Chapter 7: They shall call him Carnage
Pallidus Segundus Sacerdos was a tall man, with a shaved head and a white complexion that matched his name. He wore the holy robes of the highest order of the Emperors heralds, his vestments were a white robe covered with black open robe covered with a red robe with a necklace that had a large skull pendant, thus adding bulk to his otherwise skinny frame. He held a holy relic that consisted of a pole of silver with ribbons of the the sayings of the Necroteuch stamped on with wax seals. On the top of the staff was a cauldron holding a human skull of a heretic that had been hollowed out it held a burning flame that shot out of its top by two or three feet.
He would walk from town to town proclaiming the supremacy of the Imperium, holding services in the town square or if they the town was big enough the local Temple of the Emperor. He had been a priest of the herald order for five years and since the founding of the new Imperium. The holy Necroteuch he would often hold in his other hand was the prophesied complement of the scriptures for his Ordos of which they had been waiting eagerly for. Ever since he touched the Necroteuch he had never been so sure of what he preached was pure truth, all his life he had been a skeptic of the Gods until whe he was a young man he and his father came to Carne to pray for rain. They were in the middle of a bad drought and people were starting to go hungry, his mother refused to eat and was on the verge of death. By the time they made it back not only was it raining but all their grain stores refilled until they could take care of themselves. His mother made a full recovery and after that event he could not wait until he could go into the priesthood and spread the word of the God Emperor and his will.
He drove into the small farming town on the edge of the Imperium in his new Mcar and walked into the town, he did this to put on a show for the locals so they thought he walked the entire way thus showing his piousness. When he came into town he saw no Temple he stood in the square and began his benediction.
"Beings of the Imperium, I am here to tell you the good news, I am from the Ordos Ecclesiasticus and have been ordained to spread the word of the Imperium, the God Emperor and the Holy book. This holy book I hold in my hand. Please come to me, out of your shops, out of your homes, it is the will of the God Emperor that you should hear it!"
Slowly men, women and demihuman of different races all began to gather, if not to be pious then as some form of entertainment for the day. Before the Priest knew it the entire town was surrounding him to listen, he smiled, he loved what he did but he loved to be the center of attention even more as many of the Imperium clergy.
"The Holy Emperor loves his people and has gathered you unto his bosom, how long has it been since you have been attacked by beast or men? Nay, I say for within this holy nation's borders such things do not happen and by some change they do all is made right! Imagine many of you, like that young child there, has never worried about going hungry, or thieves, or murder, rape, or monsters! Many of you refused to believe such a time would exist but here we are living in an age of prosperity as never before seen in all of the History of Terra. Has the God Emperor ever asked for anything in return? Nay, I say he has done nothing but given! But when he takes his Golden Throne as this Holy Book says, to look over and protect us and guide us to the heavens, he will leave the four Chaos Guardians to look over the Imperium and his son to rule Holy Terra! So now we can repay the God Emperor's kindness by joining the Holy Crusade! Already we are running out of lands due to the Emperors kindness as he pardons our children or soldiers, adventurers, and loved ones from death, famine and starvation.
We shall need new lands and where will we find these, in that stars where new worlds await as well as prosperity and promise! Join the Holy Crusade, men and women of the Imperium follow our glorious Grand Primarch Martellus the Red into everlasting glory for the Imperium to destroy heresy tand claim our new lands. Will you answer the call of your God Emperor, or will you live you life as meek children!" Pallidus said pointing his book to the sky as if he could send them there today.
"I will join!" and "I will" and all sorts of different shouts came from the crowd.
Pallidus smiled all the strong young men in the town were ready and eager to join the Imperial Guard.
"Just think, waking up and gazing upon a new moon, to leave Holy Terra and live under a new sun! Only the God Emperor can help us do such things but first we must take this world, ships that fly in the heavens my people, yes I have seen them myself they are being built by the hundreds to take you there!" Pallidus yelled.
Everyone was murmuring and nodding at each other as they had all seen the new flying ships deliver goods and services, so they knew it was true. Someone in the back yelled out, "Tell us how fares the war in the Republic?"
Pallidus smiled because he had a long range vox in his Mcar that gave him daily reports of the War as well as instruction from his Ordos.
"The brave Grand Primarch Martellus the Red has led the Terran Marines into the heart of the Republic camp and caused many casualties and made the Republic coalition crumble as we speak. As it says of him in the scripture, They shall call me carnage, the Hammer of the Imperium! The War for the central Republic has raged on for a day and a night and we shall be victorious!"
