The Webway had been breached and it was taking up way too many vital resources away from the war effort. The very hope for humanity to be free from the warp could end up being the thing to drop us into its clutches.

We had been fighting for four years now, maybe more, even time was skewed inside the webway. This batch of Khornate daemons were only the latest to make it through. Numbering maybe a ten thousand or more faced only by ten custodians and a few regiments of Skitarii with some novice enginseers to maintain the defensive emplacements . These members of the Cult Mechanicum came here, not knowing only the custodians and the sisters of silence would be allowed to leave with their lives. The risk of corruption was too high, a sad but necessary sacrifice.

'I' talk as if 'my' own brothers would get to leave either. We were decimated, even the Legio Titanicus nor the sisters of silence could help. This war had been long and bloody, all because one idiotic Psyker hadn't been in desperatte need of proving sorcery's worth. I remember telling my Master that the primarchs were a bad idea, if only he had listened. He lost sight of the small stones that fell along the way to the top. No matter what the cause was, 'we' had to protect the palace entry.

"Come Brothers, we have much work to do. Today we must work with meagre support, but the Emperor demands we take no step back."

"Yes Brother Proconsul!" 'My' body marched without my input, 'my' thoughts didn't feel, it was like I was floating only 'seeing' from someone else's perspective. The Advanced weaponry of the imperium unleashed their salvos, from accelerator cannons hypersonic slugs to the blinding rays of volkite blasters tore through the deamon ranks. Yet the tide did not end. I was afraid, something primal in me was telling me to run, but 'my' body was sure it would stand.

Once the neverborn were close enough, the familiar voice gave an order.

"CHARGE BROTHERS! BREAK THEIR RANKS'' Immediately followed by Arcane words, whose very presence hurt my soul. I could hear two 'words': Ax and Xlanax. The word shook the entirety of the tunnel and caused a massive rend underneath the deamons, causing something like magma but way too fluid to gush out. Even the torrent didn't slow them down, the damned berserker beasts were too fierce for that.

'My' body moved faster than I ever could rushing towards the… the Bloodthrister . 'I' need to find which one it is, if 'I' do this'll be easy. Unless it's one never encountered before. Another few words Kai and chains emerged from the ground to bind the fifteen metre tall red skinned deamon most of said chains were shrugged off by its massive psychic and physical strength.

The Bolter at the end of 'my' guardian spear constantly shot to almost no effect, the armour piercing explosive 80mm shells only inflicting flesh wounds. Enuncia and Melee combat would have to do it.

"FAUL SORCERER, YOUR PATHETIC TRICKS CAN NOT HOLD ME FOREVER. I WILL SHATTER YOUR ARMOUR AND CLAIM YOU SKULL FOR THE BLOOD GOD."

For some reason 'I' only considered the primal, grating and terrifying voice of the Bloodthirster as 'annoyingly loud'. 'My' body spoke once more, I could make more words out this time: Chaq, Gor and Qua. The daemon could not be bound and controlled easily, far too powerful for such tricks, however combined with less esoteric means of attack the commands ripped through it.

A blood red slash in the world revealing 'Truth' cut through the daemon as if it was made of paper. However the beast was as resilient as it was stupid. The chains that bind were broken suddenly and a daemonic axe found 'my' mid section launching me backwards. Had it not been for 'my' Aquilon Terminator Armour and the Aegis of the Emperor 'I' would have been split in half.

The daemon made to follow only to be stopped by a Volcite Carrorades scorching beam. Despite withstanding the weapon made to destroy titans it was still moving, the massive beam of energy had scorched it and weakened its manifestation but it wasn't over yet. Forcing 'myself' out of the rubble of an outpost long since destroyed, 'I' moved as fast as 'my' armour could make 'me'. Thrusting 'my' guardian spear into its lower midsection to minimal effect, not that one strike was even going to do anything, but ten stabs and slashes? Now that builds up, one more to the guts then to its ankles one to cut off the right handed swing coming at me another through the left thigh. 'I' kept slashing until the daemon couldn't move anymore. The beast could no longer swing its limbs around, the damned thing still tried to chomp at me. 'I' Couldn't simply execute this daemon, it would simply return in hours since we were far too close to the warp. No a more specialised sort of executioner was needed. Speaking of said executioner… A sister of silence rushed up to where 'I' was, winded up with her master crafted power sword and sliced clean through the deamons neck, blood flew everywhere. Tacky even in death, aren't you Khorne? That is one more piece of the Chaos gods annihilated forever. Only a few more billion to go…

The creepy woman looked at me, 'my' hands were not twitching, but the desire to choke her out had filled me. This abomination should die, soulless beast. As my thoughts drifted that way everything went blurry.

