Another Chapter on the same day- what heresy is this!? This is my way of apologising for three months without one.
I do not claim any ownership to Dream Evil or The Chosen Ones by said band.
Once again I recommend listening to the song while reading.
Chaplain Desturis was amongst his brothers at the base of the stairs leading to the last stronghold of the non-chaotic forces. In short this was the last line of defence.
Desturis was standing on the corpse of a mighty Daemon in the form of a heretical creature called a 'dragon'.
He scoffed as he saw the huge army of Daemons and Heretics tearing their way towards them- the Chaplain knew this was a battle they could not win, but they could blunt the tip of the spear and buy the others time.
He rose his Crozium Arcanum high and ran -along with his brothers- forward brothers. As his heart filled with valour, Desturis felt the urge to sing.
"We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon
In glory we return, our destination's end
We slayed the dragon!
No more living in fear, it's time to raise our king.
We made it happen, we're the chosen ones!"
As the two lines clashed, blood -daemonic, corrupted and righteous- ran thick.
Desturis' heart was lifted as he heard his brothers sing in response.
"We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon
We're the chosen ones!"
Desturis brought his Crozium down hard on a Bloodletter's skull, causing it to explode before swinging it around into the gut of another Daemon- a plaguebarer- and then twisted the power maul, causong pustule ridden blood to fly out and stain the pure white of Desturis' skull helm.
Then as Desturis was about to execute the lesser Daemon, a bolt of warp lightning struck his shoulder pad.
Desturis turned to see a chaotic sorcerer- a corrupted Librarian, the Chaplain gripped his Rosarius and charged him- once again bellowing a song of war.
"Riding through thunder and
lighting once again
We slayed the beast we brought an end
Now we have left the kingdom of the damned
Heroes of the day, legends forever!"
Desturis shoulder barged the sorcerer and narrowly ducked under his force sword as his Brothers sung out again.
"We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon
We're the chosen ones!"
The sorcerer managed a lucky strike on Desturis, shredding through his holy armour and cutting deep into his flesh. However before his arm could be completely removed, Desturis smashed his Crozium into the helmet of his foe, blood ran from the helmet.
Then Desturis connected his bad shoulder with the torso of the Sorcerer and knocked him clean off of his feet.
As the Chaplain reduced the head of the sorcerer to mush, he sung out again.
"It seems to me like a journey without end
So many years, too many battles
We've finally arrived, now we're standing at the gates
Heroes of the day, legends forever!"
His Battle Brothers were envigoured by his song-chant and as they battle with the Daemons, one which they were somehow winning, the Space Marines bellow their response.
"In glory we return, our destination's end
We slayed the dragon
No more living in fear it's time to raise our king
We made it happen we're the chosen ones!"
This time Desturis was met by two heretical champions, one with an axe and the other a power maul. The Chaplain swung around, denting the helmet of the Chaos Marine carrying the maul, however the other moved behind Desturis and severed his arm with a blow from the axe.
Desturis was filled with holy vigour and fury, so instead of falling to the ground he dropped the maul and picked up his severed arm. The adamantium clad limb proved to be a far more effective in the hand of the enraged Chaplain- something the two champions found out as they were pumled to death by it. Now both Desturis and the Space Marines sung out in a deafening shout.
"We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon
In glory we return, our destination's end
We slayed the dragon
No more living in fear it's time to raise our king
We made it happen we're the chosen ones!"
This was when Desturis saw them- he spotted them through a gap in the combating forces- a pair of Daemon Princes. Desturis hefted his severed arm and -along with a small amount of marines who had also spotted the Daemons- hurtled towards them, bellowing their song as the did so.
"We are the chosen ones, we sacrifice our blood
We kill for honor
We are the holy ones our armor stained with blood
We killed the dragon!"