Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that it has so long since I updated, well here we go. WARNING: Same as last chapter and other disturbing material, including sexual content.
Karl looked at Grabner for a moment, not sure how to proceed. He had never heard of the god Malal and the way he spoke of the god Sigmar was downright disrespectful. But his lack of knowledge of Malal was no surprise. He really only knew of the major gods of the Empire, there could be dozens of deities which he had never heard of and it seemed that this one opposed the Dark Gods as well so it seemed that they could work together. The lack of respect was still disturbing, but he had heard followers of Sigmar speak disparagingly of other gods so it was probably true the other way around. For now they were allies against a common foe and that was enough.
"Well," he said to Grabner; "How do you propose that we proceed?"
"It is too early, not all of them have arrived."
"How do you know that?" Karl asked.
"There is one I have been searching for, Dezhat the Debased. He is a mighty servant of the Dark Prince and I have promised his head to Malal.
"I have learned that he will be here to conduct the ritual that they are preparing for. He is a showman who does not like dirtying his hands with work and so will not show himself till the ritual actually begins and a ritual such as this is always takes place at sunset." Karl felt uneasy at the thought of waiting till the ritual began, which would doubtless make them stronger. Still, it seemed that Grabner seemed to know what he was doing and had fought people like those they were to face before and he was willing to bow to the other's superior knowledge on the subject.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they waited for sundown. To pass the time, as it quickly became apparent that Grabner was not one for small talk, Karl went to keep an eye on the cultists. This proved to be almost as tedious as trying to speak to Grabner. It was clear that all the preparations for the ceremony, whatever that entailed, were complete and they did not appear to be the kind of people who engaged in physical labor when they did not have to and the majority of them seemed content to lounge around, drinking and gambling or just sleeping. This continued throughout the day and it was not until near sundown that things began to change.
The cultists became more active, moving around and clearly anticipating something of significance happening. As the sun sunk from view they lit the fire and torches, from which a narcotic smoke began to pour and reminding Karl of his time among the Dark Elves. It appeared that this smoke was having the same effect, with the cultists engaging in increasingly frantic activities: some dancing wildly, others engaging in orgies while still others flogged themselves and some did all of these and more. This seemed to go one for some time before, from the gloom of the forest, a brazen horn was sounded and from the forest a second group emerged. This group clearly followed the same deity as the others, many bearing symbols similar to the ones displayed by the first group, but there many of the similarities ended. The second group, while at only a score or so, was significantly smaller than the cult, but where the cultists were dressed in city cloths the second group were clearly warriors, of a sort.
They all rode mounts: some of which might have at one point been horses and others Karl could not identify and did not think that he would want to even he could. If the mounts were unsettling, their riders were even worse. They were a mixture of men, women and several individuals who Karl wasn't sure of. They all wore armor and Karl was reminded of the Chaos warriors which he had faced while a captive of the Dark Elves. However; the armor these people wore was different. While the armor of those he had fought had been solid black the armor those arriving at the camp were a riot of color. The colors most predominate were purple and pink, though there were splashes of other colors present. The armor also differed in that much of it looked more like decorations than armor and did not cover the entire body. Many pieces appeared to be missing or to have been removed to leave parts of their bodies exposed, arms, mid-drifts and more. Some of these were necessary to accommodate mutations, the sight of which made Karl growl in disgust.
The mutations were visible all parts of their bodies, some more extreme than others. There was one whose left arm was nearly twice as long and muscular than his other arm and in the place of skin there were serpent scales. A woman had grown a second pair of arms, but in the place of hands there were long, hooked claws. Others had horns, one had a tail and others had mutations even more bizarre. Despite all of these; however, Karl's eyes were drawn to the one leading the group, a tall and muscular man riding what appeared to be a large serpent. At first Karl thought that the man was free of mutations, but a closer look showed that that was not the case.
The man had hair which was black as midnight and his eyes were blue, but not like normal blue eyes, instead his whole eyes were a glowing cobalt. He wore minimal armor which left of his body exposed and, looking at it more closely, Karl saw that his body was perfect, almost too perfect. To be the leader of a group of warriors someone had to have seen their share of combat and yet, there was not one scare anywhere on his body, which appeared to give off a golden glow. The wind shifted bringing their scent to Karl. The whole pack of them stank of Chaos, magic and perfume. It seemed that Karl and Grabner would be facing far more than numbers and muscle. Sounds of movement behind Karl drew his attention, turning he saw that Grabner had come up to stare down at the camp as well.
