to the God Emperor to blast your soul into the warp!" I seethed words causing more laughter to echo as a warning appeared to have drained these entity's patience, "That pitiful corpse on that wretched thing called a throne, do you dare say to me that is what you cling too? Is that where you send your prayers? Oh such lovely raw hatred I sense in your voice, I'll ask you again to say my name and to embrace me as a lover, as your mother for if you do not, I shall make a mere three who you care for become nothing but ash." Literally I swore my own brain felt like it started to melt as heat and pain became an ocean for myself to swim through in a raging storm. I refused to say whatever it wanted me to say, I refused to turn away from the Emperor's light and no damned voice of a daemon would tempt me otherwise! People who I cared for were in danger, it gave me purpose and it gave me a strength endure whatever hellish promises it threw my way.

"Emperor's blood and by Saint Mina herself, you're a damned psyker!" I heard someone familiarly in Theresa's voice whispered out in sheer horror as boiling tears literally poured down my face. Rasping out pained words to ignore a daemon's voice became an actual lifeline for me to remain sane, "Made a choice...to kill my friend's murderer...Tartarus pushed me." I barely could make a face as everything seemed to brighten up significantly where it hurt to keep my eyes open. Focusing on breathing seemed much more suitable and a guaranteed effort to remain aware as I felt hands firmly grasp an underside of an overly sweating jawline. Without warning sensations akin to a cooler feeling wrapped itself to give myself strength, I swore it sounded akin to a harmony of steel and faith once words of prayer eased my beating heart to listen to a Sororita zealously.

The woman's voice kept me anchored in reality, "Blessed father of mankind I humbly beseech your aid. Guide your son into your light, please guide him away from the darkened path of vile heresy, I as your devoted daughter pray to you to give a treasured son of humanity your divine strength." Her hands tightened as my own hands arose to grasp her wrists. My eyes were beyond boiling as light seemingly erupted staring directly up at Theresa's unflinching faith in our Emperor, "Blessed father sitting upon the golden throne upon Holy Terra, I pray for your light to guide your faithful son and give him strength to resist what seeks to corrupt a son of humanity, hear my prayer from your children in order to spread your light in your name." I blinked several times adhering to those words allowing myself to relax as a distant scream of rage got drowned out. It caused my heart to steadily slow down until I managed to gasp in a lungful of air snapping my senses back into a relative peace.

Whatever happened I looked up with my own two eyes believing I was seeing a literal saint reincarnated. This woman's face relaxed once she became aware her own heart felt prayers had succeeded in their task to rein in an instinctual desperation into a solid faithful confidence. Tears were still lingering yet they weren't of pain, but of stunned happiness to see a smile appear on the elder white haired woman's lips, no doubt I believed in our God-Emperor. However more importantly I believed that her faith brought me to adhere to lessons back on the ship, I feared so many things yet I needed to channel that fear into something absolutely iron-clad to prevent it from ruling me. If I hadn't hear those words I'd probably be dead, or someone far worse as I shuddered severely in sheer gratitude under her firm touch.

"Never lose faith Marcos, never lose faith to overcome your fear." Theresa stated proudly while trembling as I bowed my head feverishly grateful to her advice. Despite having blood dripping down onto the floor I managed to smile, "If Saint Alicia can stand before our Emperor taking orders of a madmen and then to an end an age of heresy, well I believe I can listen to a Sister Superior to never lose faith in our Emperor. Thank you." I gazed directly without fear to witness a sturdy hand unwavering place itself over where my heart beat soundly. Her gaze pierced through flesh and cloth alike to show faith in our God-Emperor hadn't led her, or myself astray as I made the sign of Aquila making her nod approvingly to never waiver. Perhaps relying on others wasn't so far-fetched to believe yet what came next managed to at least dip my head in shame.

Theresa allowed her hand to fall onto my forehead, "You're a psyker aren't you?" She asked me again simply with a flat tone as I nodded meekly, "How can you tell?" That reflexive question caused her to snort briefly when bringing a bloodied finger to tap against my temple, "Your eyes Marcros." The injured Sister of Battle stated factually, "Both of them were glowing a bright green. I've seen others before so it's easily recognizable, but unlike those I've encountered, I could feel your panic oozing off your form as you cried out for help." I remained silent as she merely sighed out heavily, "You're not just a foolish child, but a dangerous one and if we survive this planet, I will raise questions to your teacher in getting you properly trained. Untrained psykers are very...frowned upon in the sisterhood, as you know from our lessons." An understatement of grand proportions, I compared it to saying the Ecclesiarchy heavily frowned upon heretics who denounced our God-Emperor and I only accepted consequences in having people who I cared about fear for their safety.

"I never chose to be a psyker, but I chose to destroy a daemon." Ultimately I gave an uneasy grin confidently displaying some sort of crude humor, "At least I understand, I have good teachers who trained me to know right from wrong." Theresa snorted dismissively yet a small smile tugged on her bruised face to show my optimism effected her. Her gaze shifted towards her fellow sisters who were show signs of stirring finally, I stood up staring beyond an entire battlefield seeing numerous heretics purged out of existence. If I had any consolation it'd be killing these disgusting animals and being able to see another day, I could live with consequences if killing those turning away from the God-Emperor stood to harm myself or anyone I cared about genuinely.

