The Inquisitor

Chapter XX

The silence alone was far beyond anything natural as muted thunder distantly kept falling. This isn't just any damned shroud, throne the whole place is a blank wall! I peered around frowning commonly while korpsmen cautiously peaked around corners, or looked upward rigorously in seeing eerie vacant buildings. None were deformed, corrupted or even remotely showed signs of corruption leaving my spine to tingle chilling among inflamed internal temperatures. I exhaled lightly to shake off warnings which nothing seemingly related in reality, or the psychic vision burning through blank space after blank space.

Dusty gusts picked up loosing soil, or seemingly harmless earth to obscure everything within twenty meters at best. Feck, I can't see anything! Wisps so utterly darkened leisurely wafted past to form an impenetrable akin to thick fog, or accurately an unseen wall stretching endlessly above and around wherever I walked between Kriegers. Inhaling uneasily to blow off smoke to come to one likely answer, "Well, I guess we're going to find out soon." Heads partially turned when I kept my voice unusually low, "It knows where we are!"

Alicia with her helm back in place with bolt pistol and chain word drawn quietly asked me specifically, "Is this wretched daemon hunting us?" I didn't answer at first to continuously wince trying to peer thickened layers of wisps, or tendrils seeking any unholy sources. Yet they all kept steaming from ahead of us which made me lament openly, "No." I had no doubts to recognize when someone who knew their turf, streets and loved to play games to make anyone fecking lose their mind. It reminded me of ganger ways back within a hive-block.

"It's playing with us." I looked upwards twitching lips uneasily to feel as though I'd been missing something obvious, "And it's really fecking good at it too!" The korpsmen cleared another two blocks before Anora sharply realized why I'd been acting cautiously, "Marcos? What did our lady-inquisitor tell you about this daemon? Or rather more importantly, do you even know really what's it's capable of doing?"

Resisting to wince from subtly stinging sensations burning my arm almost to literal crisps I blandly admitted, "Not much! Only thing I know is it's a Greater-Daemon...maybe, I think!" I struggled to resist growing irritated when tendrils of blackened phenomena were intentionally molding and solidifying to make even seeing past a lead Krieger difficult. Oh shit, I can say it's been watching me! Great thing to know it wants to start playing around, know hows too and it's a fecking joker to feck me over! Throne, what a pain in my ass!

Pausing rigidly I stared partially irritated and twitching a lho-stick to frown grimly in being not so amused. Looking down I swept aside loose dirt, or rocks to expose neglected pavement to absently kneel down. No signs of Chaos stars, or anything like at that cathedral. Throne it's doing everything byitself, I can't believe it! Just what the feck am I dealing with, if one daemon can do all of this ahead of us somewhere?

Looking upward there wasn't any signs indicating this wall had even remotely thinned, or rather it'd just swirled in one thickened sheet. Regardless I bit my tongue partially to sourly realize, "Only way to find out, is to keep moving and find Tartarus. Skit better fecking be around, or things really are going to get incredibly...difficult." I hadn't looked to anyone to stare pointedly ahead where distant gusts of wind harmlessly kicked up more sandy clouds, I took both hands to lower each auto-pistol clenching them tightly. Nothing I'd ever seen couldn't be somewhat avoided yet I had a cold sensation chillingly to know this Greater-Daemon intentionally enjoyed itself to know I was be proven wrong, if only I hadn't been aware.

"Engel." I kept my voice strained to have him halt our route momentarily, "You shoot anything, or everything that moves which isn't us, or your korpsmen do it too...please." His masked face nodded silently to make fingers slid over a fist indicating permission to his fellow Kriegers. The two Sororita guardedly moved to keep myself in between them as I stared behind to see several korpsmen backs turned, they'd been watching our rear and I refused to move briefly. The wall is getting thicker...something's got to give, or I'm getting shanked in my third rib.

Much to an inner anxiety wrestling with older sensations to leave I spat again, "Throne." I whispered trying to channel psychic will to pierce the wall stronger and yet it'd only gotten darker which had me suck in one breath. Wait, a fecking minute! Emperor help us, if try to use more psychic will it'll get thicker and thicker. I wonder... I kept one pistol out as another was pocked into a great-coat's large side pocket to raise my hand warily. Heat surged angrily as I imagined fire burning and soon enough it'd appeared but significantly dull.

However in less than several seconds an entire blackened wall of wisps surged and snuffed my conjured flames out. Uh...oh! Without breaking sight I decided to see if anyone physically witnessing something out of place, "Anora? Alicia?" They looked down when I struggled to pour more will and effort to keep flames being smothered instantaneously, "Is there something wrong with my flames? I'm trying fairly hard to keep some on my palm, do you two see anything wrong at all?" I strained gritting teeth to see flickering flames struggling to remain as withering tendrils innumerable slithered into struggling to kill it.

Come on! Shit, fecking shit! I narrowed both eyes in growing irritation as tendrils kept weaving and smothering fire when it'd stubbornly refused to die. My entire body locked focusing on just one willingly desire and yet it'd might as well have been going to Holy Terra, "Marcos." Alicia warily hesitated to point out something a lone detail sending my face into genuine shock, "There's no flame on your hand, at all."

Anora agreed stiffly since she'd seen my reaction far too keenly and raised both weapons accordingly alarmed, "She's right, nothing is on your hand." I stared coldly feeling heat without doubt except a thicker tendril seemingly wrapped around my conjured balls of flame. You fecking bitch...I really pissed you off, didn't I? The immaterium's veil to the reality wasn't secured, if it'd been then I'd know that whatever was ahead had something I hadn't seen at all. Yet I resisted shivering because I'd just figured out why I couldn't manifest my will.

"We got problems." I mentioned to look up after an entire blackened wall shifted subtly as if it'd been adjusted due to said manifestation attempt, "I may have pissed it off, a bit. Everything I'm seeing, or lack of doing is all because of itself. Not a good sign!" I bitterly inhaled on a lho-stick to move slightly rigid to keep eyes on every street, or alleyway despite most having only one way into said locations to dead ends.

Sigur's voice unusually level indicated he'd been aware of things shifting as I noticed, "Ya. Getting real confident, aren't ya?" Briefly wanting to kick him in the back of a knee I settled on warily to snark, "Not like I can see the future, or something trooper. I've only been guessing, or seeing enough to think of something...so yeah, I'm fairly confident I'm fecked." We remained closer with Kriegers spacing out to clear enough streets, or blocks to have us move consistently bypassing any notion to linger when they were overhearing us easily.