"I take it that that fine fellow is Dezhat the Debased?" Grabner nodded.
"So do we attack now, or do we wait for dark?"
"We wait for them to begin the actual ritual. Once they do that they will find that they are in for a rather unpleasant surprise." As he said that his voice took on a tone that Karl was not sure that he liked, it was a combination of, hunger, eagerness and bloodlust. Still, Karl did not think that he could take the entire group by himself and that would mean abandoning the children and that he was not willing to do.
As soon as Dezhat and his companions arrived the cultists ceased their activities and began moving about in a purposeful manner. They gathered around the fire and a number of them began to pound on drums and play on strange flutes which produced strange sounds which were simultaneously haunting and disturbing at the same time. As the music continued a man in a pink silk robe moved to stand before the fire. He raised his arms and his sleeves fell down to reveal a number of tattoos on his arms, which seemed to glow as he began to chant.
Inside Karl the wolf howled with loathing as the chanting continued. The smell of magic intensified and the rest of the group began to dance wildly around the fire. Karl heard muttering beside him and saw that Grabner had also begun to chant, though his was more of a low hiss, the sound of it made Karl's skin crawl. As he continued to chant he began to change. On the outside nothing seemed to be different, but somehow to Karl it seemed that he was growing larger and more powerful. Also, like the tattoos on the chanting man's arms, runes which Karl had not seen before on Grabner's sword and armor began to glow and there was almost a…hunger radiating from the blade. The man was making Karl increasingly uneasy, but he was distracted by what was going on down in the camp.
The warriors, apart from Dezhat, had left the chanting cultists and moved into several of the tents. They soon returned dragging the village children through the cultists and right up to the fire. As the chanting continued each of the warriors produced either knives or in some cases claws and held these to the children's throats. As this happened the fire changed, taking on a purple hue and the smoke both also changed color and began to coalesce, taking on a vaguely human-like shape, though bigger. Karl was not entirely sure what was going on, but it was fairly obvious what was going to happen to the children if he did not act. He rose and drew his pistol. Beside him Grabner broke off his chanting to grab Karl's arm.
"Wait." He hissed, but Karl shook him off. He had come to save the children and he would not sit idly by and watch them be slaughtered.
He headed down the hill and ran towards the fire. All eyes were on the ritual and none saw him approach till he was on them. The cultists for the most part were too enraptured to notice him and he pushed his way through them in order to get to the warriors. He was halfway through them when they at last began impede his progress. At first they seemed to think that he was one of them attempting to get a better view. At last some of them seemed to realize that he was not one of them and they also noticed his weapons.
"An intruder!" One of them cried out. Soon others took up the cry and the whole of them turned on Karl. All of this drew the attention of the warriors, including their leader. He turned and regarded Karl. Karl assumed that the man and his entourage would attack straight away, they did not. Instead they continued the ritual, content to leave Karl to be dealt with by their minions, who rushed towards him in a mass. Karl had to frantically fire off his pistol and then grab for his other weapons.
They had numbers on their side and they used that fact to surround him and come at him from all sides and all of them were armed. However; while they were numerous, fierce and seemingly completely without fear, they lacked discipline. They rushed at Karl, clearly relying on their numbers and ferocity to overwhelm him. Karl for his part frantically lashed out in all directions in a desperate attempt to drive them back. They made little effort to either block or evade his attacks and several fell dead and a number of others were wounded, but these loses did not appear to discourage the rest, indeed, they seemed to almost be enjoying the wounds that they suffered. All the while Dezhat and his warriors continued to chant. Even worse Karl realized that Grabner was nowhere to be seen. He had thought that the man would be right behind him, but there was no sign of him. He did not have much time to think about it as the cultists continued to press in on him. This caused him to reach a decision, he would have to take on his wolven form. Even if Grabner saw him he would simply run away. Before he could do anything; however, a chores of screams caused him to look behind him.
The warriors had, as one, slit the throats of the children as they cried out in ecstasy. Even as he roared in rage and denial Karl saw the smoke coalesce into a large, vaguely human-shaped form. It stepped from the fire and Karl was able to see far it more clearly. The figure was female, but clearly not human. She, or rather it, was tall, taller even than Karl. Its skin was a pale pink with long, purple hair. Its legs were reverse-jointed and ended in hooves instead of feet. Its hands ended in claws and it had a long sinuous tail which looked to be as long as a man was tall. It was wrapped in a near transparent substance which was either mist or some sort of cloth, Karl was not sure which. Its eyes were violet in color and they seemed to glow as the creature smiled down at Dezhat, a smile which was a mingling of love, benevolence and tinged with condescension.