Staring back up towards where my servo-skull hovered I pressed a finger to activate a vox channel. Taking a breath to steel my voice as it managed to remain clear, "Skit you and Irene can come down. Also try to contact Tartarus please, I don't want to stay on this planet anymore, please confirm?" I expected him to respond yet a crackle of static became oddly prominent. Frowning I waved upwards to get the servo-skull's attention but his eye kept glowing in one of its sockets. What in the name of father of mankind was he doing? Gripping a cooling las-pistol I managed to look across a ruined cathedral's interior naturally worried as charred corpses twitched, or remained still to indicate they were vaporized into ash. What the feck was causing interference over a vox so close to Skit's location, I swore it couldn't have that damnable voice again.

Another piercing sensation smashed into to the forefront of my head almost in a warning! Trying to not wince I kept scanning an entire cathedral's main hall to see nothing, I tried to spot anything out of place yet why did my senses scream to flee? Gnashing teeth together I closed both eyes to calm myself by breathing in and out steadily, "What's wrong? Something's not right, I feel...fear, but what's causing me to panic again? Come on, what's wrong, you can find out if you just calm down." Both of my arms slackened as I looked upwards hearing footsteps, I tried to imagine what could cause such things and an image appeared before my very vision. So sudden it struck me I almost gagged as I sank onto both knees physically frail once I got a clear picture.

"I've seen that armor, blackened and twisted, I saw it back on the ship. It's from my nightmares!" Dimly aware in hearing Theresa call out my name in a warning again, I ignored her to focus one exactly an image of something monstrous getting closer, "How in the feck is this possible! They were just dreams, nightmares and why am I so fecking scared like a grox!" Unable to resist I snapped back to reality to see Irene turn a corner as I watched with wide eyes seeming something arise beyond the shadows. My voice died in a trembling gasp of air once I noticed a chilling detail. I couldn't stop an electric cold feeling run up my arms and back to see a pair of eyes standing out. In that three way intersection she couldn't have seen them without turning around.

They were an unnatural bright red, I had to compare it to literal blood. Two orbs gleaming so maliciously just behind a former Elysium drop-trooper who never became aware. A massive hulking like silhouette formed as I watched a person get sliced in twain in a shower of gore. It happened so quickly I watched a former guardswoman's expression shift into a twisted shock and agony as organs spilled out over onto the floor in a misty shower of reddish mist. The weapon seemed to glow an eerily purplish red coloration and along it's length small glowing displays were connected to an arm of sorts, I remained speechless in seeing a person getting cut down without ever having a chance to scream. So quick and refined it create a sense of terror in knowing whatever this newest monstrosity held in store, I knew without a doubt it knew I had seen every excruciating second in a perfected clarity. Also I guessed all too easily I was it's next intended target.

Unknowingly a whisper arose to reach my ears, "Yes, I feel your anguish. Pretend to resist, pretend to pray and use your raw desire to believe I won't claim what I relinquish as mine!" Stepping forward heavily bulky metal came forward to reveal itself, I watched it crush a gasping torso belonging to a person I knew in a bone crushing pulp. Irene's skull caved inwards like a small fruit, I nearly gagged in seeing fresh brain matter splatter across an entire floor. My fists clenched infuriated making knuckles pop loudly as I stared seeing a crimson blackened armor oozing off horrific icons showing what allegiance to an eight pointed stair had done. Bright red pieces looked akin to living flesh, or ripping masses of blood being supported corrupted metal possibly once blessed by the Emperor's light, I couldn't begin to understand a crushing sense of inability to whimper. It seemed like an entire cathedral's presence got washed away by an unholy inhumane pressure as this individual casually started to lick blood off a sword whose size dwarfed myself several times over.

Strapped to an armored hip seemed to be a convoluted weapon akin to a bolter. Except it looked twisted and absolutely horrid in its appearance as numerous carvings in a language I couldn't even dare to imagine it belonged too. Openly trembling I looked upwards to see a tongue lavishly and leisurely wrapping itself around a bloodied blade's edge, I swore it looked like a serpent or whatever it fecking appeared too be! Blackish silk strands of hair pooled over a gap in this corrupted power armor's neck region as reddish orbs carelessly brought themselves to lock onto my fearful expression. An excited serpent called a tongue hissed loudly as it retracted into a mouth surrounded by a pair of dark purple lips curling into an absolutely delighted inhumane action called a smile. Without any doubts clouding an organ called a brain, I swore by the Emperor's light, I witnessed a real fecking monster appearing in human form!

"No matter how hard you resist me child, I will claim what I desire." Those words were whispered so confidently I nearly cried because it seemed so pointless. But I clutched a las-pistol like a life time as I mentally started chanting prayers to the Emperor to make those whispers go away. They weren't gone because I felt my spine tingle in a warning, I knew they weren't gone yet they were being kept at bay as long as I ignored their existence altogether. Honestly if I'd ever admit, I swore my entire body trembled inexplicably once it became clear there wasn't a way to escape, or get the tortured Sororitas to a safe place. Being trapped like a grox to a slaughter house never gave anyone less of a chance to know death wasn't going to be put off any longer.

I instantly recognized a deep purring voice during my time in that vent underground. It's sheer warped blissful nature caused me to shudder dangerously, "By the Dark Prince it's true! You're a real delectable little treat child." Apart from this woman's near orgasmic observation, I cringed when it did little but stir a growing horror in hearing her laugh ever so delighted, "So you're our little eavesdropper my prince so graciously commanded me to apprehend, oh so young and filled with raw potential it's absolutely...tantalizing." Wearing armor increased a sense of helplessness since I had nothing on my person to harm, or even if I could, kill such a monstrosity. I only had a less of a damned useful las-pistol and a pathetic shiv called an excuse of a blade practically screamed suicidal to consider anything other then dying in a fit of frustration! But I couldn't do anything else except to hold what little ground I held in my power.