My eyes constantly keep scanning for any sign of Skit's appearance which suddenly became more important I realized. It's not just manipulating the warp, is it? I felt another chill when I looked back barely resisting to keep a pistol level to tap against my leg lightly. This thing is what is maintaining the veil's ragged line of reality. Scary stuff...so, we have to find Tartarus as soon as fecking possible or I'm really a dead man walking. Throne, I picked a great time to say I hope she's not dead.

Nothing else couldn't be possible, or else I knew I was finally going mad to considering using the pistol on my own skull. Yet I laughed lowly bitterly relaying the truth, "We better start praying to the Emperor that Tartarus isn't dead, or can't deal with what's happening. I certainly fecking don't have a clue, or a blessing to lie honestly." All three who weren't korpsmen stared either in genuine disbelief, or stunned despite two not being viable to my less than pleased admission. The pistol hadn't stopped tapping when I strained to grin rather naturally.

"Grox shit." The storm trooper said roughly as I came out to say while exhaling smoke, "Tartarus knows a feck more than I'd ever do, or really for the Emperor's will to know something useful about a Greater Daemon." My lessons about daemons were extremely limited, if not in speculation but of literal understanding. Their true names were definitively effective as I shrugged out of sheer exasperation to not even humor what by the throne I'd deal with honestly, "But the ones appearing so far? Feck if know, they aren't smart or powerful since scorching them worked enough...but feck, Greater Daemons are something else."

Immediately curious I turned to knowingly hedge, "You probably know more than I'd do, Sigur." Said trooper barked out a wheezing cackle, "Ya faith in me is too much." He crouched whispering a little slyly, "Old Sigur been with our lady-inquisitor for six months, before I started to like ya so it's all new to me." I coughed loudly concealing faint copper like taste to look over slowly seeing his snark smirk widening with eyes brows raised. I stared flatly absently reaching out psychically to barely conceal my aggravation to faint traces of genuine flattery.

Uh...shit. I winced grimly inquiring a bit uneasy, "How often do new troopers come along?" Sigur shrugged mainly of sheer resignation, "Longest is since ya came aboard, so good times!" Without even pretending I groaned to look down seeing dust settling, "Throne!" The pistols barrel started rapidly hitting myself as I took one long breath to come to an obvious fact. Tartarus you're such a fecking bitch, aren't you? Throne, what is going on here?

Whistling amazed I inhaled mainly out of willingness to admit, "Great! I'm blind, you're new and we're dealing with a daemon that can snuff out my psychic fire." I tried straining to use three fingers molding will and desire into as it barely made a sizzling noise, "And I can't hold a fecking throne forsaken candle! Emperor help me!" I exhaustively looked up barely see the Kriegers through dust and psychically to exhale deeply resigned. Our only chance was with my inquisitorial teacher who maybe had something to deal with said daemon, or I'd be incredibly hard-pressed to save my flesh from being ash.

"Couldn't you speak it's name like you did before?" Alicia questioned interested which I didn't fault her yet I pointed out a slight problem, "Uh, that one? Oh, I'd say on the daemon on sixty-nines wasn't exactly all...there?" I struggled trying to explain what it seemed considering it'd severely didn't expect my attempt since it'd been a gamble, "Gellar fields were active so it probably I think, got help to get through and was really dumb to think it'd been strong enough to get me to play it's game. It may have fecking reeked worse than grox shit, but it wasn't weak, or was weakened enough to get my heart beating anxiously."

The Sororita went silent momentarily to ask me merely verifying what had been thought of me, "So you weren't even confident you'd overcome that monstrosity." I glanced away smiling slightly flattered to exhale loudly to reply truthfully, "Did what I thought was best, or made it happen! I don't know anything about what's happening here, Alicia. And I hate it, a lot!" I admitted bitterly groaning when several more blocks were bypassed in being secured by Kriegers, I felt my guts tightening since every step meant a second closer to what I'd feared.

Anora finally relented while keeping an eye on various desolate streets bringing an understanding to everyone's growing uncertainty, "You speak truthfully because you do care, Marcos." I smiled tiredly remarking subtly embarrassed, "Yup, Emperor knows I do!" She shook her head lightly only humorously pointing out with an unseen smile, "You are a child, Marcos. But you're right about what needs to be done to complete our holy task, we need to find our lady-inquisitor soon and time is running out."

I couldn't resist jokingly snickering when it caused Alicia and Sigur who coughed concealing laughter, "Don't pull a Skit, Anora! Please, since one's enough!" I ignored a glowering gaze brightly concentrating on peering through the thickening blacked out walls encroaching. Oh, I needed that laugh! It certainly fended off an unnatural gloom, to which I frowned annoyed since it'd been palpable, or rather something kept passively influencing the warps unseen potency. Okay, I'm concerned! This is new, shit very new!

Frowning I looked around noticing subtle shifts within said blackened walls to which I commented openly musing, "Something is shadowing us, or somethings have been!" Nothing seemingly appeared strange, or out of place much to wandering eyes gauging desolate streets. Yet the Kriegers slowed partially due to Engel listening sharply, "I wonder, oh yeah!" I trailed off walking several paces over to lift a pistol and frowning when those subtle shifts kept encircling us. I stared hard idly moving a lho-stick puffing out smoke.

Shrouds? No, you idiot it's not visible or even obvious! Scolding myself to keep pace bypassing keeping an auto-pistol's barrel as straight as possible, I kept my gaze focused on small part of an ever looming blackened wall wisps solidifying. Stop moving you fecking pain in the ass, stay still, I'm not blind anymore. You've been following me specifically since this throne forsaken blackened wall was sent, so it's very aware.

The Kriegers loosened marginally due to a lack of inability to understand we'd hadn't been alone entirely after all. Quickly realizing that mistake I pushed ahead unintentionally nudging one Krieger who looked down sharply, "Watch." I mouthed while staring as an open street to our immediate right where desolated buildings loomed overhead. Growling lowly irritated I stopped dead center to see within this portion of wall going still. Glancing once to see a Krieger's weapon trained ahead I didn't even think twice.

Two shots snapped furiously one hitting a piece of granite screeching off initially. But a second revealed something entirely I'd never imagined. Bloodied crimson sloshed as a man so undeniably twisted, gruesomely deformed and barring sharpened protruding fangs for teeth looked around naturally taken by surprise. What the feck is...that? Orange sulfuric eyes into feral slits locked onto my own disbelieving as an ear shrieking bellowing sent me taking one step back. Said action caused a mad heretical cultists raising two serrated swords, or maybe crudely formed axes either or while infused to hands charging unnaturally quick!