"Beloved," it said in a voice which was simultaneously smooth as silk and sweet and cloying like too much perfume; "Well done." As it spoke Dezhat bowed with a flourish which seemed to have a mocking quality to it and when he smiled up at the creature the smile lacked the looks of complete love and adoration which were on the faces of all the other warriors and cultists, who were all now ignoring Karl and were abasing themselves before the demon, for the thing could be nothing else.
"My Queen," Dezhat said, his tone slightly mocking; "I am truly honored that you could join us for tonight's festivities."
The demon, for its part laughed, a beautiful, yet tainted sound. It seemed that something was emanating from the creature. It gave off a sweet smell and it seemed to be effected all who smelled it. The warriors and cultists, with the exception of Dezhat, had all thrown themselves to the ground and moaning in ecstasy and staring up at the create in loving adoration. It looked at them and then raised its arms and addressed them all.
"I have come to you my beloved! Let us all demonstrate our devotion to the Prince!" Those assembled gave a cheer and the festivities began again, even more wild and depraved than before.
Karl found that smell, combined with the demon's words were effecting him, filling him with a desire to join the others in their debauchery. Indeed, he found himself walking towards the writhing mass of beings. He was stopped by twin burning sensations on his chest. The pain helped to clear his head and he ground to a halt. Looking down to locate the source of the burning he found that the symbols of Sigmar and Ulric that he wore were glowing, as if the presence of the demon and its power enraged them. While they protected him from the creature's influence their efforts did not go unnoticed. The demon turned its head towards him and seemed to see him for the first time. A look of disgust came across its face.
"Beloved, it seems that a twisted follower of the weak gods of the south has intruded into our holy revels. Show it the hospitality which we extent to intruders." With cries of devotion and outrage they rose and rushed at Karl.
The cultists were on him first, the warriors seemed content to hang back and let the cultists test Karl and wear him down. The cultists were weak and poorly armed, clearly they were more used to massacring villagers than fighting someone who fought back. Never the less, there were many of them and they swarmed all around Karl, stabbing, slashing and beating on him. Karl, for his part, hacked and slashed left and right. He also kicked, punched and even head-butted whenever the opportunity presented itself. Seeing that he was not getting anywhere he spun about wildly while forming a figure eight with his blades to give himself time and shifted to his wolven form.
He now towered over his attackers and lashed out with his claws, tearing apart foes and knocking them either to the ground or back into the others. His wounds healed at a faster rate and Karl allowed himself to forsake all defense to concentrate his efforts on attacking. While the wolf wanted to stay and slaughter the remaining cultists Karl had other ideas. He saw that even if he was able to overcome them all he would tire himself out and he had higher priorities. The demon was here and its presence had to be what Marx had warned him about, therefore destroying it had to be his highest priority. He dropped to all fours and charged forward.
Blows landed on him, but they failed to slow him down and within moments he burst from the ring of cultists and charged towards the demon and the warriors who still guarded it. The creature looked at him and heaved a sigh of disgust, as if it were a noblewoman vexed by the actions of a disobedient servant. It turned its head to address Dezhat.
"It would appear that your servants have failed. Perhaps you should have taught them that there can be as much pleasure in actual battle as in slaughter." It sighed again.
"Oh well, can you and your warriors do better, or shall I have to deal with the intruder myself? If it is the second I must warn you that I will be very disappointed." Dezhat seemed to bristle at his mistresses words. However; he merely smiled a dazzling smile and turned to his warriors. At a wordless signal from him they charged forward, giving tongue to an undulating war cry.
Karl knew at once that he would not be able to overcome all of the warriors. There were too many of them and they were not cultists, but warriors armed and armored. There was also the matter of their mutations, most of them no doubt would give those who bore them aid in the fight which was about to happen. No, fighting them would result only in Karl's death. If he wanted to fight the demon he would have to find a way past them. Once beyond them he would only have a short time to slay the demon before its guardians and the cultists caught up with him. At best he would slay the demon and then hope to escape from them and at worst they would slay him. While he hoped for the first if he could slay the creature then he could live with the second, so to speak.