Everyone cheered and yelled in the small town, with the war with the Republic heretics over, the war in the south should be over quickly they all thought. He called everyone forth to consecrate those before the Emperor and take the oath. Shortly after a ship came and picked up all the young men and women and a few middle aged single people as well, little did they know they would never see home again. Pallidus smiled and walked out of town got in his Mcar and checked his map and drove to the next town to recruit more for the Imperial guard.
2
"Can we make a run for it?" The head Inquisitor asked.
Martellus, Russ and the twenty other Terran Marines within earshot all turned around and looked at him like he was a moron.
"Well, even if we fought through the town backwards and ran up the mountain we would still have to wait for evac and by some of the flags on those tents there are a few demihuman tribes that can fly and move faster than us by my guess. We would lose tons of men and they would be left behind and we would not be able to harvest the Gene-seed from the fallen and lose their power armor and weapons, plus Marines don't run away!" Martellus barked at the wide eyed Inquisitor, he was under their thumb when this was a snatch ands grab clandestine mission, but now it was a full scale military engagement and the Inquisitors were out of their depth and were simply along for the ride.
The Marines within earshot started to bang their hand on there chest plates in agreement. As they talked horns were sounding all over camp as village elders and guards who were still alive, ran out to meet the military commanders. They were all scrambling to get their forces together as they were caught off guard as well. The guards had already has surrounded the Temple, the Wolves that were not guarding a wall were already pulling stones and anything else they could find to block the gate. That gave Martellus an idea.
"I want two companies on each wall and three on the gate wall, we need one company to punch out and remove stones from the wall and make murder holes to shootout of, also any mages or dragons that make it over the wall you need to take care of, so watch our backs, when we get a supply drop make sure you are always stocked and rotate out with each company so they can reload." Martellus barked over the vox.
A Communication specialist Marine was next to him, he signaled for him to set up the antenna, before the Marine set up the Antenna he took of his com pack and Martellus walked picked it up and ran to the center of the compound, by the time he made it to his destination the Marine who had climbed up on top of a spire to set the antenna gave his a thumbs up signaling it was ready, as he was climbing down arrows started to pelt him and he was hit in the back with a magic missile from one of the enemy mages who probably excelled in sniping. The marine lost his his grip from the strike and fell twenty feet down and landed on his back.
Martellus wanted to see if he was alright but right now every second counted, he keyed the mic and said, "HQ this is Primarch Red, do you copy?"
The wait seemed to last forever, they did not know if there was enough power to get their signal to anyone in the front lines as the unit he was using was for medium range communications. Beads of sweat started to form on his brow as he waited, if he could not reach anyone they were completely cut off and they were most likely going to all die. Five minutes passed and his heart sank, he was determined to put up one hell of his fight but he knew their tech could not be taken as there was a failsafe if all the units lifesigns read as deceased then all their armor would explode at at least take out the entire Army with them. He put his message on autocycle just in case as a last resort.
As he was walking away thinking of the best way to conserve ammunition the radio keyed, "Primarch Red this is Thunderbird 1, we are waiting for extract and do not see you on the scanners, what is your location and eta copy?"
Martellus ran over the the com pack and grabbed the mic, "Roger that we will not make extraction, repeat will not make extraction! The Temple is surrounded by the entire Republic Army, around 150,000 unfriendliness, copy?"
"Copy that Primarch Red, we have 20 Thunderhawks overhead please advise?" The pilot said.
"Roger, we need Thunderhawk 10 to land in the compound to resupply, the rest of you need to egress back to base get fitted with heavy bolters and any other hardware and load up some reinforcements, also tell the Imperial guard are location and tell them to make it this way quick." Martellus said of the mic.
"Roger that Primarch Thunderhawk ten coming in for landing in 20, rest of the of wing is heading back ETA is one hour Copy." The unknown pilot said.
"Copy that Thunderhawk 1, Praise the Emperor" Martellus said.
"Roger that Primarch the Emperor Protects, see you soon!" The unknown pilot said as he peeled off and started back toward Tempest.
Martellus keyed the mic off and was in much better spirits as they were not cut off completely, he secretly thanked the Adeptus Mechanicus for all these new tools because if they did not have them they were all doomed. That is when the remembered the Tech Marine, he ran over to the site where he fell where a group of medics surrounded him, one of the medics saw him a walked to meet Martellus.