"Throne!" I yelped shooting two times as the lone Kriegers reacted assisting to send almost a dozen snap cracks of las-weaponry pelting the heretic dead center. But to my bewilderment as smoke stingily escaped shocked. He's not going down? This is new so, what the grox shit! My eyes took in his entire facial expression never changing from overwhelming happiness when stumbling onto knees. I fired two more shots alongside the Krieger frowning unsure as more lasgun snapping cracks came from behind when an opposite pair joined in sending a mad heretic rolling backward.

Blood splattered freely as an inhumane gurgling of praise to Chaos bellowed joyfully, "Rip all their intestine and pluck their eyes out!" An entire wall shifted still as I shouted recognizing we'd just been tagged to get shanked, "It's a fecking ambush!" Lasguns began snapping freely when a roaring tide came literally jumping out of thin air, I gritted teeth since they'd been hiding in plain sight with the warps manipulative details. The damned daemon knew, it'd known and understood what to plan because I was aware of it!

Shit, shit, shit! I bared teeth whirling around as humanoids began leaping literally from anywhere and everywhere. The walls began crumbling when it'd struck too damned late, "Bunch up, or get picked off!" I screamed laughing ideally angry and equally amazed to know they'd been ordered. This daemon really wanted me dead, or I'd definitively pissed it off, "Feckers want their third rib open! Give it to them good, and we die to praise our Emperor!"

Flashes of red and yellow from bolt weapons came rapidly as stumbling deformed heretics howled pleased to knees. All were bloodied, howling in either delight or seemed far too happier than any creature I'd encountered. Dozens came sprinting screaming proclaiming undeniable bliss as several Kriegers got spear tackled into walls outright squirming, or violently fighting off in sharp and deadly struggles of massing bodies. My heart raced due to adrenaline surging with heat to have steam coming off every exposed skin pore, I still grinned sinister knowing they'd come right at me without having to move too much.

Behind two chain-swords roared furiously slicing aside cultists who were sent reeling yowling pleased as limbs flopped sporadically drenching an entire alley in crimson splatters. Don't run, don't run just pick your spot and make them bleed. Just like home, just like you did back home! I waited tensely grinning eyeing growing masses of struggling, a Krieger stabbed one of his knives precisely into ribs or anywhere suitably close which held little effect. Another used an end of a bayonet striking firm through another entire abdomen wrenching guts, or anything humane spilling giving me ample clarity to laugh quietly.

They're not going down, they're still fighting and ignoring everything! I looked over to almost an length to shoot one, or two cultists trying to fend off a wild korpsmen who'd put up a hasty defense. Blood splattered onto him briefly yet his mask kept him safe to effectively kick one man off, I yanked out a knife to viciously jab another into an exposed spine. In response he only sharply jerked upwards groaning disgustedly pleased much to my bewilderment, "What in the holy throne are you on? Just do me a favor and die, please!"

At my voice a face immediately snapped around splintering an entire neck making me back up perplexed. He just fecking literally broke his own neck...oh, no! An inhumane shriek far more distinctive arose as I looked around wincing, "Okay! Not good!" Among struggling brawls, or deadly scuffing where various limbs were desperately held and diverted I'd notice a couple staring exactly right where I stood. If I didn't find a way to kill them soon, I'd all too knowingly faithfully believed things would get very difficult to say kindly.

The heretic sprang forward slicing aside air as I hit the half stained ground firing two more shots receptively. Again? That's where this feckers heart is beating! I yelped rolling away when he came sprawling and I dove underneath legs jabbing into a thigh! More crimson freely splashed onto my face yet he still kept damn moving, "What is this grox shit? Ah, feck no!" I back peddled in sheer vain shock when an overt stomp to crush jaw and face barely got avoided.

Spine, heart and neck broken? Oh, feck it, head next! More began surging behind him howling when others snapped their gazes as tendrils from the warp dug into them. I laughed utterly infuriated knowing a daemon had been watching too closely, "Throne! That's...uh, oh!" Multiple sulfuric orange eyes glowered with blackened wisps hissing, out of sheer aggravation to thrust one pistol firing point blank to send brain and bone matter out of a silent man's frozen scream. He limply fell over twitching violently until I raised myself partially relieved.

They don't feel pain unless you shoot their brains out? Well, that's nice to know! I bared teeth screaming as hard as I'd been able backing away when half dozen began surging, "Aim for the heads! Heads!" I scrambled away screaming already knowing they'd succeeded in doing what was intended from everything I'd seen, "Blow their fecking brains out, or do whatever...throne! Feck!" I ran being literally pursued as more sulfuric eyes appeared screeching to hunt me down. If they even grabbed me, I'd have a hunch they weren't going to be gentle.

Throwing myself by having another mad heretic smashing to a wall gave me one clean shot. I shot him from the side sending him twitching into grateful death. Oh, too many! Too many! I roared out frustrated when inevitably being overwhelmed as various mad men bypassed Krieger, or Sororita and Sigur who kicked one in the balls to stab viciously into a skull. Breathing heavily I shouted one last time hoping someone heard my damned suggestion, "Find Skit and find Tartarus! Find Skit...oh, fecking grox shit!"

I sprinted away darting to shoot another snapping snarling heretic dead, if only barely as I looked up scowling. Dozens were swarming past scuffling piles, or outright ignoring chain-swords hacking desperately to alleviate. Each Sororita struggled wildly, flinging or outright slamming enhanced power armor fists smashing skulls literally into splattering paste. Yet they'd been far too occupied as I rapidly backed away to catch Anora's cyan helm's eye slits. In mid swing with a weapon tearing effortlessly flesh and muscle.

Straining immensely I just managed despite wincing and barely standing through numbed legs I conveyed one message. You find Skit, you find Tartarus and you'll find me where that daemon wants me alive...Anora. Breaking that connection abruptly I looked right into glowering sulfuric eyes of dozens, if not more appearing heretics leaping out of the warp. Even more of their number shoved past those entangled in deadly grapples and I only stared momentarily to just grin, "All, or nothing! Come and get me you ugly feckers!"

Laughing undeniably I shot twice sending another limply falling and over I never looked back. My heart raced as adrenaline surges were increased, I knew without a doubt it'd all been planned. The one daemon in which everything had been twisted, or broken in the Materium had finally acted to deal with an obvious problem. It's patience to bring myself to it had ended, I only envisioned it to be unfathomably impatient. And as such I laughed knowingly, I promised I'd make these heretical mad men work to regret thinking it'd be easy.