He ran towards his oncoming foes, giving the appearance that he intended to fight them all. As they closed with him those on the flanks turned in so as to take him from the sides and rear. Seeing that he was directly facing Dezhat and not caring for his odds there Karl angled towards the one on Dezhat's right, the one with the long, scaled arm. As the mutant drew closer it swung its long arm at Karl, trying for a haymaker blow. Karl dived under it and rolled forward, coming to his feet within arm's reach of the creature. Instead of striking at it Karl leaped forward.
Tucking his legs up to his chest as he sailed towards the mutant. As they came together Karl thrust his legs forward onto the mutant's pauldrons, sinking his claws into the metal as his feet made contact. He used this anchor to pull himself forward and then to spring forward, knocking the mutant to the ground and catapulting Karl towards the demon. The warriors howled in outrage and tried to come after Karl, but several of them became tangled in one another. Karl paid them no heed, his full attention was focused on the demon before him, while it, for its part, regarded Karl with a look which suggested that Karl was something which might be capable of providing it with some mild amusement and made no effort to escape or defend itself as Karl launched himself at it.
Karl hurled himself at the creature's face, claws bared. Even with his blood up and the desire to kill the demon running high he kept his head enough to realize that he probably did not want to bite into the demon. He did not want to find out the hard way what effect consuming a demon's flesh and blood would have on his body, mind and soul. His claws lashed out tearing rents in the creature's flesh on the forearm that it brought up to block him. Purplish blood welled up from the wounds Karl's claws rent in its flesh. The demon stepped lightly to the side and Karl hurled past it, twisting to land on all fours facing the demon. It looked down on the wounds that Karl had inflicted, even leaning down to lick up the blood. It then looked at Karl and addressed him directly.
"I should thank you. Being wounded is a new sensation, one that your presence has given me the opportunity to indulge in. However; having experience it, I find that I do not enjoy it and I don't think that I shall allow you to hurt me again." Even as it spoke the wounds on its arm shrank and then disappeared altogether.
For a moment Karl considered fleeing. It was clear that the demon's ability to regenerate looked to be superior to his own and he was sure it had powerful magic at its command. Just as bad, Dezhat and the other warriors and cultists were running up and would be on him soon. It seemed that he had no choice but to run. He was not sure that he could make it, having no idea how effective the demon's magic was, but it was his only chance for survival. Just then the situation changed again. With a roar that did not sound human Grabner entered the fray. He had changed.
While still human in form he had changed. While not appearing to be any bigger he seemed to have swollen with power. With his altered eyes Karl saw the lines of magic flowing through his body and those lines were growing; it almost seemed as if the presence of the demon and the Chaos magic was making him stronger as if he were absorbing it. The same was true of his weapon, its runes were blazing with a light which seemed hungry in a way. His appearance had an instantaneous effect on the demon and its followers.
The cultists cried out in anticipation of more combat, an opinion shared apparently by the warriors, with the exception of Dezhat, who's face took on an expression of pure hatred, but it was the demon's reaction which was the most unexpected. Karl was surprised to see its expression become twisted with a mixture of loathing and what appeared to be fear, perhaps even terror. Grabner seemed supremely unaffected by the threatening cries of the cultists and warriors. Indeed, he did not even look at them, he had eyes only for the demon and Dezhat.
"Greetings, Tai'nnand Chainbreaker and your ever faithful pet." At that bit Dezhat bristled, but the demon smile and gestured towards Karl.
"It would appear that you have a pet of your own and a rather stupid one at that." Grabner just shrugged.
"One works with what one has. Regardless, these are to be your last witticisms, you really should try to do better." Those words erased any traces of humor from the demon and with a shriek of hate it sent a blast of power at Grabner.
He, for his part, raised his shield to block the attack and to Karl's amazement it did. The magic attack struck the shield and fizzled out without doing any noticeable harm, indeed it did not even slow his advance. With a cry of furry Dezhat threw himself at Grabner. Karl did not have time to watch how the battle was to end as the other warriors and cultists were on him and he barely had time to react.
He might very well have been overwhelmed and cut down despite his size and strength had it not been for the fact that they were, for the most part, ignoring him. They seemed to not even notice him as they passed, only striking at him when he was actively in their way. The demon's obvious fear of Grabner seemed to have effected them and they were desperate to reach their mistress and protect her from the warrior. Karl was quick to take advantage of this and attacked them from behind. He pulled down several of them before they seemed to realize what was going on and turned on him.
