"I can see Mr 'Needs to work on his personality' has returned after seeking his audience with Lord Vect" said Tahril, walking up to him
"And I can see that Mr 'Has anger issues' has finally calmed down" retorted Malek
"Harrumph" was all Tahril could manage to say
"Listen Tahril, the portal to Commorragh is having problems so we're gonna have to shut it down in a couple of hours"
"Fine" said Tahril, walking off to the Halls of Blood
"Yranque?" asked Malek into his comm "I need you to gather your forces, we're killing Tahril today"
"But my lord, are you sure about this?" asked Haemonculus Ancient Yranque Carnimain
"Yes, now you'll have two hours to muster and bring all Dark Souls Commorites you can" explained Malek "As soon as a minute has passed from two hours, I will shut the portal, on my signal once you're here, we'll attack. Many of Tahril's followers will join us, if you see anyone with the mark of Dark Khaine, they're on our side"
"Yes, my lord" responded Yranque, as he cut off the communication
Within the space of an hour, many Commorites had come to Lacunae, Yranque at their lead. Though not just from The Kabal of Dark Souls, there were Wyches and Beastmaster's, with their Donorian Clawed Fiends, Khymerae and Razorwing Flocks all from the Cult of the Seventh Curse and there were many from The Dark Covenant, a Haemonculi Coven founded by Yranque. A coven that not only focused on experimenting and torturing its captives, but a coven that also focused on modification to the body. For example, new organs, liquids that would help blood clot at wounds and the skin would start to knit itself back together. Many of these modifications were like the human Space Marines but the goal was not to make a warrior built for brute force but a warrior built for speed, agility, strength and other virtues.
"This is all?" asked Malek
"Yes sir, many of your followers is either busy on realspace raids or are elsewhere" answered Yranque
"They all know the plan"
"Good, Wait for my signal"
As Yranque moved off, Tahril approached Malek with a look of inquiry on his almost bone-white face.
"What's with all these reinforcement's Malek? Feel unsafe among those of the Kabal of the Black Heart?" asked Tahril laughing at his own joke, though no one else did.
Once Tahril noticed that no one was laughing but him he cleared his throat and looked at Malek as if he actually expected an answer.
"Tahril not now" replied Malek, sighing
"Don't act like a child and ignore me" said Tahril
"By Shiamesh, Commorragh could do better without you and your family. The Tahril family has always been a bother for Commorragh"
"Commorragh could be much better without you filthy human-born" retorted Tahril, who was proud of himself for coming up with that comeback.
However, the result Tahril got was not the one he expected. Instead of Malek storming off in anger, Tahril was thrown backwards into a building. He got up and looked at Malek with surprise, he had no idea that Malek would ever do that; assault an Archon of The Black Heart Kabal.
"I tire of this" said Malek, who raised his wrist to his face and spoke into the comm built into it, magnifying these words "Operation Results is ago, I repeat Operation Results is ago!"
After these words Malek ran towards Tahril's Incubi, drawing his blade. The Incubi ran towards Malek, Tormenter Helms firing, Punisher's held high to strike his face. Malek, dodging all of these blows and sending one sharpened spear of shadows straight through the Incubi. Tahril watched in abject horror as his Elite Bloodguard Incubi, were felled in one move. Tahril ran and hid and watched the ensuing battle. Those from the Kabal of Dark Souls, The Seventh Curse, The Dark Covenant and even those from his own Kabal turned against him. He realised that the enemy were all sporting the Mark of Dark Khaine on their chest. Those who did not must still be loyal to him. He watched the battle in the air between the Scourges of the Black Heart and the Dark Souls, the battle between the Reavers and the Reaver Jetbikes, the battle between the Ravens and the Razorwing Jetfighters. It was a battle of the old Dark Eldar versus the Dark Eldar that filled Commorragh today. Tahril's cover was soon discovered and he was forced to fight. His Agoniser Claw flashed back and forth, cutting open the Mandrakes that had found him. These Mandrakes were different, throwing icy cold balls of fire at their enemies; these Mandrakes must have come from Commorragh with Malek. Tahril started wondering what he payed them with but told himself to snap out of it. He needed to concentrate on how he was going to get out of here when he saw a portal explode open and more Black Heart Kabalite's poured through. Before Tahril could get near the portal, a whip of darkness flew straight towards it and the portal turned black, collapsing in on itself, killing all within it.
"Find Tahril!" shouted Malek "But leave him to me!"
"Yes sir!" replied his Trueborn
As Tahril ran from the Wyches of the Seventh Curse Cult, he cursed Malek with every known Dark Eldar curse and the like. He soon lost the Wyches but kept his guard up in case he was suddenly attacked by another one of Malek's followers. He was not; however prepared to believe that many of his own troops had betrayed him, his own men, who had loyally fought beside him in many battles. He soon heard the sound of feet crunching the dirt and the sound was closing in. He was amazed at how quite things were, this far from the main centre of battle. The only fighting going on this far from the war-city was between the Scourges and Hellions of both Kabals. As he was running from the advancing Wyches, he stopped as he watched a Scourge from his Kabal fall from the sky. When it hit the ground, Tahril got an idea, although it was a rather foolish plan.
"If this fails, I am going to hate myself for a long time" said Tahril facing the sky. He soon spread the wings that belonged to the now dead Scourge as his way out of here "Here goes nothing"
Tahril soon shot up into the air, at a speed that was too much for him. He had never flown anything more that a Raven fighter in his life. Now he was using a pair of Scourge wings, wings that used to just be jump-packs in the shape of wings but nowadays, Scourges had actual wings that were surgically placed there. It was a long, painful and sometimes fatal process.
Tahril flew back towards the war-city, where the battle was still raging; he had picked up the dead Scourge's Splinter Cannon and wanted to have a word with those of the Kabal of Dark Souls. He had already disposed of the Wyches chasing him but it was not enough, Tahril's appetite for death had become insatiable, his anger at its peak. He wanted blood and revenge, and when this battle was over he was going to add Malek's entire body to his trophy collection.
Malek could sense that Tahril was angry and out of control. It had all gone according to plan, once Tahril was angry, he wouldn't be able to think straight and he would make brash moves. Malek quickly turned and put up a shield of darkness around him as shards flew straight towards him, turning the shield into a blot of shadow and flung it at Tahril who was unable to act fast enough and was thrown backwards to the ground.
The Scourge wings crushed, Tahril charged at Malek, Agoniser Claw held up behind him. Malek followed suit, by summoning his dark sword and charged at Tahril. Their weapons met with a great clang as they duelled in an open space, Malek jumping back and forth, sword flashing, Tahril swinging his claw in and out, his claw crackling with energy. Malek jumped to the side, plunging his blade into Tahril's leg. Tahril howled in pain as the sword soon unleashed dark energy into his leg and knocked Malek to the ground, cutting Malek's arm with his claw. Malek rolled around, wracked with unnatural pain, and said in his head; so this is what pain is…..
Malek jumped up once the pain had faded and delivered a kick to Tahril's face, forcing him back to a large cage. Tahril ducked as Malek's blade tried to pin him to the wall of the cage and rolled away, once he got up he started running towards the Dark Foundries where he found his Raven Fighter; The Shrieker. As Malek watched Tahril gun the engines, he teleported back to his Dark Foundries, where he got into his Razorwing Jetfighter; The ShadowSword.