Yeah how are you all doing, yeah, yeah I did take a little while, but I only write this story when I feel compelled to serve THE EMPRAH, or was it THE EMPEROR. Never mind that there is use of the Black Rage in this Chapter and the way I use it is the same as it is used in the short novel Deathstorm. I do hope you enjoy this chapter and what I have done in it so please enjoy it.

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Chapter Three

"Stay Down, run when I tell you, I will protect you with every drop of my blood" Faffnr Bludbroder Watch-Pack Master of the VI Legion to Tarasha Euten "The Unremembered Empire"

"For the Emperor!" I yell these ever familiar words as I charge into the battle side by side with The Sanguinor.

I see the Exemplar of the Host leap into the air and the Bloodthirster now roars in reply as it does the same.

I see the two of them clash and the sound akin to the what happens when a Dreadnought meets a tank rang out.

I see The Sanguinor expertly avoid the axe of the Bloodthirster and plunge his the master crafted power sword that he has on him into the Daemons chest.

But I have no time to gaze on in awe, there is a battle to be fought and even now I can see the lesser Daemon, those Bloodletters slip into the material realm.

But they shall not stay here for long, The Sanguinor has his battle and I have mine, with a battle cry upon my lips I yell "By the dawn be burnt warp spawn!"

They look to me away from the battle between two entities that are beyond myself and them.

They see me as a lesser foe a foe that they can beat with numbers alone, I will show them why I earned the rank of 2nd Captain.

If be they god, heretic, mutant or alien, the enemies of man shall fall by my blade this day, they shall all perish here!

The first of them comes at me, it's daemon blade swirling in its hands, a bloody cry coming from it's mouth, but that is where it made a mistake.

There is no use for a display of skill in battle against warp spawn like them, there is no honour in it either.

A well placed punch from my free arm crashing into the skull of the Bloodletter, I sever it's sword with the power sword I was given and then bring it down to cut through the daemons head.

The second now comes at me, but I am ready for it, I move to the left and avoid the blow from its own blade.

It tries to move to recover from over extending itself, but I will not let it.

I thrust my power sword and it sinks into its skull, I rip it out and see that there are around eight more of them, but one of them has a banner?

The one with the banner must been the first of them to come here.

I know not how it came, but right now that is of no concern to me, what is my concern is that it has to die so that no more of there twisted brethren can enter the material world."

I do not look back but I call out now to the ones who claim to be gods and said "If you have any desire to stop this incursion take out the one with the banner!"

I do not wait for a reply and myself charge forth at it to put and end to it.

Athena

The word of the fool in reds words were lost on her, she was captivated by the golden figure that shone with brilliance and majesty in front of her.

His form of sword play was perfect, each motion he did made her heat skip a beat.

She now saw him take on a foe that could easily best her as if he did this every day of his life.

She saw him beat his wings and spin to avoid both whip and axe of the fiend, she saw how with every strike he drew blood and then pulled back.

It never got hit, not once, not by the arms, the axe, the whip or even when the fiend tried to ram him with its whole body.

If Athena did not know better than to judge a book by its cover she would have said that this battle would have been a long one of attrition to see if the fiend would fall before it could land a blow on the elegant angel.

But she now bore witness to the strength of the angel as he edged his blade down towards the fiends head only to be be blocked by the axe.

She was able to see that the angel only held the blade in a single hand, while the fiend was using both to hold up the blow.

Size as well as stature had no meaning to this battle, it was clear to her now that, this angel was by far the stronger out of the two.

As it now seemed to dart away and renew the attack upon its foe.

The golden mask the hid the emotion upon his face it shone so brightly that Athena could feel the power within it, the power that he used, the power that was him.

She now watched as he raced up the arm of the beast and took a dive as he ran his blade through the left wing of the fiend.

The fiend let loose a cry that could turn the faint of heart deaf.

She saw now that a blade protruded from the fiends chest and then it was gone as the angel began to dash up and down the fiends body.

Stream if blood followed in the wake of the golden flash.

The movements of the angel became harder and harder to see as if it was fading in an out of reality with each strike.

Each now dash of gold made the image before the eyes of the goddess of wisdom blur just a little more.

The image before he began to get more and more red and all before her was a red blur with a few golden streaks running rampant through it never staying in one area for long.

Athena was woken out of her captivation when Apollo called out to her "You could you know wipe the blood from your eyes at least "I don't know why are just staring at them, even Mr D is here."

