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Souls, souls, souls, souls.
So many souls Ruin could smell, and not aligned to any true deity either.
Unprotected.
The Eldritch horror in human shape grinned up at the gigantic Necrons that had been making their way here, to this lonely backwater planet, one not of the Imperium yet, apparently intending to collect souls for their masters, the C'tan.
The C'tan who were only false gods.
...Then he ripped its soul out with a single fluid movement. Ate it. Tasted its screams as its shell fell down, lifeless.
...Terra required souls to consume, for her precious Elysium.
Terra was not going to have to eat its own babies for that, this time.
Oh, no. Chaos had just found a lovely, tasty set of souls, just wandering around, thinking their metal armor protected them.
...Silly Necrons. All falls to Ruin, even the atoms in your shells' alloys. Even the pieces that hold your shells together. Everything can be separated from everything else by one process or the other.
"Everything falls to ruin." he told them as he advanced on them.
"And." he smiled, eyes bright and feral and more than a little mad. "You're not peoples."
Metal shells fell to metal dust, exploded, or shattered into their component parts between one moment and the next as the full attention of universal entropy, destruction and molecular destruction fell upon them.
"So it's perfectly alright to reduce you to nothingness." he told them, as he gathered his harvest of souls and metal parts.
In his passing, even their shells were taken. After all, they'd save Terra the problem of having to mine more metals, and the Emperor might like to see what he could make of these.
And his little daughter's family deserved all the presents Ruin could give them.
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