Although a shotgun possibly might give me more time to live as it seemed likely. Shakily I got to a knee to bring my only means to live across to start loading it. The armored monstrosity merely chuckled lowly as if finding that action absolutely adorable, "Such resistance, I'm impressed as men and woman three times your age have fallen to their knees asking to be enlightened. Yet you refuse to even say a word to me boy, by all means introduce yourself to your new masters, I'm very curious to hear your name." I heard her hungrily demand as I flinched painfully ignoring that command when pressure amounted on both shoulders to enforce an unholy will. However it seemed Theresa realized something as a searing hatred pierced an inhumane feeling bring myself to stare at the armored creature with unfathomable terror.

"You dare you show your face you traitorous bitch! Your very existence shames our order every moment you draw breath, you willingly betrayed our Holy Father, you killed your very sisters to follow the path of heresy and now you dare to have a fowl audacity to command us!" I heard a pure zealous hatred spew into reality to merely make an armored creature laugh cruelly, "Ah I forgot you pitiful virgins to that corpse were still alive. Shame on me to assume otherwise, I guess my sweet dear little convert played around too much. But it's been a long time since I've encountered those under the Order of the Bloody Rose, oh it's been far too long." It mused in a manner to be cruel nostalgia as shapes began to emerge beyond in the depths of a hallway. My eyes went wider in seeing half a dozen forms similar, if not downright unsightly make their way into the light, I noticed two were of the same half clothed creatures conversing with the armored one when I spied upon them earlier.

Six women either dressed in barbaric pieces of armor, or held tattoos on varying states of undress started to cruelly grin. Some had absurd piercings that weren't anything less then what I could say to be painful, a few had branded marks scorched in their skin and all had eight pointed stars ingrained on their foreheads. Yet another detail caused my heart to drop when several among them held similar a tattoo to what Sister Theresa and Anora had below their cheeks. Taking a moment my jaw dropped when it became all too horrifically clear, "They're heretical Sororitas! But how in the Emperor's name is that possible?" My tutors never mentioned such a possibility yet again it'd be due to the fact it had to have been a personal issue to mention. This revelation caused horror to entwine with despair in knowing most of these traitorous heretics held armor I couldn't even dream to scratch, I barely held myself together in knowing half a dozen formed an impossible wall of steel and flesh.

"Mistress may we educate our misguided sister?" One of them requested hungrily as the black haired creature caressed it's blade tenderly, "Patience my dears, patience. Let me secure our main course before digging into appetizers, I intend to fully enjoy what our Prince has given us." Her eyes playfully trailed up my kneeling form almost hungrily as I sneered a scathing retort in making all within this cathedral perk up, "Stick a melta-charge up your ass you fecking bitch." Those reddish orbs narrowed ever so cruelly bemused although it caused laughter to arise in the other warped creatures, I refused to cover regardless if I was to die then it'd be on my terms. Several armored barbaric females idly starting pulling out serrated knives licking the tips to gasp out in what I assumed to be pleasure, or an unrestrained sadistic bliss.

Their forms outlined with a sickly blackened purple as I blinked several times to see it waft upwards like steam. My stomach clenched unconsciously once I breathed in air being tainted by whatever foul atrocities at work, I needed nothing but what little hope to do what was right. Finishing in reloading a fully stocked shotgun I willed myself to get up to offer a shocked Theresa the weapon butt end first, I even pulled out what little spare shells from my pockets. Defending barely alive members of her squad wasn't a bad way to sign my own death warrant really, I honestly couldn't be bothered to say I wasn't brave to know I'd be dead soon. Hatred soon dissolved into a stunned disbelief when her hands hadn't taken a weapon I willingly offered, so I dropped it promptly across her lap. Grimly accepting a real possibility to die I said a few words, "You're more likely a better shot than me, so do what you can and I'll see you by our God Emperor's side Sister Theresa. Thank you for giving strength through our faith, I will never allow fear to rule me and I'll fight until I can't move anymore...so thank you again, I will not lose faith ever again."

Numerous snorts of laughter, or spine tingling giggling met my own words across an entire room. One of the twisted things called a woman with piercings across her lips sneered, "Such blind devotion to a corpse, it's so sweet...it rots my teeth out." Blond hair stained in crimson red matched an overwhelming hatred that I met it with a sneer, "Better devoted then being an ugly bitch of a heretic." That insult caused several of them to laugh openly as if enjoying a prudish banter. Even the blacked power armor user chuckled good naturally while seeing her offended peer to pull a serrated chain sword of sorts, I refused to die like a coward and if infuriating my would be killers proved to kill me quicker, I'd stick with my choices until seeing the end itself.

"A crude child, with a sharp tongue to match raw potential, it's beautiful." I heard the black haired monstrosity muse almost adoringly, "Tell me your name boy! If you do so, I'll make your conversion all ever more pleasurable, I promise on my black little heart." She proclaimed ever so mockingly while pressing an armored gauntlet of a hand over her armored chest matched by a naturally playful expression. I merely rose a middle finger to give a non verbal response making her sigh regretfully yet a smile refused to die, "My, my my. You're a such a naughty little child but alas, I'm always happier seeing children break. I guess we'll have to do it in a really fun way..." Her armored legs moved forward while she hummed a merrily tune of some sorts, "...by breaking you physically, absolutely mentally and of course spiritually as you call out the name of my Dark Prince who will grant you everything. I love children who resist because they're so stubborn." I cringed once I witnessed a serpent like tongue curling outwards to actively start hissing in my direction!