"The fall knocked him unconscious, we hit him with a pot injector and he is awake and lucid but he broke his back he will heal but it will take a day or two before he can walk." The medic said.
"Frack!" Martellus yelled, as he walked over to the young Tech Marine who was sitting on the ground they propped him up with some bricks they took out of the wall.
"What's your name Marine?" Martellus asked him.
"They call me Canetis Grand Primarch Sir!" The Marine said with a smile.
"Well Canetis your not out of the fight yet, I need you to man the coms, I will vox you what I need and you can relay to HQ can you do that and vice versa, do you understand? Martellus asked.
"Roger that in a hour or two I can take on the entire Republic if you ask Sir!" Canetis replied with a smile.
"I do not doubt that brother, you and you." Pointing to the two closest Marines. "Carry him to the entrance of the temple, where he has plenty of cover, and get him a bolt gun and plenty of ammo!" Martellus said as he slapped Canetis on the shoulder and quickly ran back to the North wall where the best view of the Republic Army was, He climbed the steps and met up with Russ and his second Timore. When he looked out to see what was happening as he was just in time to see 10 thousand archers lined up around the fort and about to let lose their first volley of magic arrows. Instinctively, Martellus voxed, "Down for cover, drop to the ground everyone!"
Everyone hit the ground as fast as they could but Timore who was distracted by talking to Russ looked over in time to see a wall of arrows coming his way. He took one in the knee joint, eye and collar. Martellus crawled over and grabbed his pot injector out of his pouch and stuck it in Timores neck, he pulled out the arrows and checked for a pulse on his armors life support system, it was weak but coming back.
"What the hell were you thinking Leman Russ! You just watched them form up an archer unit and stood and watched, without even reporting it?" Martellus screamed.
"Sir, I did not think they could harm us!" Russ replied.
"Of course they can these!" He said showing the arrows he pulled out of Timore.
"These are magical arrows that can aim for the weak spots in your armor and you are not wearing helmets, luckily your skulls are so thick!" Martellus yelled.
"Casualty report!" Martellus yelled.
"Grand Primarch, this is battle medic company 1 we just have a few minors nothing serious," He replied. He got similar replies from all the other battle medics, so no fatalities yet, he sighed,
"I want all Wolves helmets on for the rest of the operation, copy, also battle medic 1, I have one serious injury on the north…" Martellus said unit he was interrupted.
"Grand Primarch I am fine, minus an eye for now but fine" Timor said as he propped himself up and leaned against the outer wall pulling out his bolter.
"You are one tough bastard, you are lucky that arrow I took out of your eye did not pierce your brain, that was what the archer was aiming for!" Martellus said in astonishment.
Russ and Martellus were both shocked to see he was alive or at the least not in red dream which was a state a Terran Marine would go into when they were injured past the what the body could repair normally so they would slip into a coma like state. Then the body would shut down all non essential functions and work on repairing the damage.
"Its thanks to you Primarch, I felt myself going into red dream but you hit me with the pot injector just before it happened and gave me the boost my body needed." Timore said as he put his helmet on as another volley of arrows flew overhead.
"Russ I hope you learned something, the feeling of invincibility makes the Emperors son's lazy and proud, you almost lost your second to your pride," Martellus said.
"Yes Sir, the Emperor says pride is the inability to accept one's limitations!" Russ replied as he put his helmet on and loaded his bolter with a full magazine.
"Good, alright everyone on the walls return fire after the last next volley we need to take care of the archers before the supply ship comes and one well place enchanted mythril arrow could cause bad things for that bird alright, Roger that!" Martellus screamed to get the blood pumping for the Wolves who were in their first engagement,
"Roger that Sir!" He heard over the vox in a thousand different voices.
Everyone waited for the next volley then he heard the snaps of the bows and as the arrows flew right over head Martellus screamed, "Open Fire!"
That's when all hell broke loose, 900 Terran Marines on the wall plus the fifty or so that were shooting out of murder holes they had made in the wall started to fire. There was a split second that nothing happened as everyone took aim, for many of the Wolves had never shot a person before even though they had fired thousand of times at targets. Martellus took aim at what he was pretty sure was the captain by his uniform and snapped off his shot, after that the rest of the Wolves opened up with a staggering volley of fire, Martellus helped break any hesitation the Wolf's had.