Athena wiped her eyes and all became clear once more, the image was clear and so was the victor.

She now looked to her half brother who was up in his chariot firing arrow after arrow at the red beings that were in short now flooding the area around them.

She could see that the Olympian in charge of camp Half-Blood, Dionysus had come as well.

He had tried to summon vines to bind the fiends but as she could see all of them seemed to wither if they came too close to them.

She also notice many of them lay upon the ground slain, if that's what one could call it.

Either from a sword or that of an arrow, but at this point in time, there seemed to be no end to them.

Athena now cast her eyes out to the fool in red who now was knee deep in corpses fighting his way toward a creature holding a banner.

But a flash of golden light caught her eye.

The angel shining in all his glory now had broken the axe of the fiend he was facing and now wrapping it up in its own whip and heaving it, he was lifting it into the sky.

She saw his wings beat as well as a roar of some type of engine as a pack upon the back of the angel burst into flames as it projected said angel and his foe into the sky.

Athena noticed that even Apollo gave a brief pause to watch as the angel rocketed up.

The fiend was kicking and screaming and only now did Athena know the intent of the angel.

He meant to hurl the fiend down to the earth, from such a height it would surely perish.

Scion of Sanguinius

It has been but 2 minutes by the standard of ancient Terra, I can feel the pain that my body had felt as well as the wound that the Bloodthirster had inflicted taking their toll upon my body.

I can feel that my flesh has been pierced multiple times.

I can feel the blood as it flows forth from them.

I can see the one, the warp spawn with the banner.

I will end it even if the last drop that flows from my veins is spent to do so.

It does not run, no it believes that it is safe, that I am too injured to fight on.

The warp spawn that I now have to scramble over would beg to differ.

I can feel the strength ebbing from my sword arm, I can tell that I will not last much longer.

There are many of these warp spawn now, too many for myself to break through alone.

I know that many of them that ran around me must have fallen or else I would find a blade in my back.

But there is no time to recall the past or how many I have slain, no for three of them now set upon me, three wolves attacking an injured lion.

But they forget even when injured a lion is still an apex predator and it can still kill all of them.

I do not waste energy on speech I can no longer afford to.

With all the strength I can muster, slowly let the black clouds engulf my mind once more and put all my energy into charging that blasted warp spawn with the banner.

I am injured, my wound may be fatal, but in a last charge a lion will surely crush the wolves that dare to remain in its path.

I find my answer as I smash past the first three, I can feel the slashes they made at me as I do so, I did not stop not for them.

I can feel the pain as one had managed to stab into side.

But I ignore the pain, right now all there is to me is that banner and the black clouds that I am so desperately trying to get out of.

If I am to fall, I wish to do so as myself not who I think I supposed to be.

I can hear the sounds of flames crackling as my vision sows that the warp spawn around me have been hit by arrows of fire.

They are not yet gone from this world, but I cannot delay nor stop.

I can feel it, I can feel the thirst in my body rising, the images around me are becoming a blur.

But I hold on and focus and hold out the blur so that I may still see my target, so that I may still act as I should.

It now is backing away from me, those around it are making a shield out of there bodies for it.

I can't let that stop me, if I were to pause for but a moment, I am sure my body would fail.

I press on and as I hit them I use them as leverage to charge up and over them crushing there bodies as I smash through them, there are too many and I am bound to fall soon.

I can feel the blades of many as they pierce both armour and flesh.

Curse them for their weapons curse them for all that they are, but I do not say so openly.

I am unsure if I would be able to form the words at this point my vocal cords still work.

It does not matter no I can feel my legs failing now and I can feel their blades cut deeper into my chest.

I channel my rage take smash all that is to my right aside, take aim and throw my power sword at my foe.

Even as I feel my body go down as my vision begin to drop to the ground it is as if all time has slowed.

I can see my arm out in front of me, I can see my power sword as it moves slowly to it's target I can see that the intended target is unable to move.

I can see my self ever so slowly looking at the ground but eve as I see it getting closer I can see that my sword has hit true and the banner is broken and so is the blasted Bloodletter the servant of the blasted four who held and then I can see no more.

In a memory

I lay upon the ground, looking up at the ceiling, I had been forced down by the enemy, my blade had been of no use against Tactical Dreadnought Armour.

A curse upon them for their use of it, to turn from Humanity, a curse upon them for this as well.

The crewmen and women that had been with me are dead, I can see what is left of their bodies littered around me.