Catarina Trenck the Captain

I'm way too tired. My lady, I know I told you I wouldn't disappoint but you expect way too much!

Aaaaaahhh, but that whole serious almost emotionless personality is so cute. Thank you Cosmos, for letting me serve such an interesting mistress. Now if only she didn't charge headlong into everything. Speaking of my master, where was she? She was fighting the head demon last I saw her.

My unit, the Knights and I had already dealt with the bodyguards, they had broken and were running along with our fallen. Thankfully the corrupted just ran away, I don't want to kill anymore of my own men. I panned my head around the battlefield and… saw my lady exposed and without her chest plate bound by tentacles. Oh I'm gonna kill that bitch.

"Markus! Get the unit into formation our lady needs our help!"

My eyes lingered on my trusty lieutenant; tracing along his body, imagining the hard muscle and handsome face beneath the helmet. The demonic energy was affecting me way too much. Shit that fallen reichsgarde noticed us, she herself couldn't fight. She was trying to stop the bleeding of another traitor riddled with holes, most likely courtesy of my mistress's rifle. The demon however stopped trying to directly infuse demonic energy into my mistress and turned towards us. Fuck!

"SPLIT!" By my orders my riders split into two halves most dodging the giant wave of purple fire that came at us. Some were still knocked off their horses and instantly monsterized. We'd have to come back and kill formed back up, but the demon was already charging another spell, we would have to dodge that too.

As I was getting ready to give the order a black blur appeared and slammed into the demon. The figure was wearing a cloak and hiding her face. Yet their inhuman features poked out from under her disguise, pawed feet and a fluffy tail weren't exactly easy to hide. I don't know why a monster would attack a member of her own race. A leader even. Maybe some kind of old grudge? Well in the end, I only needed to rescue my lady. Nothing else matters.

The deamon and the hellhound were now on the ground, the hellhound doing everything in her power to run the demon through with a zweihander. Sadly not having much success due to the lack of leverage.

The durandal had turned towards us with fear in her eyes. Sorry but it's too late to regret your actions now. My spear slammed into her chest cavity going through layers of fat and bone to skewer her heart. I raised her up and threw her corpse to the side. An ignoble death, supposedly deserving of a traitor. Though, if I had fallen during this battle that might have been me cum twenty years.

The bullet riddled traitor was trying to stand up, might as well end his suffering on the way there… by trampling him. To be fair I don't have much time left! I need to grab my lady and get out before I get corrupted. Eques Naotora was still binded by the shadow tentacles, I quickly got off Geoff and pulled out a dagger. Time to cut these things, Every time I touched them the slime on the tentacles managed to get through my gauntlets and shoot chills through my entire body, I endured and continued trying to unbind my unconscious lady. Her massive body was covered in the same slime, thankfully only her breast plate was taken off. Markus quickly got off and started helping me carry her, a nearby reichsgarde grabbed her spear and breastplate. My lady was muttering something about an 'Emperor' and a 'Valdor'.

"I don't know how much longer we can hold on brother." My vision stabilised again, this time in a room with golden walls sitting on padded seats with some kind of drink in hand. Where was 'I'?

The so-called 'brother' brother was a man wearing a red and black overcoat on top of a white shirt with a flat mohawk who was cleaning an even more ornate than usual guardian spear. His stature was even taller than 'me'. Awe inspiring, even casually sitting and cleaning his spear brother Valdor was awe inspiring. 'I' once heard lord Malcador calling him a 'proto Primarch' even.

"How much time would you give it?" The massive custodian asked 'me'.

"At most a year, more likely 4 months. After that there won't be enough of us nor of the mechanicus to fill in."

"That should be enough then. Trust me brother, we will make it through this. Humanity will endure."

"Of that I have no doubt, what I fear is that the humanity we have left won't be the one we wanted."

"Hmmm? Did you get visions again?"

Those damned visions that torment 'me', showing 'me' the worst future every single time 'I' close my eyes. The fears of the ancient reptiles haunt 'my' own peaceful moments.