The cultists he caught were easily taken down, but the warriors were another matter altogether. Several of them turned on Karl soon found himself surrounded. They were well armed and far more resilient than the cultists. Weapons, including claws and mutated limbs, were soon raining down on him. Karl lashed out in all directions, but he failed to hold them off, claws scrapped off of metal plates and even when he did manage to hook on flesh he could not concentrate on it long enough to capitalize on it. One on one he was sure that he could have taken any of them but he could not hold back them all.
Wounds opened and regenerated all over his body, it could not go on indefinitely. If he was going to survive he would have to change the situation. He lunged forward, ignoring the wounds inflicted on him he lunged towards the warrior directly at the warrior directly in front of him. While the limb had delivered a number of heavy blows on Karl up close it was more than a hindrance and Karl was able to bear him to the ground. Before the others could intervene Karl bit the mutant's exposed throat. The mutant's blood was vile and it made Karl want to vomit; however he was so far gone in battle lust that he hardly tasted it. Indeed, the taste of blood drove the wolf to the fore and he launched himself from the mutant's body and launched himself at the others. He dealt significant damage and took it in return.
A blade was thrust into his back as he disemboweled a cultist and the female mutant thrust her claws it his gut as he ripped her head off. He was weakening and even his rage could not sustain him forever and their numbers began to tell again. Just when it seemed that he was about to be overwhelmed a shriek tore through the night. At the sound of it a number of warriors and cultists fell to the ground, blood pouring from their eyes and ears. It tore at Karl's ears as well and it was clear that the cry was, at least in part, magical in nature.
All eyes turned to where the demon was. Dezhat was on the ground, his head cloven from his body and Grabner stepping over it to approach the demon. It, for its part, sent another blast of magic towards him and again he raised his shield and the blast dissipated harmlessly against it. It also seemed that Grabner was continuing to absorb the magic being cast at him. As he drew nearer the demon attacked again, this time sending out a wave of purple smoke which shot along the ground towards Grabner. This time Grabner did not block it with his shield; instead as it reached him he went down on one knee and thrust his sword into it. The runes on his sword flared and the mist faded away. Before the demon could react he closed the distance between them. It struck out with both its claws and its tail. He raised his shield to block the claws while he slashed at the tail. As the demon cried out in agony Grabner thrust his sword it the demon's belly.
Its shriek was so loud and shrill that everyone who heard it fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Karl, whose hearing was better than those around him, felt like thousands of red-hot shards were being driven into his ears and he howled in agony. The pain he was feeling appeared to pale in comparison to what the demon was experiencing. It twisted and writhed and yet could not free itself from the blade. The runes on it blazed even brighter than before. Even brighter than the runes; however, was what was on the pommel of the sword. It was a clear crystal of some sort.
As Grabner drove the blade deeper into the demon he began to chant words which Karl did not recognize, but which had an immediate result. The demon seemed to dissolve into smoke and sparks. These seemed to be drawn along the blade and into the crystal, which changed from clear to a purplish-pink color. As the process was completed the air seemed to clear and Karl found it easier to breath. It appeared to have the opposite effect on the surviving warrior and cultists. They screamed in despair and fled, not even attempting to finish Karl. With the rage and drive of the fight gone Karl suddenly felt weak as a baby and fell to the ground, his body shifting back to his human form. He lay on the ground panting and whimpering in pain. He was not sure how long he lay there before he looked up and saw Grabner looking down at him.
"It seems you are a being of many talents." Then his tone and expression became hard.
"As well as a foolish one. What were you thinking?! You could have ruined everything!"
"The children…" Karl began, but before he could continue Grabner cut him off.
"To the hells with the children! They were dead the moment the cultists took them and their deaths were necessary!" He held up his hand, with which he held the strangely colored crystal.
"Do you know what this is?" Karl had no idea what it was, but Grabner did not seemed to expect him to as he continued to talk.
"It is a gift from Malal himself! It is a prison for demons. When a demon is defeated it is not slain, not truly. They merely return to the Realm of Chaos and will eventually return, but not here. Once trapped in this crystal the demon can never escape and return to the world.
"Had you managed to save those children then Tai'nnand might not have been summoned here. Instead it would have been summoned elsewhere and done untold damage. Unfortunate, but sacrifices have to be made.