The captain of the the archers was shot in the neck although Martellus was aiming for his head, all the other archers did not even notice until his head rolled in front of the man next to him. Then all the men in the first and second row heads started to explode, there chest blown wide open, arms ripped of, parts of their heads flying off. The archers had no idea what was happening, they saw the Terran Marines were all holding large talismans that made loud noises then immediately after men and women of the archers would fall down dead. They thought it to be some strange dark sorcery.
Half of the archers of the first through fifth archer corps were already dead, the smart ones fell to the ground and tried to crawl away but were still easy targets due to the Marines having the high ground, the ones that tried to run away where shot in the back within two paces..
"Were dying, we are all dying what do we do!" One archer screamed and turned around as a large hole appeared as a bolt blew open in his chest.
Several went mad or just refused to accept the situation and put another arrow in their bow and continued to fire until they were shot dead, since the most of the Marines had the hand held pistol variant of the bolter the archers were at the limit of the max effective range to that model. So most of the shots that hit were center mass or in the chest as they been taught, but Martellus noticed at his first shot was off and many of the Wolves shots were either missing or blowing the enemies arms or legs off or were just wildly off.
"Wolves remember your training they are more than 180 meters out so aim for the chest!" Martellus screamed over the vox.
They had killed over half the enemy archers but they were starting to reorganize and establish a chain of command after the loss of their leaders and Martellus did not want them to retreat out of range and have to fight them again, But after he had given the Wolves some marksmanship advice the real massacre began and the poor sods that were out there seemed to anyone who was watching from the enemy camp. That the entire archer corps exploded in a violent eruption of blood. To anyone who did not understand it looked as if they all just started to explode from the inside out like some sort of vile blood magic.
The entire 10 thousand archers all 10 companies of 1000 in the central army were cut down as if a giant scythe winnowed through them. Some of the mages who were suppose to help casting healing and protective magic went nearly mad watching the carnage unfold and no one in the entire 140,000 man army dared to even come close and help them as they thought this was the same magic used of the Kattsee plains by their Emperor 20 years ago.
After just 15 minutes 10,000 dead and dying archers bodies surrounded the temple in a mound, the fortunate ones died after the first volley. The archers in the back watched as death marched forward in the most cruelest of ways, unseen, unknown, and not to be bargained with not matter how hard they tried. By the end men were on their knees praying for mercy but they were met with death and nothing but death. One man, one single man made it back to the camp because he was at the front of the retreat that he ordered of the rest of his company intentionally used the bodies of his 50 fellow archers protected him for the carnage that revealed itself from that temple.
He was only twenty feet of safety with the ground exploding all around him. The young man said outloud, "Grand Primarch or God Emperor of the Imperium please spare me, I shall do anything I have a family and young child at home!"
Then time stopped for a few seconds and everything froze and a voice said, "Anything?"
The man snapped his head in the direction of his voice behind him and saw nothing and then he repeated, "Yes anything!"
"Good! I heard many prayers for help but I will grant yours! As I saw your plan to escape was so devious" The voice said.
The young archer turned his head slowly and saw a being in front of him in strange red clothes that looked like a Imperial Guard dress uniform. He had diamonds for eyes and a metal tail, he immediately recognized him as the one of the Guardian of the Imperium but did not know which one.
"I am one of the emerging Chaos Guardian Demiurge and you are..? He asked.
"Ratheal, Lord Demiurge I have no surname as only the rich and dragon clams have them in this nation." He stumbled and mumbled his answer.
"Finally, a two legged sheep with manners I so tired of brutes that attack me upon site because of my appearance and them I am forced to kill them without any proper introduction." Demiurge casually said as he adjusted his glasses.
The young man did not even hear what the godlike being was saying as he was emanating a power that made it hard to stand and even breath.
Clapping his hands together Demiurge he said, "So let's make a deal I shall give you some of my power and make you a demon thrall that shall be my messenger and spread the word of my coming greatness, and in return you can go back to your family after you are done."
"Ratheal looked at Demiurge and said, " I will turn into a demon? Will I be normal or even able to live a normal life?"
Demiurge visibly angry said, " Demon on the inside but body of a human' look breeder you can either agree or I can do it to you and if we go that route it will not end well!
"No!" I refuse I would rather die.
"Fine we can do both!" Demiurge snapped his fingers and cast [Transformation Demon Messenger] then Ratheal started to change and began foaming at the mouth. Demiurge opened gate and went back to the palace and released [long moment] that stretched out s second to a max of five minutes. It had its drawbacks no physical attacks while in use it was a spell meant to give you more time to think about a defense or cast spells in a fight.