"Dying in a temple of the Emperor, I guess it could be worse." Throne I realized alone that morbid thought rarely did anything except to soothe my fate to know I wasn't getting out of here alive anymore. Unclasping a blade on below my right knee I mentally gave one more prayer, "To the great father of mankind, I ask you protect those who I will gladly give my life up to defend, I ask you protect them and I ask for nothing in return to be at your side. I walk upon a path in I face the heretic and I shall not cover against a vile darkness which seeks to deny your light, I only wish to see those who I care for to live. Please watch over them." Clenching two small pieces of metal, I finally resigned myself to living for as long as possible. More so I held a blade in a reverse grip due to it being a familiar feeling from those times I had hastily scavenge rusted shanks, or crudely designed shivs during those twisted back alley streets back home underneath a twisted reality called a city. Nothing made me happier knowing I'd go down on my own terms.

Keeping a blade's edge tilted I grimly started to move opposite of a monster clad in blacked armor. It's eyes were narrowed hungrily as it's serpent tongue exposed two miniature fangs whilst curled around a dark red near blackened coloration of this sinister blade. Being so close it had a series of tubes filled with a light reddish pink liquid attached to this creature's arm that wielded such a weapon, unfortunately I warily noticed it's edges were serrated to cut through possibly anything. Occasionally it pulsed with a faint crimson glow as I kept a good distance away out of reach while I got stalked by a predatory being. My heart bounded deep within its confines surging blood inside veins as adrenaline circulated to have every movement critically perceived. I felt so tense it hurt to even twitch a finger as a creature across from where I held my ground continuously smiled ever so gleefully entertained.

An armored boot snapped a corpse into pieces as my eyes looked away briefly. Nothing could have prepared me when a blade of that gargantuan size closed the distance in a blurring wail of a warning as I screamed throwing myself to the ground. I rolled away as it slammed into several burned out corpses sending ash to conceal my would be killer long enough to roll out of range. Unable to do anything I desperately aimed to send beams courteously expelled by a pistol where a head would be exposed. Fizzling crackling met an inevitable outcome as corrupted metal ceased any thoughts pertaining to hope once short chuckling became clear. An armored gauntlet effortlessly had blocked those shots as I caught sight of a bemused expression on that monstrosities face. I bared my teeth as a means to show I wouldn't cower before it's gaze.

I almost missed an armored form swiping me into two pieces as I ducked underneath a massive wave of air. "Emperor's blood! Any closer and I'd have lost my head!" Panicking I rolled away as far as I humanely could over corpses of dead, or dying heretical cultists. Blood and flesh clung to what clothing I had as I snarled firing several more shots that were leisurely taken, or blocked by again an armored forearm. Just when I managed to stand a piercing pain almost sent myself onto a bloodied floor, "Do you desire perfection? I'll grant you power beyond your wildest imaginations my sweet little Marcos, I shall grant you perfection to destroy what you seek to kill." I heard a whispering promise originate where I stood against a smiling woman in armor. Her eyes were widening in sheer ecstatic hunger and I gnashed my teeth hard to watch for that next swing. If I took any second to glance away I'd might as well be a dead man walking!

"What's wrong child?" An overly eager armored creature asked deceptively innocent which made her appearance ever so gruesome, "You look so distracted, I wonder what you're hearing now?" I snarled reflexively diving desperately mad to stay out of reach from a darkened crimson blade whose pulsating form got a bit brighter. Small transparent cylinders above an arm where it got wielded injected themselves causing its owner to gasp out in sheer relief, or was it a natural bliss? Literally my mind couldn't decide as another wave of agony forced me down with an armored beast of a woman slowly taking it an easy prey. Her gaze alone stopped any effort to move cause my own legs to go rigid once these damnable whispers overturned a thing called sanity.

"Will you say my name and embrace perfection? Embrace me as your lover, as your mother and I shall grant you what you need to achieve power to kill what you seek to destroy, I desire what I clam to be mine when you say this name of your ascent to perfection!" Tormented I gagged in experiencing waves of uncontrollable nausea as I tried to ignore an urge to say a word I never knew existed. That urge became so powerful I needed to do something to ignore it, or rather damned well do anything to banish it away. Moving sluggishly I collapsed onto several scorched corpses in order to slam my forehead into the ground. A spiking flash of whitish hot fire worked as one pain eclipsed another in a bid of desperation. For those troubles I weakly blinked feeling hot liquid trailing past the left side of my face, dumbly I couldn't help save to glance downwards to see reddish droplets signifying blood being spilled.

A mimicked cooing sound of disappointment entered my senses, "Oh so close! So very close, I can finally sense what my Dark Prince has brought before me!" Hulking steps managed to shake myself to the core as I refused to reply when a shadow overtook where I knelt. Petrified by an inhumane will, or perhaps froze by forces beyond my understanding I barely had enough strength to glare upwards hating what I witnessed. One serrated tip lazily sliced a thin reddish line underneath my own cheek as it's owner playfully toyed with its literal prey, "You'll be an excellent addition to our little band of followers and bring about enlightenment to our god, the Dark Prince. Embrace your perfection and learn of eternal pleasures in his name..." She trailed off licking her lips absolutely devoid of any emotion that could be stated as humane, or remotely natural to say the least. They weren't going to kill me yet I refused to give in because of mere fecking words!

