Orpheus stood within his private quarter of the Templar Battle Barge Hell’s Fury. He removed a gauntlet and looked upon the white flesh. The scars had vanished completely. Next he removed his helm. Pitch black hair spilled down any trace of grey gone. His muscles tensed as he drew the daemon weapon and laid it on the bunk. The edges sparkled in the dim light seemingly cutting into real space. At the bottom of the leather braided hilt shone a small polished skull cut from Obsidian. A black diamond had been fastened into each of the eye sockets. Grinning the pointed metal teeth gleamed.
"Hail brother." came a voice over the broken static erupting from the vox. "We are preparing to make translation back to Terra via warp jump."
"So mote it be." Orpheus replied as he disabled the channel. He sat upon his iron throne and strapped himself tight into the seat. The Hellblade began to wail as space folded into itself.
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