"By the Holy Father, I curse that reckless insolent child!" An incited Sororita shrieked when viewing Marcos fleeing while cutting down an abomination which gurgled into muted silence. The blessed chain-swords roared screeching to tear asunder flesh as she flung a headless corpse aside, "He can't outrun them, Sister!" Her vox suits internal mechanized communications partially in static to another fellow battle sister in crimson black power armor rammed a serrated blade to tear skull from spine showering them both in gore, "How can you be so certain?"

Firing a holy blessed shell exploding another cranium into pieces of white and red meat, "The warp is preventing him from telling us everything psychically, Alicia! He thinks we're blind to signs...stupid, reckless and idiot boy! He knew they'd go after him!" She screamed furiously cutting down foe after foe soaking tainted filth upon once holy grounds, "And we can't pursue, or we fail in our task! Do you not see what is happening?"

Smashing limbs underneath power armored boots to viciously tear a howling heretic into pieces Alicia strained her voice, "By the blessed light of our Emperor...he's gone mad!" Lunging aside to literally crush a filth soaked heretic into the wall and smashing the head into oozing darkened crimson, "But you heard the acting-inquisitor's commands, Sister! We find that servo-skull, we find the lady-inquisitor and we can find him again, for it gives me faith alone to say he's not completely mad yet!" Screams of blissful relief were cut short as the two Sororita moved together reliving scuffling brawls of Kriegers who were waning inevitably.

Grunts, or shrieks began loosening in sheer volume as dozens surged beyond their rear sensing calls of wicked delight. Bolt pistols clicked soundly making both Sisters of Battle to let loose a battle-cry equally damning and enraged to take down heretical foes. Limbs severed, heads cut and shredded bodies were left in their wake unable to quell their internal vengeance for one who'd provoked them yet again. I will make you endure a thousand litanies of penance for your stupidity, boy! By the Holy Father's blessing will, I shall uphold said vow until he repents!

One Krieger failed in deflecting an unholy weapon impaling him through a shoulder and there was a muffled howling. Alicia quickly beheaded his would be killer proclaiming over vox modulators, "The absence of faith is the mark of the heretic! Taste the holy blade of purity, begone and be judged you heretical beasts!" Slicing aside several in a shower of gore and screams the chain-swords serrated edges roared seeking more to cleanse. Between the two one by one, mad heretical humans fell and forever remained still.

"Rejoice for you are cleansed! Rejoice and perish!" Anora continued shouting to slam a fist underneath other's jawline sending spinal fluid and cord hanging partially due to jagged points. Tossing the corpse aside she flung herself stabbing, or slicing anything as per what a small child whose sheer inability to effectively agitate herself became pronounced. As another heretic fell apart her rage became far too uncontrollably, "Damn! That! Child!"

Lasgun fire rarely managed to streak upward, or got violently sent into walls sending granite lose. Pieces fell randomly obscuring their clustered foes, but every chain-sword swung without abandon and struck fiercely vicious in due to their wielder's will. Bloodied swaths of liquid stained heathens, purified will made their sinned damnation nullified and swift vengeance rightfully proclaimed unyielding desire to cut down all. Neither power armor user slowed willingly, but had succumbed to humane limit while chanting their praises of valor to all. Kriegers freed from their doom, or severely wounded sagged to charge ominously allowing bayonets to plunge into heretical fallen enemies that soon fell.

Not one was spared, or mercifully granted peace as twisted humane foes turned to only be impaled on blessed weaponry of zealous purpose. Anora plunged one churning blade upwards as her fellow Sister of Battle beheaded said target rigorously chanting, "Fear not the mutant, the heretic or those who defy the faith of our Holy Father! Praise the God Emperor, who shall smile upon us and grant absolution to those seeking their folly of Chaos!" Together they tore apart a score of shrieking pushing with staggering korpsmen finishing, or outright slamming into of exposed backs assisting their fellows all too inspired to tear apart mutations.

Among brawling forms Anora scowled, "How is that filthy lecher still breathing!" Alicia looked over after smashing another skull into solid granite coloring an entire face crimson, "Perhaps Marcos speaks true of the Emperor looking out...for those of faith." The lone storm-trooper had both helmet and mask torn off as he screamed undeniably incensed to wrestle around with two mutated heretics, a knife and firearm going off anywhere. His elbow dropped thunderously to snap a neck inward as the bloodied blade glimmered in violently and wildly puncturing a skulls exterior. His face once pale normally turned red screeching angrily to poke an eye, "Feck off me, ya bastard!"

One fell as another swiped infused blades skimming a padded chest in making a man spear tackling out of sheer desperation. Both tumbled grappling each other behind several brawling bodies as Alicia made way smacking aside enemies to cut them down in sputtering gory ends. Anora laughed mainly impressed to remark over the Sororita's vox, "Despicable yet effective! He's a fool who pretends disgustingly, but a fool capable to hold true to his place!" Neither held any fondness for the man who began flung an arm back snarling to grasp a helmet's strap.

And without hesitation began beating a cultist's head inwards while yelling furiously, "Ya better stay dead! Emperor help ya!" Alicia and Anora laughed earnestly to praise tenacity as the storm trooper screamed in sheer disbelief, "Throne, die you...ah fecking shit!" Another heretic came barreling into him mid way between smashing a skull and looking up to get sent tumbling backward in a myriad spiraling of limbs. His screaming alone and sheer feral actions made blood splatter ideally amusing to witness, if only out of sheer bemusement.

Far too content to cease cutting down another heretic, Anora gestured towards her fellow battle sister who shook her head grudgingly, "Fine! I'll assist the lecher for your sake, sister and I pray he is humbled." Returning to cutting a path into throngs of screams, or muffled snarls kept her strikes precise to tear asunder limbs bellowing assured victory, "Take heart sons of Krieg! For the Emperor smiles upon us, end these heathens and mutations by serving their twisted skulls from corrupted hearts! Show no mercy, show no quarter and fight in the Emperor's name!"

With the chain-sword held high it descended vertically craving through one mutations shoulder and came across leaving gushing torso pieces. Surging korpsmen behind lined up to charge as one line striking ferociously sending mutated humans wailing in anger, or shock to have bayonets impaled their ragged faces. Flesh tore freely, to spill stains of corruption and victorious Kriegers ruthlessly stabbed until pieces of bone remained. Anora accommodatingly proclaimed gleefully gesturing forward with a spent bolt pistol wishing to load more scared munitions but had to zealously keep the korpsmen's momentum, "Steel your spirit, harden your resolve and push forward proud sons of Krieg! Seek atonement in war, seek death to be at peace and seek to purge out the heretic for they dare believe we will falter through vile trickery! Praise the Emperor, for his light to know we fight for him and die in his name!"

