The first in a series of short stories which will depict the horrors of the Horus Heresy. Sit back, relax and enjoy the gore!
" Oh my dear brother…How far have you fallen?".. said Xicor , his words filled with lament. He felt the butcher's nails probing at his brain. Commanding him to fight. To kill. To lose himself in a battle frenzy as was the norm of his legion these days. To slay his brother in a sort of battle lust. Yet he disobeyed…He refused to do so. A single tear drop escaped from him, running down his dirtied cheek. It mixed with the dried blood and soot which had caked itself upon him. He looked over at his brother…
No the mindless beast which had taken his brother's form. It drooled, the spittle a mixture of saliva and its own blood, steadily huffing, eyes bloodshot and a deep red in color. Its form was a grotesque mixture of blood and gore. Entrails hung from its shoulders and chest must like bandoleers, paired with a collection of astartes upon its waist. The once majestic white and blue armor of their legion defiled by the mass of blood and gore which was splayed across it. He was World Eater no more. It gripped a large double headed chainaxe, teeth still clogged with chunks of flesh and viscera. Yes, it was his brother no more, but to see him like this, in such a vile state pained him so. He gripped the hilts of his chainswords, teeth whirring in hunger. Damn that traitorous Horus! Damn their Traitorous father! Damn this cursed world of Issstvan III!
Damn his brother for allowing himself to be consumed by such madness and debauchery. Xicor stepped forward, opening his arms in challenge. His choice had been made. He knew what needed to be done. "Come then you traitorous bastard son!" he yelled."Come and meet your end!" he exclaimed as he revved the teeth of his blade. The beast accepted the challenge, and charged him. Upon closing in, it swung its massive chainaxe downwards in a vertical arc. Xicor brought his chainswords to bear, catching the weapon between the teeth of his own. Sparks flew form the weapons as the razor sharp teeth gnawed at each other. His muscles strained, bulging with effort beneath his armor as he held the weapon at bay. Just as it seemed he was doomed to be bisected, the teeth of the axe nicking the bare flesh of his face he performed a single action.
He swung the locked weapons to his right, releasing his own, and causing his opponents to followed his own, slipping from the warrior's grasp. He gave no quarter, instantly following the action with a head-butt. He felt the connection as his trans human skull crushed that of his brother, blood from his nose spurting onto his forehead. A gauntleted fist was his response, smashing into his jaw with full force, causing it to dislocate. Fueled by his own superhuman adrenaline, he retaliated with an uppercut, the resounding crack telling him the success of his blow as armored knuckle met chin, launching his brother upwards. The traitor quickly recovered and charged his brother once more.
The flurry of blows continuing seemingly without end. That was until Xicor made a fatal mistake. A timely evasion, caused his left hook to miss. The traitor took advantage, gripping the outstretched arm, and breaking it with a wet snap. Bone protruded from the flesh of the exposed arm, Xicor howling in agony. Decimus, as his name once was, grabbed his brother by the waist, lifting him into the air and slamming him down into the ground. He mounted the downed marine, beating furiously upon his breastplate.
Already damaged battle plate gave way, cracks spreading and causing the armor to shatter from the flurry of blows. Yet it did not end there, the barrage continued on, striking carapace and bone within, even as his own were shattering. The force of the blows caused Xicor's primary heart to literally burst from trauma, causing the legionnaire to spit up a massive glob of blood. Decimus caught a glimpse of a broken chainsword to his left. He gripped it, tearing the chained teeth from the blade and wrapping them around his own fist as he beat down upon his brother face once more. Metal and hand shredding the flesh on Xicor's face, blunt force trauma shattering his facial structure. Decimus continued on. He did not stop upon hearing the pained grunts of his little brother. He did not stop when he felt the skull shatter from his flurry of blows. No, he only ceased when Xicor's head was a bloody red paste, stuck to his hand. He stood up, panting a boot onto the fallen World Eaters chest and releasing a roar of triumphant.
Weeeelll there's that. Let me know what you all think, and any ideas for potential loyalist or traitors,for Isstvan III or V, im willing to take all ideas. Leave a comment or message if interested...FOR THE EMPEROR!