I had expected the enemy to come in force, but I had not expected for them to use Tactical Dreadnought Armour.

That was my folly that my soul and the souls of those who died because of it now hold.

To our credit, two out of the five lay dead beside us I do not believe that they Arch Enemy is pleased by that.

I gather my strength push away the black clouds that were closing in and push the limits of my body.

Rising up from the floor I am greeted by a crude sneer from the leader of these traitors.

He now speaks his twisted features spouting garbled words as the proof of his sins the mutation has claimed his tongue.

"You stand alone Brother, where are the rest of you thin bloods we did not come aboard this ship to face only one of you."

I do not give it an answer, I only charge in some mad desperate attempt to kill him.

I did managed to land a clean blow on it, but it only scrapped his armour not even denting it.

It though hit me with its fist rather than the thunder hammer.

It must not view me as worth the effort to kill it, it is mocking me, telling me that I cannot defeat it, that I cannot win.

"Can you feel that thin blood, your time is at an end, your service is over, you will die but not here, I will have your torn apart slowly bit by bit so you will know that you truly failed-."

It was cut off there as a new voice "The Emperor, the earth of ancient Terra shall run red with their blood!"

I hear the roar of a jump pack as a Brother in black collided his thunder hammer with the heretic's face.

Blood spurted out in all directions as I heard the battle cries being yelled over the roar of multiple jump packs.

Flashes of black and red came forth and with a fury that put my own rage to shame I saw the two remaining heretics cut down before me.

I heard them call out "The blasted traitors are finished, we must move on, claim the lives of any that have turned their back on the Emperor!"

I know them, I know them all to well, they are, they are Death Company, those who have fallen to the Black Rage.

They are mad men, who dwell in the a past that they were not part of.

They call out challenges to foes who are not there and call out the names of allies who exist only in memory.

Only they would use a jump pack in a ship, only they would dare to do so.

They are gone beyond all hope and yet here they are, here to serve the Chapter one final time.

I now pull my body up once more and look at the mad men in front of me. I know no fear, but in my heart I know that if I were to survive this, one day their fate shall be my own.

I assess that my chapter must have sent them aboard while the others left, they must have fought their way from the deck they were on to here and not a moment too soon.

There are around 20 of them, I know not how many have fallen to get here.

But such a high number does not bode well for the Chapter.

I know that they must have been

taken from every company, but such high numbers still causes on to know that we may vanish from the annuls of history.

One of them looks at me and raises the power sword in his arms "Are you friend or foe, speak quickly, we have many tasks to do, Terra still burns and we would see to it that it does so no more."

The one who had saved me, the one with the thunder hammer puts his arm on this ones shoulder and says "Stay your blade brother, can you not see that he is of the legion, look at his armour, look at his face, we are brothers."

All of them helmeted give a nod, they all sound like they have screamed themselves hoarse.

The one who stayed the other now says to me "What news commander, have the sons of Dorn arrived are they to link up with us, has the Khan arrived just as he promised to relieve us of our posts?"

I can only shake my head and say "No brother, the ones who are with you and myself, we are all that is left upon this ship."

He looks at me as if he knows me, I do not know why, but I feel as if I know him.

His face is masked by his helmet but I ask "Do you know me brother?"

He looks at my face for just a moment before he brings his hand to his helm and says "Did we, did we fight upon Eternity Gate together, did we push back the traitors in the palace?"

I know that voice, I knew him a long time ago, back when I was a scout, he and I were inducted into the Chapter in the same batch.

He saved my life many times and I his, it is grimly fitting that he his here now.

But I can not lament nor show any remorse, not while I have a mission to complete.

So now I say "Brother we are not aboard the Vengeful Spirit, but our mission is no less important, this ship cannot be allowed to fire upon our brothers."

Even now I know that the enemy are sending more aboard, I had killed countless cultist to get here, I had even vanquished at least 30 of these Lesser Daemons.

I know that the mission just became possible again, I am also can see that this is only fitting that I lead these brothers in theirs and my last act of service for the chapter, this is the end.

"Brothers, I need your aid, I intend to destroy this ship, I will overload the warp-drive and take it along with all the other ships around it down, I will not let them harm any of our brothers with this vessel!"

I did my best to keep my voice calm, but I yelled the last part.

This is partly due to the fact that I am in pain, partly due to the fact that I will not let the Arch Enemy use my ship to harm any of my brothers.

In truth I did not know what to expect from the mad men, but I heard a roar come from all of them.