Wordless triumphant roars were felt yet not unseen when korpsmen rapidly took down foes. Some leaping onto backs to sharply stab, or cut down legs to reach heads where they'd fire and impale bloodied dripping points of divine instruments. Staring proudly over masked men who feared nothing, gave everything and oozed undeniable fortitude to become deadly precise instruments unable to be slowed, or dared to feel pain itself. Ahead among thinning foes was a square of Kriegers being led as the master-sergeant held firm with one last pistol in hand firing at exposed foreheads, "Rally to your brethren sons of Krieg, show no mercy and join them for they stand unwavering with your Sergeant who fears no heathen!"

A dozen korpsmen viciously stomped upon writhing mutations of humane heresy to form one solid line shoulder to shoulder. Every bayonet leveled as Anora raised her weapon indicating to unleash a damning volley, "Aim your weapons, korpsmen! Aim, pray and unleash the Emperor's fury upon these wretched heretics who dared to believe we'd falter, to fail and never shall our Holy Father leave those who are faithful to him in life!" Angrily swinging downward as one dozen korpsmen opened fire crackling thunderously, rapidly and unflinching to strike backs of foes who cried out delighted ironically safeguarding would be victims.

Flashes of red snaps and crackling arose in sheer volume as Anora watched it through her own helm. Vectors locked onto most foes which numbered possibly twenty, or more besieging unwavering korpsmen who got impaled either in shoulders, or legs. None dared to fall yet knelt locked in mortal harm as an entire rear fell providing a route of victorious cleansing, "Charge korpsmen! Show them the meaning and folly of being the hammer of our Emperor!" She screamed sending surging masked men sprinting wordlessly and silently yet their zealous hatred of all mutations sent them colliding with every bayonet piercing flesh.

Seething heavily her weapon ejected an empty magazine to slap another in firmly, "For the blessings of the faithful to our Emperor, I consign those to taste holy retribution and vengeance! For you stain the air, for you defile humanity with shame with your every breath!" Locking onto targets her helm fired a holy bolt weapon sending headless, or partial skulls over those seeking death's closed embrace. Booming shots echoed to make an ear bleed as white yellow flashes illuminated those who'd fallen rightfully to their undeniable will of faithful fury.

More mutated corrupted heretical men fell screaming far more akin to agony due to holy blessed rounds burning Chaos's taint. Anora never once missed to send most to their knees proudly proclaiming to send droves of Kriegers to tear their enemy apart, "Fight until no more stand, sons of Krieg! Kill all, spare none and leave all to suffer the wrath of our Emperor who shall judge their damnation to know your sins are fulfilled for spilling the corruption's blood. Kill as per your purpose, kill them and never show mercy to those who'd dared to turn their backs on the Holy Father of mankind!" Her vox modulators cracked fiercely breathing in almost utterly taken back for glory, beauty and sheer tenacity made a warm smile grow rightfully.

Engel Aladwin pointed towards an enemy dashing forward knife and pistol in hand as he ducked underneath a heretic's cursed blade. Almost flashing underneath in glinting light the Krieger master-sergeant kicked an enemy in his sternum to stab a knife lodging it secured, confidently and effortlessly placing three shots sending said enemy limply aside. He disappeared among several as Anora watched smiling to know their victory came with consolation of spilling blood long since overdue to be purified, "Fight well and die, son of Krieg. Or live, if only to endure killing to do humanity a glorious service to safeguard the faithful and innocent."

Turning around to see staggering korpsmen whose arm lay in shambles fell forward dying due to extensive blood loss. Another weakly raised a knife before slumping over against a wall and one more remained still due to the lack of a head rolling partially. But another yet lived with their chest faintly as she walked over to look down, "Rest korpsmen." She knelt down to place a hand over the masked soldier's chest easing his passing, "Fear not of failure, I know you were next to the boy and rest in peace knowing he shall endure...to keep his vows to you." The mask tilted over weakly clutching a knife through numbing fingers as her gaze softened envisioning another who'd not lightly die, but in a far more terrible and chosen said destined fate.

Fingers inevitably loosen to allow a weapon clattering faintly as his chest stilled staring blankly upwards. Anora closed both eyes concealing grief, pain and openly prayed seeking salvation for those brave to welcome their ends. Father of mankind, do these sons of Krieg will and have them earn their place at your side. Do not disfavor them, for another holy son gave them their purpose and consigns himself to horrors for their deeds, please...forgive me for selfishly asking this request. Let the child pass without pain, if he manages to earn your favor and if not, I wish not to see him again for I fear I most do so myself.

Moisture leaked down a cheek causing an undeniable tightness treacherously exposing sin of her own doing. Yet her gaze hardened to linger a gauntlet on the dead corpse vowing resolved, "If mercy is granted, I shall make it quick. No matter how much you wish, or beg to yourself boy...corruption of body, mind and soul cannot be overlooked. Go with the God Emperor's blessing to pray your end is met dying as what you wish, Marcos. Run well, or die with sin!" She confessed staring past scores of torn corpses which pooled a stream of crimson ironically trailing down the same place a boy laughed forcefully lying to all.

The young child's smile may have seemed genuinely indifferent, or seemingly full of joy to do what he'd always done. Yet her helm's visor replayed an image to see eyes glistening and were of a person who'd known of what it'd entitle. Damn you, Marcos! Why did you believe to have us think we'd ever wanted to kill you? Unseen laughter kept ringing hollowly inside speakers as her eyes remained clenched gritting teeth. His eyes were still on a visor's interior to see them almost exhaustively soften as images stilled slower.

And now because of your latest folly? She laughed softly unable to resist feeling one trailing liquid seemingly dip underneath a placid smile. The truth would inevitably reveal whether his decision made his own demise as a holy son, or another heretic to end. Either way it'd lead to one absolved act to wipe away all doubt, or hesitation. You stupid, wretched and naive child have succeeded to make me wish I'd never known you. You for always knew they'd run after you, effortlessly deciding to give us precious time to complete our mission, to sacrifice your own idiocy and in that alone is worth granting you mercy. For you and I know, without doubt that daemon will break you long before we reach you...but you knew that anyway stupid fool.


I laughed harshly vaulting over a long metallic railing where ruined vehicles lay abandoned and I shot past them breathing heavily. Psychic will really makes things harder, doesn't it? I questioned sardonically realizing the warp blanketed walls kept up wherever I ran, or rather something had been adjusting rather knowingly. Behind smashing glass forced my eyes lividly seeing dozens, if not more growing numbers of howling heretics unable to feel pain, or tired out as my own limbs were stiffening all too naturally.

