There came an eerie sound counter sink to the wail of the daemon blade. Orpheus involuntarily bit his lip drawing blood, a single drop split upon his chin marring the pale whiteness. Something stirred just along the other side of the aether forming against the Geller field projectively jacketing the hull of Hell’s Fury. It ticked at first growing steadily into a pulsing throb. Sensing its growing corpulence as it began to materialize Orpheus reached up to grasp the main buckle for release from the throne. Wisps of thin smoke poured from the Hellblade as its wail reached an octave pitch. The daemon ore burned molten red along the edges in absolute furious anger. Its form solidified as a ring of hoarfrost coated the deck floor within the spartan chamber.
Orpheus struggled to unclasp the lock while looking upon his personal collection of melee weapons mounted on the far wall. The topmost weapon was a special variant of the thunderhammer said to have been originally designed by the first and original ascendant of Vulcan. A hollow cylindrical chamber ran the entire length of the adamantium haft with a smaller circular chamber at the bottom flawlessly forged in the image of the Emperor’s elongated skull filled with an agitated reactant version of quick silver and heavily radiated to increase molecular mass upon any transverse deflection. As the weapon made initial impact the super heavy metal fluid flowed into a micro-cavity of the hammer delivering penultimate force upon contact completely obliterating any enemy. Titans had been fell with a single blow. The original design had been developed during the dark age of technology and later forbidden for general production. Extreme adept skill was required to heft the hammer as the angle of the swing must be perfect which eventually lead to the demise of its use.
A sick sweet smell similar to fresh burning ozone filled the chamber as the being began to finally coalesce into real space. It’s very being dripped rich residual energy of the warp etching random fractal patterns into the floor as it began to step syncing itself with the material realm. Standing slightly taller than the Templar its entire being was of a deep dark bruised purple and its very mass was so dense it folded space in upon itself around it. Orpheus saw a dark smile break its face in the final form of coalescence as its clawed hand reached out towards him grasping.
"I know you." said Orpheus as he finally broke his constraint and stepped free. The Hellblade screamed again but he ignored it reaching for the vulcanhammer. "sęvæn." Again the daemon smiled silently completely phased into the material realm. It stood directly between the Emperor’s Champion and his weapons rack. Orpheus reached around it clutching the hilt.
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