"THINK!" He yelled at Karl, clearly seeing that Karl was not comfortable with that line of thinking.
"What have your gods done!? Even if your priests banish them with their aid they just come back. Your gods cannot hold them back forever. They do not accomplish anything of permanence." He paused, seemingly reluctant to say anymore, but then he forced himself to continue.
"I know that full well. Once, a lifetime ago, I was a Templar of Sigmar. I hunted demons and their servants. I banished them again and again it did not matter. There were always more and the ones I did banish will return with time. When I first learned of Malal I thought him as evil as the other gods of Chaos, I hunted his followers and killed them whenever I found them. But as time passed and I watched the powers of Chaos grow I realized that Sigmar couldn't stop them, but Malal could. When I banished them in the name of Sigmar they came back while those I defeat for Malal stay gone. I bear Sigmer no ill will, but he could not stop them and the same applies to your kingdoms.
"The followers of Chaos attack your lands again and again. Even if you beat them back all you have done is delay the inevitable. How many times have the forces of Chaos come down from the North? Even when the kingdoms of men win it's a pyric victory. It is true that thus far very time the hosts of Chaos have come from the Wastes they have been beaten back, but always at great cost and even when they withdraw the Wastes advance further. Eventually the Wastes will advance to cover all of the world and my god is the only one who can stop it. Think on that." With that he turned and was gone, leaving Karl to lay there till his wounds healed enough for him to get up and make his way back to the horse and the supplies there. Fortunately these included more clothing.
The journey back to Altdorf was without incident, it appeared that the surviving cultists and warriors had no desire engage in any further trouble and it seemed that the weather was keeping even the bandits in whatever they employed for shelter. In truth, if he was forced to be honest with himself, Karl had to admit that he would almost welcome an attack. While they had drained him his wounds were healed and the quietness of the ride gave him time to think, something which he did not want at the moment. No matter how hard he tried he could not banish what Grabner had said from his mind.
It was not the fact that the man had forsaken Sigmar, he had already faced that before and even he was not as singular in his devotion to the god, sending as many prayers to Ulrik as to Sigmar. No, what truly worried Karl was the fear that what Grabner said was the truth. He did not know anything about demons, aside from the fact that they were evil and should be avoided. He did not know if banished demons actually did come back; nor did he know whether or not the Wastes of the North really did expand during an invasion. He supposed that he could ask Marx, but was he reluctant to do so. It would likely make the wizard suspicious and, even worse Karl was afraid that the truth would support what Grabner had said.
Since becoming a werewolf the threats that humanity faced had become all too clear to Karl and at times the only thing standing between it and destruction was the protection of the gods. If Grabner was correct, if the gods could not actually protect them…well, that was just too terrible to contemplate. If a god like Malal was their only hope then it would appear that the future would be very dark indeed. A sense of gloom settled over him and the world seemed darker. The feeling persisted the entire time that he was on the road and was not improved when he began to be pounded by sleet two days from the city. The weather continued till he reached the city gates, which he was barely able to get through before it closed to the night.
He arrived at his house completely soaked to the skin and feeling miserable. By the time he reached his home and stabled the horse Olga had already gone to bed, Karl did not mind because he did not feel like talking to anyone. Instead he took off all of his cloths, shifted to wolven form, kindled a fire and lay down in front of it to dry his fur. Once dry he returned to his human form and he went in search of food. Fortunately Olga kept a well-stocked larder and bread and dried fruit were soon found and consumed. The food made him feel better, but an air of gloom still hung about him. He made his way up to his room and sat down on his bed. As he did so he looked up at the Dwarven statue that he had brought back.
Had the Dwarf who had crafted it been alive when his home fell? Had they watched their world be overwhelmed by foes? Had they prayed and received only silence? Or had the Dwarven gods intervened and been powerless to stop what was happening? Karl decided that he did want to know the answers to those questions. He lay on the bed and went to sleep. He hoped that he would not dream.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that it is short, but I feel that this was a good place to stop and I hope that is alright with you. How do you think I handled Malal? I don't know if he actually traps demons, but I have heard that he does and others do it so I figured he would. What do you think of Karl's crisis of faith? I should think that the way the world of Warhammer is structured he would not be the first to feel that way. I am planning to incorporate into the next chapter. Sorry that it has been so long, too many stories that I have neglected to update. Till next time please pray for all who need it and may Jesus bless you all.