Their words were mangled but I was able to make out from them "By the Emperor it shall be so!"

"Death to those who have dared to turn their back on the master of mankind."

"The enemy will regret ever coming to Terra, we shall make them pay!"

"A death in service to the Primarch Sanguinius, it is a death I will gladly accept!"

"Our death is immaterial if we die in service for the Emperor, for it is better to die for the Emperor than live for ones self."

I hear the thud of what can only be a Dreadnought and I reel around just in case it is a foe.

But it is not, no the one who is behind me is a grim reminder of the Black Rage and it's reach.

The once proud Dreadnought who had served as one for many centuries fell.

His name was the same as that as the planet Lorn.

If he was here then I the chances of my succeeding on my own were slim and he along with the rest of Death Company were send to make sure I did not fail.

"AND WHAT OF I, IS THERE GLORY FOR LORN HERE AS WELL!"

It unknown how or why he fell, but in the late hours of the night upon a world so far away his will finally snapped and he succumb to the rage.

If it was the passing of the Sanguinary Guards wings as they passed over head or the roar of titan engines as it gridded into action.

But now he was here and a the mission had become even more possible.

"Honoured Lorn, there is much glory to be had, we shall cut down as many traitors as we can."

His voice now boomed to me "I SHALL, I WILL LAY THEIR HEARTS AT THE FEET OF OUR PRIMARCH!"

I see his optics move glances at the Death Company behind me and then back to my face.

"LET US GO, THE TRAITORS SHALL DIE THIS DAY!"

A roar of approval comes from the Brothers in black and I turn to look at them.

"Stay well Commander, we shall prevail, those who defile Terra shall be crushed beneath us!

I give him a nod and say "Let us strike forth at the enemy together my brothers!"

Reality

Athena looked at what had once been a war zone, this area, the foes they had faced, the angel, all of it, all of them were gone as if they never existed.

She now saw that the earth that the fiends had stepped on looked as if it had died or worse.

The smell of blood still polluted the air and she could feel that dread she had felt before still within her.

Athena now saw Apollo come down in his chariot he had a grim expression on his face.

"What happened to you, did that Angel guy look so good that you could not help but stare at him, I mean if that guy in the red armour had not known how to beat stop the constant flow of these, I don't know what they are called, you would be dead!"

Part of her pride swelled up as she was about to rebuke Apollo for his harsh tone but the clear cut as well as rather pissed of voice of Dionysus rang out to both of them.

"Not to be rude, but can any of you tell me what went on here, also that man in red, I think he may not have much time left if we do not find a way to heal him."

Athena in her mind said two things the first was berating herself for her lack or rather absence of actions, being captivated by the angel who now was no where to be seen.

It was true, she did find him attractive as well as curious to who he was, she had tried to reach out to his mind, but found that she was unable to do so, he was too strong for her.

The other was her divine wisdom at work which told her that they had to save that fool in red.

He was well versed in fighting these fiends, so if they were to return this fool can and would tell them how to fight them.

She did not like it, but she knew better than to try and go into his mind once more, she had seen what it was like before battle, she knew better than to try and go in there and make the same mistake twice.

She now turned to Apollo and said "He knew how to fight these and he was no friend to them, out of the three of us here, I say we save him and deal with father later."

Apollo gave her a nod while Dionysus gave a sigh and said "Very well, but this is your doing not mine, all of it is."

Athena did not need him to tell her that, she knew that this was her fault in a sense, she may not admit it to them, but she knew that her mistake had caused all of this.

"Then let us set about to save him, I and I am sure you have question for him, also did you see where that Golden Angel vanished to?"

Apollo gave a laugh and then said "Oi, oi, not thinking of breaking your oath are you?"

She gave him a glare so he put his hands up in front of him defensively and said "Just a joke, in any case I did not see him after the last of the fiends fell."

Dionysus now said "I did see him, but I think I must have been dreaming, he straight up took a step back jumped up and vanished into thin air before my eyes, almost like how those things came?"

Okay so how did you like it as I said the Black Rage interpretation was from the short novel Deathstorm, should read it by the way it is nice. I also adding in the fact that Athena naturally would be attracted to the Sanguinor, heck he would put all the Olympians to shame, I'm straight and a guy but I'm just saying anything female would fall for him or the Primarch and any male who swings that way would if Sanguinius were real. Some of the keys are fucking up on my keyboard sorry.

Please review and let me know what you think of the story so far, no flaming.