Slowly bringing a pistol at an angle I merely shook my head in an effort to remain sane. I shuddered as an armored woman knelt down smiling ever so cruelly, "If don't say our Dark Prince's name..." Her reddish pupils merely needed to look amusingly over towards Theresa whose expression looked beyond pained in seeing myself struggle. Warm breathes of air next to an ear sent shivers betraying what I felt up my spine, "...I'll make you watch in total agony as we have our ways with your precious sisters of that corpse Emperor. My merry band is eager to have their fun with them." It promised me sweetly as a faint dripping sensation announced a return of blood leaking outwards. Maintaining eye contact with one meager las-pistol gave me purpose to angle it upwards as I slowly came to realize I had an opening to exploit.

In the end I looked right into an eyes of a monster without flinching. Words held power yet I refused to lose what little will I held to remain defiant, "Emperor take your wretched soul and burn it when you see him you ugly fecking bitch." I screamed pulling a trigger as many times I'd be able to manage point blank to hear flesh sizzling. Due to how close the armored woman knelt I knew I'd landed several bolts of energy underneath her jaw, I kept squeezing a trigger until my world went vertigo. One moment I found myself staring into an enraged set of reddish orbs and in that next second I got sent flying across the room smashing back first into a solid granite wall. Distinctly I heard a prominent crack or two once I landed face first on a pile of burnt out corpses, I practically gagged on ashy flesh with my mouth stretched vertically into a long drawn out silent scream and by the Emperor himself, I started to shriek like a person damned in fire.

Curling into a ball created some leeway to scream in a controlled manner. However my arm refused to move when liquid fire practically ate away as I blinked tears to see what happened. An entire forearm shattered in two different places along with several fingers clearly crooked at angles gave no room to understand a literal destroyed limb. Small tremors unintentionally forced my feet to slam into the floor trying to desperately to cope with injuries I never dared to imagine. Yet all that commotion caused a symphony of cheering laughs as if these heretical monsters were getting off on my efforts to just remain screaming. Struggling to stand physically was impossible due to my own left foot sharply bent at an angle, I dimly made a connection in seeing white splinters sticking outwards and in one swift moment I had effortlessly become a helpless target.

Plated armored steps stopped directly next to my skull, "Oh your screams are absolutely beautiful boy! Absolutely wonderful!" All my efforts to cease screaming simmered down into tightly control growls and even then tears were freely falling to taste a salty after effect. A shadow belonging to one massive gauntlet casually brought itself down, it's owner hoisted myself upwards effortlessly, even when I tried to struggle feebly against it. Soon enough I got slammed into a wall creating wave of pressure in my lung spewing out liquid to stain a monster's breast plate. Coughing violently I never watched an armored thumb again casually push my chin to see an extremely delighted expression. Throne of Terra I couldn't even manage enough strength to kick in futile a resistance against this monster's touch yet I barely managed to wheeze in air to stay alive!

"Such a naughty child you are, I offered a painless conversion. But like all children you always have to be..." Her black hair actually brush against my tear stained face while leaning forward as if sharing an actual secret with me, "...disciplined." One word whispered so lowly it triggered a disgusting tongue of a serpent worming its way eagerly towards my own neck, I even felt it's coated scales slick with liquids I dared not imagine their origins. It retracted as I heard an overly gleeful promise make my eyes go wide with an unfiltered terror, "Now you and I get to have a front row seat to a pleasurable show. Have your fun with those maidens my dear servants, I ask you give our soon to be child a practical lesson to be remembered." Half a dozen laughs of inexplicable joy were given upon those orders and a sense of wild abandonment greeted my bloodied hearing as I built up what little saliva, or blood to give one last effort to resist.

Cracking open both eyelids to see an inhumane grin I spat a huge glob of reddish liquid directly into this person's face. I expected to die right then and there yet no such reaction came around. Hissing painfully I managed let loose a sneering promise, "Fecking do it ugly bitch...I swore I won't turn away from the Emperor's light, save yourself some trouble and go feck a grox!" Unable to control myself, due to a massive influx of nerves overloading, it became all too clear! Being so helpless I started laughing lowly while shaking my head left to right ready to embrace an end to what I knew as living. I waited for one crushing sensation and a blinding darkness, I kept on waiting until a minute passed without meaning, "By the Emperor what else do I have to do to anger this damned thing to fecking kill me!"

Dangling literally a full meter or so in the air provided little support in a bodily function to breathe in air. Soon enough I got face to face with a woman whose appearance increased my ability to feel terror in new extremes, "Your mouth is quite a blade isn't it?" It asked me rhetorically amused when an overly crushing pressure increased it's existence in making my lungs gasp for what little oxygen to remain alive, "Children are always so troublesome to speak too, they always struggle when it's clearly impossible to not do so." Her serrated blade pulsated momentarily drenching what little of a space between us in an eerily crimson glow as I watched with a growing horror see two separate pupils narrowing ever so my chest burned with a need to breathe more air which I couldn't resist an impulse to gag for oxygen.