"Yes, they were vivid like none before them."

"Brother you must remember your visions always show things worse than they actually are, always near the truth but never in its entirety. The primarchs weren't all corrupted, Guilliman didn't rebel and the Necrons have not yet awoken."

"They were worshipping us brother…" 'My' voice was low, terrified. "Everything was twisted, there was a cult worshipping the corpse of our Master like a god, and we did NOTHING about it. The mechanicum was gutted, calling innovation 'heresy' only trying to discover forgotten technologies. The entire Imperium was one massive witch hunt. The legions were broken, their remains barely worth mentioning. Half the loyalist numbers on one inane quest or the other believing it would bring their sires back. Volkite weapons, automata, terraformation equipment, even the damned gellar field was gone."

"What… How? Do you have any ideas? Any clues at all."

"That is what scares me the most, brother. I have no clue as to how our Master died. What could even kill him?"

Valdor had something of an epiphany, his face stretched in astonishment.

"Could it be…"

"My lady!"

Huh?

What was that noise…

"Please wake up!"

Someone is calling for me. Everything is spinning again…

'I' am suddenly in the tunnel again, this time covered in gore. What was I thinking about before?

Doesn't matter, the enemies of Humanity come face them first, then you can go back to the library and relax a bit.

'I' am knocked out of my stupor by Aeneas touching 'my' shoulder and handing me my guardian spear.

"The slaves of excess come brother we must prepare." Despite our superhuman nature I can hear his exhaustion apparent in his voice. His armour is dented in many places and, just like 'mine', covered in gore. He will work as long as our master demands it.

"Pick yourself up Aeneas, come on. So long as the Emperor demands it we will fight no matter how wounded, his plan must be carried out. He turned his head towards 'me', his expression was hidden by his helmet.

"Yes brother Proconsul, I will fight for the Emperor and Humanity so long as my body allows me.

"Good, let us gather the rest we have despots to slaughter." I turned, looked upon the battlefield and saw the blue skinned demon… Huh? No, wait, that's not right. Tch doesn't matter…

"CHARGE BROTHERS HIS WORK AWAITS US!"

We fight not with blind fury but with righteous duty.

Catarina Trenck the Captain

She woke up. Oh thank the Stars! She woke up. We were now somewhat far away from the ongoing fight between the two monsters. Most of the knights had gone to help lady Elise defeat the corrupted Katja. Only the reichsgarde remained to protect our lady. She awakened silently without a word pointing at the breastplate laid out next to her. I helped her put it back on.

"Thank you brother." My lady said something incomprehensible.

"My lady?" The sheer amount of confusion seems to have surprised her. She turned her head towards me, too slowly for normal. Her stance wasn't any different from usual but she had some kind of supernatural presence about her now.

"Come on Aeneas, no matter how beaten up we may be. The next wave must be stopped for His plan." Whose plan? What wave? And Whose Aeneas, Eques Naotora definitely doesn't have a brother.

Before I could ask anything my lady quickly turned towards the demon and sprinted off…

Had she always been this fast?

"CHARGE BROTHERS! HIS WORK AWAITS US!" I was surprised but well a massive armoured figure with a supernatural aura telling you to charge a foe was kind of hard to resist. I found myself raising my spear and charging along with my Mistress but retained enough sense to order the rest of the guard to secure the victory in the city.

Galloping in an effort to reach her, still a gap formed. When she was about fifty metres away from the demon and the hellhound she… she fucking jumped. Will she fucking stop doing that, it never ends well for her. The demon spotted her and quickly blasted the Hellhound off of her.

Wow… she really flew this time, huh. And she's landing right on top of the monster, how does she know exactly where someone will be every single time? I guess she's not superhuman for nothing.

Although now that she has landed she's fighting a bit odd. It's as if she's fighting multiple opponents instead of the demon. She's treating the Hellhound as an ally so she's sane enough for that. Yes she's doing less repeating charges and constant pressure, it almost looks more refined, and she's using her weapon like a spear only thrusting and with short slashes. Sometimes she spins her halberd around like a staff too. If the demon makes some distance she doesn't immediately close it instead pointing her halberd like a rifle.

I finally reached her. After what felt like hours of riding. My loins ached, I could barely keep my back straight and my sword staff held.