"Oh, throne!" I said darting immediately right narrowly avoiding a subtle shift within that wall and it pursed when I stared pointedly, "You want my blood? Earn it first!" I hissed excitedly feeling every single inch of flesh screaming for rest and yet I endured it knowing limits would be hit eventually. Exhaling sharply I glanced back just to see a relentlessness hounding man shrieking to expose a gaping mouth of serrated and curling teeth, "Finally! Something useful!"

The auto-pistol came up when I shot to see a blood splattering mist go through his jawline and upwards into air. He fell limply giving me time to breath partially when running across right towards another street, "Wonderful! More open ground, not too bad!" I scowled seeing crashed wheeled vehicles, or lines of people who had probably were trying to flee for their lives whenever their city became Chaos's literal bloodied turf. I peered intensively searching for any routes, alleyways or even side streets to try to keep these heretics far away as possible.

Nothing...nothing useful, I'll be cornered and then things will get nasty. I glared irritably to look back seeing dozens of these maddening men howling, or shrieking as every pair of eyes glowered bright orange ominously. Even with fading psychic will I saw tendrils extending outwards over an entire horde ascending gradually, I almost laughed of sheer disbelief. It looked like an entire hand extending and to curl downwards as if something wanted to crush myself, I refused to humor what would happen if those tendrils locked into place.

Motivation became far too easily found as I ran gauging where buildings, or alleyways made interlocked to hit another main street. No, no, no this isn't a hive city, idiot! I thought sourly twitching my jaw when I came towards one vehicle partially smashed, I jumped sliding over shards of glass to stumble once and kept running breathing heavily due to heat surging dangerously within. I glanced over a shoulder frowning openly to see stampeding mad men either jumping over said obstacle, or another slamming face to land crookedly due to legs breaking.

Can't keep playing a hope they'll stay at a distance, I'm already slowing down and I fecking hate it! Throne, I swear if I didn't pick something to draw them off, I'd like to know what they do for fun! Sarcastically aware I realized dourly when sounds forced my eyes to widen suddenly as distant glass shattered ahead. More had appeared due to massive tendrils siphoning off my own senses as I looked towards one alley way muttering resigned, "All, or nothing!"

Snarling made my hand sharply raise itself urgently as a trigger pulled. With one cracking flash another round sent one mad men jerking silently into death itself. I immediately slanted rightward to see groups in both peripherals. Too many, way too many! Blackened tendrils altered to follow as I shouted uncontrollably frustrated realizing whatever had been manipulating an entire warp had been observing, "Oh go feck off! Come and get me yourself, I can do this all day! Throne...fecking daemon!" I ranted whipping past bloody hand-prints which were forming on granite walls, I ignored it knowing I'd just tempted something incredibly bad.

Great now I know the Emperor is smiling upon me, there's blood seeping out of walls now! Real good sign! I anxiously noticing above looming buildings to see streams of bloodied crimson, "Grox shit!" I also noting with increasing detail to see a mainly turned sky an almost blackened orange as unnatural lightning seemingly struck across sickly. Shivering unnaturally flattered I smiled widely noticing an increasing amount of dead ends, "Oh, no!" I reassured myself chuckling to see very few ways to making things incredibly interesting to experience.

Howling echoed when I looked back to see lightning flashing sinister in illuminating waterfalls of blood from every building and soon another disturbing image began. Whipping around a corner I skidded into liquid cursing disgustedly, "Gross!" My hand reared itself outward bracing as I came within inches coughing to only notice the warp flickering dangerously. I stared bewildered when the wall itself lunged forming a humane face with people screaming endlessly, I yelped backing away feeling hair on arms sticking upwards.

"Throne fecking shit!" I looked back seeing another way do that same damning symphony of shrieking and unlike another it'd full of children crying out endlessly, "What the feck is this shit!" I ran beyond motivated due to hearing howling of mad men being drawn to an unworldly sensation making my blood chilling itself, or rather making what little brain going haywire! This is not possibly, a warp rift is sealed and there's no gate for the reality to be...be twisting! Or maybe it is, oh...feck I got problems now!

Two buildings met along one solid wall looming with barbed wire and eyeless heads screaming in synchronized shrieking. Bad, bad, bad! I backed away staring angrily to hear an innumerable amount of voices crying out for help, begging for mercy, children crying for their parents to save them and so many others I had to block both ears gnashing teeth. I hissed irritated knowing a headache was already on it's way entirely assured, "Glad to know you enjoy to know my pain and agony, should I feel flattered or worried?"

Howling came closer as I looked around vividly chewing on what little lho-stick left to noticing something interestingly. That'll have to do, but I hate heights! I groaned angrily to see a ladder leading upwards towards levels where people might have either jumped, or escaped for emergency situations pertaining to a fire, possibly. But I wasn't being picky considering emergency wasn't even remotely justified to whisper harshly, "More like a nightmare!"

Lightly running in place I breathed rapidly to back up sprinting to run up onto a buckled trash can and stretched both arms. I gnashed both jawlines tightly biting my own tongue as I hoisted myself up two bars, "I hate heights!" My leg managed to lift itself as a knee burning due to being used to get upward, I climbed rapidly not even looking behind. Those mad men were probably already down there, so distance was too tempting to earn.

Window after window stained in blood as hand prints and screaming faces were endlessly crying out with bloodied streams pouring above. I almost slipped when reaching the first level to run nimbly avoiding clanking bone into metal, "Gross, gross, gross!" I seethed feeling warmth sloshing off ledges when I ran up metallic stairs and kept circling upwards, I got higher to view rooftops to exhale exhaustively noting most were too high. Lightning flashed again yet instead of thunder a chorus of wailing moans and groans forced my spine to stiffening unnaturally.

My boots were slamming loudly due to metal itself shaking uncontrollably when I peered over an edge pistol first. They...can jump that fecking high! What! I shook my head utterly torn on laughing insanely or just screaming aggravated at this point. The pistols barrel snapped when dozens of these mad men were leaping below to either climb over railings, or each other while shoving giving me an ample view of everything perfectly clear to realize. I bit down screaming to move up past stairs and ignoring screaming pleas of help from various humane souls of people once living inside said building, I felt guilty mainly for making them speak again.

Around and around I kept climbing ascending level after level to occasionally fire a shot, or two stalling pursuers. Can't they just fecking quit, my knees are literally glass and needles for Emperor's sake! I raged firing between small metallic grating to hit one mad heretic luckily, an audible groan of straining made my neck bunch up. Too many had climbed up, too many unnatural humans pulled or shoving each other to have rusted metal buckling.