Once I exposed myself a serpent tongue lashed outwards tunneling down my throat! Pain I'd once knew as a tolerance had been shattered, I cried out begging to die an utterly disgusting terror seemingly overran whatever I held to be resisting to whatever hellish whispers that slowly killed my ability to live. Literally something not natural of reality mercilessly tunneled itself way where I felt it next to my own damned bleeding heart! I couldn't stop screaming in a gurgling guttural shriek as beneath flesh I swore this serpent only retracted once I almost suffocated! Pressure beyond anything I'd ever imagined nearly crushed a means to live, I screamed in a gurgling rasp feverishly kicking or punching with whatever limb responded to my brain's pitiful attempt to break free. My vision blurred into a watery mix of colors as distant sounds akin to a shotgun shooting barely kept me conscious.

In a daze I thought I heard a delighted hum of approval, "Healthy hearts are very rare treats. They provide sustenance when consumed by those seeking a good meal." Clutching in a vain attempt to pry armored fingers apart, I practically started to suffocate as time continued unhindered. The monstrosity in armor purred to whisper right into my ear, "You think I'm going to end your suffering child? Mercy is for those who are weak and I intend to prolong your intangible anguish until it becomes your greatest pleasure, so let's begin by watching a show together." I gasped for desperate needed oxygen as it became apparent I'd been carried to get sent to a bloodied and corpse infested floor. Coughing violently in ash and flesh I barely had time to consider until a massive weight pressed upon the base of my spine. Blood mixed with saliva practically tore past my lips to streak across a floor filled with death and carnage.

A hand grasped an entirety of my skull to force both eyes forward. I snarled weakly as I watched Sister Theresa barely have any chance to defend herself. I witnessed shells ejected rapidly to drive back a small group of overly excited fallen Sororitas. It made sense in how her hatred for them sounded absolutely genuine and one of their faces got shredded when trying to rush a downed person whose weapon had been fully loaded. "Please God Emperor, I beg you to lend us your strength! Please don't allow them to defile those who protect your Imperium!" Prayer after prayer shifted a rage so hot I started futilely to crawl towards those who I refused to allow to die. My mind burst into wild abandonment to literally snarl like an animal akin to those I'd seen in the under-city when I scavenged for food. Clawing for anything as leverage I heard chuckling as an armored foot merely dug itself further to stop me dead cold.

Theresa got overwhelmed in mere moments when three bodies jumped her to wrestle the weapon away. Knives began brandishing themselves in their owners hands as screams of hatred quickly turned into barely tangible roars of pain. They were carving her up like some damned grox to a slaughter, Throne be damned into the warp as I screamed in an infuriating bid trying to claw to help a person who I considered a mentor and friend! The monster keeping me physically pinned under it's foot merely mused conversationally, "Well it seems I better beg to our Dark Prince in hoping my followers understand patience, if they start cutting too deeply it won't last as long, such devoted eagerness I'm afraid is too much to expect." Gnashing both teeth I strained to glare beyond any natural means of hate to influence a smile which grew once an armored woman felt it's potency. She enjoyed every damnable second as I desperately wanted to burn her alive for watching a vile barbarity.

Before she, or I said a word a piercing pain swiftly brought upon more whispers. Unlike previously when I heard it trying to entice me to say a word I knew would spell my doom in damnation, I suddenly realized they were jeering openly, "Is your pain making you desire power? My lovely champion is perfection incarnate, cruelty is an art constantly being perfected, an appearance beautiful and ultimately regally eye catching but what about you?" It persisted gloating as I kept gnashing my teeth together to avoid replying yet seeing Sister Theresa being literally tortured towards her death burned away what sanity to bare with such helplessness. An inferno of heat surged when I exhaled heavily witnessing small wisps of steam when tremors wracked internally, I needed to do something or anything to stop this twisted reality called a nightmare.

Naturally I screamed indignantly feeling another wave of spiking agony ripple across my back as it originated where sanity went into short supply all too easily,"I'll kill you!" My promise so potent it caused faint giggling creating an insufferable tolerance, "You hear me! I swear it! I swear by the Emperor himself I'll kill you personally bitch...I'LL KILL ALL YOU FECKING SICK BASTARDS!" Roaring in pure fury incarnate I mentally willed one good fist clenching so hard I knew it cracked bones within. These heretical creatures called animals were bringing half conscious sisters to their knees before cutting into their faces, I heard shrieks when one of their iconic tattoos was getting cut off like in a sick display of joy. What did I need to do to see these sick feckers to die? What more did I need to give to see them all burn before the God-Emperor's judgment to burn their vile flesh and souls alike?

"If you speak my name and embrace me, to attain perfection of power then I'll offer you a boon to save your precious friends." Unintentionally without question both my own eyes went wide once I heard a clear answer shrouded in giggling. Hesitantly I shifted looking over to an arm broken in several places, I had nothing to give and over towards an open palm where blood had broken through flesh showing enraged I had become now. That whispering voice spoke again, "Say the name of your Dark Prince as I shall grant you perfected power to save your dear friends, I offer a boon to you Marcos Eius, so speak my name." Blinking away tears I looked upwards to see a particularly covered shadow of the God-Emperor yet a familiar image appeared between myself and the sisters being tortured ever so thoroughly. Almost like a fading outline at a distance it slowly came into full clarity as I had seen it below in the tunnels earlier in that day.