To the Republic Army Ratheal was babbling and foaming at the mouth when they brought him to the command tent. They were trying to figure out what type of magic was used as their idea of trying to bombard the enemy into hiding in the temple then storming it had gone to waste and needed new ideas.
The General had a magician cast a [calm] spell over him and the archer quit grinding his teeth and clenching his fist so tight it was drawing blood. The man slumped down and then looked up at the General with dead eyes and spoke with a voice not of his own,
"I am Carnage, I am death, I am your demise, I take joy in your suffering and your death and are an homage to my God Emperor. I am the Chaos guardian and patron to Martellus the Red!" Then the man started to laugh maniacally and thrash and attempted to attack the General.
The General shouted, "Arrest this man and put him in change, he has clearly lost his mind!" As two of his biggest bodyguards went to subdue him but he threw one them off him like he was nothing, one was pushed and flew back ten feet out of the tent. The other man managed to grab his arm while Ratheal was dealing the the first man and put him in an armlock and broke it but Ratheals other arm was free and punched the guard in the face with it. The guards entire face was caved in and fell to the ground dead. Then Ratheals arm snapped back into place by some invisible force.
In no natural voice born of any man or beast the archer began to float and say, "I am looking for you General Grayscale murderer of Restreal, killer of children and women." He then smiled showing rows of now razor sharp teeth that would haunt any mans dreams for the rest of his life.
"Listen here messager of the Grand Primarch and your foul Guardian spirit, I need no lesson of killing innocents as you yourself have done the same to my people! He yelled at the man.
"Tit for Tat, my dear general but one thing I can assure you is that your death will not be pleasant I could kill you now but where's the fun in that." The the man who used to be an Ratheal turned into a full demon with long arms and had talons for claws, his body skin looked human but his body shape was all wrong, He suddenly reached out and a junior officer flew to Rathel hand the man began to yell but the demon squeezed his hand and a sickening crunch sound was made and the man went limp and he bit out his throat with his razor sharp teeth that looked like a shark and threw him to the side.
The Demon smiled at the General and said, "See your death and any of your commanders is mine to take whenever I please."
The demon started to sing in a form of a nursery rhyme while at the same time the guards and soldiers were trying to to stab and fire arrows at him but there was a yellowish blue flame that protected him. The demon floated above the command tent for all to see and sang with a voice that was amplified so all in the Republic could hear it, some said it felt like it was inside their heads, "I made a deal the Martellus the Red, he said if I did this I would not be dead, everyone here will die by his hand, very soon this will be Imperium land. Make a pact with him he will save you today, but if you doubt death will come soon so do not delay, MAKE A PACT OR DIE! HEHEHEHEHE!l" The demon said and then the same blue and yellow fire that protected him looked as if it started to consume him and as this was happening the man laughed all the way through it until the fire completely consumed him.
"Where did he go?" The General screamed but not one could answer not even the magicians could answer as they said they had never seen such magic. From then on the talk of the camp was that anyone could make a pact with the Grand Primarch Martellus the Red and he would save you from that terrible death they all had seen or turn you into hideous monster and kill you at any time. No one felt safe in the camp how could anyone after what they had seen happen with one of their own.
"Madness, absolute madness!" Exclaimed the General but the damage had already been done. Within half an hour all of the tribal leaders of the Demihuman militias were at his tent. There were four of them in total, Bunny men, Elf, Mix Race clans that consisted of Minotaurs and Barolos and other small tribes and finally the Medusa Tribe. The Medusa tribe was the most deadly out of all of them, but also the important and weary as they felt they we often exploited for their powers. They took a long time to reproduce as well so losing their entire militia would be catastrophic for their tribe. The General invited them in and the leader of the Medusa tribe as always was elected to speak for them.
His name was Slight von Stoneye and was over four hundred years old, but look like he was around forty in hunan years. He was strong and tall, the men of his species did not have serpent hair as the women only did but they did have patches of skin that had scales and snake eyes. Other than that the looked human, males had the power to turn weaker being into stone and also release them. The women could do the same but also forcefully read minds but it would kill the person if they resisted regardless was still abilities all those in the Republic desired to abuse. The tribe fled from from their native lands because of the Slane Theocracy attacks on Demihumans and they were close enough to be threatened.
The General knew what was happening but he had to tread lightly as they had their own council and did not answer to him or anyone. The Republic founding was based on equality among races and equal representation between them and the central portion was semi-autonomous just as the South and North. So it was a fact that the Demi-humans could order him to leave if they wish as they were in their province.