I bellowed furiously finally fed up to sprint without considering restraint, "Great! Fecking great, I hope I see your fecking face you grox shit joking daemon! Real funny, aren't you!" I ranted and ranted firing blindly down every time when getting closer to that damned rooftop, yet I saw lightning stretching endlessly above crackling akin to bones splintering and soon rumbling akin to water descending made me pause immediately. Warily I looked up exasperated to feel a droplet strike my cheek, I wiped it aside to numbly to joke softly, "Bloody rain."

The warps entirely literally flickered so much I had to cease peering into it, or risked going blind yet every natural sense froze again. A windows reflection shimmered to seemingly boil to my owlish expression, "Don't tell me it really listened, oh...throne." I sprinted wildly climbing two steps, or anything beyond one avoiding to slip or even slam face first desperately feeling undeniable terror growing unnaturally quick. Instinctual sensations akin to tingling, or outright cold never ceased in an ending spiral of potency.

Why the feck is it...just why! I roared beyond infuriated to look down as heretic men snarled, "Shut up!" I snapped internally fed up to start firing only to hear a prominent clack, "Great timing!" I screamed utterly amazed and equally furious! Blindly I threw a useless piece of metal striking another to abandon reason entirely for getting off this demented ladder. Nothing among reality made sense, or rather it'd been utterly twisted to mirror the warp itself since I utterly couldn't imagine anything and I felt only unfathomably terrified.

Two floors remained much to a thankful relief to just avoid staring, or ducking under molding shapes trying to impede myself. Arms, hands and what the feck is that thing! I yelped constantly to slice and jab bloodied hands with skeletal figures came crawling out, "Emperor damn you! What the feck are you, huh? What are you!" I shrieked trying to channel psychic might yet only eye blinding light made my body violently tumble forward! I groaned biting down to have blood seemingly blind myself and slipped naturally backpedaling to hear snarling below.

What is happening to the warp now? Blinding light seemingly burned every attempt I tried manifesting psychic vision, or flames which sizzled flesh acidic. Literally reality had be breaking down, or something had just bent it somewhere over a veil I'd believed to be stabilized. Yet I was being proven wrong so much, I almost wanted to laugh hopelessly annoyed. It's fecking like...oh, Emperor no! This is exactly what Tartarus said when the immaterium meets our reality and shit, I'm standing right in the middle of it, or else by throne I'm going mad!

My gaze numbly trailed to faces crying out with bloodied, or burnt limbs all wordlessly begging to die through eyeless lockets. No, I'm not mad...the daemon is literally making reality mad! I shook laughing undeniably terrified without doubt, I couldn't handle seeing what in the Emperors name nearly killing me months ago. If that then drove me to my sane comprehension, then this took everything and called it a grox shitting for fun! Nothing else came close, I understood and a chilling fact arose when everything was far too twisted.

"You're really coming to get me, personally." I whispered smiling terrified to stare upwards as a rooftop seemingly shimmered far too innocently. Glancing down I noticed glowering orange eyes stationary directly below, "And someone is telling you to heel, feck me." In fact silence below save for heavy unnatural breathing of snarling maws were too still coincidentally. My eyes closed tightly struggling to avoid trembling, to not allow tears or rational understanding to have a heart give out, or I'd probably have shot myself honestly.

This really isn't some force of fecking grox shitting nature...it makes that it's bitch. I thought staring coldly below to feel descending droplets of heating blood beginning to pour as if one had cried. Throne I'm going to die, aren't I? Wonderful, simply wonderful. I exhaled hatefully to slam one boot down to begin kicking an entire metal railing. It clattered initially fostering signs of hopeful hints for gravity and luck inducing rust to break loose off an entire floor, I stopped only when an unnatural giggling embedded in wind wafted past.

My hopes became ironically dust as clattering silenced itself, after I'd kicked it six times exactly. Drenched in bloodied showers I looked up again shaking my head tensely gritting teeth, "I get it." I knew for certain daemons were manifestations of will, purpose and were part of whatever made them to come into the materium physically. They'd be able to shift, mold or even twist reality's very fabric to drive non-psykers slowly mad because nothing couldn't be explained, for it'd happen and nothing left save to scream dying inevitably.

But as a psyker I wasn't given an overt simple fate to die. I'm seeing everything, I'm seeing reality collapse and I can only watch horrified...nothing matters, since matter is a joke? I strained to keep sanity in place as above titanic monstrosities akin to waves surged to make even a skyline hypnotic with potent streams of neon orange crackling. However I came to one damning answer to just understand what was happening, or I'd risk insanity's inevitable consuming urge due to being a mere human psyche.

Whatever awaited above me was not a monster, not daemon or anything remotely indescribably into words. It changed whatever it'd pick on whims, so much of the warp was within it and condensed, it'd bend reality into whatever nightmarish landscape because it could do so. Nothing more, or nothing less and I was right in front of it. I'd been given flattering consideration to witness warp and reality meeting together for an ideal preview of Chaos's surge to consume this world entirely. Feck it really, really is really pissed off.

Absently I padded where two small warm sensations were intensively growing as warmth seeped into flesh. My arm subtly burned as I grimly accepted humorous wonders, "You'll get your duel and vengeance, xenos." I mouthed quietly to laugh a loud barking ascending all too happily to know, if I died it really didn't matter anymore. There was no escaping what wouldn't allow myself a flickering hope, I had to do an insane mission of somehow fending off this daemon to have Tartarus or someone else to do better.

But one last thing remained to doom myself, or damn myself if seeing another day proved somewhat possible. The so called stage of perfection needed to be ironed out, I had tempt something that could alter reality nearly into a fight and survive. I casually climbed up steps sloshing aside bloodied eyes appearing half lidded to stare whenever I moved, "I'll need a fecking lho-stick after this, or go to a shrine to just maybe to pray happily. Fecking daemons!" I muttered equally insane to find humorous among little chance of seeing anything sane again at all ever. And I died...I felt it coming as I smiled tiredly.

As soon as I stepped over drenched bloody granite everything seemingly faded to shimmering particles. I blinked seeing light and it quickly flashed making my vision go dark. And without understanding I started falling backward to voicelessly screaming. It seemed endless and without warning I felt an undeniable chill running up my spine. I fell endlessly hearing laughter, shrieking and innumerable cries of dead humans seeking help that which would never come. Yeah, death is pretty peaceful. Yet somehow I stilled managed to smile while screaming into oblivion as a faint laughter echoed distantly amused.