"Aeneas, finally you're here. Handle the daemonettes, I shall deal with the Greater Daemon."

What the fuck are you talking about. The demon must have cast some kind of spell on her, she must still be dreaming.

The demon suddenly cast some kind of spell to change the rocky ground beneath us into some slimy substance. Delmira's legs were barely moving but I still tried to break through and … Then I heard something

I can't describe what I heard correctly, from my lady's throat two Words emerged. And they bent the world. My vision swam, this was not meant to be….

Agh! What was that? My ears are fucking bleeding. I looked up and around in front of me a path had opened up , the knee high sludge was being pushed apart by some unseen force. My lady was dashing through taking advantage of the demon's momentary distraction I quickly followed through. The whore somehow managed to regain her bearings and cast a purple 'fireball' at my mistress. Wrong move dipshit. The 'fireball was deflected but before Eques Naotora could reach her I did. My sword staff aimed at her heart did not pierce the correct spot deflected to the side by her gauntlets, only grazing her. My Lady arrived and thrust her halberd towards the monster's head. Deflected again, this time by a barrier of energy.

"Fallen damn it! Would you please stop, how are you both so against corruption? Your bodies should be full of demonic energy already." Wait, she's right, but I haven't felt hot or bothered at all since lady Naotora woke up. That supernatural aura of her's was invigorating me. That must have been it.

"I don't unders-" Ah, her sentence got cut off by the hellhound, who had tackled her and was now clawing at her eyes, her sword now forgotten. Her hood was down revealing an expectedly beautiful face, although an oddly familiar one. Where had I seen her before?

My lady in another display of her incredible capability of violence kicked the demon in the ribs. Both of them were really just wailing on the demon, no sense of skill or talent left in them. Only fury, I understood my lady's fury but why was the hellhound so mad?

However the beaten up and bruised demon refused to just turn over and die. Still struggling she tripped my mistress up and shoved the hellhound off her. Seeing my chance I rushed in, of course I could use my spear for the possibility of friendly fire. There was a really simple solution. Trample her. She wasn't expecting me ,her vigour lost and her vision blurred by the blood running down her eyes. I sent her flying, now I could pierce through her and finish the job. Come on, Delmira keep running. Just. A. Bit. More. Aaand thunk! The sound of a blade piercing through flesh and bone. I don't know whether that killed her or not so just for good measure I turned around pulled out my Nordstjerne and shot the bitch six times in the head. That should do it, now where is that Hellhound and my mistress?

My mistress was still lying on the ground convulsing trying to claw out her own eyes through her helmet. The Hellhound was barely able to hold her off. Disregarding a monster helping someone without the intent to corrupt them I rushed in to try and calm her down. Only to hear her blood curdling screams.

"EMPEROR! MY MASTER PLEASE END THIS! MY EYES, MY EYES. IT FEELS LIKE MY VERY SOUL IS BURNING." Her words were slurred as if her mouth was filled with liquid. I got off my horse and helped hold her down and by that I mean I tried not to get flung away by her sheer strength. Eventually she passed out, whether from the pain or the exhaustion I do not know. I took her helmet off, the sight I was met with was not something I ever expected. The insides of her mouth were bleeding and they were bleeding a lot, must be some kind of side effect of those Words . The bleeding was already stopping but the Hellhound and I turned her sideways to make sure she didn't choke, the monster worked without a word.

Her actions were laden with an odd curiosity. However after my Ladies armour was taken off and I was sure she was safe I couldn't see the monster anywhere. She simply disappeared.

The battle inside seems to have been won too but I couldn't see lady Elise and the corrupted Katja anywhere. What happened to them? Was lady Elise victorious or had we lost her and the knights with her? There was nothing, no clue at all. I searched the sky for any signs but all I could see was the holy… Comet. Oh it wasn't a comet, it was never a comet. I could see the meteors' distinct square-like shape. Coming down it flew over us and landed somewhere south-west, directly into monster territory. Here's hoping it squashed a few of the fuckers.

Hey! I could already see the flags of my own unit approaching. Finally, I get to have some relaxation. My everything aches.

An:

Helo Helo, welcome to your semi-scheduled shitty fanfic of the week. Saying that I am at least better than most SI stories, but really I think that bar is a bit too low. Anyways enjoy and comment, I like reading your thoughts.