At first rich lively blond hair stood out followed by a fair face absolutely so beautiful that anyone could tell it wasn't natural. Amethyst colored eyes glinted eagerly while looking down with an innocent smile that swept away all previous pain or agonies I had endured in an instant. Unwillingly my gaze refused to tear away when a pair lips lined in a dark red coat widened as a velvet vest appeared marred in golden trinkets. There had to be dozens of alien like symbols attached to this being's person and it's cloth must have been a make I could scarcely imagine to be any less then to be considered as wealthy. Pieces plated armor covered a particularly exposed chest as it knelt down giving a perfected view in it offering a hand. Jewelery sparkled effortless aligned on fingers with nails polished an entrancing purple as I gagged on air literally watching a half faded limb extend itself forward if it were going to get me onto my feet.

"No, no...go away! Begone!" Silently demanding it as a gently deceptive harmonious giggle seemingly slithered through my ears, "Don't be frightened. Say your Dark Prince's name, if you do so now, I'll grant you power and a boon to save your precious friends." My terror merely grew once a hand started to move on its own as I cried out angrily trying to stop it inching forward. Small tingles were preceded when an unworldly pulling sensation manifested to inch a limb, one I clearly knew and desperately willed to remain still, it practically went against every natural warning to refuse this daemonic creature called a lie! Every muscle betrayed my will once I managed to stop myself yet it triggered violent spasms conflicting continuously to threatened all effort to resist moving forward towards a smiling daemon.

"Do you hear it boy?" I heard a blackened armored woman's voice gleefully reached a bloodied ear as her foot crushed nearly half of my body, "Our great prince is calling to us! That pitiful corpse sitting silently on it's throne can never become a true a god, a real god who answers your prayers and guides us as his faithful to perfected power, now don't pretend to be an ignorant child. I know you can hear our Dark Prince's words, praise his name because I feel his presence among us even now!" Giggling seemingly could be heard around myself when I struggled to hear it clearly, truthfully I pegged it's sound as if it were coming across a great distance. Reality practically started to waver when constantly shaking to rid myself of a weight forcing my head towards the floor.

"I won't turn away from the Emperor's light, I will not..." Those words were cut off immediately when a cooing laughter surged forth, "Yes you will mortal." So confident in it's assurance I coughed up blood to wheeze in oxygen to remain awake, "I never fail to claim what I seek is mine! You look so tasty, I'm really going to enjoy eating you up like a treat, but to save your precious friends you must say my name. Embrace perfection to attain power and I shall grant you a boon." Exhausted I found those words ever so promising when an urge to sleep started to make its known. Absently licking dried lips in order to relieve a sore throat due to numerous screams, I started to allow all of my body to slacken in hearing harmonious laughter being supported by clapping? I swore it's what it sounded like as my eyes flickered to see that daemonic image kneeling not even a few feet away.

That unworldly beautiful smile appeared to grow ever so kindly with its fair hand outstretched in a supportive gesture. My heart beat soundly once I realized where my own remained in an iron clasped ball yet why I was struggling so much? Wordlessly it replied to an unspoken question brewing beneath a crumbling resistance, "You'll be given power, I've even provide you a personal boon to what you seek to destroy. Take my hand and speak the name of your Dark Prince, I shall embrace you as a lover, as a mother and I will bring your perfection for destruction to protect your friends, Marcos Eius." Why did those words sound truthful as I numbly swallowed what little thought to look up into a pair of glinting amethyst pupils. They were compelling a hand to unclasp itself as fits of spasms suddenly were nullified as I contemplated an offer to save Sister Theresa and to destroy an armored bitch who would burn!

"Power to kill...no, it's wrong...but I won't let these Sisters die." A clasped fist unraveled when I believed those words straight into my heart. Warnings be damned beyond sanity to which I snarled trying to get up to stand. Laughter flooded both ears as its originator held a pleased expression and those eyes narrowed in an absolute hunger, "Say your Dark Prince's name." Clumsily I failed slurring in pronouncing a skewered sound of a word which just seemed out of memory's reach. Now I dared to imagine I knew it yet I might as well tried to remember years ago to remember it. Like a crushing weight slamming myself down again and again, a reprieve came when syllables formed in that cavern called a brain, sharply I gasped when a weight called helplessness lifted itself as something inaudibly akin to strength ascended.

That crushing pressure barring down onto my spine practically lifted itself along with a series of gleeful laughs. Briefly memorized an unspeakable beauty all will ceased to resist once I began breathing more naturally. Pain vanished as I whispered tiredly, "Your name...your name is..." Blinking stupefied my throat clenched inwards when I trying to figure an answer I knew for sure, I knew without question I had no knowledge previously yet it an answer came so naturally in a surreal sense pegged to be genuine disbelief. Bloodied vomit shot out to empty what little my guts could stand, why was I feeling so disgusted and sick when it became too painful to croak a word. Rasping out pieces of bloodied flesh barely prevented a last mind crushing doom of an answer.

"Go on and speak our Dark Prince's name my soon to be...disciple." An overly excited voice stated proudly as I managed to collapse against charred corpses. "Will you give me power to kill this ugly fecking bitch behind me and to save my friends?" Simply saying those questions without even considering why, I knew it triggered a clear answer with an uncontrollable giggling, "Yes, I will. Say my name child." It ordered lowly sealing a sense of finality making my eyes start to close once everything came to a peak. Inhaling deeply I used what little strength to stare upwards to see a hand reaching out as if to stoke my bloodied face. Those never ending amethyst pair of eyes were obviously so pleased to see I gave heed to it's utter satisfaction. My rapidly beating heart practically exploded beneath sweating flesh once an answer clicked into place, it felt ever so simply natural, but honestly I swore it'd been unlocked.