"General we of the Demi-human council have an sent the Imperium and Republic a letter of neutrality, that state we will not take side and also we will peacefully join the side who wins the war. Many of our races such as ours would face extinction if we sustain losses as you have today. We of the Demi-human council will allow the battle to take place on your lands leaving you the advantage as a conciliation. We of the council will leave immediately and go back to our respective tribes and eagerly await the outcome may your gods protect you." Slight finished saying flanked by the council.
General Gillscale stood up and said, "As you know I have to respect your decision and thank you for allowing us to still fight in your on your lands. I wish your tribe all the prosperity in the world and look forward to working together again." He said with gritted teeth, He could not say anything more, if he insulted the tribes he risked them kicking them out of the central lands and the Imperium taking it without force pushing them further up North. Or even worse they could turn on them and fight against them with the Imperium which would cause Chaos.
The Demi-human council shuffled out in their ceremonial robes and went back to their camp sites where they were already breaking down their tents and loading wagons to leave. While the General enraged threw everything of his desk and then flipped it over, his only living jr. officer watched as the man screamed and threw out every curse imaginable.
"Damn the Imperium, with their dark magic, and those abominations that they call soldiers but I have a surprise for him, we have convinced a Dragon Lord to fight! He is on his way incognito as we speak, we just need to keep them pinned out until he arrives then I will have Martellus the Red's Head!" The General said mockingly.
The Republic Army was now down to 100,000 men against 1000 after the first skirmish.
Meanwhile in the Castle of Nazarick Emperor Ainz and four of his chosen Chaos Guardians were all watching the mirror of viewing. Demiurge was standing with a smile as everything had gone according to HIS plan and he was awaiting praise from his master.
"Umu, well Demiurge not only did you save the Demi-human tribes for my collection but you also found out one of our elusive Dragon Lords are coming. I will put the Inquisitors on it right now to find him." Ainz said as he stroke his chin.
"God Emperor Lord Ainz if I may?" Shallteer said.
"You may." Ainz said with a wave of his hand,
"Demiurge, was only to scare the superstitious Demihumans but he revealed himself as the Chaos Guardian, and patron of the future warmaster, was it not decided to have him chose when you ascend to the throne and imbue us with great power?" Shallteer said.
"Yes that is true, I feel that Demiurge did get carried away and this is something of a problem, now I feel that your all must assist Martellus and introduce the new Chaos Guardians to the world one at a time. With that said, I have an artifact and a new procedure that will allow him to withstand a large influx of power without the vessel breaking. So in the interest in solidarity you shall all give Martellus the power of a deamon prince when the Great Black Crusade begins to take Segmentum Sol. He will lead the bulk of the force while you will all have splinter fleets with your own Chaos Marines to do with what you will, after we take the Segmentum you shall be free to make lesser princes and go on your own crusades until the time comes and this is if it and only if it that Martellus is dead. I want you to work together to prove to me your can work alone, do your understand?"
"Yes, my lord." They all bowed.
"Martellus is not to know about this, I have a final test for him to pass before he given a fraction of your powers and given the Mantel of Warmaster!" AInz said,
Demiurge and the others looked at eachother, "Master will it be THAT test?" They asked.
"Ah, yes it will be very astute of you, it will be interesting to see how he fares since the curse of the [Blood of the God of War] has not corrupted him, which it should have by now, if his character is strong enough to make it through the war in tact we can trust him, agreed?" Ainz asked.
All of the Guardians nodded and replied, "Agreed." and all began laughing as they all could not wait for the show when the time came.
They all went back to watching the battle with interest, when Shallteer smiled and thought, "It is time for the other Chaos Guardian to make an appearance so all the world shall know!" At the same time Demiurge was mixed with his feelings as his master saw through his plans to become the top Chaos Guardian but he was also not surprised as he was much more intelligent than he. He simply would have to move his plans back after Segmentum Sol was taken, then he could make his move to become the greatest of the four.
OK, first skirmish of the big battle for the Republic is over and set up for the big one! Big question for your guys, I have intentionally kept which Chaos guardian is for; blood lust and war, change and mutilation, disease and plague and pleasure and pain. Which one do you think would fit best, I do not think there really is one that fits plague and disease but the other ones I have gone back and forth and remember Albedo is not going to be one as she is going to be entombed with Ainz. Anyways thanks for reading and I would love to hear your opinions.