My eyes suddenly opened as I shouted endlessly clutching a chest where a heart thunderously beat. Looking around wildly I found myself on a rooftop where I was surrounded by hunched over heretical mad men, "Feck...where... what, happened?" I looked around seeing nothing except a dusty desolate city whereas wind whipped across normally. Peering nervously I channeled psychic might to see the warp seemingly still relatively normal, or stable somewhat.

Getting up shakily sweating to inhale on an actual lho-stick I shook myself down to see a sky darkened yet not entirely horrifying. I slapped myself once to feel stinging pain to remark chuckling nervously and suddenly I looked over to my right. Behind hunched over drooling, or eyeless heretical humans who twitched involuntarily I spotted an all too subtle serene shroud glimmering. My eyes were owlishly wide when a faint mirthful laughter followed by a voice mimicking an all too smug, if not bemused behind a silver blank mask.

Esdainn's solid form seemingly faded into view with arms crossed behind to tilt innocently surprised, "Did you enjoy your time under my welcoming preparations, little mon'keigh?" I stared lho-stick partially hanging out to see metallic runes of some-sort glowering subtly, or even possibly fading as the masked xeno psyker rapidly dispatched two dozen mad heretics by snapping it's fingers. They all fell over gagging on bloodied foam, or simply had an involuntarily spasms to have heads imploding softly spilling out brain matter.

I shakily pointed to flick ash honestly trembling, "Esdainn...you did all that to me?" I questioned straining to smile as twitching became far too uncontrollably open, "Yes, mon'keigh. You were quite impressive to not lose your fragile mind, I expected you to cry sooner than later." The xeno spoke in my own voice genuinely intrigued, if not outright laughing musically to have my heart settle onto an explosive rate of fecking jealously, sheer disbelief and just fecked up admiration to not give this xeno a pissed off answer at all.

"That was a bad, bad and but fecking amazing joke...fecking xeno! You lying grox shit!" I hollowed laughing to fall backwards clapping undeniably amazed. Throne, what a show! I completely laughed and utterly applauded thunderously to have Esdainn partially bow all too flatteringly. Emperor damn me, I can't believe it! A fucking xeno with a sense of humor, I am mad...throne, throne thank you! You're a sick twisted feck, Esdainn and you know that!

The mask tilted itself all too smugly as Esdainn's tone bordered on genuine mystification, "You are too kind to compliment your superior being, mon'keigh! But it is welcomed." I wasn't remotely deterred to walk over eagerly literally begging a xeno to give me a hint as I'd imagined everything of a nightmare to know as a joke? My smile widely reflected in said mask as the xeno's palpable bemusement couldn't hide itself, "Please fecking tell me how and where to start that mind trip! Please Esdainn...for the Emperor's sake?"

By the throne I tried innocently regardless of heresy! Please, I really want to know! I couldn't deny or even remotely feel angered to not see that was beyond reality defying. If that was possible alone through skill, or even anything I'd have to ask. The masked psyker merely tilted itself ponderously to shake negatively, "Your inferior mind and perception, while commendable for a mon'keigh is not capable to hold a mere candle, as you'd put it...crass to those capable, if still you words are accurately proven." Despite using my own voice which sounded surreal still, I swore it still carried hints of undeniable bemusement to say unassumingly, or I wasn't envisioning said experience again in awe.

Glaring briefly until sighing loudly I still pouted hissing lowly, "Fecking idiot! Esdainn had to be you, of course!" I calmed down considerably staring utterly lost to ask it one question, "When did you start following me? Before, or after those guys ambushed my friends and I?" Following the masked psyker who walked leisurely to stare over an entire street, I peered below seeing corpses in similar fashions to ones behind whistling amazed.

I checked both pockets to feel two auto-pistols still secured as I awkwardly resisted to say these next words. Yet I strained to convey my honesty, "And thanks! Thank you, very much Esdainn!" The masked psyker hardly seemed less than amused, "Your thanks is...expected, but nonetheless not needed. For you have kept your word, as such I have need of your mundane expectations." It sounded utterly bored much to my grimacing to puff out smoke trying to resist. But inevitably I couldn't control what I said next of out sheer disbelief.

"Fecking xeno." I remarked shaking my head not even willing to imagine it'd care save for it replying indifferent viewing over an entire city, "Before." I glared knowingly to point out through gritted teeth, "And you didn't help us? Why?" It's very answer I'd expected caused one hand to clench tightly around an auto-pistol's grip, "You know that answer, mon'keigh. I don't need to waste thoughts, as your stage has been prepared adequately."

The taller humanoid merely turned to lightly grip my shoulder wordlessly securing any outburst, or choice words. You're someone I hope I never have to see again, Esdainn. I only spoke psychically quietly to stare where eyes should have been fixated on a distant source of melodious music, or instruments performing. Even when a subtle shift to alleviate gravity, I verbally warned it causing a faint tremble of amusement. Yet I wasn't laughing when I promised it grinning, "You pull that type of joke with my friends, or I will make you wish it wasn't an illusion because I tend to keep my word, unlike a xeno."

End Chapter XX

Author's Note: So, who doubts Marcos and his inability to not see something everyone saw coming right? Oh believe me, I was severely tempted to make some incredible horrifying nightmares yet didn't anyone expect something to occur? We all know what Greater-Daemon's could do, if anything this gives you a taste of what might happen if one ever decided to shall we assume...pop out of the warp to consume a planet? I mean it's not exactly easy, to gauge or relatively shake one's perception when we're all spoiled by the love of this universe.

But alas I'll say one thing I can earnestly hate: Elder Dickery. I hope one can always imagine if this lone Eldar pskyer is that capable, I'm probably underestimating them fairly. That's simply how good they are, in terms of what they're at presently and few can argue it hadn't shocked you too to believe everything within his perspective...or, did it?

Either way, the pieces are set. Fate and Destiny have been set into motion, Marcos approaches the greatest of entertainers, guided and possibly teased for horrors about to occur. Who knows, all I know is one fact we all can agree on...Eldar are dicks and assholes. That's just their personality, or at least those who really don't interact with humans that often. No repercussions, no thoughtful consideration and simply dismissive impatience to humor brutes of simplistic understanding. But it gives a rare observation which is enough.

Still I'm drained after pulling this off, I was pondering way too much and I'm thankful it's grounded to earn your praises, or livid shock. But alas leave a review, I really, really wanted to see this reaction go down and you'll all better enjoy it. I intend to make things inevitably in the future...get really interesting if things pans out favorably. Have a good day, be safe and enjoy the weekend please.

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