Nerves tingling in electrified warnings went ignored by my lack of activity. Why couldn't I say anything but yes to that harmless smile? In a fit of sheer disbelief I gave a trembling grin starting directly into those eyes, I swore what weight I felt disappeared in a fleeting moment. Swaying briefly I lifted my only capable limb to have it extending outwards, I willingly allowed myself to reach towards a blond entity who own limb seemed to grow solid. Out of sight and out of reach an answer clicked into my mind, "Your name is Sl..." Whatever word tried to form into a verbal damnation got cut short when a flash orange consumed an entire wall and I distantly recognized being blasted away slamming into a solid object called a granite wall. In one blistering snap of an action, I understood reality and it's cruel irony when I sworn to never to turn away from my Emperor's light, but I morbidly realized I had nearly damned myself to suffer as a forsaken heretic.

End Chapter Eight

Author's Note: It's been awhile since I touched upon this story, I must apologize but playing enough Dawn of War got my mind working overtime. The lack of reviews are rather disturbing yet I still love Warhammer 40K to put a fair amount of effort to make it a decent read. A few things pertaining to what this story's goal is technically: To show how an Inquisitor in the Warhammer 40K rises from the bottom of the barrel in terms of rank, our character as a conscripted acolyte who will ascend possibly, or not, into what we see as a full fledged Daemon Hunter. I intend to make this a rather lengthy story to go through several ARC's pertaining to several antagonists which will influence how our character becomes something...not as kind.

I can't say for certain if it's all cliché, but I try not to paint it so obvious. Details and first person really show what forces we can imagine are at work. Some have pointed out and asked, 'Daemons don't say their names to mortals, because it can control them.' Of course that's stated in the lore and fluff respectively, but what about the Chaos Gods themselves? Come on if you don't know who or what had been conversing with an unsanctioned, an unbounded and a very recently awakened pskyer, I think I gave ample opportunity to clearly state who it is. Pskyers generally as a rule of thumb, I can cite plenty of examples in fluff/lore to say without a doubt they see and perceives numerous things so differently from any normal person in Warhammer 40K would realize.

If you've ever heard that terminology as: 'Whispers of Chaos'. To which are vague and frustratingly abstract when one study's its influences. It seems clear you can make an argument its both metaphorical and literal, least to Psykers who draw power from the warp when properly trained, our dear child acolyte is not. Now I'm sure many of you are possibly 'sighing' at how stupidly naive Marcos is, well that's my entire point when starting off from a base personality, realistically he's untrained and incredibly childish in any sense of not realizing there's dangers far beyond what he'd be able to imagine as nightmares. Notice how quickly this particular Chaos God's whispers penetrated a mind which can be said to be an open book, to anything capable of reading minds and how it persistently managed to pull at mortal coils pertaining to the soul for a conversation? In my eyes if you say the name of the Four Chaos Gods (Not including Malal, Malice, or whatever he's called) it invokes an open window when say their names to cause corruption.

Let's face it: fact he got through a city and before that an enclave of a cult, both settings relatively unscathed, you and I can agree it's a God-Emperor's blessing. Yet you can again make an argument he's trying to be a hero, so what to know what makes a Hero in Warhammer 40k, in my humble opinion mind you? I'll give a short list for all respective opinions: Being a Hero requires a strong border lined suicidal to over come massive odds, a hero needs a mentality to never give in regardless of physical states to stand by their faith, if you're a Psyker you need power and absolute control to fight creatures who can alter reality beyond the veil into a lovely placed call an Immaterium and my person favorite combination: a hell of a lot of luck to hold together guts of steel.

It's not truly impossible to be a hero, or create a hero in Warhammer 40K without going into unworldly feats that many people couldn't even hope to light a candle too. It's just absolutely damned well difficult when you see a few figures who stand on that pedestal when they're not suited up in Power Armor or have a thing called a gene-seed, don't get me wrong I know regular humans have their fair share in individuals yet it's not as often to now them by name. Unless you're a bad-ass called Commissar Yarrick (Sebastian Vaarden) which even scores of normally battle gripped Green Skins believe he's a mechanical beast to fight one of the most absolute craziest, or damn well best Warboss's/Overlord as Ghazghkull Thraka. I'm a big fan boy of the Imperial Guard and I say hell to the no with that 'Astra Militarum' disgusting name change, it's still the Guard and I damn well will call it by as such.

I apologize if I went off track! I'm still debating whether going to Armageddon in seeing one of those character is going to worth a lot of pain and agony to make it appear natural. But back to what happened in this chapter, who is that woman in blackened armor, well it's pretty damned clear considering I do enjoy mixing together a potential zealous contradiction with Sisters of Battle and a psyker who they'd normally persecute per say. Adds more of a realistic sense considering some Adeptas Sorroritas are real by hardcore by the book fanatics, but they're human, so I'm sure there's a few moderate fanatics around. Case in point Marcos only being a child, an untrained psyker aside they can tolerate it and to boot he's an eager mind to learn their ways. So it luckily gives his presence to them a more civil' consideration based upon their views, also yeah I do like looking up older Characters who aren't used as often.

So what happens next chapter? The conclusion to our character's first trial by fire and in time I'll be trying to incorporate more psyker battles, or rather try to use more blatant feats of power. But progress is slow, I like taking my time yet I hope my explanations do solve some head scratching moments. There's just a lot of lore and an entire universe to cover, I mean I haven't even touched Eldar, Orkz or Tau which have so many possibilities to really mess around to make a decent story. I wish you all a good day, leave a review and I'll post an update when I can.