Here's the next chapter as promised. My goal is to get to each of the traitor and loyalist legions involved in both conflicts, and add some imagination to the vagueness of some of the moments..mainly from the perspective of unnamed marines so once more let me know what ya guys think. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN WARHAMMER 40K OR ANYTHING INVOLVED WITH IT!

Caspian stood alongside his loyalist brothers as they faced the approaching enemy forces. One upon a time he would have called them ally. Friend. Brothers even. But no longer. That bond was long since severed the moment those traitorous whore sons fired upon them. Now they were his enemies. Opposition to the Imperium of Men. Enemies to fall to the sound of his Bolter. Caspian and his brothers fought from behind the confines of their makeshift barricade. Caspian popped up from behind cover, emptying the remainder of his rounds into a charging traitor's chest. His breastplate ripped open by the impact of the multiple bolt rounds, the flesh and organs devastated completely.

His body fell to the ground, lifeless. He slammed in a fresh magazine, his superhuman brain taking note of his squad's steadily decreasing ammunition. They all knew that ultimately knew that each man who stood here. Each battle-brother who fought against these traitorous forces would be slaughtered to the man. yet they still fought. They fought in hopes of slowing the traitor's advance. They fought in hopes of slowing this grand plan of treachery. They fought to make sure that the traitors bled for each inch that they took The more death they wreaked, the less traitors for their brethren to battle. Under the guidance of Captain Tarvitz, alongside the few remaining loyalist captains of the legion they had managed to turned a planned massacre into a prolonged siege battle.

Once more Caspain ducked behind cover, barely avoiding a series of rounds which would have reduced his head to naught but blood and brain matter. Another of their umber was unlucky, torn to shreds by combined bolter fire. His body dropped to the left of Caspian with a thud. Not too long after this, Caspian heard a voice over the vox. One of their brothers fighting on the opposite end. "Brothers!" exclaimed the voice. "Captains Demeter and Lucius have come to bolster us! The Emperor has blessed us with their presence." Now we can truly make these traitors ble-"it was then that the vox ended abruptly. Caspian did not panic. Situations like such were common with many of their communications constantly being jammed. The marine simply smiled. He found himself filled with a new found strength and semblance of pride. Two of the greatest of their legion were fighting alongside him. If he were to die. He knew that it would be beside them and that it would be perfect. More traitors fell the beat of his bolter. Things were seemingly beginning to move in their favor. However, there was one thing that was beginning to worry him.

Slowly but surely, the sound of bolter fire from around him was dying down. He was certain none of his squad had fallen by enemy fire. Yet more and more of their bolters began to fall silent. He listened closely to the vox. All that he heard were dying curses and gurgling of blood. Had the traitor's flanked them? No that was impossible. They were thirty strong, strategically placed as to not have any weak spots for the traitors to easily exploit. They were completely covered but he still could not think of exactly what it was that was slaying them. He risked a glance and his twin hearts skipped a beat. All who fought to his right lay dead or dying. Done in, not by the fire of traitors, but by that of their own. Captain Demeter was currently firing upon the Emperor's Children that were holding the barricade.

The pride he once felt vanished completely, replaced by a crippling anger which began to rise form the very pores within his flesh. How could they not see it? Once again they had been betrayed by one whom they once thought to be loyal. Yet another brother to show his true colors. He trained his bolter on his former captain, preparing to fire. However, just as his finger pressed against the trigger, there was a disconnect. He did not feel the normal kick of the bolter as it let loose its justice upon the traitors. He barely even felt his own finger against the trigger. No that was not it. He felt nothing at all below his elbow. Caspian looked down to find himself disarmed, fresh blood spurting out from the new wounds. His forearms had been taken from his, sliced cleanly off. They not lay on the ground, useless. He then looked up, aiming to find his assailant, only for a blade to find itself in his gorget, piercing his throat. He began to choke on his own blood, aiming to spit a slur of vile insults at his soon to be killer. He looked into the eyes of the traitor.

It was Lucius, his very own former captain. As the thought fully began to register in his mind, he found his world spinning., dropping at a fast pace. Then all was sideways, his last images being that of the purple and gold corpses strewn across the battlefield. Loyalist corpses. The bodies of his brothers in arms. As his brain finally began to shut down a single thought ran through his mind during his last moments…. Why?...and like that his world vanished into black. …

Lucius watched as the marine's blood ran down the shaft of his blade. He admired the vibrant crimson of blood, taking pleasure in painting the ground with its hue. He held the blade up, then flicked it to the side, the blood completely being removed from his sword. "Blissful~" he said out loud, taking note of his handiwork. The loyalist had been slain to the last man, Now Eidolon's forces would be able to breach the perimeter, and eliminate all remaining resistance. He had kept his part of the deal. He had given him the perimeter. A smile crept across his face. That fool Dementer knew not of what he had just done. He thought himself to be killing traitors but was instead killing his own men. Oh~ How easy it had been to manipulate him into doing so. Though this all matter not for Lucius would make sure that he joined them in the afterlife and then he would take the head of his main target. Saul Tarvitz.

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And here's the end to another chapter. Expect the next one to be dropping soon. Other than peace!